The white-haired sweets are all half-brothers

Shi Er followed the voice and looked back, only to see a child with messy hair and lifeless red fish eyes, holding his nose leisurely.

Seeing him turn around, the child showed a mean smile: "Yo, you are so old and still staring at the five-year-old child, be careful of PTA. Well, it's useless to argue, Yinsang But I can see clearly, even better than Shin Hachi-kun who wears spectacle frames."

Zenyuan Shier knew about this little ghost. Although the Wutiao family deliberately concealed it, but the six-eyed brother was bound by the sky and cursed, and there was no trace of magic power, so how could it be completely concealed.

Seeing that the man on the opposite side did not respond, Yin said impatiently: "Hey, uncle, are you in a daze? Although delusions are nothing at this age, Ah Yin, I will not laugh at people who have dreams. But once immersed in Escaping from reality in fantasy is over, life is over."

If Gojo Wujo is a high god, then this kid is a black hole that sucks everything in. Shi Er raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want?"

Then he saw the little ghost gesture with his hand and made a familiar movement: "It's nothing, as long as you take Ah Yin and me to fight Brother Paqing, I will help you keep the secret of Shotacon. It's a good deal, right?" ?”

If language, gender, and race can become barriers in this world, the souls of uncles or madao must be connected.At this moment, Zenyuan Shier came into contact with the soul of this five-year-old boy, the real good-for-nothing uncle who is nearly 30 years old.

Between the light and the flint, the two had already communicated silently, and Shi Er laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that you, a little ghost, have not even grown hair, but you have already taken a fancy to the goddess Paqingo, you are quite discerning." Well."

Yinshi retorted: "Men are such creatures that they don't need Mao Changqi to be in heat. Don't look at Ah Yin who hasn't achieved anything yet, but in the future he will grow into a very remarkable Babylonian tower. Goddesses will be overwhelmed by it." Oh."

The appearance of one big and one small chatting intimately, in the eyes of those who don't know, it seems that they are close friends who have known each other for many years.

When Kong Shiyu drove over, he saw such a happy scene.

"Hey, where did you pick up this curly-haired kid?"

"Ah? Do you have any objections to Yinsang's hair? The natural curls are angels with broken wings in the previous life. God turned the broken wings and feathers into hair to give birth to natural curls."

"What is that? It's just that your personality is twisted to the point that your hair is twisted, right?"

During the conversation between the two, Yinshi opened the door, got into the car and closed the door in one go: "Don't talk nonsense, drive quickly, the target is Brother Paqing!"

Seeing that Shi Er didn't refute, although he didn't know what the man was planning, Kong Shiyu drove obediently.

As the car drove, it gradually transitioned from the former remote area to the city, and only then did Sakata Gintoki see the true appearance of the world.

To be honest, apart from having a more technological sense than Edo, it doesn't look much different.There is no heaven and man, and the technology in some places is not as good as that of the Gintama crew, such as the flying police car. Of course, these two settings have been forgotten by a certain gorilla author. It is better to remember that drawing the space station is the last effort of the orangutan.

As a family of conjuration, the Gojo family has always adhered to the old-fashioned style. It was not until now in the city that Gintoki finally felt like he had reached another jump-type work.

I don't know if it's because he reunited with the goddess after a long absence and finally got favor, or because of the bonus of being in the form of a child, Yinshi was so lucky that he won the money instead of losing it all.

"Sure enough, Yinsang is so unlucky because she was dragged down by that madao Hasegawa. Goddesses still favor good men."

Holding the prize and leaving the door, Yinshi greeted Kong Shiyu who was smoking at the door: "Oh, thank you, male mother."

"Who's the male mother? Where's the guy from the Buddhist monastery?"

Yinshi replied while sucking the strawberry milk in his hand: "Are you talking about Zhengtaikong? That guy said he would have to beat him twice before he came out. Goddess Paqingo still prefers Yinsang's natural curls to his little boy." What a nice man."

"Still bringing up the topic of natural scrolls, how much grudge do you have? And why did he become a boss?"

"Huh? Isn't it? Chanyuan-san looked at Yinsang's elder brother for a long time. Love and hatred were intertwined in his eyes. It was obviously love at first sight. However, if the suspects of the Wutiao family knew about it, they might offer a reward to assassinate all the elders in the world. Oh, the Shotacon?"

"What do you think G is? Do you want to say grandpa?"

"G thinks it's the grandfather that Great hates. If you don't understand, you can read the Gintama Allure."

"I always feel that you just said something that broke something, and you can't get to the bottom of it."

One, one, and one were arguing with each other at the door of Paqingo's store, and finally waited 15 minutes until Shier pushed the door out.

Yinshi raised his hand and said, "Hey, have you received the favor of the goddess?"

Shi Er scratched his head and replied, "Not at all. Could it be that the goddess is Zheng Taikong? Then I can't satisfy her."

"I understand, I understand, this is the mutual exclusion between Zhengtaikong, don't be too envious of Yinsang."

After taking the last sip of strawberry milk, Yinshi threw away the box: "So, where are you going to take me next?"

Hearing Yinshi's speech, Shi'er didn't have any unnecessary reaction, rubbed his chin with one hand and laughed: "Your boy, you have quite a keen sense."

Regarding the other party's confession of malice, the child remained calm and even pouted his nose: "Don't be silly, Yinsang, I've drank more strawberry milk than you have eaten rice. For no reason The roll is so good, and I’ll give you strawberry milk to drink, especially for a shotacon like you, you definitely won’t be able to get Six Eyes, so you want to use Ah Yin as a substitute? What a filthy lord.”

"Although we really don't have good intentions, how did you come to such an outrageous but somewhat marginal conclusion? And didn't you just indirectly belittle the natural volume?" Kong Shiyu said tiredly, feeling that he had spent the first half of his life I made up all the noise I didn't vomit.

"Ah? What are you talking about? Ah Yin can't hear you?" It wasn't Yinshi's nonsense, his thoughts had already slowed down, and double vision appeared in his eyes.

Before falling down, Gintoki struggled to squeeze out the last sentence: "You shouldn't drink the strawberry milk given by the perverted Shotacon. Gin-san must warn little Kagura in the future."

A painful lesson, if you can ignore the person's cry of "strawberry milk is strawberry milk, how can you betray the sugar god just because of the addition of ingredients!".

So don't expect the natural volume to repent, after all, he is a guy with a distorted personality from the womb.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I wrote Kong Shiyu's mature and stable uncle as a joke, and I apologize here.