Sente Eiji's Black Friday

I opened Shir's wallet, which contained only a few bills, and took a look.

I closed the wallet, pushed it back in pain, and then took out my bank card, looking at it and sighing in pain.

Shi Er's forehead popped out with a "snap" of blue veins: "What are you doing?!"

"Shier, I finally understand why you didn't run away from the Chanyuan house."

I picked up the chopsticks with a serious face, picked up a piece of meat and put it in my mouth, with a vague voice: "You can't even pay for a table of food, how can you complete the great cause of running away from home?"

"I want you to meddle in your own business!!" The haughty young man's face darkened suddenly, and he put away his wallet through gritted teeth, "It's just a meal, who knew you would order so much?"

"It's just my normal appetite." I picked up the rice with a straight face, "Who made my technique consume a lot of energy!"

"Your... technique?" Shi Er was slightly taken aback, thinking of something, his face slowly sank.

He clenched his palms silently, lowered his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "When you were training with me, you never used any spells. ——Is it because you look down on me as heaven and curse?"

A strange feeling of coldness came over his face.

I glanced at him without changing my face, and grinned indifferently.

"Huh? What silly things are you talking about?"

With a kind of disgust and disbelief of "how can you be so stupid", I stretched out my index finger and tapped his brow hard, "The reason why I don't use spells on you is of course because you—"

The cold green eyes looked at me aggressively, I met his gloomy gaze, and the arc of the corner of the mouth slowly became dangerous and arrogant, "—very weak."

Zenyuan Shier's pupils suddenly shrank.

He stared stiffly at Fu Hei Ying Er's dark eyes, and didn't dare to move for a while, cold sweat under high pressure oozes from his temples.

The bustling noise of the restaurant came from time to time, and it became increasingly apparent that the air around them was extremely quiet, and the Zen Yuan even dared not breathe.

The next moment, the pressure of Mount Tai's pressure faded away like a tide, Fu Heiying Er withdrew his hands and sat up straight, as if nothing happened just now, and continued to say in a relaxed and happy manner:

"Well, it's not just you, the members of the Chanyuan family are pretty weak, and using spells on you is simply bullying."

He paused, and laughed happily: "Especially your elder brother Jin Yi, his technique of dropping fists from the sky is so slow, who can he hit? I can kill him with one hand! Haha Ha ha……!"

Amidst the man's bold laughter, Chanyuan Shier suddenly felt a shudder.

He couldn't tell what emotion was surging in his heart at the moment, maybe it was fear, maybe it was excitement, or both.

But what is certain is that he has never realized as deeply as he does now, whether the man in front of him is bound by heaven and curse, whether he has spell power, whether he will be discriminated against and ridiculed by his peers...all these things is pointless.

Because, in front of his incomparable strength, magicians and non-magicians are equally insignificant.

He doesn't care what he is like or how he is different from others; he doesn't care at all about the evaluation and eyes of the world, and he doesn't care about the "standard" that fools use to measure him.

——In his eyes, only being strong is enough.

When Zenyuan Shier thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of enthusiasm. At the same time, an inexplicable emotion made his eye sockets sour and red uncontrollably.

"...Why me?" He opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice.

Since what Fu Hei Ying Er only valued was strength, why did Du Du treat him differently?

Among those clansmen with better connections and resources, which one doesn't have a brighter future than him?

Fu Heiying Er glanced at him with a half-smile, his lake-blue eyes were unpredictable, like an abyss where he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

He said something unexpected to Zenyuan Shier: "Because you will become the strongest man in the Zenyuan family, Shier."

Shi Er's eyes widened in astonishment: "...Me?"

"You." Fuhei Yingji nodded seriously, with a faint smile in his eyes, "No matter what others say, you will definitely become the pinnacle of physical strength—I, who have been watching you, are incomparable. Be aware of that."

"Shier, you have a talent that is more dazzling than anyone else."

Zenyuan Shi Er was stunned.

He stared blankly at the man opposite, and could see that his eyes were as deep and distant as the sky, but he felt unprecedented warmth when he was watched.

It was as if the sun had shone in for the first time in a dark corner that had been dark and cold.

——Since childhood, Zenyuan Shier has always been the one that was abandoned.

In that decadent and cold family, all children of the same age could be loved, only he was dubbed "trash" and curled up in the dark to endure the spat and sarcasm.

He has always been the one who was given up, no one has ever chosen him, and no one has ever expected anything from him.

Except this moment.

Except Fuguro Eiji.

"……I--"

As if all the heart walls were torn down at this moment, Zenyuan Shier's lips trembled, revealing a smile that was broken because it was so forced that it was about to cry instead.

He worked hard several times before he lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Can I really...? Do you really think... even a person like me can become what you expect?"

Fuguro Eiji watched him quietly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the top of his trembling head.

"It's not 'what I expected', Shir. What kind of person you want to be is only up to you to decide, and no one else is qualified to comment."

"That--"

Zenyuan Shier looked up at him eagerly, and for a moment he looked like a confused and helpless child desperate for approval, "What about you? What kind of person do you want to be, what kind of person have you always longed to be?" ?!"

"Ask me..."

Fu Hei Ying Er smiled helplessly, he rubbed the young man's head, his eyes flashed a dazzling brilliance for a moment, and Zen Yuan even lost his breath.

"I want to protect the place where everyone is smiling—even though I don't know where it is yet, I think I'm willing to do anything for it."

Zenyuan Shier looked at him blankly, and murmured in a daze: "Is that place... a 'home'?"

Fu Hei Yingji was slightly taken aback, then smiled brightly like the sun: "Well, it's 'home'."

……Family.

The young Tianhejue recited this word silently, staring at the handsome and gentle face of his redemption without blinking.

I remember.

He said seriously in his heart.

After eating, I took a job from Kong Shiyu, and then I introduced this tool man to Shier with a thought.

"Maybe it will be used when defecting from the family in the future!" I said half-truthfully.

Although I used a joking tone, Shi Er glanced at me and took down Kong Shiyu's number seriously.

I was quite satisfied immediately: Look!The child I'm looking for is really ambitious!Thinking about running away from home at such a young age!

Satisfied, my mood soared, and I told him my technique straightforwardly under Shi Er's seemingly inadvertent inquiry.

My technique is actually very similar to wood escape—well, ignore this new word that pops up from time to time—but it’s not just about manipulating trees.

What I can manipulate is "life force".

To put it simply, I always have a reservoir of vitality in my body, and the water in it can be taken at will, or can be replenished through the recovery of my personal life state.

Although these stored vitality can only act on living things, they have a wide range of uses. They can not only accelerate the growth and withering of animals and plants, but also can be used to heal wounds and change the shape and age of oneself or others.

Well, in short, it is very convenient.

But out of an inexplicable instinct, the thing I use most often with this technique is to manipulate plants, and the rest is to cultivate butterflies, and then heal the men of the Buddhist monastery to earn extra money.

After all, it was never me who got hurt training with them.

By the way, because of the existence of this technique, I seem to have a lifespan several times longer than that of ordinary people, so that even though I am about the same age as a Zhibi, I still look like a high school student.

Now he really became a god of immortality, hahaha.

After hearing my explanation, Shi Er showed a clear expression, and then asked with a half-smile: "Then why did you tell me that you are in the prime of life?"

I laughed: "What! Haven't you heard of 'men are young until they die'? And I always thought my age should be..."

Shi Er sneered disapprovingly, and completely ignored the second half of my sentence.

Oh, it's not cute.

We went to the black market while chatting like this, picked out a good spell tool for him, and then went to the address provided by Kong Shiyu, and Shi Er took care of the first-level spell spirit.

As I observed, this young man has an amazing talent in combat, he quickly mastered the skills I taught him like a sponge absorbing water, and he completed the task quickly and well.

I praised him without hesitation, and then my mouth was pinched violently by the juvenile who was first happy and then angry.

so sad.

But before returning to the Zenyuan home, Shier suddenly threw the magic tool that he couldn't put it down to me.

His explanation for this was: "Originally, this trip was sneaked out. If someone finds out, how should I explain the source of the spell?"

I thought so too, he was in such a difficult situation at home, and finally got a good weapon, and it would be bad if some bedbugs who didn't look good at others stole it.

So I seriously put away his spell tool, and patted my chest to promise that I would help him keep it safe, and let him go to me to get it if he needs it.

Shi Er's eyes lit up, and he raised the corners of his lips to say hello, then climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard of the Chanyuan family.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but I always felt that he was very happy when he left, as if he had succeeded in a small conspiracy.

While thinking about what the child was planning, I made a detour and went back to my room through the gate of the Zen garden.

As soon as I opened the paper door, a fleshy little man bumped into me, shouting fiercely: "Eiji!"

I raised my eyebrows, and let the little milk dumpling hug my thigh with a "poof", bent down and pinched his pink face, there was a hidden evil in his smile.

"Have you forgotten what to call me again, piggy?"