Sente Eiji's Black Friday

When it was getting dark, the five falcons came to take me away.

Gojo Satoru, who had already talked with me about everything, turned cold, and immediately grabbed my hand.

"Why did Eiji leave?" He showed an extremely displeased expression, holding me tightly with his boneless little hands.

Wu Tiao Falcon gave me a surprised look, and then started to wink at me, but I looked innocent, as if I didn't receive his meaning at all.

The old man could only explain respectfully by himself: "It's getting late, Ying Er is your guard, he needs to go outside the courtyard to guard, young master."

"He doesn't need to go outside the courtyard to guard." Gojo Satoru pulled me towards him dissatisfied, and leaned against me with his small body, "He wants to sleep with me."

Wutiao Falcon's expression suddenly changed: "How is this possible! Ying Er is a magician from outside, he is not qualified to accompany you——what did you say to the young master? Did you bewitch the young master——"

The old man's spearhead suddenly aimed at me, and the mantra surged all over his body, as if he could cast a spell on me at any time.

I stood there unhurriedly, the smile on my lips remained unchanged, and I watched him quietly with my eyes.

The five falcons looked into my eyes and hesitated for a moment.

next second.

"--To shut up."

The cold voice of the child came unquestionably, Gojo Satoru stepped forward and stood between me and the old man. He was obviously still a small one, but the coldness in the six eyes made people feel chills in the heart.

"Eiji is a guard who only obeys me. From today on, no one can order him except me. I said I want him to sleep with me, and he will sleep with me!"

"This..." Wutiao Falcon hesitated, "Young Master, I'm afraid this is against the rules..."

"Are you going to defy me?" Gojo Satoru's face showed thin anger, he looked at the old man coldly, obviously looking up, but his eyes looked down, "If you make me cry Me, are you capable of bearing the consequences?"

"What——young master, absolutely not!!" Wutiao Falcon's complexion changed drastically immediately, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", sweating profusely from anxiety.

He immediately stopped insisting on his opinion, and hurriedly agreed: "I know, since you like Ying Er so much, then I will arrange him to be your personal bodyguard! Also, please don't cry about it, lest you It hurt the precious six eyes!"

"Hmph, wouldn't it be nice to know each other earlier?" Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes at him irritably, turned his head and smiled at me as if changing his face, and led me into the room excitedly, "Eiji Eiji, come here! "

I obediently let him lead me, turned my head and glanced at the five falcons lightly.

The old man was wiping his sweat with his sleeve in fear, and when he noticed my eyes, he frowned and looked at me, and said to me with his mouth: "Take care of the young master!" '

I blinked my eyes and smiled at him obediently.

——Then turned his head, grinned and hugged Gojo Satoru.

Exclamations came one after another from all around, and even Gojo Satoru himself stared round, looking at me in surprise with beautiful blue pupils.

Haha, it really looks like a scared little milk cat.

My smile became brighter, and I raised my hand to rub the little boy's soft white hair with a smile.

A gasping voice sounded behind me, the elder who was stunned by my "boldness" came back to his senses, blushed and scolded thickly, "Eiji! You impolite brat—"

"Ahahaha, it's not good, the old man who is talking about it is going to lose his temper!"

I laughed out loud for fear that the world would not be chaotic, soared into the air amidst ear-piercing screams, and galloped briskly across the roof with the white hair balls in my arms.

"Young master! Young master——!" The old man's miserable screams were quickly left behind by me, and the comfortable summer wind blew, blowing my clothes and Xiaowu's clothes into full arcs.

He sat in my arms in a daze, his two small hands tightly wrapped around my neck, his eyes dotted with beautiful frost and snow were wide open, and he looked at the panic-stricken crowd at his feet for a while. , Looking at the sky without eaves for a while, and looking at me again for a while.

"Eiji, you...?"

I heard his voice and lowered my head with a smile: "Huh? Are you afraid, young master?"

"No..." Xiao Baimao looked at me blankly, as if the intelligence and coldness in front of the elders had suddenly disappeared, and he only knew how to jump out words stupidly, "But, why...?"

"Children can't always stay in that kind of lifeless mansion, otherwise sooner or later they will even become narrow-minded!"

I jumped from one roof to another, during which I deftly dodged the attacks of several guards, and there was a kind of joy of escape in my tone.

"Heart?" Gojo Satoru repeated in a daze.

"That's right, heart!"

I looked forward with crooked eyebrows, motioning him to look at the endless fields and mountains in the sky.

"Listen well, young master, this world is far bigger than you imagined, but what is bigger than that is the human heart."

"You may be able to become a great magician beyond all your ancestors in the future, but if you don't have the vision and structure to match your strength, you will never be able to become a real [powerful]."

"So I hope you can see the loftiness of the sky and the insignificance of ants; you can feel the beauty of goodness and the ugliness of evil; you can understand the glory of the Gojo family, and you can also have the pride and courage to embrace the world. mind."

"—The so-called [strongest], isn't that what it should be?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

He was stunned by the unheard of remarks, and looked at the blue-haired boy's bold smile completely unresponsively, his pupils slowly narrowed.

On weekdays, he obviously hates the boring and boring arguments of the old men at home, but at this moment, he feels extremely excited about what Fu Hei Yingji said. Young people gave birth to admiration and yearning.

If there really is a "strong man" in this world, if anyone really knows what "the strongest" should be——

Gojo Satoru thought, that should be Eiji, right?

After more than ten minutes of being free and beautiful like a dream, he and the boy returned to the ground, but when they were about to be put down, he suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave the boy's arms, so he hugged him willfully and buried his head in the arms of the boy. He smelled the reassuring fragrance of his body in his arms.

In the future, he will know that the smell is the freshness of cypress trees and the slightly sweetness of wisteria flowers, the gentle herbal fragrance that only Eiji can't find, which he can't find in many perfumes he secretly bought.

People began to chatter and scream around, and the annoying old man who caught up was screaming hysterically.

Someone was trying to pull him out of Eiji's arms, while others were persistently attacking Eiji Fukuro. In the confusion, Gojo Satoru curled up tightly, resisting to leave the embrace that gave him an unparalleled sense of security.

...warm arms like real family.

But there were too many stupid guys, one arm was pulled out without him noticing, and then the whole body was pulled out, leaving only one hand still holding on to the boy's clothes.

The immature child immediately widened his eyes, grasped the boy's clothes desperately with five fingers, and screamed:

"Don't! Don't—you let me go! You bastards who are only good for my eyes! I don't want to separate from Eiji—I'm going to cry, I'm really going to cry! It's okay to cry my eyes out Question?!"

"Young master, please calm down, now please leave this ulterior brat immediately!"

However, the tricks that have been tried and tested in the past are no longer effective at this moment. People who are greedy for merit and people who are afraid of losing their precious six eyes are speaking high-sounding words, while desperately trying to see him from the only one [Wujo Wu], The only one who is sincerely good to [Wujo Wu] is pulled away by his side.

A strong grievance welled up in his heart, and this grievance was mixed with the growing anger and unspeakable disgust in his chest, which made his whole body suddenly burst out with amazing energy: "Don't touch me——!!"

"boom--!!"

The huge wind pressure burst open.

The powerful mantra centered on the young children instantly bounced away everyone around them, sweeping out a large area that was clean and uninhabited.

The shoji door was torn, the walls were cracked, and several "headless corpses" were stuffed into the ceiling like rice seedlings... All irrelevant people were blown away by the tyrannical spell, and the messy Japanese room just now was completely silent. .

Many people passed out on the spot, only Gojo Falcon and a few Gojo head guards were still awake, looking at Gojo Satoru in bewilderment and shock.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

The white-haired boy's outburst was still going on, but suddenly, a hand with sharp knuckles pierced through the thick spell power, grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into his arms without a doubt.

"It's all right, young master."

Contrary to the strong action, a soft voice came from above his head, and Gojo Satoru felt his all-resistant magic power wrap around that person, slowly accepting him into his [world].

"You have done a good job, please leave it to me."

Reliable words with a soft smile that made people unconsciously want to rely on came to his ears.

So the next moment, as if his panic-stricken heart suddenly fell back to the nest, Gojo Satoru's voice stopped abruptly, and immediately after, his tight little body went limp, and he was held firmly in the young man's arms .

"you you……!"

Wu Tiao Falcon stared at the gentle young man in surprise from a distance, and almost broke his voice when he questioned: "What did you do to the young master?!"

"Shh-"

With slender and skinny fingers raised up around his mouth, the young man stood up holding the petite boy, and his deep and quiet blue eyes glanced at him lightly, "Young master is asleep, can't you see?"

"—!!"

An indescribable sense of fear spread throughout Goji Falcon's body in an instant.

He stood there stiffly, unable to move at all at that moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, all he could do was look in horror at the handsome man with a breath like a bottomless black hole juvenile.

"I just wanted my children to see the outside world and not face the boxy mansion and your ugly old faces all day long. Who would have thought that there would be such a big commotion."

As if he didn't care how uncomfortable he was at all, the young man in a dark wide-sleeved kimono and light-colored hakama trousers had a bland look on his face, with a pair of indifferent eyes that five falcons would never forget.

"Well, but in the final analysis, I still have to blame you pedantic and annoying guys-if it becomes like this every time in the future, it will be really disappointing. It's better not to pretend to be so obedient from the beginning."

"You, what do you want to do? — No, who are you?!" Wu Tiao Falcon roared out of composure, but his footsteps were completely immobile as if they were nailed to the floor.

As if seeing through that he was frightened by himself, the young man sneered softly, conveying a sense of condescension and irony inexplicably: "I'm just a third-rate conjurer hired by you to protect the young master, why not?" , Elder, have you even forgotten this?"

The five falcon's complexion turned ashen.

He glared at the young man viciously, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice: "You arrogant little brat...do you think you can get away with this by saying these sweet words? What is your intention to seduce the young master of my Wutiao family? Aren't you afraid of attracting revenge from the Wutiao family?!"

Yes, isn't he afraid of attracting revenge from the Gotiao family?

The guards who hadn't fainted were also thinking in horror.

Although the young man was indeed very flexible just now, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old orphan with no power. Who on earth gave him the courage to challenge one of the three imperial families openly? the five?What is his purpose in doing this?

Hearing what the old man said, the young man slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said with an inscrutable smile: "Yes, am I afraid?"

"you--!!"

"Okay, Falcon."

A thick voice suddenly sounded, shocking everyone, and turned to look at Patriarch Wutiao who stood behind them at some point.

Only the blue-haired boy remained unhurried, and bowed politely while hugging Gojo Satoru: "Good day, Patriarch."

"Hmm." Patriarch Gotiao's majestic face loosened a little, and under the gaze of everyone whose eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, he asked in an easy-going way: "How is Wu Tiao, Ying Er-kun?"

"Don't worry, it's just that the spell power is consumed a little too much. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Fu Hei Ying Er smiled and patted the white hair ball in his arms. The latter grunted a few times indistinctly, put his arms around his neck and rubbed against his shoulders and neck like a cat.

That cute look made the young man smile and rolled his eyes, and added: "But after he wakes up, it's necessary to find someone to take a look."

"Why is this? You really did something to the young master, right?!" Wutiao Falcon raised his eyebrows immediately.

The young man blinked, turned his head and looked him up and down a few times, with surprise in his tone, as if he didn't expect him to be so stupid: "Because the young master's technique has been awakened, haven't you noticed? ?”

"What—?!" Wutiao Falcon had no time to pay attention to the young man's disrespect.

He was stunned, followed by an instant burst of ecstasy.

Not only him, but even the calmest Patriarch Wutiao couldn't help being a little excited: "Awakened? What is it?!"

"Well, it's hard to say now, we'll have to wait until he wakes up to see." Fuhei Yingji lifted Gojo Satoru up by holding Gojo Satoru's buttocks, and smiled mysteriously, "But I guess, the result should be Pretty much what you'd expect."

The boy went back to rest with the white-haired boy in his arms.

Wutiao Falcon recovered from the ecstasy, and immediately remembered the doubts about the young man.

only……

In fact, the elder, who was not stupid, took a sneak peek at the happy-faced Patriarch, and recalled it belatedly.

This young man named "Ying Er" may not be that simple, but he is not a suspicious person.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Patriarch to trust him so much and even come here to support him.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Master Patriarch, what exactly is that young man...?"

The smile on the corner of Patriarch Wutiao’s mouth remained unchanged, but upon hearing this, he glanced at him, and his tone sank slightly: “If similar things happen in the future, don’t stop him, let him educate and enlighten, as long as there are no major problems. "

"What...?!" Wutiao Falcon immediately became anxious, "How can this be done, Lord Patriarch? The boy himself is still a half-grown child. Although he is indeed a little clever, how can he give his precious six eyes to such an unknown person?" to educate common people with surnames and ulterior motives—”

"Then why is Wutiao Falcon, the strongest magician of my Gotiao family, unable to do anything to the half-grown child?" The head of the Gotiao family asked in a difficult tone.

"This……!"

Wutiao Falcon's heart trembled, and he immediately understood what was going on.

Patriarch Wutiao didn't look at him again, he turned around and left the messy Japanese room.

He returned to his office room, glanced at the bamboo curtain in front of him, and couldn't help replaying the scene not long ago in his mind.

At that time, the blue-haired boy hadn't seen the little six-eyed face, so he called him to him, sat behind the bamboo curtain and looked at him for a long time.

It was raining continuously outside the window. After saluting, the young boy knelt and sat down quietly, with a just right smile on his face, cheerful and generous yet respectful and humble. It was a perfect smile that no one could fault.

Yeah, perfect smile, and perfect acting.

Patriarch Wutiao sighed secretly in his heart, clenched his fists secretly to raise his vigilance, and said with no joy or anger on his mouth: ["Seven months ago, a super-cursed wraith broke through the seal of the Chanyuan family and seriously injured the Zenyuan family. Patriarch—have you heard of this matter?"]

The boy's smile remained unchanged: 【"I've heard a little bit about it."】

【"However, I heard that there was no curse at all that day, and the person who seriously injured Zhipi of the Buddhist monastery was a guard he personally selected."】

Patriarch Wutiao stared into his eyes, and said slowly, 【"The guard's name is 'Fu Hei Ying Er'."】

["Hey? Is it the same name as me?"] The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the smile on his lips seemed to deepen, ["I didn't know there was such a powerful person who could defeat the head of the Yusan family. "]

【"His strength is more than that."】 Patriarch Gotjo said calmly, 【"Fu Heiyinger is a conjurer from a non-conjuration family, but he has extremely powerful birth techniques, and he can easily summon towering giant trees. .”]

【"When he was young, he was appreciated by the Zhipi people of the Buddhist monastery. He had never been in contact with the magic world before, but when he first participated in the evaluation of the magician level, he eliminated the quasi-first-level magic spirit and was rated as a special first-level magic spell in one fell swoop. Teacher—no, with his talent, he might have stepped into a level that no one has set foot in for a long time—the ranks of super magician.”]

【"Really?"】The young man smiled indifferently, slowly straightened up, half of his face was hidden in the shadow,【"Why are you so sure?"】

["The Wutiao family also has its own news channel."] The head of the Wutiao family tensed his body in silence, ["No matter what the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan say to the outside world, I know that the true exorcism of super-level mantra spirit blisters is depressing. It wasn't him, but the guard who left after severely injuring him."]

【"—that's you, Mr. Fu Heiying."】

The smile on Fu Heiying's lips widened.

The momentum around him changed suddenly, and his sitting posture changed from a docile kneeling to a carefree cross-legged sitting, with his left hand idly resting on his knee, and he curled his lips into a lazy smile: ["As expected of the legendary Wutiao family, in such a short time You can find out so much—so, what do you want to do? Get me out?"]

【"That depends on what your purpose of coming to the Gojo House is, Eiji-kun."】

Patriarch Wutiao didn't mind his casual and unrestrained posture at all. Not only that, he also keenly sensed the boy's intention to conceal his surname, so he chose to call him by his first name.

【"If I'm not mistaken, because you offended the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery, you had to hide your name and come to the Wutiao family, which is also one of the three imperial families, to seek asylum, right?"】

【"Did you hear this from elsewhere, or did you guess it yourself?"】

Fuguro Eiji didn't say yes or no, instead of answering, he asked rhetorical questions with great interest.

Patriarch Wutiao was silent for a while, and said speciously: ["As a patriarch who considers the family, it is natural to hope to get a good card from the opponent?"]

【"Haha, it's really embarrassing to be called a good card."】

【"Don't underestimate yourself too much, Eiji-kun. There hasn't been a super-level conjurer in the conjuration world for decades. You are an existence that makes many people covet, even the Wujo family is no exception."】

【"Even if I accept my good card, it may attract hostility from my opponent?"】

【"The greater the risk, the greater the reward."】

Patriarch Wutiao said meaningfully, stopped going around in circles with the young man, and discussed straightforwardly: "Well, Mr. Ying Er, as long as you can do your best to protect Wu, then no matter what quarrel you have with the Zenyuan Zhipi people, I will take care of you." I will block the news for you and provide you with protection."]

Fu Heiying Er looked at him with a smile that didn't change at all, his tone was calm and smiling, his blue pupils were as unpredictable as if he had seen through everything: 【"That's all?"】

【"Of course it's not just that."】The head of the Gotiao family suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, the unique blue eyes of the Gotiao family radiated a scorching light, 【"I'm not afraid of making fun of you if I say it, but to protect Wu, the strength of the current Gotiao family It’s not as good as it used to be.”]

【"If things go on like this, we will not be able to restore the precious six eyes to the glory of thousands of years ago, because there is an insurmountable gap between mortals and gods, and now we have no power to lead Wu to see the scenery at that level."】

【"—but Fuguro Eiji, you can."】

【"Me?"】Fu Hei Ying Er raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

【"That's right, you. As an unparalleled genius, you are also full of expectations for Wu's future, right?"】

Patriarch Wutiao looked at him with a clear look, and his tone of statement was very firm.

【"Otherwise, it would be impossible for a proud man like you to easily change his appearance, let alone accept half a year of etiquette training in a dogmatic big family in order to get to Wu's side."】

No, how could he not know that he was such a proud man.

Besides, in order to achieve the goal, the ninja changed his face and lurked for a year or so. It's all basic, okay?What's all the fuss about!

Fu Hei Ying Er slandered in his heart like this, but on the surface he still had a smile on his face: 【"So, you want me to teach Gojo Satoru?"】

【"Exactly."】 Patriarch Wutiao nodded solemnly, 【"I want you to teach and enlighten with all your heart and soul without reservation—whether it is strength, mind, mind, vision, courage or anything else, in short, as long as you I want you to teach Wu all the things that a strong person at this level can possess, so that he can become the real 'strongest'! ——In return, I can give you five times... no, ten times that of the Chanyuan family commission!"】

The head of Wutiao, who reported a number without changing his face, felt a little uneasy in his heart.

For these conjurors of the Yusan School who have pursued the ancestral spells for generations, money and the like are just things outside of the body.If he can dig the genius who is directly hidden by the Zen Academy in front of him to Wutiao's house, and let him teach Liuyanzi with all his heart, what is ten times the commission?He can afford fifty times.

I'm afraid that Fu Hei Ying Er, a terrible man whose city is so deep that even he can't see the depth clearly, will only look at such vulgar things as money, but ask for other things that are hard to find...

But now the Wutiao family has neither talent nor resources, so poor that only money is left!

Just when Patriarch Gotjo was uneasy about whether Fu Hei Yingji would agree to him, the blue-haired boy who heard his quotation had his eyes lit up "swish", and he said loudly almost in an eager manner that he was afraid that he would go back on his word: [ "make a deal!"】

Patriarch Wutiao: ...Huh?

【"Oh, as expected of the Wutiao family that has been passed down for thousands of years, you really are a cheerful person hahaha!"】

Eiji Fukui didn't notice Patriarch Gojo's pupil quake at all, he grabbed the back of his head and laughed happily, then suddenly remembered something halfway, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

【"However, ten times the commission just wants me to impart all my skills. The daydream of the head of the family is not too good, right?"】

Patriarch Wutiao choked for breath, and thought: What a Fuguro Eiji, this set of psychological tactics is really smooth!Seeing the breathless oppression around him, is he really ready to open his mouth to the five lions? !

Patriarch Wutiao's muscles tensed to the extreme, and he asked in a deep voice: 【"Then what else does Ying Erjun want?"】

【"Hey, it's not interesting to pretend to be stupid at this point."】

Fu Heiying'er's face darkened unhappily, and in the tense reaction of Patriarch Wutiao subconsciously holding his breath, he made a dangerous glance... a gesture of counting money?

Patriarch Wutiao: ...?

【"One billion dollars, uncle!"】Seeing that he didn't understand what he meant, the blue-haired boy couldn't help but shouted in dissatisfaction, 【"What are you doing? It's not that you said it yourself and spent a billion dollars to find and protect Little Six Eyes. Is it a powerful conjurer? Now that I am here, Master Ying Er, what about your billion dollars? Are you trying to renege on me, huh?!"]

【"No, no, no, no..."】Wu Tiao, an honest man, and the head of the house, who had a confused face, had never seen this kind of rogue temperament mixed in a casino, and immediately subconsciously denied it, 【"Ten, one billion dollars is a matter of course." It's true, but I can't give it to you right now..."]

【"Nonsense, can I still not understand this rule? The commission has not been completed yet, of course it is impossible to pay the mission gold in full."】

The blue-haired boy looked disgusted that "I know better than you", he took out a black card from nowhere, pinched it between two fingers and threw it to him gracefully.

【"Here, put the money into this empty card. Considering the huge amount of entrustment this time, I don't follow the rules and ask for half of it. You can make a deposit of [-] million first."】

Patriarch Wutiao: ["What—wait, wait...!"]

【"That's it, I'll go see Little Six Eyes first, and I'll discuss the specific training plan with you after meeting with me. Also, I have my own way of protecting the task objects. I won’t listen!”]

The five patriarchs who couldn't get in the conversation: "..." Good, very professional!

——In other words, it can really be done with money? This person? !

The patriarch who saw the soul of the ninja, money worship, super gambler, Eiji for the first time was deeply shocked.

#On how to easily own a special magician#

Patriarch Wutiao: I understand!

Thoughts return.

Patriarch Gojo recalled Fuguro Eiji's words just now, and couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion again.

If Satoru really awakened the legendary spell as the boy said...the Gojo family, the Gojo family...!

The head of the family, who had already anticipated the grand future of the Gojo family, stood up excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "Salary increase! You must give Eiji-kun a salary increase! Hahahaha...!"

"Ahh-!!"

In Gojo Satoru's room, I sneezed loudly and rubbed my nose nonchalantly under the horrified gaze of the maids.

Well, someone must be thinking about me, Mr. Eiji, Shir or Xiaozhu?

I thought about it casually and let go of this question. I walked into the inner room amidst the angry stares of the maids, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the white-haired dumpling's quilt.

Well, the attendants here are not as obedient as the Zenyuan family for the time being. There is air conditioning. Let me teach you.

I thought about it casually, leaned over and took Ruan Tuanzi's little hand, and touched his arm with the scabbard, and couldn't help but curl the corners of my lips after feeling the imperceptible resistance.

It seems that the Wutiao family got the ancestral technique that made the Yusan family flock to it first.

If the people of Naoki found out, they would be very disappointed, right?He obviously spent so much effort to find an S-level alpha, but the first to awaken the ancestral spell was Gojo Satoru, a kid whose father was only an A-level alpha.

Haha, how ironic.

I pinched Gojo Satoru's little face in a happy mood, and looked at his innocent sleeping face full of affection.

What a capable and upbeat little guy.

"Well……"

The delightful little thing let out a vague grunt.

"Young master? Are you awake?"

There was no possibility that I woke up his consciousness by myself, and I poked his flushed little face lightly.

"Hmm...Eiji?" Baimao Tuanzi called me softly, his big blue eyes slowly opened, and my figure was reflected.

He stared at me blankly for a while, and surprise suddenly burst into his eyes: "You were not taken away? You, have you been with me all this time?!"

"Of course, the knife must always be by the owner's side." I let him sit up happily and threw himself into my arms, replying full of indulgence.

"Ei'er is not a sword..." Xiao Xiaowu muttered dissatisfied in my arms.

I didn't care, raised my hand and rubbed his head: "In short, you just need to remember that I belong to you and will always be by your side, and that's enough."

Xiao Xiaowu immediately raised his head, reflecting my pupils shrinking slightly: "Are you... mine?"

"Yes, I belong to you." I replied without hesitation.

"Then no matter when and where, will you always be with me?" He grabbed my clothes tightly, and then asked again.

I smiled and promised softly: "Yes, I will always be with you."

— My lovely billion dollars.