Love and tyrant loses their screen name

At noon, it is the time when the commercial street has the largest flow of people. The office workers have just finished their morning work and come out of the commercial building to go to the restaurants or roadside stalls downstairs to settle today's lunch.

The lunch break is very tense, and everyone compresses themselves to a small size under the fast-paced work. They walk in a hurry, as if they will not easily stop for other things.But when passing a certain street corner, people all slowed down and looked curiously at the weird white-haired old man on the side of the road.

It was clearly a severe winter day, even with the sun in the daytime, the temperature was only a few degrees above zero, and the old man was wearing only a summer kimono, a thin feather woven on his shoulders, and old-fashioned clogs on his bare feet.But the most eye-catching thing is not this, but the big red gourd on his waist, which makes him look like a character who popped out of a comic, and has two styles of painting from the commercial street in suits and leather shoes.

—Could it be an ascetic monk in a temple?

People guess suspiciously.

The moment Zenyuan Shier saw the person directly next to the Zenyuan, his face instantly became ugly, and his originally unfriendly appearance was frozen for thousands of miles at this time, so gloomy that dripping water would flow out.

Zhipiren of Zenyuan, the 26th generation head of the Zenyuan family, a first-class magician.

"Chanyuan Shier." The Zhipi man said a few words silently at him, then turned around and walked forward, as if he was sure that Shier would follow.

Chanyuan Shi'er cursed softly, his temper was already written on his face, but he still followed.

The person directly next to the Buddhist temple entered a quiet coffee shop. He slowly ordered a red bean yokan, and asked the man behind him: "Shier, what do you want? I treat you."

Zenyuan Shi Er expressionless: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, old man, don't make friends with me."

The white-haired old man wasn't angry at all, he didn't seem to take Chanyuan Shier's words to heart at all, he snorted coldly, turned to the waiter and said, "Give this arrogant brat a cup of the bitterest coffee."

Zenyuan Shier: ...

"I don't have time to play games with you, old man—"

"Sit down first." Zhibi interrupted Shi Er, "I have something important to see you today."

His expression was very serious, Zenyuan Shier stared at Zhipiren's face for a while, lowered his eyelashes, put his hands in his pockets, and followed this guy to a quiet corner.

The waiter quickly served the yokan dim sum. The white-haired old man unplugged the wine gourd and twisted a piece of yokan, looking quite contented. "Japanese-style dim sum is best for drinking."

Zenyuan Shier held his face and was not interested in answering the question.He has been away from the Zenyuan family for several years and has never been back, but the old man is always lingering, and will contact him every one or two years to persuade him to give up working for the underground organization.

In recent years, Zhibiren has not advised him much, probably because he thinks that the man is completely hopeless, and the contact has gradually decreased. The last contact was when Hui was born, and the old man went to the hospital mysteriously. , carrying Zenyuan Shier on his back, stuffed a check worth 800 million in Hui's swaddle——

Zenyuan Shier is still open to money, but he hopes that this guy will never appear in front of him for the rest of his life, and he can just give money if he has something to do.

He looked indifferently at the alcoholic in front of him, and waited until the other party had finished eating a whole piece of yokan before raising his head, finally getting to the point.

"Chanyuan Hui has awakened shadow magic, right?" Zenyuan Zhipiren hit a straight ball, his experienced and sharp eyes shot at the man like an arrow, trying to dig out the signal from his face.

The man paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had heard some funny joke, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile that was not a smile.

"Oh? Hui——" Chan Yuan Shi Er lazily raised his brows, "If you don't tell me, I would have forgotten about this person."

He relaxed on the back of the chair, looked at Zhipiren's eyes with a smile but no warmth, "Where did you get the news about that kid's awakening technique? He is only two years old, and he awakened so early, you are joking." Be practical, old man?"

"Three years old." The white-haired old man stared at Shier closely, "Today is your son's birthday, don't you remember?"

"Huh?" Zenyuan Shier's chest trembled, as if he had suddenly realized something, "Oh, remember—what date is it today?"

Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had just learned about this from someone else, and the label of irresponsibility was almost stuck on his face.

The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan ignored the man's interruption, and pointed out frankly, "You know about the shadow magic."

"I know?" Zenyuan Shier's eyes seemed to be looking at some delirious guy, "You are too confused, the three-year-old awakening technique, the kid with six eyes is not so powerful—"

"He didn't awaken naturally." The Zhipi people of the Zen Academy interrupted him, and he paused slightly while speaking, hiding part of the content. "His talent was stimulated in advance by some special substance from the outside world."

"Oh? If that thing is really so powerful, the idiots of Yusanjia would have fought over it long ago, waiting for you to talk to me about the kid here?" A sneer floated on the lips of Chanyuan Shier, "——No Say you're an idiot, and don't look at me that disgusting way, old man."

The Zenyuan is directly next to the people's eyes and pupils are deep, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. I didn't come to Tokyo to find you to tell you how Hui awakened the spell. I just came to remind you that since your son already has the family heirloom of the Zenyuan family spell, then you only have two options in front of you—"

"First, send Zen Yuanhui back to the family, and I will immediately announce the news that he will become the next head of the family."

A layer of ice formed in Zenyuan Shier's dark green eyes, and the neighbors ignored him, and slowly stretched out his hands and spread his five fingers.

"Second, I'll give you ten in exchange for letting Chanyuan Hui grow up in the family, and he will leave it to him later."

"..." Shi Er let out a sneer, "Why should I listen to you?"

"Because you have to listen." Zenyuan Zhipi said bluntly, "The note I left at the beginning clearly stated that the 800 million check for Hui's birth was an agreement, and I remember you accepted it willingly."

"What kind of note, I don't know." Zenyuan Shier tilted his head, with a rascal expression on his face, "What kind of disgusting deposit is that?"

"No matter how disgusting you are, you will use it up triumphantly." The Zhipier of the Chanyuan took a sip of wine and stroked his mustache on both sides, "After my observation, you didn't take good care of Chanyuanhui's thoughts, so I will I had no choice but to intervene and take back the rare genius from the Chanyuan family."

The man sneered: "That kid can live a good life by himself, and he doesn't need to worry about a stinky old man like you who can't even manage his own family affairs."

The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan didn't care about the offensive words of the other party. He stared at Shi Er quietly, and said in a tone of fact statement:

"Chanyuan Shier, you can't bring Hui anything meaningful."

"On the surface, you are a wanted criminal expelled by the family." The white-haired old man looked at this guy seriously, and what he said was merciless, "Let's go deeper, you don't even have spell power, let alone Talk about teaching a conjurer's skills."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you half-buried old man..."

The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan slapped the gourd on the table and reprimanded severely: "You don't have any talent in conjuration, so you don't have the right to selfishly delay the growth of a genius conjurer!"

Chanyuan Shi'er tensed his cheeks suddenly, the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper teeth, and there was a violent breath lingering around him.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and the surrounding customers were frightened by the aura of the stalemate between the two, especially the fierce man, who looked like a thug from a mafia organization, as if he was about to pull out his hand if he disagreed. .Gun kills...

"laugh."

The dead air was interrupted by the chuckle in the man's throat, Zenyuan Shier's shoulders suddenly relaxed, only his eyes were still staring at Zhipiren coldly.

"I'm just selfish." There was obvious sarcasm in his tone, "If you came to pick up the leak on the day that kid was born, I'd sell it to you at a high price—but now, no, I'm not happy."

After finishing speaking, he got up and stood in front of Zhibiren of the Buddhist monastery, tapping his knuckles on the table twice, aggressively.

"I remind you that it is best not to appear in front of me in the future." Zenyuan Shier is not warning, but telling the old man something, "It is my whim that the Zenyuan family can reach this point today, but it does not mean that I will I have tolerated your existence—"

Ding dong.

The crisp text message sounded, interrupting the stiff atmosphere.

Zenyuan Shier took out his phone and glanced at it. The letter was from "Little Golden Retriever", and he turned on the screen.

[Little Golden Retriever: Today is Hui's birthday, he wants to eat Chinese food, so I will take him away after school. 】

Tsk, that sea urchin boy is clinging to Rei Kamo again.

After seeing the text message, Zenyuan Shier's expression was slightly relaxed, and he typed a line: I will go wherever I am.

After sending it over, Rei Kamo didn't reply, she should be in class according to the time.

Zen Yuan Shi Er raised his eyes and glanced at the white-haired old man who was drinking leisurely alone, then turned and left the coffee shop.

Birthday... The man chewed this word in his heart. He never celebrates his birthday, and he has no habit of celebrating his son's birthday.But since the two little ghosts are very interested, it doesn't matter if he goes to have a look.

It's still early, how about buying a birthday present for the head of the sea urchin, kids seem to like this kind of thing very much?

Zenyuan Shier is a little uncertain, he doesn't even know what his son likes——

Boys should love knives, guns and sticks. He has a few magic tools in his hand, but it seems too extravagant for a three-year-old... Maybe go to the black market to buy pistols. He remembers being addicted to mafia guns when he was very young The movie of gun vs. sniper... Otherwise, you can hire a curse master to be your tutor, anyway, the little ghost has so much fun with Jade Dog every day...

Zenyuan Shier walked in front of a toy store, and the signboard "Popular Hot Sale - Children's Favorite" immediately attracted his attention.

Seeing the man stop, the clerk greeted him enthusiastically, "Hello, are you choosing a Christmas gift for your child?"

Zenyuan Shi Er was stunned, "No, a birthday present."

"Ah, okay, what's your child's name, please. If you buy any product during the Christmas month, you can enjoy the activity of customizing name bracelets for free."

The clerk invited the man into the shop while introducing him. Before Zenyuan Shier could react, he was pulled to the workbench where the bracelets were customized.

His expression suddenly became a little unnatural, so he tilted his head and said coldly, "Hui, his name is Hui."