There is really a problem with raising cubs in the Shura field

00 "It's brutal enough." The housekeeper smoked a cigarette, resting his left hand on the railing, "Did you take gunpowder? That guy."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have sensed something, and looked up.

The pupils of the sky behind the boy's sunglasses are as clear as the sky, his cheeks are juvenile, and his expression is very childish. It is absolutely impossible to imagine that this guy is stepping on a bloody head.

He smiled pitifully at Lu Ye, and made a slight comparison.

It's like showing off your achievements with your playmates:

Look, I won.

Lu Yelian nodded, indicating that he saw it, so the young man smiled even more, turned his head and continued to show off his power to the defeated generals.

She looked away, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and called her brothers.

The call was connected quickly, but no one spoke over there, Lu Yelian smiled: "The phone was on silent just now, and it was my fault that I didn't receive your call. Don't be angry, okay?"

She always admits her mistakes so straightforwardly, and her tone is calm and gentle, so that people can no longer make excuses, Edogawa Ranpo snorted softly: "I'm not angry."

Lu Yelian turned and walked into the room, and gently closed the door: "Have you had breakfast?"

"No." Edogawa Ranpo seemed to want to engrave these words of grievance on his face: "I don't want to sleep, I don't want to go to school, I don't want to eat..."

"Hmm..." Lu Ye smiled, and his words were full of indulgence: "Then what do you want to do with Luanbu?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and the voices of a few children came from the receiver. Rei Shikano waited quietly. After a while, Edogawa Ranpo won the victory by virtue of his age advantage, and regained the receiver.

"I want to hang out with Heizi, I want to see him become the main choice, I want to eat sweet cakes, I want coarse snacks, I want to read comics..."

The boy's voice is light and bright, like a bird singing on a branch in the sun.

"I want my sister to come back." He said.

**

When the only spectator leaves, the stage loses its meaning.

Kamo Xianche suddenly stood still, and directly suffered the attack of the curse spirit. Immediately afterwards, a long knife pierced Xia Youjie's right arm. If Xia Youjie hadn't been prepared, this knife would definitely kill his entire arm cut it out.

madman.

Who the hell said he was in poor health.

Xia Youjie frowned. Just as he was about to seriously return the wound, he saw the young man spread his hands and smiled at him: "You have won."

……

The opponent had already conceded defeat, and another move would be retaliation. Xia Youjie walked up to Nitzi a little depressed and asked her to heal him.

Looking at the penetrating wound on his shoulder, Jiarui Nitro gave a soft "tsk": "It almost broke."

Gojo Satoru came over and hammered his wound hard: "What's going on, Jie."

"What else could happen."

I kept in mind Gojo Satoru's phrase "Pity will be angry", and I couldn't be serious at all. I didn't know that people who were about to die of illness in the mouth of my best friend were so crazy.

The white-haired creature next to him was still patting him heartlessly, Xia Youjie broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and hit back with his left elbow: "Shut up, Wu."

"Huh? How can a person who is injured one-on-one have the right to order me?"

The arm was almost cut off, the two DKs were fighting like normal people, and the family was treating the three guys with a face of indifference. The night moth looked at the three guys rightly, and felt that his education seemed to be out of order. what is the problem.

He looked at the Kyoto school again. The students surrounded Zenyuan Naoya and Kamo Kenche, their faces were full of worry and anger, and he felt that these three students in front of him made him angry.

Anyway, I care about a few words and put on a show!Where is the camaraderie of classmates!

Yemo Zhengdao was so angry that he simply couldn't see it, and went to the Kyoto school to condolences. Not long after, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and Lu Yelian frowned as he looked at the blood on Xia Youjie's body.

"Are you hurt?"

As soon as she came, Jiarui Nizi hurriedly covered Xia Youjie's wound with a bandage, while Gojo Wu was still sitting on the chair, joking: "The dead ghost almost chopped off Jie's arm."

With a familiar feeling, Xia Youjie knew that she had activated the technique again.

It's amazing, like the silent ocean surrounding his body, clear and transparent, reflecting the golden sunlight, he floats on it, rests aimlessly, becomes a fish in her palm, and even his emotions are controlled by her.

He couldn't bring up the thought of resistance at all, not only that, he was also intoxicated by it.

Seems like it's really over.

"I am fine."

At this moment, Xia Youjie felt that the pain of the wound was nothing, "It's just a little pain."

She seemed to really believe what he said, and stopped asking any more questions. While Xia Youjie breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a little lost.

If Wu was the one who was hurt, would she have flung it over like this?

Jia Ruozi healed his injury and left, and threatened that he would never watch gorillas fight again tomorrow, and he would take responsibility for the injury.

Lu Yelian sat beside them and asked, "What do you want to eat at the celebration banquet?"

Celebration feast?

Does this mean asking him to order food?

Gojo Satoru next to him began to report the name of the dish skillfully: "Butter potatoes. Roasted pears, shredded apples, rose tofu..."

Although the opponent of the Kyoto school is not worth mentioning, but with the celebration banquet, it seems that there is a certain joy of victory.

Wujo Wujo was talking endlessly, but Xia Youjie couldn't get in, so he simply turned his head and looked at the loser group.

Zenyuan Naoya, who was the most injured, looked miserable, like an abandoned puppy.

She turned a blind eye to his embarrassment, did not show mercy or comfort him, maybe others would think she was indifferent, but Xia Youjie thought it was a kind of tenderness.

If she doesn't intervene, this matter is just a matter between Zenyuan Naoya and Gojo Satoru. The young man's embarrassment has not left a mark between the two. After a while, he can pretend that nothing happened and pick up his pride in front of her .

Just like now, she no longer paid attention to his injuries, but just discussed what to cook for the celebration banquet, so the blood on his clothes didn't look so embarrassing.

The loss just now quickly turned into something hot and sticky. Xia Youjie's ear tips were a little hot, and when he turned around, he saw Gojo Satoru talking and playing with her fingers.

The two fingers intertwined, she did not resist his movements, but she was not shy at all, her eyes were tender and tender, as if separated by a layer of mist.

The young man kept talking, but she listened quietly all the time, as if she was remembering with her heart, her expression was calm and happy, so she didn't look humble, and she didn't look like a parent who tolerated her children, she just made people feel pure tenderness.

No matter in what age, gentleness is an irresistible trait.

So when she told them that she was going back to Tokyo at night, even the young master Wujo couldn't get angry, he just put his head on her shoulder and cursed in a low voice, and she quickly diverted his attention easily.

Before leaving, she asked him if he had anything he wanted to eat.

Xia Youjie shook his head lightly, Wu had already said so much, so don't increase her workload.

Looking at her back, he bent his eyes.

**

The green vines are lingering on the porch, the house is lit with pear fragrance, and the boy sits outside to enjoy the rain.

"Why are you here at this time?"

Lu Yelian sat opposite him, picked up the tea set: "Is your lord injured?"

"He was hurt more than me." Kamo Kenche leaned back in his chair and asked knowingly, "When do you plan to go back?"

She paused while fiddling with the tea leaves, and turned her head to look at the courtyard: "After this rain, it's almost time to board the train."

"When you came back from Yokohama, you missed the last cherry blossom." He seemed a little regretful: "Ziyang has only been in bloom for a few days."

"It will be the same next year." She smiled and looked at the persimmon tree in the yard, "In the blink of an eye..."

She paused with a smile and stopped talking. Kamo Kenche looked over and saw a boy hiding under the tree. Some longing and curiosity.

It was the child chosen by the family to succeed him.

Kamo Kenche covered his lips and coughed a few times, then smiled angrily, and waved lightly: "Come here."

The boy immediately ran over and sat in front of them carelessly: "Good afternoon, adults."

"Who brought you out?"

Kenche Kamo picked up the blanket on the side and handed it to him, his tone was soft with a little anger: "It's raining outside, and those people don't know how to hold an umbrella for you."

"My lord, don't blame them."

The boy took the blanket and wiped his face, and took the opportunity to look at Lu Yerean with curious eyes, thinking that he was covering up well, so he didn't take his eyes off her for a moment: "I don't want to open an umbrella, it's too heavy , They helped me hold the umbrella, and I felt unaccustomed to it.”

"In the future, I will be the young master."

Kamo Kenche smiled softly, with a soft and helpless tone, like a brother who can't do anything about his younger brother: "They neglect you like this, what if you catch a cold?"

"No!" The child said innocently and sweetly, "It's just raining, I'm not so fragile, if such a small amount of rain can catch a cold, it's too..."

The girl making tea looked at him. For some reason, the boy suddenly felt unable to speak, and could only see her eyes.

Pink, like the cherry blossoms blooming in the yard when he was first picked up.

Kamo Kenche glanced at her: "Will you be back for summer vacation?"

"Although Kyoto is hot in summer, there are many good places to go." He pointed to the boy in front of him: "The children probably get along well."

"Of course I will come back." She smiled and brought tea to him, "My lord, please take care of yourself."

The rain hadn't stopped yet, and the girl had already left with an umbrella.

The boy next to her was still staring at her back, Kamo Kenche looked at him for a while, and laughed abruptly: "Who told you to come here?"

The boy looked at him and shook his head: "No one called me over."

The servant who served him said that if the young master knew who called him over, those people would be punished.

He just wanted to come and see his big sister who would take care of him in the future, that's all.

A soft sigh came from the top of his head, followed by severe pain, followed by blurred vision, before the boy could figure out what happened, several people knelt on the side of the edge together: "Young master, calm down... ..."

Kamo Kenche smiled softly: "Did I die too slowly?"

A man came out of the dark, with a cold voice: "Master Lian has already seen him."

Even if you ask him to die, he cannot die at such a time.

The hand on his forehead was released, and the boy looked up. The young master still had a gentle smile on his face, but the servants who took care of him turned into faces he didn't recognize: "He's just a bastard, how could he dirty you?" hand!"

Kamo Kenche was silent for a while.

"never mind."

He bent down and reached out to him again, the boy dodged subconsciously, but the servant next to him immediately held him down, making him unable to move.

The cool fingers caressed the eyes, through a thin layer of eyelids, the force was gentle and slow, as if stroking a cute puppy, but the boy trembled.

He always felt that the young master would press down on him at any moment, breaking his eyeballs.

The finger that made him terrified quickly retracted: "Seniority is up to me, as for the remaining word, just take Ji."

Kenji Kamo, who got the name, looked up, the young master's face was pale and tired, and the dark eyeballs looked like dark caves that had not seen the sun.

"To commemorate my short life is the meaning of your existence."

He picked up the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said in an understatement, hastily decided on the other person's life: "Law and order, this word does not mean that I am insulting you."

The boy was in a mess, almost bleeding from all seven orifices, but the boy's black hair was never messed up.

As the two looked at each other, the older one suddenly laughed.

"Eyes like mine, Lian Da will like it."

His tone was gentle and gentle, Kamo Kenji only felt a chill running down his back, subconsciously covered his eyes, and dared not open them again.