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

Because I arrived at the train station ahead of time, the train originally scheduled for the evening was changed to the afternoon. When I arrived in Tokyo, the sun had not yet set. Rei Shikano walked into the house with a gift, and before he could put down his things, the boy rushed towards him and hugged her she.

Edogawa grabbed Rei Kano's neck in random steps, and told her to look down at him, a panic flashed in her green eyes: "Welcome sister home!"

A small black shadow quickly ran to the coffee table, sneakily took something away, there was also movement from the kitchen, Shikano Renquan pretended not to see it, and wiped the potato chips from the corners of Edogawa Luanbu's mouth: "Well, here You brought presents."

"Wow!" The boy looked very interested, looked at the gift bag in her hand, and said in an exaggerated tone: "What is it! I can't tell it at all, damn it, sister, don't move! You have to guess it for Luanbu !"

Lu Yelian smiled softly, and simply closed his eyes: "If there is something you don't want me to see, then I'll come back later, okay?"

"Not good, not good."

Edogawa Luanbu took her hand and walked to the courtyard with her. There was a gardener here, the plants were still neat and tidy, and the carrots sprouted obediently, but it was a beautiful garden from the tea room to the small vegetable garden. The covered bridge has now been turned into a simple basketball court, with scattered paint and crooked appearance.

Edogawa Luanbu looked at her quietly, the girl was still smiling, showing no sign of anger, just rubbing his head, and asked: "Where did you buy the paint? My brother is still young, things like this Choose well."

"Uncle bodyguard." Mentioning the Buddhist monastery Shier, Edogawa Ranbu's face puffed up: "As soon as my sister leaves, uncle bodyguard won't work hard, and even ran out to bet on the horses!"

"He has been watching the horse racing channel all the time. The time he goes out coincides with the horse race. When he comes back, his face is dark. It looks like he has lost the bet. Because he lost the money, the eggs he fried are all black!"

Edogawa complained incessantly. At the end, he crossed his waist and pointed to the left: "Yesterday we also met the curse spirit. If there were no other uncles at home, Xiaohui would have been cursed by the curse spirit." eaten!"

The smile on the elder sister's face stopped, and then, just like the sky that had just rained and suddenly cleared up, the resentment in Edogawa Ranpo's heart disappeared completely.

The sun is warm and comfortable, but at this moment, Edogawa Ranpo has only one thought in his mind:

It's over, Dazai said not to tell my sister.

**

Zenyuan Shier went back before dark.

Strange to say, since moving to Mihua Town, curse spirits have become extremely rare, at most there are only second- and third-level haunts, no threat, and even the guards who follow the cubs can easily deal with them , As a bodyguard, he also became idle.

Going to gamble when you are free, has been like this for these years. The moment you lose all the money in your card, you will feel unwilling and happy at the same time, just like when you were a teenager.

At that time, someone always came to provoke him, and he would beat the group of people to the ground, and then sit in the corner and wait for punishment, just like watching his chosen horse gallop in the field, waiting for its failure.

In the past, he would take orders when he lost everything. As long as he gave money, he would do anything, but more often than not, he would kill people. When he got to the mission location—start—do it—collect money, the whole process was smooth, easy and simple.

Now that I have lost everything, I have to go back and cook for a few nasty brats.

He hadn't cooked for many years, and the well-known Tianhe Tyrant in the magic world wore an apron, tormented by the handle of a spatula that could be easily broken, and seemed to be in a hurry, somewhat embarrassed.

Zenyuan Shier thought he was tired of all this.

But the moment she pushed the tea and the dismissal contract in front of her, the man subconsciously took a step back.

"I was wrong before." Her voice sounded the same as before, and the air was filled with the smell of tea and jasmine

——This kind of flower comes from the Netherlands. She used to like it very much, and would always give one as a gift.

Later, for some unknown reason, she stopped raising it, and only when she opened the spell, Shier in the Chanyuan could smell this fragrance.

Light and gentle, the fragrance that often appeared in his dreams because he had only received gifts from her in his life.

Only with her, Zenyuan Shier can find his self-esteem.

So he twitched the corner of his mouth, signed his name neatly on the contract, and pushed it back without hesitation.

After finishing all this, he opened his mouth, as if asking casually: "Have you performed the surgery yet?"

why?

Is it because of Gojo's absence that she is afraid that she will do impulsive things because of emotional fluctuations, or is it that she is afraid that she will show an expression that is the same as Zenyuan Naoya and make her soft-hearted, so she comforted her in advance?

neither.

"Sorry, maybe it's because I've been using it a little too frequently recently, and my spells have gotten out of control," she said.

She has always been frank, and in her impression, she lied briefly only to protect herself.

Now, even if it were to drive him away, she would give him a seat, a cup of tea, a gentle conversation.It gives people room for reverie-it seems that the next time they see each other, there is still room for the two of them to smile and greet each other.

Zenyuan Shier didn't know what to say. He had no magic power, so he was relatively less affected by her spells, but he was no weaker than any magician. He thought that he was the most suitable to protect her people.

So why fire yourself at a time like this?

"Just sorry for you."

She lowered her head: "Every April, when I open the tea in the jar, I will think of my lord."

"Mr. Shier, who always talks about freedom, will have a good life after leaving the monastery, right? With this in mind, Lian no longer regrets the fact that no one cares about the white tea at home."

Zenyuan Shier suddenly felt that the teacup in her hand was a little hot, and heard her say: "After the reunion, Lian always felt that he had done something wrong. How could he put chains on you again because of the safety of my brother? This is really too selfish. .”

A brand new piece of paper was pushed in front of him.

"I have nothing good at it, and this is the only thing I can use as compensation."

Zenyuan Shier looked down, this is what he dreamed of when he was young, as long as he writes a new surname and goes to the office, he can completely get rid of the surname of Zenyuan and have a brand new life.

I don't know why, but there is more fear and tension than joy, because of years of experience, Zenyuan Shier still controlled his strength well, and did not break the eggshell-like teacup in his hand.

"Little boy likes you very much." He looked at Lu Ye Lian, and he couldn't tell what was on his mind, as if he didn't think about anything, his mind went blank, and he just said it like this: "It's not impossible to be named Lu Ye."

The paper was held down, and the boy stood beside her with a cold face, his eyes were full of contempt, and his tone was rarely sharp: "Don't dream."

The girl hugged her younger brother into her arms, with a lingering smile on her face, as if nothing had happened, she looked at him and said to him:

"If your lord's surname is also Lu Ye, others may discuss it, which will damage your reputation."

She has always respected him, even if she refuses, she still speaks for him.

It wouldn't be a shame to stay, and it wouldn't look like a dog.

Thinking so, Zenyuan Shier really stayed, at a free price, as a family member.

"Uncle Bodyguard can't gamble anymore."

The newly-promoted family financial planner who counted with his bank card puffed his face, and there was dissatisfaction with him in his words: "Now all your money belongs to my sister, and every penny is used to buy snacks for Luanbu! "

"..." Is it really okay to let such a child manage money?

Zenyuan Shier turned his head to look, the little sea urchin was originally very good, but under her pampering, he would always show a child's willfulness in a rare way, shaking his head at one family name after another, holding her arm tightly and refusing to let go .

Strangely enough, the child with her true blood was the least like her.

Gloomy and indifferent, even though he had bowed his head and surrendered, the child's gaze was still sharp and mean, like a sharp sword tempered with ice, reaching straight to the tip of the wild dog's neck.

"Since you can't pick a surname you like, let's draw lots."

Osamu Dazai would not allow others to take the surname Shikano, no matter what the name is.

He handed the box to Chanyuan Hui: "After changing the surname, you can go to kindergarten."

I always feel my brother is angry.

The little sea urchin hid in her sister's arms, and after being touched on the head, she put her little hand into the box.

V black.

It's not Luye, it's Fuhei.

The handwriting on the note is very beautiful, written by my sister.

The little sea urchin fell in love immediately, and looked at his sister: "Is this my surname from now on?"

The four syllables are a bit complicated for children. The little sea urchin stumbled and read, and when he finished, the girl picked him up and called him softly: "Yes, when you introduce yourself to others, you can say that you are It's dark."

No more handing over names to people you meet for the first time.

Fu Heihui read the note again and again.

"Thank you sister."

**

Go to bed early, get up at six o'clock, and after having breakfast in the tea room on the third floor, lie on the balcony and read a book, wait until they carry their schoolbags and walk to the courtyard, smile at them gently, and say goodbye to them——Surgical formula After losing control, she seemed no different from before.

Osamu Dazai and Edogawa Luanbu both played truant with their schoolbags on their backs, because Osamu Dazai had called in advance, and Fu Heisher answered all the calls from the teacher.

"My sister's technique is very strange."

Ranpo Edogawa had already flipped through the spell books that Shikano Ren used to read. The boy sat on the stone pier: "It's like a halo. In comics and games, this inherent halo is uncontrollable." Yes, and it's not just for conjurers, my sister's spells are also useful for ordinary people, such a powerful spell, but my sister doesn't have any magic power."

He rubbed his chin: "Lanbu thinks it's not so much a spell, but a supernatural power?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes: "Can it be explained scientifically? That unreasonable detective, every time he stays with him, strange things always happen, but they regard it as a kind of science, even if I point out the weird places, will be quickly forgotten.”

"Let's put it this way... Xiao Heizi and the others are also very scary when they play basketball, but whenever I ask: 'Are you a magician?', 'Are you a supernatural person?' They always think that I I read too many comics."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, because his sister's technique was out of control, he had to give up his previous dislike, and cooperate with the person in front of him who was barely recognized by him.

"Do you think... we might have spells, or abilities?"

"No way." Edogawa Ranpo took out a bag of potato chips from his schoolbag and gnawed on it: "Mom and Dad said that Ranpo is just a child who is so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary."

"Even if it's just for a moment, don't you feel that everyone around you is stupid?"

Only when you clearly recognize your own talent can you maximize it. Because of this, Osamu Dazai is reluctantly willing to give a little help to accelerate the genius in front of him to understand himself.

"I can read information and catch flaws from other people's subtle expressions. I can easily see through other people's lies, comprehend other people's subtext, and predict what adults will say in the next second effortlessly. But even so, you see I can't see a lot of things."

"Dazai..." Edogawa Ranpo's eyes widened slightly, and he slowly chewed the potato chips in his mouth: "You read so many boring books just to fool me at this time?"

"..." Osamu Dazai glanced at his schoolbag stuffed with snacks, and gave up thinking about communicating with him.

"If you want to know whether we have supernatural powers, you only need to go to Yokohama."