The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

After Naoya responded to Gojo Satoru, about a month has passed, and his physical condition has finally improved effectively. He no longer feels tired easily, coughing from time to time has almost completely stopped, and his energy and spirit have also returned to normal. Same as before.

It's just...his hair, which faded from the roots and turned white, never returned to the blackness it used to be.

The white hair roots contrasted sharply with the remaining black at the end, silently reminding others that Naoya once walked on the edge of life and death.

"Master, your hair..." One morning, when Zhen Wang was taking care of Naoya's breakfast, he looked at Naoya's hair in a quiet and dazed way, pursed his lips, and hesitated for a while before asking Said, "Have you ever thought about dyeing it back to black?"

"Huh?" Naoya blinked, raised his head from the simple and light porridge, stretched out his hand, and casually picked a strand of his already somewhat long black and white hair, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Is it the top?" Is it ugly and strange to have such black and white hair?"

"No, that's not the case! I just..." Zhenwang quickly denied it, then paused, and lowered his eyes, "I just think that this hair color...is not suitable for you." , the hand beside him was gradually clenched, and even the knuckles were slightly bluish white.

"Mamoo," Naoya smiled lightly upon seeing this, gently took Mamoko's clenched hand, smoothed and relaxed her somewhat stiff fingertips, and gently overlapped her with a hint of comfort. Hold, "I don't know if you still remember, Xiaohui saw my hair before and said, 'It's like it's covered by snow'."

"Yes, I remember." Hearing this, Zhenwang couldn't help recalling Xiaohui's childish words at that time, softened his brows and eyes, nodded, and said softly, "Xiaohui... is really sensible."

"So, as Xiaohui said, it's better to treat it as snow," Naoya frowned, "Let the past be the past, just like the snow will definitely melt in spring."

"What's more, it's just the color of the hair. If you don't think it's suitable, I'll dye it again when I have time." Saying that, Naoya paused, with a bit of teasing, looking at Zhenwang He deliberately winked and said, "Speaking of which, I wanted to try other hair colors before, but unfortunately I never had the chance. Now it's just right, and I don't even have to spend the effort of bleaching my hair."

"Master..." Even knowing that Naoya deliberately used such a joke to comfort himself, Zhenwang still smiled helplessly, and asked softly, "Master, what do you want?" What color is it?"

"If you really want to dye it..." Naoya looked out of the window, it was the time when the sun was shining, and the golden light, with the scorching summer flavor, sprinkled all of it into the room, coating the floor thinly. A layer of dazzling gold shell shook so straight that he couldn't help squinting his eyes, but, in his eyes, there was also a bit of indescribable nostalgia and relief, and he whispered, "Let's dye it gold."

Regarding Naoya's desire to change his hair color, Shi Er, who only occasionally took the time to come and see people, naturally had no objection. Rather, after seeing Naoya's face that had finally regained some of its former glory, deep down in his heart The irritability that has been suppressed has finally improved a little-at least, when facing Gojo Satoru in the past few days, he no longer has the previous feeling in his heart, and he can't help but want to slap the opponent's head hard. The urge to screw it down.

"Dye it if you want to." Shi Er shrugged indifferently, just glanced at Zhizai's hair, and clicked his brows lightly.

Like Mamoko, Shirley has long been extremely displeased with Naoya's half-faded hair.

It’s just that, unlike Zhenwang’s gentle and tactful suggestions, Shi’er’s attitude of expressing dissatisfaction is much more straightforward. I saw him scratching his head a little annoyed, turning his face to the side, and said in an impatient tone, “Your panda head is really ugly. garish."

"...I know you don't have a good word in your mouth," Naoya couldn't hold back after hearing this, and muttered in a low voice. He could only roll his eyes at Shi Er, and said angrily, "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Shi Er raised his eyebrows, and only let out a faint sneer from his nasal cavity at Naoya's nonchalant 'provocation', which even made him feel a little irritable. Then it got better, and the corners of the mouth with scars turned back, "Rio heard that you are recovering almost, and I want to invite you and Mamoko to come over for a meal. By the way, thank you for helping to take care of Ena."

Previously, Xiaohui had been with Naoya in the office for about a week. She almost ate and lived with her. She stayed by Naoya's side obediently and quietly, and she seldom stepped out of the door of the office.

Thanks to Xiaohui's temperament, she has always been a little precocious with a little bit of calmness and introversion, and she likes Naoya very much. If it were other children with lively personality, if they were so bored in the same place all the time, I'm afraid they would have been affected by it. no more.

Therefore, instead of saying that Naoya takes care of Xiaohui, it is better to say that having Xiaohui by his side makes Naoya feel more relaxed and happy even when he is recuperating from a boring illness.

Of course, there is also the relationship between a certain white cat who likes to attack at night.

"Miss Risui is too polite," Naoya couldn't help laughing, but because of the relationship between several people, he didn't refuse, nodded, looked at Shier and asked, "When is the date?"

"It's just this Saturday," Shir raised his chin, "you can just come over when the time comes."

"...Isn't that the day after tomorrow?" Naoya was taken aback when he heard the words, remembering the text message from someone last night, his eyes looked away inexplicably as if he was a little guilty, and there was a little entanglement between his brows, After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "Well...how should I go, I may be late this Saturday..."

"What, do you have something to do?" Shi Er squinted his eyes, staring at Naoya who was sitting in front of him, naturally he could easily see something was wrong from the other person's eyebrows and eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and moved his hands vigilantly With a voice full of danger, he asked slowly, word by word, "What should be resolved is almost resolved, what else can you do?"

What Shi Er said was naturally from the high-level conjurer.

After the astral body incident, seeing that Naoya hadn't shown up for a long time, and that Master Tianyuan was still safe and sound, the higher-ups of the spell only thought that they had guessed the whole picture of the matter.

Now, in their eyes, the Chanyuan has lost the leadership of Naoya, the young patriarch, the office has no leader, and the government/government is silent. There is only Wujo Wu and the Wujo family behind him. Single-handedly, no matter how hard it is what threat they pose.

Seeing that everything was going well, they couldn't hold back any longer. First, they poured all the dirty water on Naoya with seemingly righteous words on the face, and then went back to their old business behind the scenes, trying to secretly kill the staff of the office bit by bit. In this way, the power they lost will be regained again.

It's a pity that these are just their delusions after all.

Of course, the high-ranking people in the magic arts will not know that the Kamo family, which seems to have nothing to do with the other two on the surface, has a weak and moderate position, and before pretending to cooperate with them, they first went to the Zenyuan family—or Said, Naoya, and for many years, in order to maintain the so-called "balance" in the magic world, in order to protect the power in their hands, they secretly and wantonly killed civilian magicians, and even ordinary people associated with them, all kinds of evidence, and even more , Collected all of them and handed them over to the Buddhist monks.

If it was the past, the high-level mantras who controlled the world of sorcery almost as fast as the sky, would never be so careless and make such mistakes.

But today is different from the past, they are like big trees eaten by moths, they seem to stand upright on the surface, and because of the relationship of interests, they can barely be regarded as strictly guarding against the outside world when they are in unison, but now, Naoya's office is growing day by day, serious Threatened their status, like a sharp sword, completely broke the already rotten tree with a crack that could no longer be healed, exposing the hollow inside.

The high-level conjurers who have long been overwhelmed and confused, can hardly guard against the knife secretly facing the back.

Now that the high-level affairs of the incantations have come to an end, Naoya, who is recovering from his illness, can naturally go out freely, and at the first time, he received an invitation from someone who couldn't wait, and the time set was also this week. six.

Unfortunately, Zhizai still can't say this reason, unless he wants to see some two guys fight over this trivial matter.

"This..." Naoya only felt a chill behind Shier's stare, and a cold sweat broke out, and he frantically thought about the reasons that could be dealt with, "I...uh , I finally got Zhen Wang's consent, I can go out, I plan to buy some summer clothes first, and then I will cut my hair by the way, you see, I haven't over-cut it for almost two months, just like this to get rid of frizz It's not too good to see Riho-sister and Xiaohui in a hurry..."

"...That's it?" Shi Er was silent for a moment, then asked indifferently.

Hearing this, Naoya nodded in a hurry, opened a pair of dark brown eyes, and looked at Shier with a pitiful look.

Seeing this, Shi Er didn't say whether he believed it or not, but just looked at Zhizai quietly. For a while, he thought of many things in his heart, thinking of the past ten years, the time when Zhizai was truly free was only the short period when he just escaped from the monastery. One year; I remembered Naoya who was still covered in blood more than a month ago, and Naoya who was hugged tightly by that bastard Gojo Satoru after that...

Thinking of this, he felt his hands itching badly.

Although Shi Er didn't visit Naoya many times, he didn't miss a certain period of time before. When Naoya saw him, his expression changed slightly from the usual one—a little more startled and worried, Even if he didn't understand it at that time, but combined with Naoya's strange reaction today and the faint guilt mixed between his brows and eyes, everything seems to have a reasonable explanation.

Thinking of this, Shi Er inexplicably had the illusion that the Chinese cabbage, which he had worked so hard to raise for nearly ten years, was being secretly cheated by the pig, especially when the cabbage was trying to hide it from him with the pig, and for a while he couldn't help but Some gritted their teeth.

But... Looking at Naoya in front of him, Shier just twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't say much.

"Just go if you want to go," Shi'er said coldly with some ambiguity, seeing Naoya was stunned, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't forget to come back for dinner when the time comes, Hui is still waiting for you at home."

In any case, as long as that bastard doesn't hang around with Naoya in front of his eyes, Shi Er thought to himself, squinting his eyes maliciously, not to mention, who knows what will happen in the future.

With such an idea in mind, Shi Er already planned to ask Kong Shiyu to search for him. Are there any shrines or temples in Japan that are particularly effective in breaking up people.