Why aren't people raising me

After passing through the intersection with mixed traffic, Masaharu boarded the subway again. The real person took a lot of banknotes from the wallets of those test subjects and used them to buy tickets for Masaharu.

"On this point, you unexpectedly follow the rules."

"Because if you don't buy a ticket, you will be stopped and sent to the police station because your identity is unknown. Although I can solve the problem by violence, it will take too much time." The real person behaved like a gentle human being at this time, "Moreover, the fun of killing an ant is not much different from killing a nest of ants, both of which can be crushed to death at will."

"Oh."

"It's so cold."

"Do you want me to be warmer to you?"

"What kind of enthusiasm?"

Yazhi grinned strangely, "If you think too much, I won't please you."

Zhenren has gradually become accustomed to his brain circuit and the way of getting along with him.

In fact, this guy is so self-indulgent that he's kind of cute.

Ok……

Zhenren studied the adjective he had just thought of.

"Forget it's cute, it's so disgusting that I want to vomit."

Masaharu saw it mumbling something he couldn't hear clearly, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm scolding you."

"..."

The time had already passed the rush hour, Yazhi checked the tickets and got on the subway. He was sitting on a chair, and people around him frequently cast their eyes on him.

"What are you doing?" Yazhi gave it a look.

"I'm wondering which part of me made a mistake and transformed you into this."

The real person still thinks that Yazhi is the product of its creation, which gives it a strange sense of satisfaction—— Yazhi is its belonging, and it is a derivative of its fabrication. "I feel like you are a new human being. If all human beings are transformed into yours by me, will the curse spirit not be born?"

Because so far, Masaharu has no negative emotions.

In other words, the negative emotions are so small that they can be ignored, but he has a lot of magic power, otherwise he would not be able to see the magic spirit.

"I just want to say, since people can't see you, it proves that you don't have a real body, why can't you pass through walls, or overlap with humans, and you have to squeeze in a row of seats with me, if you are not a passenger No, isn't it strange that there is such a large space?"

"What are you thinking? Only the lowest-level mantra spirits can't touch the entity." The real man folded his chest, "It seems that you don't know much about mantra spirits. It doesn't matter, as you said, what kind of human beings are they?" My thoughts have nothing to do with me, I don’t have to consider their mood, they can only feel strange when I occupy the space, like posting online to discuss the supernatural event in the subway car——that’s it.”

Yaji blinked and lowered his gaze.

He doesn't talk, the real person is not used to it yet, "Aren't you bored?"

"You can't even bear this bit of silence, how poor your patience is."

Reality: "..."

Real person: "I'll just melt your tongue, or disrupt your language system."

Yazhi let out a cold snort from his nose, and looked at him with an incomprehensible smile, "Didn't you lose a lot of fun in that way?" At this time, his tone of speech became soft and elegant, mixed with some kind of control Desire, "Pets can only be lovable if they are obedient, while toys need to be active, weird and full of freshness."

Unexpectedly, it feels more and more appetizing.

The real man looked down at him, but the curve of his lips became wider and wider.

"My companion will like you, Maji."

"Do I care what they like?"

After getting off the subway, they passed a bookstore.

Naturally, Yazhi was attracted. He stared at the few books displayed in the window, and said directly to the real person, "Buy it for me."

Reality: "..."

Real person: "You are really welcome."

"You can finish reading those books by flipping through them casually, especially the monster illustrated book, which is too boring."

"Then what do you want?"

"The latest volume of Naruto Xer."

The real person squeezed his chin, "Don't you buy the previous one?"

Masaharu had an inscrutable look on his face, "Just by reading the last book, you can almost associate the previous plot."

"...?"

Zhenren felt that if this was true, then it should really evaluate the IQ of itself and Yazhi.

"Is your brain really that good?"

Yazhi said naturally, "It's just that you think you are omnipotent. The growth rate of the curse spirit is very fast, but that is only the field of spells. Your IQ is generally not high. Some crooked theories say that Get it right."

The real person reflected, "What exactly do you mean?"

"Solve function problems, build rockets?"

"We don't need that kind of thing."

Yazhi twitched the corners of his eyebrows, "Yes, can't human beings survive without these?"

Human evolution never stops.

In the next second, Masaharu's head was held by the real man's hand again.

The expression of the blue-haired curse spirit was particularly treacherous, and the aura around him was dull and dangerous.

"I still find it strange. Even if you have awakened your talent, isn't your knowledge too broad and your logical ability mature like an adult? Could it be that I have fused a human soul into yours?" Hit it."

"It's so funny, you don't even know about your technique, you do it yourself."

In the magic world of real people, people have souls before they have bodies.It can change the shape of the soul at will, but it has not been tested whether two souls can be compatible.

So it spontaneously had a new explanation, "But Yazhi, you are strange enough."

A soul that is fragmented in the mother's body and will usher in a mortal end.

"Why did your soul split into pieces? I haven't found the reason yet. Could it be that other things were mixed in during the birth, and I forcibly sewed them together again."

"You are a unique miracle."

The more mysteries there are, the more reluctant this toy is to disappear.

So it doesn't matter if you stay for a while longer, and pampering him a little bit is not a bad choice.

Five minutes later, Masaharu got the latest volume of "Naruto Xer" as he wished.

He then made another request, "I also want a mobile phone."

"What do you want that for? You have no one to contact."

"Is the function of the mobile phone just for communication? It can do many things in the present age, such as surfing the Internet." Masaharu glanced at him lightly, "But it doesn't matter, I don't have such a big need, just do it according to your mood."

In the end, Masaharu was taken to a restaurant by a real person.

Staring at the tidy storefront, Masaharu was dull for a moment, "...Does Mana Spirit need to eat too?"

"Ah, because they made an appointment at this place." The real person half pushed him to enter the door, "Just say wait for someone, the clerk will let you in."

They sat on the side seat, Yazhi flipped through the menu, and checked a few dishes very consciously. Halfway through the meal, he realized that something was coming.

curse spirit.

A curse spirit whose aura is no weaker than that of a real person.

Masaharu looked up, and saw three figures walking in the doorway, a tall monster with two tentacles extending from its eyes, a blue-skinned volcanic head with only one eye, and...a tall figure with a hood Humanity.

"Hello! Is this one?" The clerk greeted warmly, although there was no response.

That group of people came straight here.

"Really, can't you say it?" The volcano head, that is, the curse spirit born out of human's fear of the earth - Leuhu said first, "Also, what do you mean by bringing this little ghost?"

"Yo, I changed my mind temporarily, because I found something interesting." Zhenzhen put his hand on Yazhi's shoulder, with a bright and bright smile on his face, "I think I can name him 'New Human'."

"what?"

"Because this brat's personality is amazing..." Daoist casually kneaded Masaharu's face, and the white-haired boy impatiently opened his hand, "Leihu, guess how old this guy is?"

After several people sat down, Leu Hu glanced at Yazhi with a bit of hostility, "Wearing a hat to cover your face, is this how you show off new humans? Judging from his figure, this guy is at least four years old."

"Pfft, you guessed wrong!" Daoist laughed in a good mood, "This little guy was born less than a day ago."

"Huh?" Leuhu was stunned for a moment, its eyes were huge, almost taking up half of its face, any slight expression was obvious, "Is it a curse spirit?"

This is its first thought, because only the magic spirit can be born and formed.

"No, it's a human being." The real person lifted Yazhi's hat casually, and the blowing air blew the broken hair on Yazhi's forehead, "I repaired his soul by me, it was an accidental work."

A face that is indistinguishable from that of an ordinary human child, even from a normal aesthetic point of view, Yazhi may be cuter.

But his expression is icy cold, pale to pale skin, eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes, expressionless face, he doesn't have any social reaction to the changes in the outside world, even the pupils The movement is loose like charity.

Leuhu's eyelids drooped, as if she had seen through a real person, she put her skinny hand on the table like an old man, "You are sincere, aren't you?"

"Hey, why do you say that?"

"Did you add personal feelings when you transformed him?"

"..."

The real man was silent for a while, and Yazhi saw the complicated meaning in its eyes.

"No, I hate him that much."

"..."

But at this time, the tall young man who had been quiet all this time said, "Tell liking into dislike, so it turns out that the curse spirit can also play duplicity." His voice is highly recognizable, clear and pleasant.

The young man sitting opposite Yazhi slowly took off his hood.

He idly stretched out an arm to support his cheek, and his soft white curly hair was entangled between his fingers. He stared at Yazhi with slightly drooping pink eyes, with some interest, some exploration, and some excitement. Human hairy malice.

"If this child walks with me on the street, everyone will think that we are father and son."

He has a face that is very similar to Yazhi's, as if the facial features are scaled up, the same person's childhood and youth.

He said, "Ah, this face is haunting. I took so long to get rid of him, and you sent me another one just like that."

The real man stretched out his arm to hug Yazhi, as if pulling him into his own encirclement, its voice contained a warning, "Hey, don't do anything to him, this is mine."

"Although it may be true... accidentally leaning his face on your image during the fabrication process. After all, your characteristics are hard to resist, but he is my thing."

"Oh, your stuff."

The young man repeated inexplicably, "Then what's his name?"

"..."

The real man was suspiciously silent.

After a long while, it rubbed its forehead and said, "I might have been confused at the time, I gave him the same name as you—Jazhi."

"But it doesn't matter, we all call you Akashi, we can tell you apart."