Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu Nakahara rubbed his eyes and opened the door, and saw a guy who was only wearing a low-key luxurious light blue shirt and black trousers, so shiny that he looked like a male model, leaning against his door.

Masaharu felt that he might be in a dream, so he closed the door and reopened it.

...is still there.

Masaharu Nakahara choked, "Could it be because Brother Jinping rejected you, did you come to persuade me?"

"Ah? No, no." Gojo Satoru waved his hands and approached, "That kind of thing doesn't matter, we don't have enough people to need a nine-year-old child to work."

"It's just spring, isn't it cold to wear a shirt?"

"The strongest is not cold."

"..." Masaharu Nakahara's eyes were strange, he didn't know whether it was for his lines or his intention to come here, "Then what are you going to do?"

Gojo Satoru pulled on his sunglasses, showing off his handsomeness to his heart's content, as if a real Bolling effect flashed on his cheeks, "Did it upset you before?"

Children are more likely to develop a good impression of good-looking people.

Gojo Satoru's way of treating children from a variety show is used here,

The corners of Masaharu Nakahara's eyes twitched, "No, you also helped me solve the marks on my shoulders and prevent me from being entangled by other curse spirits. I also want to thank you."

"You're so eloquent..."

"We have nothing to do with each other."

Gojo Satoru stretched out three fingers, and the smile on his lips was not serious, "Counting we have met three times this time, this is the fate accumulated in the previous life."

Masaharu Nakahara held back, "...the previous life has nothing to do with this life."

This sentence seems to have a special attack on Gojo Satoru. He paused unnaturally, and then held his chest exaggeratedly. Masaharu Nakahara saw what he was covering up, "People have to believe in fate. , will really slip out of your hands."

"Don't look like you've been hurt by my cold heart, it won't be cute to do this when you're old."

Five enlightenments and one choke.

He emphasized, "I'm only 22 years old!"

Masaharu Zhongyuan said confidently, "I'm only nine years old!"

God, what kind of character is this!

Not at all empathetic, not at all angelic!

Gojo Gojo's eyes widened. He felt that he had put a lot of effort into this meeting. At least he looked more reliable than when he first met Kei. As a result, the child was really a child, and he couldn't get his charm at all!

it's fine!

Gojo Satoru grinned and smiled,

Children are so cute!

"Children from Central Plains, Lord Gojo is very solemnly inviting you now..." Gojo Satoru leaned down and stretched out his hand to Masaharu Nakahara, as gentle and elegant as the prince who invited the princess, "Would you like to go for a ride with me?"

?

Ok?

Masaharu Nakahara said coldly, "I'm going out for a picnic today."

"But no one told you who took you on an outing, right?" Gojo Satoru smiled with a successful plan, "Your brother sold you... No, your brother was persuaded by me, I'm going to take you out now .”

Masaharu Nakahara looked like you were joking.

"It's true." Matsuda Jinpei said before going out, "I'm going out with Hagi today, sorry Masaharu, can you play with brother Gojo?"

Going out with Hagiwara Kenji?

Oh!

Masaharu Nakahara suddenly realized,

That's right, time for adults!It's too unreasonable to bring a child, so I'm in custody now!

Wujo Wuyi pointed to his luxury car parked not far away, "Let's go, today will be a happy day."

Masaharu Nakahara looked at him suspiciously, "Can you drive?"

A man wearing glasses, with a subtly similar profile but a completely different appearance, stood by the car and nodded to here.

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "There is a driver."

Nakahara Masaharu turned to look at Matsuda Jinpei, and after receiving approval and encouragement, he compromised.

But Matsuda Jinpei didn't force him, "Because you slept soundly this morning, I didn't tell you in advance, Masaharu, if you don't like following him, I'll stay at home with you."

Originally, there was no need to be so careful. Masaharu Nakahara was not a particularly young child who could not take care of himself. He was relatively intelligent, so he had no problem being alone at home.

But now, he has come into contact with another world, and Matsuda Jinhei is worried that if he is not there, Masaharu may be torn apart by a curse spirit that appears from nowhere. Masaharu's face, Matsuda Jinpei can really wake up from a nightmare,

"No, you do your own thing, you don't need to change anything for me." Nakahara Masaharu squeezed his hand, "I'll follow him, don't worry,"

***

Nakahara Masaharu got into Gojo Satoru's car.

The mood is a bit complicated, he has passed the period of being interested in luxury cars now, and he is already tired of looking at the cars he likes.

"Are you motion sick?"

"Won't.."

Masaharu Nakahara was blowing on the heater, subconsciously looking at the driver in the driver's seat,

Yidizhi Jiegao, assistant supervisor.

Gojo Satoru introduced that Yiji Jiegao is a student from the younger world, that is, a student who entered a high school after Akashi Masaharu died. He didn't have any intersection with Akashi Masaharu, but he should have heard of Akashi Masaharu more or less story.

Sensing Masaharu Nakahara's scrutinizing eyes, Iji Kiyo, who thought he was an ordinary child, showed a gentle smile, "Good morning."

Masaharu Nakahara also greeted him, he looked at Gojo Satoru, and asked about the current situation of the others, "Since there is a school, you should have a lot of classmates."

"No, a grade can be counted on one hand." Gojo Satoru didn't hide too much, "Conjurer is a very rare profession, even as an assistant supervisor is a rare talent."

Talent Yidichi Jiegao: Thank you, this is the first time I have such an evaluation, I am very touched and gratified.

"Are you the strongest now?"

"Don't believe it?"

"Then who is under you?" Masaharu Nakahara hugged his backpack, "You also have the same period, but among the magicians, I have only seen you."

"Under me... I won't tell you." Gojo Satoru put his palm on Masaharu Nakahara's head, "You can meet those guys in the future."

those guys.

So is Jay all right?

After his death...Jie won't be targeted by those curse masters, will he survive?

"Is there anything you want to play?"

"I've been to a lot of places, Jinping will take me out every weekend." Masaharu Nakahara counted, "I've been to playgrounds, children's restaurants, handicraft workshops, role-playing huts...all of them."

He raised his eyes, and suddenly found Gojo Satoru's eyes were exceptionally gentle, and there was a faint smile on his lips, and his breath was peaceful and soft, obviously he was in a happy mood as if he had discovered something good.

"...What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru turned his face away, "It's nothing, seeing that you have been raised fat and white, I can guess that you are doing well."

This is a child surrounded by love.

Matsuda Jinpei is a qualified, no, it should be said to be an excellent guardian, who fully understands what a child needs to grow up, not just the necessary studies or blindly neglecting the stocking, but meticulous and free, allowing him to be cared for with warmth and care. Grow your own wings and have your own independent mind with enlightened support.

White and fat.

Nakahara Masaharu recited this word in his heart,

This is the second time he has heard this adjective, why do people like to say that about him?

Ignoring these small details, Masaharu Nakahara was taken by Gojo Satoru - the dessert base.

Such a childlike name is naturally prepared for children. The interior decoration is dreamy and interesting, cartoon stickers can be seen everywhere, animation and music are played on the big screen, and sparkling stars are hanging from the ceiling. The basic selling point is not only a small playground , is to be able to DIY desserts by yourself, most of the raw materials are semi-finished products, and it is easy to make ice cream, croquettes, cakes... and the entry condition is——

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at the notice board: adults bring a child under the age of ten to enter.

My lord · Gojo Satoru.

Children under ten · Masaharu Nakahara.

Looking at Gojo Satoru who couldn't help but be excited, Masaharu Nakahara said, "...So that's what I do."

This sweet guy uses him as a tool for parent-child activities!

"Let's go, I bought a pass, and you can play as you please." Gojo Satoru pushed Masaharu's shoulders in, "Is there anything important in the backpack? Give it to Yizhizhi, and we can just play."

Masaharu Nakahara: "...OK."

What's going on, why is he also a little bit excited, he has also fallen in love with this dessert base for a long time, damn it!

Don't be obsessed with these children's things anymore after recovering your memory—!

Looking at his short figure in the mirror, Masaharu Nakahara felt a little more confident.

Darryl saw his subtle emotional changes, and jokingly said, "Could this be the one, many people are saying: this kind of thing is too childish for elementary school students, but it's just right for adults—— Like that?"

Death seems to have something to say.

This is the childhood that Akashi Masaharu was taken from. At that time, he forced himself into a chord, and he had to break it into two parts.

Carefree fun is far away from him, but because of his cultural background, adults are very face-saving, and hang the label of maturity and stability on their bodies. Every office worker will wear a solemn and decent suit when going out, and few people can let go of his company. Children are laughing outside.

"Which one to play first?"

"Ice cream?"

"The strongest ice cream is the highest!"

"Speaking like this, wouldn't it be embarrassing if you lose to me in a while?"

The two of them mixed in a group of children's parents without any sense of disobedience. Masaharu Nakahara ate too many desserts in one go, and his head was numb. Gojo Satoru handed him a cup of bitter barley tea in a timely manner, and seemed to be paying attention to his state all the time.

From time to time, there were whispered discussions and glances from around, Masaharu Nakahara looked at Gojo Satoru's handsome face, and said clearly, "You are still so popular..."

Gojo Gojo, who was about to answer something stinky, paused, "...or?"

Masaharu Nakahara didn't hear clearly, he held the cup and asked naturally, "Huh?"

"..."

There was a brief silence, but Masaharu Nakahara did not notice any stagnant atmosphere.

After visiting the manual DIY area, Gojo Satoru took Masaharu Nakahara to participate in the parent-child competition with great interest.

The opponents were really a bunch of kids, and Masaharu Nakahara felt a weird sense of shame, "For this match I..." Let's forget it.

"It is inevitable!" Gojo Satoru raised his arms and cheered.

He held Masaharu Nakahara's armpit with both hands, and easily gathered him over his head, "Come on, dunk, the highest prize is none other than you!"

"Hey, this is cheating!"

"Damn it, dad, why aren't you so tall!"

"There is indeed no restriction on this action in the regulations..."

Masaharu Nakahara's angle of view was raised by two meters, and the victory was in front of him. He was too embarrassed to refuse, and subconsciously compared a more standard shooting posture, and threw the ball into the basket.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what was in his mind, instead of putting Masaharu Nakahara down immediately, he weighed it down instead.

He muttered something in a low voice, the surroundings were too noisy, Masaharu Nakahara couldn't hear clearly.

They took a short break, and Masaharu Nakahara was sent to a small playground by Gojo Satoru.

This is the place for children, adults are not allowed to enter, they can only watch from the side of the fence, Gojo Satoru accepted it well, holding the camera in one hand, and greeted Masaharu with the other hand on his mouth, with No.1 in his armpit Prize - Large doll, "Look here, look here!"

Masaharu Nakahara wore a winner's garland around his neck, and made a helpless comparison there.

"Smile a little better."

Masaharu Nakahara bared his eight teeth mercilessly.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Forget it, you should be more natural."

The misfortune just started from here.

The suspended screen hanging above the children's base suddenly fell down. When the rope broke, there was no sound, and there was no sound of loosening, and it just hit the ground straight down.

Wujo Gojo's eyes were fixed, and he jumped over the railing and rushed over, throwing down the child directly below the screen. The violent sound when the heavy object fell to the ground finally attracted people's attention. In an instant, screams pierced the air, and the whole scene changed. It was a mess.

People ran amok and made a mess, because the commotion was not over yet, the glass balls hanging from the ceiling also shook one by one, and then smashed down, the adults hurriedly beckoned the children to run away, Gojo Satoru protected the newly rescued children They got up, and before they could say a word, the two children were taken away by their parents.

"Run Oriko! Run!"

The short thank you was drowned in the noise of the crowd, Wujo Wu looked up solemnly, and in his field of vision, no less than three curse spirits suddenly gathered in the originally clean playground.

And most importantly, Masaharu Nakahara is gone.

Why is it gone?

Liuyan followed the direction of the mantra to explore the past, Gojo Satoru felt a rare sense of urgency and pressure, he stepped into the play area first, pulled out the bewildered children hiding under the facilities, threw them to the parents who rushed over, and then Walked a few steps inside to find it.

No.

The flow of mana is cut off suddenly.

on top!

Gojo Satoru raised his head, and saw something curled up in the rolling curse spirit on the ceiling, squinting his eyes triumphantly.

Launching a large attack from this angle would unintentionally cause the building to collapse.

How could it be, these spell spirits obviously came from elsewhere, they should have stayed in the place where they were born, and the playground that gathers happiness rarely can raise such big guys.

Is it manipulative?Was it attracted by props?

Gojo Satoru flew into the air, and shot a small cannon at a curse spirit. A circular hole appeared on the curse spirit's body, and it was wiped out within a few breaths without even howling. The dissipated limbs A child fell in between - not Masaharu.

Gojo Satoru caught the child and stretched out his hands to the other two,

The next second, father and mother appeared beside him, the air trembled with such a huge aura, the mother shouted. "Let me go!"

On the ground, Yidizhi Jiegao saw that almost everyone was evacuated, and immediately set up the tent. There may be ordinary people who have not escaped, but controlling the situation is the most important thing.

"Really, why didn't the window move?"

Yidizhi Jiegao confronted his superior anxiously, "It's really difficult to deal with the follow-up if a riot is caused under such circumstances..."

He lowered his head and dialed the phone number, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking by out of the corner of his eye,

Yidizhi Jiegao immediately turned to look over, and shouted at the man's back, "That gentleman! You can't go in now!"

As a result, after seeing the man's attire clearly, he suddenly froze as if stuck, his eyes widened, and his body froze in disbelief.

The man was wearing a god-muttering robe, and he turned his head and gave him a sideways glance.

It was just a very light and uncertain look, Yidizhi Jiegao swallowed nervously,

Super Curse Master - Xia Youjie.

How did he come? !It's hard not to think of some kind of conspiracy when you deliberately appear in the children's playground——!

Xia Youjie touched the tent, it was just an ordinary barrier to prevent the people inside from coming out, and it had no defensive effect on the outsiders, so he walked in lightly.

It was already a mess inside.

Scattered tools were spread all over the floor during people's escape, and the air was filled with a sweet smell, which would make Wujo Wujoy happy, but Xia Youjie didn't have any special reaction to this, his eyes swept across the audience lightly , casually summoned a curse spirit, and gathered the ordinary people who were hiding in one place,

Those people only saw the long black-haired young man reach out and wave his hand, and his body flew into the air, and was pulled by an irresistible force, and immediately screamed in fright, "Ah! Help!"

Xia Youjie's curse spirit searched the passers-by present, and blocked those screaming, begging for mercy and cursing behind his ears, and only after those people collided with each other did he realize that he might have been saved.

But it was too late to thank them, and they could no longer find the benefactor.

In the air, the father and mother are fiercely biting the curse spirit. It can beat the curse spirit with its body, or it can use——

"What kind of death do you want?"

Of course, it is difficult to get a response from the curse spirit.

"If you don't say anything, then put the child down and blew himself up to death."

Sure enough, following the words of the curse spirit, the kidnapped children fell one after another, Gojo Satoru went back and forth to catch those small bodies, but ignored the ones behind him.

Because he knew that there was already another guy who had a tacit understanding with him.

The mantra spiritualist sat on the rainbow dragon to catch the unconscious child, and greeted him calmly, "Enlightenment."

Gojo Gojo snorted and laughed, "Jie, you will come to this kind of place too,"

"Let's deal with things." The black-haired young man put his hands into his sleeves, "A curse master sent me a letter of challenge, saying that he would create chaos. He has a first-level curse that attracts curse spirits, and his own strength is not strong. .”

"Isn't this a simple newspaper office? It's a vicious guy who picks on children."

A child is a family, they are fragile and easy to control, and they are easier to crush than adults.

Wujo Wujo counted the children, frowning, "One is missing."

"Ok?"

"The child I brought here."

"Have you fallen down enough to be a babysitter now?"

"I want to say who that child is, you have to be jealous of me."

Although they were chatting seemingly relaxedly, they didn't relax in the slightest, because any delay would increase the possibility of tragedy.

"Let's keep an eye on you." Xia Youjie said, "Qiang Qiang went out and brought a child with him. The desperate guy will definitely attack him. Don't be too pessimistic, that person will come out to find us by himself."

"What do you mean?"

"He likes to see people struggling, especially the strong."

These words resonated with the murderer, and there was sudden applause in the empty and silent venue, "You really know everything about my investigation, so what if you know, can the strongest of the generation save the person who was kidnapped by me? ?”

The Curse Master stood on the tallest building. It was a huge cartoon brown bear, 15 meters high. The reason why he chose this position was probably because he wanted to not be inferior to others, because Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie could both fly.

The curse master narrowed his eyes, looked at the restless father and mother, and showed an uncomfortable smile, "As expected of a super curse spirit known as the 'Mother of Curses', after the death of the manipulator, it can still retain consciousness, I thought it would It got so out of control that it killed you all."

sow discord.

Gojo Satoru stared at him condescendingly, and his six eyes radiated a frightening light.

"Don't look at me with such terrifying eyes." The Curser shrugged, "You can guess which of these three slides has the person you want to find."

Extending from the belly of the brown bear are three giant slides, each with a Shikigami,

"I know, the strongest can teleport, and the magic spell operator can summon the magic spell with unknown abilities in an instant. How fast can your speed be?"

He was so threatening, but suddenly heard a cry from behind the brown bear that could almost break the soul,

"Mom, crush him for me—!"

Masaharu Nakahara, who was swallowed into the belly of Shikigami, was surprised and furious when he was threatened with death from suffocation again.

Why come again?

Why is it him!

It's just that he will be threatened when he goes out, but he entered the darkness in an instant. The darkness of this scene made Masaharu Nakahara return to the time when he was surrounded by enemies in an instant. He thought with his brain still thinking, why can't he Let him go?

Because it is a child brought out by the six eyes, it is emphatically regarded as a target.

Because he was a disgusting guy who wanted to publish a newspaper, he arrogantly chose to bring so many people with him after provoking Xia Youjie.

"Attract curse spirits, use various hostages to hold the strongest, have this kind of brain, prove that everything you do is carefully thought out, you can control shikigami, with this extraordinary ability, you do something wrong, but you have to use it It radiates malice!"

Masaharu Nakahara's voice carried a calm anger that did not resemble a child's,

"Mom, I'm here."

he cried, trusting that father and mother would find him,

"I'm not in any slide at all, that's just his blindfold."

Because he knows that the strongest can save everyone in an instant.

So he wanted to see the strongest show a desperate look after saving everyone.

——The child you are looking for has been hidden by me from the very beginning, hidden in Shikigami's belly, when you relax, when you think you have saved him, he may have died.

Masaharu Nakahara was even more furious because he knew the plan of the curse master.

"Evil guy who plays with people's hearts, since he doesn't respect life—"

His father and mother tore the shikigami to pieces, and Masaharu Nakahara was exposed to the air. He stepped on the arms encircled by his father and mother, and stared at the astonished curser in the air.

His voice overlapped with that of father and mother,

"—How do you want to die?"