Earn 100 billion for parents

Fujimaru Haraichi, 19 years old this year, has a good appearance, black hair and half-length hair, blue and gold eyes of different colors, although his height is 1.8 meters [-], but his frail temperament will always make people ignore that he is actually a martial artist .

He has been living among a group of heroic spirits since he was born, and he began to absorb a lot of knowledge and skills consciously or unconsciously, and he was even able to grow in the hands of a group of heroic spirits without common sense. This shows his physical strength.

That's right, Fujimaru Haraichi, who seems to like to be weak and thin, is actually a 'strong man' with eight-pack abs and a lot of abs after taking off his clothes.

Those who secretly waited to see the son of a rich family being bullied and beaten by gangsters did not get what they wanted.

All they could see was the scene of the rich kid beating up gangsters in the street, which made their scalps tingle.

Fist to the flesh, even in the noisy street can still hear the sound of the blow, which is enough to prove how ruthless the young man is.

Those gangsters who were aggressive just now have become a pile of 'corpses' motionless.

What's even more frightening is that the one who hit him didn't even have a single strand of hair messed up, and he still looked so fresh and handsome.

The onlookers no longer dared to have illusions, and left quickly, fearing that the next second the storm would involve themselves.

A few minutes later, only the 'corpse' and Fujimaru Haraichi remained at this small crossing, and only the child standing aside.

Fujimaruhara took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then glanced at the smiling child who seemed to be watching a play.

"Do you have a mobile phone?" Fujimaru asked.

The young man tilted his head, not knowing what the young man wanted to do, so he handed it over out of curiosity.

As a result, Fujimaru Haraichi called the ambulance hotline on his mobile phone, "Hello, this is xxx street, and a group of people fell and injured here."

fall? !

The gangster's leader was in severe pain, but his consciousness was extremely clear. Hearing the culprit's brazen words, he concluded that they were injured by the fall.

Fujimaruhara locked the phone, looked at the resentful gangster with a smile, knelt down and pinched his chin through the handkerchief.

"Oh, why are you so careless? I'm afraid I have to cultivate for a month now. Be careful when you go out in the future. Be careful of pedestrians, otherwise, if you fall and get injured, will you be paralyzed for a lifetime?" ~Bed~ already."

Fujimaruhara offered his suggestion kindly, but the gentle and gentle face with a smile looked like a demon from hell to the gangster.

threaten!This is definitely a threat!

"I'm sure you guys know what to say when you see a doctor or a policeman, right?"

Under the double pressure of severe pain and extreme panic, the gangster nodded quickly.

Fujimaruhara glanced at the splattered tears and nosebleeds in disgust, and let go.

The young man didn't pay attention to the group of gangsters lying behind him, and threw the dirty handkerchief into the trash can.

Look to the 'culprit'.

The young man approached the child gently.

"Then Wu-jun, let's drink tea with Dad~"

The white-haired boy's pupils dilated, and he was extremely shocked, but what surprised him even more was yet to come.

His shoulder was grabbed by the youth!

There is nothing blocking it being touched, the white-haired boy, or 'Gojo Satoru'.

The son of the gods of the Wutiao family, the strongest person who caused a sensation in the magic world at birth, the holder of the six eyes, and the person who inherited the magic formula without a lower limit.

Since his spell formally awakened, among the people he met, no one could break through the 'no lower limit' barrier and touch him.

But just now, the moment when the young man stretched out his hand, No Lower Limit disappeared, no, it melted to be precise.

What's more, the man called out his name accurately.

tsk—

From the looks of it, I really met an incredible person.

After the young people passed through the initial shock, great curiosity surged up!

interesting!so interesting!There are people who can break through the lower limit, and there is no news about the magic world. Hahaha, I really want the old guys at home to see this person. It's interesting to think about that scene.

A 12-year-old boy, at the peak of youth turmoil, the "strongest young species" who has not yet fully awakened, is protected by layers of family members, and in the siege called concern, he broke out!

He overthrew a group of guards and ran away from home.

Gojo Satoru, who had never walked alone in the streets of Tokyo, was very excited. He visited all the streets, alleys and streets, as long as he was interested.

This visible appearance of the rich boy running away from home and going to the streets alone directly attracted the group of idle gangsters.

Gojo Satoru didn't take this group of scumbags seriously, he wanted to solve it quickly and continue the unfinished game plan.

Until the sight of Fujimaru Haraichi came.

With six eyes with 360 degrees and no dead angles, the young man had already spotted the handsome young man across the street, but he didn't pay special attention to it.

The moment the young man looked at him, although it was only a brief moment, was enough for Gojo Satoru to understand that the young man must know himself.

He is the strongest in the magic world, think about it, there will be people related to the magic world who don't know him, right?

Just thinking like this, I found that the man looked away indifferently, as if he was no different from the cats and dogs on the roadside, wild vegetables and wild flowers, and pedestrians on the street.

The Wutiao young master who thinks that "I am the only one in the sky and the world" can't stand this grievance!

How could someone ignore such a handsome grandpa!Absolutely not!

What happened afterwards was as mentioned above, the youth was more interesting than he expected.

Fujimaru Haraichi didn't want to know the twists and turns in the boy's mind, and wanted to chat with Gojo Satoru just because of a sudden arousal.

After all, although he knew about the existence of the magic world, he hadn't really had contact with a real magician.

Zenyuan Shier can't be used as a reference. He can glimpse the obsoleteness of that world from the man's body, and he can also see the power contained in that world, but only indirect observation is not enough.

If you want to be invincible, you must control all information and understand all weaknesses.

Looking at it now, whether Chanyuan Shier or Chanyuan Hui, they are destined to be constantly involved in the magic world. He has to make all the plans for them, protect them behind him, and bear the brunt of understanding the magic world.

Originally, he didn't put his thoughts on the god son of the Wutiao family, but since he sent it to the door himself, of course there was no reason to let him go.

Fujimaruhara looked at the little prey with a smile, it seemed that there would be an unexpected harvest today.

What a sweet and good 'son'.

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"I've said it all! Just put half a teaspoon in it! Don't take the salt shaker." A man's somewhat exasperated voice came from the small apartment.

Zenyuan Shier, 21 years old, a professional conjurer killer, a legendary man who is respected in the industry as a heaven and a tyrant, and a part-time gigolo.

His natural personality and rich life experience destined him to have almost no particularly prominent mood swings.

This state has lasted for 21 years. Until today, this is the first time he has felt the frustration of hating iron but not steel.

A man with black curly hair and a muscular build was holding the salt shaker he had snatched from a young girl in his hand.

The scar at the corner of his mouth moved slightly with his breath, and the unusually sexy man fell into a distress he had never felt before.

His current benefactor has paid a lot of money. As a qualified and professional boy, he will naturally not refuse the benefactor's request. It's just a food supplement. Of course he has no problem, but Fujimaruhara made it The 'artificial man' is willing to help and he will not refuse free labor.

Even looking at the young girl's proficient knife skills and expectant eyes, the idea of ​​cultivating pure cooking skills and liberating myself was born.

Originally everything was fine, Chizi was proficient in knives, and he was extremely talented in grasping the temperature of the fire.

Just when Zenyuan Shier thought the plan was acceptable, an accident happened.

The final seasoning of complementary food is really a mess!

One-and-a-half-year-old baby food supplements already need to be seasoned, but the girl who was so agile just now is very hesitant when it comes to seasoning.

Then Shi Er saw the girl pick up the soy sauce and pour it directly on the prepared custard.

The freshly baked bright yellow color instantly turned into sauce brown.

After the pumpkin and chicken mash became 'salted pumpkin and chicken mash', and the mixed fruit and vegetable juice became 'N times icing sugar mixed juice gel', Zenyuan Shier understood a truth.

The 'cyborg' made by Fujimaru Haraichi is a kitchen idiot like him.

Shi Er of the Chanyuan raised his forehead, "Do it again according to the steps just now, don't add any seasoning."

Chizi still had that expressionless face, but there was a little disappointment in his red pupils.

Zenyuan Shier recalled the dishes made by Fujimaru Haraichi before, the movements were very neat and skillful like a child, and there was nothing special about the seasoning, but the taste was hard to describe.

When it comes to Chizi, it becomes a doomed addition.

Even Zenyuan Shier is not big enough to let his son eat food that looks like poison.

Heizi and Baizi hugged Chanyuan Hui and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

There is a bulingbuling light in the pair of big eyes.

The man looked at the two sisters holding on to the door frame, and no longer had any expectations.

The tasteless supplementary food came out of the pan again, and the man's skillful cooking tasted, and he also prepared his own lunch by the way.

A few minutes later, the familiar living room, the familiar dining table.

Chanyuan Shi'er and Chanyuan Hui had a rare meal together.

Heizi sat on the chair with the baby in his arms, and Baizi skillfully wrapped the drool pocket around the little Huihui.

Baizi held a spoon and fed Chanyuanhui some supplementary food unskillfully. Chanyuan Shier watched the girl's movements go from being clumsy at the beginning to skillful in just a few seconds.

Chizi took a camera and took pictures of the young child eating solid food for the first time.

Looking at Zenyuan Hui surrounded by three people, Zenyuan Shier couldn't help recalling some not-so-good memories. The treatment and the garbage dump were not so exaggerated.

Look again at the three maidens surrounding the cub.

An 'artificial human' that is almost indistinguishable from a human being in terms of learning ability, self-thinking, and emotional expression.

Fujimaru Haraichi, tsk, what a scary man.

Megumi, who was being fed by her sister, was no longer satisfied with simply accepting other people's feeding. She stretched out her small palm and tried to grab the silicone spoon specially prepared for him by Fujimaru Hara. The shape is a small tiger with a big smile.

Bai Zi didn't know whether to give the spoon to Chan Yuan Hui, he was a little tangled for a while, the girl's eyes unconsciously looked at the adults sitting there.

"Just give it to him."

The Chanyuan didn't even know what to worry about.

Bai Zi obediently passed the spoon in his hand to Chan Yuan Hui.

The toddler's hand strength was unexpectedly strong, and some heavy spoons were tightly held by the toddler, probably because the fleshy pits appeared in the chubby little hands with too much force, which made people want to poke them.

The green-eyed cub with black fried fur pokes the spoon into the custard with concentration and breathlessness.

The tight little face and careful movements make people look as if they are doing something terrible, very serious, which makes people laugh.

Seeing the soft custard being lifted tremblingly, the child smiled happily instantly, and even the deciduous teeth like rice grains could be seen.

The toddler opened his mouth and dropped the egg custard in one gulp.

Children who know how to use spoons take one spoon after another, and the custard disappears quickly. It seems that they like it very much.

Although he ate seriously, Chanyuanhui's face was still inevitably stained with egg custard.

Finally, Chanyuan Hui exhausted all his efforts to scoop up the last spoonful of custard, and was about to put it into his mouth, but stopped at the moment when it was close to his lips.

I saw the young boy desperately stretching out his hand towards the direction of Shier in the Zen garden.

"Ah! Eat~"

Zenyuan Shier looked at the spoon that was trying to reach out to him, and there was a spoonful of broken custard on it. The owner of the spoon just stared at him seriously with green cat eyes, and the emotion in his heart was indescribable.

"Tsk, it's all your saliva, it's so dirty." The man said so, but his body leaned towards the child, dropping the bits of custard with an 'ahhh'.

"Tsk, there's no smell at all." The man complained casually.

But the young boy was already fighting for the next bowl, and he didn't hear the man's complaint at all, even if he heard it, he couldn't understand it.

Chanyuan Shier and Chanyuan Hui enjoyed the food, Chizi walked into the kitchen to clean up the mess.

The glass of vegetable juice that failed to make just now showed his existence.

The girl stared at the gel-like fruit and vegetable juice bottle for a long time, and finally reached out and picked it up.

Her first taste of life was food.

The fragrance of vegetables and fruits is mixed with the creamy taste of icing sugar, and the extreme sweetness that cannot be ignored.

"So sweet."

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"So sweet!"

Looking at the child in front of him, Fujimaruhara drank a glass of super-sweet strawberry cream Hanten juice with triple icing in one gulp.

Just looking at it makes my throat hurt.

There was a pile of desserts in front of the boy. The Daifuku recommended by the store was poured with thick condensed milk, and the young man even sprinkled it with icing sugar, enjoying it happily.

Really no tooth decay?

"Then you've finished enjoying the desserts and drinking the juice, so what are you doing with me?"

The young man looked at the young man arrogantly.

Fujimaruhara took a sip of tea and said softly, "Let's talk about the magic world."

The young man smiled tenderly, but Gojo Satoru felt the deep meaning behind his smile.

Peeping at himself extremely indifferently.

Like a snake wrapped around its prey, it silently surrounds and wraps around, quietly waiting for the target'death'.