My breeder is the strongest

Master Wutiao paused and made a very disgusted expression.

Sakai Yuri: "..."

Sakai Yuri's smile froze on his face.

She rolled up her sleeves and put a cross on her head, "What does that expression mean, brat??"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru shrugged and said casually, "Is the reason for the divorce because Noctua finally can't stand you?"

Sakai Yuri: "...I mentioned it, I mentioned it, okay!!"

She clenched her fists and smiled.

"By the way, there is one thing I'm curious about—how did you survive until now?"

Gojo Satoru was puzzled, "Because I'm strong?"

Sakai Yuri: ... No, I'm saying that you have a bad personality and should have been beaten to death long ago.

Didn't you hear me! !

Sakai Yuri took a deep breath and told himself not to care about children.

"For example - if the world was going to be destroyed tomorrow, and you held the key to save the world, what would you do?"

"Do nothing." Gojo Satoru did not hesitate, "The destruction of the world is none of my business."

"It's like what you would do." Yuri Sakai smiled, "And Masato will choose to 'try to save the world'."

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and the street lights next to it were flickering in the dark night, and the warm lights attracted moths that rushed towards the light, leaving behind dark silhouettes that could not see the colors of the flowers clearly.

"I'm not angry because I've been ignored."

She sighed softly.

"It's just that I think the world needs him more than me."

Gojo Satoru didn't understand the atmosphere at all, and said bluntly, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

The woman chuckled, reached out and stroked his hair, her voice was rare and gentle, "Maybe you will understand when you have someone important."

"The sign of a person growing up is that he no longer lives only for himself."

Gojo Satoru:?

"Forget it, what am I telling you about this?"

Sakai Yuri changed the subject and changed the subject.

"You will become a magician in the future, right?"

Gojo Satoru had an expression of "You're talking nonsense", "I am now."

Sakai Yuri: "..."

This brat really deserves a beating.

"Then there is something, both Zhengdao and I feel that we should remind you." Sakai Yuri endured it, but still did not attack, "Although the description of the growth stage in the information you gave is missing, today I will roughly do it. evaluated."

"His intelligence level, communication ability and empathy ability are all very strong, and the possibility of 'spelling spirit', I mean, losing his mind can basically be ruled out."

"Of course," she said, "just because I think so, doesn't mean everyone else does too."

"This other person specifically refers to the upper level of your magic world."

Gojo Satoru closed the door of the apartment, and a white, fluffy tail appeared at the end of the hallway.

He walked on, ducking his head around the corner.

In front of the stumped tail, Wu Tiaojiu kicked off his bib shorts, took off one sleeve of his sweater, and covered his head with a T-shirt he found somewhere.

Lying on the floor, snoring soundly asleep.

... If you didn't pay attention at first glance, you would think it was a lying corpse.

Young master Wutiao squatted down, stepped over the T-shirt that covered his face, and grabbed his ear and shook it from side to side.

"Wake up," he said, "go to bed."

Gojojiu turned over one by one, swept his tail, and wrapped around Gojo Satoru's wrist.

Young Master Wutiao: ... Tsk.

At a young age, he is first-class in porcelain.

I don't know who to learn from.

Resignedly, he picked up the child and walked to the bedroom.

Before I reached the door, I suddenly felt that something was not right.

He stopped - sniffed the air carefully.

Yes, absolutely.

Although very light, but, this taste.

Master Wutiao's eyes focused on the cub.

It smells like alcohol.

Gojo Satoru immediately recalled the pile of candies he bought at the counter in the supermarket - if he remembered correctly.

It seems that there is a basket of liqueur chocolates.

It's over.

If it was his information that Gojojiu inherited, then, the amount of alcohol...

Gojo groaned for a long time, half-opened his eyes bewilderedly, flicked his tail, and dropped out a pile of various candies.

The child opened his arms and stumbled while speaking.

"All, all give enlightenment!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

After finishing the calf, it seems that he is drunk.

Gojo Satoru swears that although he doesn't like alcohol, he's not so fragile that he can even get drunk with liqueur chocolate.

Even cats—isn't that a bit exaggerated? ?

The damage is not high, but the insult is very strong.

wait, cat?

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao suddenly caught the key information, put the cub on the ground, rushed into the bedroom, and found the "Guide to Raising Cats" from the table.

He didn't buy this book himself, but Xia Youjie gave it to him because he couldn't understand the way he was raised, so Gojo Satoru didn't read it at all, and just flipped through two pages when he got it.

However, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be something related to chocolate in these two pages.

really.

Wujo Gou turned to the place at that time in twos and twos, and it was clearly written on it——

[Because chocolate contains theobromine and caffeine, when a cat eats chocolate by mistake, symptoms such as vomiting, excitement, rapid heartbeat, convulsions, frequent urination, and diarrhea may occur. 】

Gojo Satoru:! ? !

Wujojiu didn't show signs of sudden death, but...

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and the child walked unsteadily to the door, holding up his half-dressed clothes.

"Enlightenment!" Gojojiu said excitedly, "Come, play!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

It looked as if the excitement exploded.

A cat going drunk may have no consequences.

However, a cat that can teleport without a lower limit is drunk... Maybe, the house may be gone.

Master Wutiao, a big crisis.

Wujo saw that Gojo Wu ignored him for a long time, and he didn't force him. First, he swooped and buried himself in the pile of candies shaking out from his tail, then grabbed the candy and flew up, and began to scatter flowers in the room.

Scattered, saw the chandelier on the ceiling again, tensed his body, and a flash had already reached the lamp, swinging back and forth holding the branch-shaped artistic chandelier.

The chandelier was overwhelmed and made a "creaking" sound.

Gojo Satoru chased him out, looked up at the cub in mid-air and choked speechlessly.

"Wujojiu!" he shouted, "Get down!"

Gojojiu blinked. Obviously, Gojo Satoru had missed the best time to "play together". The child raised his ears, his tail straightened, and turned his head to look at the log hanger at the door.

Tall and long, it's for sharpening claws!

He lowered his head in confusion and looked at his short fingers and well-manicured round nails.

But... he seems to have no claws?

If not, make one.

In Gojoku's hand, a sharp mantra ignited.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Help, the house is being demolished!

Before Wujojiu's "claw" swung down, his bangs were suddenly blown by the wind. He raised his head, and in front of him was Wujo Satoru's approaching face.

Young Master Wutiao formed a seal with one hand, and scooped it up with the other. Before he could react, his body turned around and Wutiao Wu resisted him on his shoulders.

The bangs were flipped down, exposing the forehead and clear eyes, Wujojiu paused, and then clapped his hands even more excitedly.

"Fly, fly!!"

Gojo Satoru: "...fly to your uncle."

Master Wutiao landed with the child on his back, sat cross-legged on the ground, grabbed the child's arm, put his own T-shirt on him, and then grabbed his back collar.

Wujo didn't know why for a long time, so he continued to have fun, but found that he couldn't move a step.

He tilted his head—the figure disappeared suddenly, and then lay on Gojo Satoru's back.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Young master Wutiao kept pulling his collar, speechless.

Reverse this little bastard!

Wujo Satoru pulled Wujojiu from behind and pressed him to the ground.

"Now." He said loudly, "Count to one hundred for me, and don't move until the count is over!"

Young Master Wutiao was just talking casually, and he didn't expect him to really listen. Unexpectedly, Wutiaojiu actually sat down honestly and started counting.

"one two Three……"

Gojo Satoru glanced at him unexpectedly, and looked around him three times, but the child still didn't move.

Still counting.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen..."

Could it be that his brain stopped spinning because he was too excited? ?

Gojo Satoru snorted and continued to try other commands.

"What's your name?"

"Five for a long time."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Eggs, bibimbap."

Gojo Satoru spoke quickly, asking questions without stopping.

"Who took the hair tie that Xia Youjie lost earlier?"

The cat cub said decisively: "Me!"

Gojo Satoru: He actually knows how to tell the truth!

Others utter the truth after drinking, but Wujojiu utters the truth in chocolate, not only uttering the truth, but what to do, the effect is comparable to spells.

Wonderful, really wonderful.

Although, this is an opportunity.

Wujo Wu had an idea and asked directly.

"When you saw the night moth today, what were you nervous about?"

This time, Wujojiu didn't answer immediately, but tilted his head, looked at him for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

"Wu, will you be unhappy..."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

He suddenly realized that the world in Wujojiu's eyes was different from his.

The world of Gojo Satoru may be very big, but the world of Gojo Hisashi is very small.

When meeting for the first time, Kitty curiously licked the fingers stretched out in front of him.

In the middle of the night in the side hall, the little Persian cat was squatting beside the bed, his eyes scanning the outline of the person in front of him.

The sharpened bamboo tube slapped against the rocks of the stream, and the kitten hid in the aisle connected to the courtyard, poking its head through the gap in the sliding door.

He stared at the Gojo young master who was worrying about the night moth.

During the week when the night moth came, the kitty felt his irritability.

Later, during the reconciliation, Mao Zizi was locked in his "tent", so he didn't know about it.

Therefore, in his world, noctuids are "enemies".

But not his "enemies".

Rather—an "enemy" that would make Wujo Satoru unhappy.

Young Master Wutiao felt a heavy weight in front of him, a soft, warm touch against his exposed skin.

Looking down, a fluffy white head with two pointed cat ears was looking up at him.

The child crawled into his arms on all fours and stretched out his hand.

In the palm lay a shiny gold flat candy.

"Wu, it's for you!"

Wujojiu stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his neck, and muttered close to his ear.

"Don't be afraid, sweet..."

[Then what Xiaojiu likes to eat, tell me too, okay? -Sweet. 】

【Then... Can I buy another box of Jinpingtang? 】

Gojo doesn't like sweets for a long time.

It is Gojo Satoru who likes to eat sweets.

So, sweet treats and treats hidden in the tail…

Gojo Satoru suddenly choked.

Something seemed to be churning in his chest, he didn't know what it was, but it seemed to fill his body, stuffing it into every corner, with that soft, warm, milky breath.

Like the pink cotton candy sold at the amusement park.

He lowered his head and rested his forehead on the child's immature shoulder.

Arms gently wrapped around his back, as if to confirm the reality of the temperature in front of him.

"why."

he muttered.

Wujojiu:?

Gojo Satoru continued to ask, "Why...don't want me to be unhappy."

Gojojiu is obedient and clever, and answered super quickly, "Because, I like to realize it the most!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Master Wutiao turned his head to cover up, trying to cover up his unnaturalness.

"Ahem." He coughed twice, "For you have vision..."

It's just - before he finished speaking, he heard Wujojiu continue to speak while wrestling his fingers.

"Also, I like Jay the most! I like egg bibimbap and salted Daifuku the most..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

You can shut up!

Thousands of lights are lit under the night sky.

Xia Youjie sat in front of the desk, resting his chin with one hand, and turning the pen with the other.

On the table is a piece of letter paper.

At the beginning, it says "Dad, Mom".

Yuri Sakai returned home, changed his clothes, and finished washing.

When he came out of the bathroom, he glanced at the doll in the hallway from the corner of his eye.

It is a patched, ugly and cute black bear.

When there are no spell spirits around, I close my eyes and doze off.

There may be no road ahead, or there may be difficulties.

I don't know if it's because the negative emotions are eaten by the children.

Gojo Satoru's mood suddenly became cheerful.

He raised the corners of his mouth, and raised his hands—to hold Gojojiu's cheeks.

In those bright eyes, he clearly saw his own reflection.

It is like a symphonic waltz between the blue sky and the sea.

Gojo Wu suddenly said, "It's been a long time."

Wujo Jiu tilted his head, "Huh?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's okay."

He let go and raised his chin.

"Don't worry, I will be the strongest."

In order to make the cat cubs remove their ears and tails, Master Wutiao went outside and dragged back a bunch of half-dead curse spirits for Xia Youjie.

Back in the room, I found Xia Youjie on the bed with curse spirits piled up to the ceiling: "..."

Young Master Wutiao was still very dissatisfied, "Do you know how hard it is to beat him to death, but not to death?"

On Monday, Xia Youjie had breakfast and opened the door with his schoolbag on his back.

Beside the railing, Gojo Wu crossed his arms and held Wujo with a stinky face for a long time, accusing him confidently.

"too slow--!"

Xia Youjie sighed habitually, took Wutiaojiu's other hand, "Where are you going, send Jiu to kindergarten first?"

"Ang." Gojo Satoru raised his arms and put them behind his head, "It's right next to the school."

On the first day of Master Wutiao's school, he captivated countless men and women of all sizes.

On the second day of Master Wutiao's school day, men and women who had been fascinated before jumped off the wall one after another.

And he himself was unconscious.

Xia Youjie choked back his internal injuries from laughing.

After school, the two went to pick up Wujojiu.

The leaves of the sycamore trees are layered on top of each other, and the sunlight passes through the gaps, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The child was wearing a uniform yellow jacket, clutching the straps on his back, turned his head, and stared intently at the light spots exposed on the tree.

In the distance, Gojo Satoru made a trumpet shape with one hand near his mouth, and waved the other hand at him.

"Long--"

"Go home!"

The child turned his head quickly, and the little yellow hat on his head flickered, with a pair of pointed cat ears protruding from it.

Wujojiu: "Yes!"

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