It turned out that the ex was a big boss

Brother Shi Tou had a successful mischievous smile on his face, seeing Watanabe Haru was overly shocked and fell down indifferently.

The swordsman who hadn't seen Bian Qing's move made a short cry, and stepped forward to pick him up: "It's all right!"

Of course it's all right.

Watanabe Haru was just too surprised, so he couldn't control himself, his whole body stiffened, and he fell off the tree all at once.

But falling off a tree is just a very common thing for him - when he climbed a tree when he was a teenager, his teacher was watching from below, waiting to pick him up all the time.

It's just that the young man was gone forever, because he would not have fallen so easily because of a mistake.

Watanabe Haru said 'it's okay', kicked on the tree trunk, and the whole person quickly turned over and landed on one knee.

——Safe and handsome.

The swordsman froze, then backed away silently.

Sure enough, his worries were too much. How can someone who can catch evil spirits with his bare hands and keep himself from getting hurt be weak?

The Shito brothers were happy, and they circled around Watanabe Haru who stood up—mainly the younger brother Wuichiro was spinning, and the older brother Ichiro stopped after two circles.

They looked at Watanabe Haru, who was extremely disgusted at the corners of his eyes and brows, and said in unison: "Fuck - father -!"

Every pore on Watanabe Haru's face seemed to say 'rejection', he turned around quickly: "I can't hear you."

Brother Shi Tou: "Fuck/Dad!"

Watanabe Haru turned her back: "..."

Brother Shi Tou: "Fuck/Dad, Fuck/Father/Fuck/Dad/Fuck/Dad...!"

Watanabe Haru, a tall man of 1.9 meters, stood upright, but under the attack of 'dad/dad' again and again, his back seemed to be bent.

He put on a pain mask: "What the hell are you going to do?"

The swordsman next to him couldn't help laughing.

Watanabe Haru glanced at him: "What's your name?"

The swordsman looks ordinary, with short black hair, but he has a calm and gentle feeling about him.When he heard the question, he quickly stood up straight: "Mr. Watanabe, my name is Murata!"

'Mr. Watanabe' pain mask upgraded: "No, why do you call me 'Sir'—"

Ichiro said with a serious face: "This is respect for you and a recognition of your strength."

Muichiro cutie nodded.

"I don't need other people's recognition of my strength." Watanabe Haru said in a deep voice.

Although the silver-haired young man still had a smile on his face, he looked a little lonely, and he felt a little more oppressive out of thin air.

Muichiro raised his head and said, "Aren't you willing to be our god/father?"

The silver-haired youth looked at the sincere and clear eyes of the 11-year-old boy, pursed his lips, and seemed at a loss: "I don't want to."

Then he sighed: "So what if I become one? I can't possibly follow you all the time... No, it should be said that you won't follow me all the time either."

"You've learned to be self-reliant, and I don't want you to lose that now."

He smiled, this time sincerely: "And you are just trying to force me down, how can you really want to treat me as a father?"

The word father was too heavy for him, and he was never prepared for it.

Ichiro was neither angry nor disappointed: "You found out."

Like a repeater, Muichiro said seriously: "You found out."

No need to be their god/father anymore, Watanabe Haru felt relaxed again, he touched the tops of the two teenagers' hair with a smile: "Well, I found it."

This game is lost by you.

Ichiro asked seriously: "I heard that you fell in love with a man at first sight?"

Muichiro nodded quickly, as if he couldn't stop at all, a bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Watanabe Qing looked amused, and suddenly he understood why the two children were teasing him: "What? Didn't you leave because of this?"

He felt that these two children were really easy to understand—they were afraid that their question would be too abrupt and that he would ignore them, so they played a prank first.

"That's right!" Ichiro said confidently after being exposed, "I want to know, so I came here to ask."

For them, calling them 'dad/dad' twice won't hurt them.

But Haru Watanabe felt inexplicably at a disadvantage... maybe because he was only 24?

He sighed: "Yes, I fell in love with a man at first sight, and he agreed to my pursuit today."

"However, if you agreed to your pursuit so quickly, if you are still a man, you will definitely not be kind to you!" Ichiro frowned, like a little adult.

But in Watanabe Haru's eyes, he is more like a kitten who will not easily reveal his softness, but now he is desperately stretching out his paws to pull him back, just to keep him away from the 'scum' /male'.

If Ichiro knew the word, he would definitely say it directly.

but--

"Why wouldn't a man be nice to me?"

Watanabe Haru still couldn't help asking.

Because this causal relationship seems really unreasonable.

Muichiro pointed his fingers together and said hesitantly, "Maybe he just wants to play with you..."

Ichiro glared at him: "No Ichiro!!!"

"Cough." Wu Yilang looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at him.

Ichiro took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and turned to look at Haru Watanabe.

Now is not the time to pursue the answer to the question of who led Muichiro to ruin.

Watanabe Haru held her face, lowered her eyes, the eyes that reflected their images like the sea were blocked, and the emotions inside could not be seen.

He looked indistinguishable: "Okay, I see."

After all, he is an adult, Murata and Shitou brothers left with peace of mind after hearing the assurance, and only told him that the contact information of the Ghost Slayer Squad is the black crow.

Watanabe Haru glanced at the crow, and saw it fly away again.

*

Three months later.

The silver-haired young man was sitting comfortably in a wisteria house, bathed in the sun in a daze, when he suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping.

Looking up, it was a black crow.

The young man stretched out his arm and let it fall on his elbow, with a gentle expression: "Ichiro and Muichiro asked you to bring me a letter again? Thank you so much."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to grab some snacks from the plate that was always on the corner of the table, and handed them to the crow's mouth.

The crow's feathers are black and shiny, and its smooth and somewhat rounded body all show how well it has been taken care of.

At this moment, it lowered its head, quietly ate the snack, and then said loudly: "Shitou Wuichiro, Shitou Wuichiro!"

The silver-haired young man couldn't help but smile, and didn't dislike it for being noisy, and responded repeatedly: "Yeah."

"Encounter the end of the string, encounter the end of the string—"

"What?!" The young man stood up all of a sudden, very worried, and almost threw the crow off!

After the crow stood firm, it continued to output: "Successfully beheaded! Promoted to Xiazhu! Promoted to Xiazhu!"

The silver-haired young man—that is, Haru Watanabe breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down slowly again.

He carefully sorted out the memory in his mind, thinking about it in a trance.

I first came here because I saw Wuichiro's cloud-like swordsmanship and his empty eyes. Recalling this, Wuichiro was originally Xia Zhu!

It turned out to be like this, this was his established trajectory.

Haru Watanabe held his magic tool, and retracted his divergent thinking. The mistakes day after day really couldn't make him unable to deceive himself.

——I have a date in town tonight, and he will cast the spell.

In the past three months, he has never cast a spell or touched a sword in front of Mr. Yueyan.Didn't see any ghosts either.

But whether it was the past of another world or anything else, he had to confirm it with his own eyes.