It turned out that the ex was a big boss

Looking again, there was no scar on the corner of the boy's mouth.

——There is no scar left by being thrown into the heap of cursed spirits.

After taking a few steps forward, his hesitant hands were swallowed by the crowd, and the young man also disappeared. Panic as if he had lost something surged in his heart.

The face that was almost carved out of a mold made Watanabe Haru stunned in place.

He was actually thrown into the pile of low-level spell spirits before, but fortunately he was ignored by the spell spirits because of the spell.

But his elder brother, who was eight years older than him, was not so lucky. He left a small scar at the corner of his mouth, which damaged his appearance.

This also made his elder brother Zenyuan Shier look a little more fierce, and it also made Shier realize that most of the people in the family are scum.

"You can't even beat those people, let alone my younger brother."

"Dignity must be maintained by oneself."

"You can't rely on me forever."

……

The boy with short black hair had a calm expression, his tone could even be said to be indifferent, and there seemed to be only ridicule and disdain in his eyes forever.

It is he who ignores it, and it is he who does not help.

He was the one who trained him, and he was the one who gave him the medicine.

So Watanabe Haru has very complicated feelings towards his brother.

Sad for his indifference, jealous for his indifference, fear for his training, and grateful for his wound medicine.

The Zenyuan Shier in my memory is a young man with strong physical fitness and unceremonious speech.

He obviously has no magic power, but he can detect the curse spirit and use the magic tool to exorcise him!

It is also because of this that Watanabe Haru admires him very much. He knows that Zenyuan Shier originally wanted to leave the family when he was 13 years old, but because of his situation, he stayed for a while.

So if he can see his brother, he will be happy too.

but--

His brother left no contact information for him when he left the family.

All he can hear is the reputation of 'Heaven and Tyrant'.

From the time he left home at the age of 13 to the time he learned of his brother's death at the age of 16, they had never contacted or met each other.

At that time, a piece of his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

"...No, no, he's not my brother."

The young man's face was highly similar to that of Zenyuan Shier back then, but his elder brother died at the age of 24, and Watanabe Haru was soberly aware of this.

As soon as his hand was in his pocket, he wanted to take out his mobile phone to call Gou Lang, but his body reacted instinctively.

— Draw the knife!

The knife made a slight 'click' sound, and the sharp blade flashed a dazzling light in front of the eyes, bringing out the sound of hunting wind.

It's empty.

Cut empty? !

This is unprecedented since he completed his studies!

Watanabe Haru knew where the danger came from and where the enemy was without even looking up!He looked up and saw a white thing rushing into his body.

This was the last scene he saw.

He heard screams in his ears.

"Ahhhh!"

"He, he has a knife!"

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

*

"Hahahaha you bastard!"

The young man led a group of children to mock him in front of him, not only insulting/humiliating in words, but also bullying in behavior.

familiar scene.

He was obviously in such a situation, obviously he was the five-year-old child who was being bullied, obviously his ears were ringing, and his body was obviously in dull pain.

But Zenyuan Qing'er was not angry at all.

Peace of mind.

If you have to say it, there is also a kind of firm expectation.

Painful cold sweat flowed into his neckline, and his skin was scratched red by rough stones, and he didn't bother to struggle.

Because his brother will come.

Thinking of this, he glared fiercely at the people in front of him.

Except for the completely different hair color and eye color, he is actually very similar to his brother.So when he's not smiling, he's not easy to mess with, like a lion cub showing its immature fangs and sharp claws.

But Zenyuan Shier is not a lion cub.

He can compete with the Lions -- even though he is only 13 years old.

The boy stopped them, and knocked them all down with just a few punches!

Then he took his younger brother Qing'er, who was covered in mud, with a concerned face, and led him away naturally, leaving only the screaming 'wounded'.

"Brother..." Qing'er of the Chanyuan looked back at the people on the ground worriedly, "So many people...will be punished by the family?"

I always feel like something is wrong... Is my brother such a person?Is this his attitude towards blood relatives?

The young man with short black hair sneered: "They can't even beat me alone, and they still want to seek the protection of the family?"

He looked down at his short brother, and explained to him with a helpless sigh: "Everyone in the Zenyuan family pays attention to strength. Even if I don't have magic skills, they can't even beat me alone. There is no need for shelter."

"Strength comes first, this is the Buddhist monastery."

He laughed again, this time contemptuously: "It's just a few brats with no injuries, so how can those 'adults' find fault?"

"The Chanyuan family has a great career, and they can't afford to support the two of us, and they won't cut our food and clothing expenses severely."

Qinger's eyes lit up in the Chanyuan: "So that's the case! Brother is really amazing!"

Obviously it should be like this, why did he have doubts about his elder brother who protected him in front of him?

——If strength comes first, brother, why do you want to protect the weak (me)?

Facing his younger brother's adoring eyes, Zenyuan Shier coughed lightly and turned his face away.

He let go of his brother's hand, and before Qing'er could lose his grip, he raised his hand and ruffled the boy's pure white hair.

Zenyuan Qing'er lowered her head and moved obediently, suppressing the doubts in her eyes.

The days that followed were like a dream.

The older brother Zenyuan Shier worked hard to train him, and then he used his own strength to beat back all the young clansmen who wanted to find a place again-God knows that they are more or less blood related, why the relationship is so bad.

"It's wrong to bully others." Qing'er from the Chanyuan raised a finger, and there was only seriousness on her immature face.

This is wrong and should be corrected. People in the family should help each other, because it is a family.

The faces of the teenagers who were beaten to the ground were not good. They lay on the ground covering the painful place, moaning, but did not respond to him.

Looks like it failed today too.

Zenyuan Qing'er didn't understand where his obsession came from. He blinked, retracted his raised index finger, and put it on his lips: "Shhh—"

This time, the group of teenagers nodded crazily.

Then he scrambled and left here.

He is a winner.

"Boy, don't think about it, it's dinner time." Suddenly there was a warm hand on his head, which messed up his hair and disturbed his thoughts.

"Okay~" He pulled down the hand and held it tightly.

Was their meal as rich as it used to be?Are there so many types?

Looking at the lunch in front of him, he became more and more troubled.

"What's wrong?" Zenyuan Shi Er asked suddenly.

"...It's nothing." Qing'er of the Chanyuan immediately denied it. Looking at his elder brother, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss from which he could not escape. He quickly turned his head back stiffly, clasped his hands together, "I'm starting."

"Hmm—" His brother's meaningful voice came from next to his ear, "I'm starting."

The young children didn't dare to raise their heads again, and hurriedly ate their own lunch.

The attitude of gobbling, as if there is some beast chasing him behind him.It was also because of this undisguised 'hunger' that the maids felt contemptuous.

Chanyuan Qing'er has long been able to read other people's faces.

He knew all this, but his gut told him to leave it alone.

--too weird.

Is this what it was like here?

Originally, he was still doubting the reality of his life in the monastery these days, why did he just tell him what was wrong today?The reaction of the maid here is also very real, is it a cover?

Is it true, or is it false?

Chanyuan Qing'er couldn't figure it out, because he was only five years old.

...Five, five, five?

He had a hunch that something was wrong, but when he recalled carefully, he only had memories of the past few years in his mind.

This is wrong, this family is too deformed!

He roared and beat his head, and there was chaos inside, as if someone was stirring it with a stick.

Suddenly, he heard the voices of the maids.

"Oh, another crazy one."

Their voices are not worried, their eyes are not hesitant, on the contrary, their faces are full of pleasure, they are superior, they gloat.

Then they pretended to be terrified and shouted loudly: "Master Shi Er, go and have a look! Master Qing Er has gone crazy!"

*

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-"

After a long wait, the phone was still not picked up, but a busy tone sounded after being hung up: "The user is busy..."

Putting the phone away from his ear, the black-haired boy was worried and somewhat irritable.

Today is the second day, and the public cremation/burial/ground here is under great pressure. On average, more than 300 people die a day, and there are not many cremation/burial/grounds in the entire area.

They were able to hold the funeral on the third day or because they took the way of the king, directly arranged the place and date.

Watanabe Haru promised to come today, and most of the people invited to the funeral were in Tokyo, so he decided to hold the funeral on the third day, but now the funeral cannot be changed, and——

Yatogami Kuro can't contact Haru Watanabe!

Is there something urgent?He hung up the phone without answering it, looking very anxious.

He is no longer the clan of the Colorless King, and he doesn't have the face to ask the King of Gold's Feishiyuan or the King of Blue's Specter4 to help find someone!

Yatogami Goulang frowned, his face darkened: "Qing..."

Did you meet a tough opponent?

No, it shouldn't.

The senior brother is very strong, and he likes a peaceful life. The magic formula is running all year round, so it shouldn't be involved——

Not right either.

Senior brother's curiosity is really too strong, and it is very possible——

Ye Dao Shen Gou Lang was afraid of making phone calls to scare the snake, and he knew that his senior brother didn't like his meddling in things. As a result, he was frightened all afternoon and all night, and he couldn't find his senior brother after searching around.

In such an anxious mood, the morning of the third day arrived.