At the beginning, the strongest 5T5 was stabbed

Let's accompany the children!

Clean and elegant.

Fu Heisher and Wutiao Wu met, the two had nothing to say, and stepped into the gate of Qingyaju at the same time.

The gate was not closed, as if there was no fear of thieves.

It was clearly winter, but inside the door it was like spring, the warm wind was blowing slowly, blowing a piece of green grass.

The flowers are in full bloom, and the decorated courtyard is neither boring nor tacky, which fits the name of "Qingyaju".

"call"

Two rows of lights lit up, not modern electric lights, but rather ancient torches.

The red, green and green lampshades are on it, and the colorful lights are really beautiful.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Gojo Satoru muttered, obviously looking down on all this.

Fu Heisher felt the appropriate temperature and sighed: "It's quite suitable for vacation."

It's not bad to come here to sit and feel the spring-like climate all the year round in your spare time.

"Squeak", the heavy wooden door opened, making an old and stale sound.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, and it was another kind of power different from mantra power.

If mantra power is a collection of various negative emotions, then the power that appears now has a faint aura and is completely free of filth.

Shouldn't he be a bad guy?At least, from the point of view of the power system, it is difficult for Gojo Satoru to think that the opponent is a bad person.

Standing in the hall, Gojo Satoru opened his posture and shouted, "Hey, since we're invited, why don't you come out and entertain the guests yourself?"

"Mr. Wutiao and Mr. Fuhei are here, it really makes our place flourish." A clear voice came from upstairs.

In the first phase, he walked down the attic with a vibrancy, and his movements on the steps were not hurried or slow, which showed everyone's demeanor.

"Since you know me, don't pretend to be a ghost. Are you a weapon? A sword?" Gojo Satoru looked at him, identifying his form.

"That's right." Yiqi Yizheng did not deny it.

Fu Heisher thought, "Sure enough," and asked, "Why did you call me here?"

"It's just out of polite hospitality." Yiqi Yizhen walked downstairs, walked up to Fu Heisher and said with a smile: "Because Mr. Fu Hei and I chatted very well, so it's presumptuous to invite me. "

Is it really just that?

Fu Heisher always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"I heard you have many younger brothers."

"It's late at night, and the children are already asleep."

Fu Heisher snorted, and said: "Swords also need to sleep?"

This family is clearly all swords!

"As the Sword Fusangshen, we have been in human form for a hundred years, and it is normal to learn how humans work and rest." Yizheng replied calmly.

Wujo Wu was surprised, Fu Sangshen...it turned out to be a god, no wonder there is such a pure spiritual power.

Gojo Satoru didn't have much admiration for the gods, let alone Fuheshier. Instead of respecting them, he asked bluntly, "What's your purpose in mixing with humans?"

"Purpose? What is this talking about?" Yiqi raised his eyes, and the golden eyes fell on Fu Heisher indifferently, and retorted softly: "We are just living among human beings. The matter of Fu Sangshen hurting people, you magic world will not be completely ignorant, right?"

"I'm not from the magic world." Fuheshier snorted.

Wujo Satoru thought about it, and indeed he had never heard of such a thing.

"I don't know Fu Sangshen very much, so I wonder if I can do two tricks?" Gojo Satoru said, rushing forward very impolitely.

He didn't use any magic power, he just stretched out his hand as a knife and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck.

In the first phase, Yizhen stood quietly, only when Gojo Satoru was about to hit him, the sword flashed, and a beautiful Taidao slashed at Gojo Satoru's arm, the movement was smooth and not muddy at all.

Gojo Satoru dodged the blow with a retreat, but he didn't chase after Yiqi Yizheng. He just watched his blade quietly, as if admiring a beautiful work of art.

The fact is exactly the same. Yizheng Yizheng is a royal treasure, not only a magical weapon, but also more ornamental.

"It's amazing!" Gojo Satoru was not afraid, but was aroused by his speed, and was about to charge up but was stopped by Fu Heisher.

"Gojo Satoru, come back!"

Gojo Satoru hesitated for a moment, then jumped back to Fu Heisher.

"Everyone is resting today. If Mr. Fu Hei is interested, how about coming over early tomorrow?" Yizheng in the first episode was still calm and polite.

Fu Heisher said coldly, "I won't come here again."

"Does Mr. Fuhei have any opinion on us?"

"You are Fu Sangshen, and I'm just an ordinary person. Of course, it's better not to touch him." Fu Heisher put his arm around Gojo Wu's shoulder, turned and walked outside.

This answer really surprised Yiqi Yixing.

Gojo Satoru also looked at Fu Heisher in astonishment, ordinary people?Listen to this, is he able to say such words?

When the two left Qingyaju, behind them, a ray of light gradually enveloped the entire Honmaru, and they disappeared in this world not long after.

"One issue and one shock have been waiting for me." Fu Heisher watched this scene with dark eyes.

Gojo Satoru nodded, and he could see it naturally.

"Is there anything in me that can make a group of fusangshen plot?" Fu Heisher was very puzzled by this.

He has no magic power, even if he is bound by the sky, he shouldn't be plotted by the gods, right?

Fu Heisher turned his head and glanced at Gojo Satoru. It would be normal to say that the other party was plotting against Gojo Satoru. The "Six Eyes" of the Gojo family is definitely comparable to the existence of gods, but the opponent's focus is obviously on him .

It's so weird.

"Could it be plotting for Xiaohui?" Fu Heisher was a little worried, which is why he didn't ask Yiqi Yizhen how to raise children.

"It shouldn't be, they don't look like bad guys." Gojo Satoru was always straightforward.

He trusts his eyes and his intuition.

He doesn't think a person is a bad person, so he won't feel bad for him, let alone guard against anything.

Gojo Satoru is too strong, and the idea of ​​"defense against others is indispensable" has not yet taken root in his heart.

"Being not like a bad guy is not necessarily a bad guy."

"What else could it be?" Gojo Satoru raised his head, his clear eyes made it impossible to refute.

Fu Heisher raised his hand and patted his head, and asked, "Then do you think I look like a bad guy?"

Gojo Satoru replied even more simply: "Aren't you a bad person in the first place?"

Listen, what this says...

Wutiaowu's one sentence blocked Fu Heisher speechless, what else could he say?Is it possible to refute that he is a good person?

Fu Heisher simply grabbed his arm and sprinted away, at least not to embarrass himself outside the courtyard.

Elegant in the middle.

In the first phase, he turned around and went upstairs, only to see Sanri Yuezong, who was wearing a light-colored hunting suit, open the door and come out.

"Sanri Yuedian, haven't you rested yet?"

"Have you met him?" Sanri Yuezong asked.

Nod in the first phase.

"What do you think of him?"

"The soul has merged, but it hasn't changed much." Yiqi Yizhen sighed, and said, "The soul of Zenyuan Shier has given up on itself."

Sanri Yuezong's complexion remained unchanged, and he continued to ask: "The first-phase hall doesn't seem to have any ill feeling toward him?"

In the first phase, he was stunned, and immediately realized what Sanri Yue Zongjin meant, and said immediately: "Our senses are actually not important."

The important thing is that Fuheshier is destined to be buried in the long river of history.

Sanriyue Zongjin's eyes were repeatedly cast with shadows, and he said the words that Zhipi people of the Zen Academy once said to him: "For those who live in the present, this is not history."

This is where they are now.

In the first phase, he looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin in astonishment, only to see that gentle old knife eyes gradually cleared up, and he put on a gentle and unpredictable smile again.

"If we don't even insist on it, who else will protect this history?" Sanri Yuezong nodded his head, turned around and went back to the room.

Are you reminding him?

One phase and one shock immediately reacted, and Sanri Yue Zongjin might also be shaken, but his will forcibly suppressed his compassion for the people of the world. They came to protect history, not for the life or death of a certain person.

"I understand, Sanriyuedian." Yiqi whispered, and walked slowly to the room where Awataguchi was.

Five homes.

It was very late at night, but Fu Heihui didn't fall asleep.

Fu Heisher left, Wujo Satoru was not at home today, he quietly looked at the moon in the sky, and yawned with his mouth open.

Wujo Wu said that even Er cared about him, but since he cared about him, why did he leave?

Since you care about him, why don't you stay with him?Why not keep yourself by his side?

Fu Heihui didn't understand, even if Fu Heisher had a thousand reasons, he didn't want to hear any more.

He has been wandering alone for a long time, and he may wander alone for a long time.

he really...

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Fuheshier scraped off the wall outside the window like a bat.

Fu Heihui let out a soft cry, and was so frightened by the sudden appearance of Shi'er that he fell to the ground.

Fu Heisher immediately opened the window and got in, helped Fu Heihui up from the ground, and asked, "Does it hurt from the fall?"

"No." Fu Heihui shook his head, a little unfamiliar with his father's sudden love.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

"A little insomnia."

Fu Heisher nodded, and not long after he pushed the door out, he brought a glass of milk and stuffed the glass into Fu Heihui's hand.

The milk is warm, and it feels warm in your hand.

Fu Heihui clenched the cup tightly, and looked at Fu Heisher again in a daze.

"Drinking some milk can help you sleep." After Fuheshier finished speaking, he glanced at the big bed in the room, turned his back and asked casually, "I'll rest here for a night today, don't you mind?"

Fu Heihui shook his hand, tilted the cup, and almost spilled the milk on the ground.

He quickly clenched the cup again, lowered his head and whispered, "I don't mind."

Only then did Fu Heisher heaved a sigh of relief, he still didn't know how to communicate with his "son", but at least try to get in touch first.

Fu Heihui sipped milk, secretly looking at Fu Heisher while drinking.

The muscular man took off his shirt, revealing his solid muscles, but at the moment he was laying bedding on the floor like a "housewife".

Really inappropriate.

The corners of Fu Heihui's lips curled up, and Fu Heisher really wasn't suitable for this kind of thing.

The author says:

Fu Heihui (on the surface): I don't care about him!

Fu Heihui (heart): Dad loves me again QAQ