Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

Three days later, late at night, in the courtyard of the Zen Temple.

"Is it really fake? That eldest young master admitted that he had a good relationship with Xia Youjie? Then this is big news, hehehe, I don't know what the old thing above will do with it, and sentence him to death?", The man with medium and long blond hair played with the short knife in his arms, and the corners of his thin mouth outlined a smile, and the girl in his arms was about to sneer, but was interrupted by a powerful and crisp slap from him.

Then, in the entire space, only the voice of another middle-aged man remained.

"I don't know, but the death penalty is impossible, the Shuiyue family is too important to this country, and even many of the shining politicians in the cabinet are behind it because of their support, if they kill the only heir of their family, then the spell world may have to pay a heavy price, and the worst possibility is that all the old guys in the director's department will be buried with him.

"Zun Du fake dudu?", the man stuck out his tongue in disgust, turned around and rubbed it hard in the arms of the woman who had just been slapped by himself, and deliberately smiled like a girl: "Those guys in the director's department are not easy to mess with, oh, change them all?

Let you not know every day that you play with women and ignore the consequences of not listening to things outside the window, that is, in a turbulent situation like now, you will only pay attention to women's breasts, straight, you should almost understand something. The

middle-aged man's disdain did not make Naoya angry, but put on a more smiling appearance, and said with a shameless smile: "Yes? I think people still have to be happy in time to live, women are similar to famous cars and watches, right? It's for men to play, and if we upper-class people don't play, isn't it a waste of resources?"

"Teacher, I haven't slept yet, it's so late. "

Gojo's house, in Gojo Satoru's private mansion, Mizuzuki Soichiro sat upright on a handmade Roman chair with an expensive luster, looking at Gojo Satoru, who rarely changed into a bathrobe, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

"There's something I want to ask you...", Gojo Satoru seems to have just stepped out of the bath not long ago, with dripping water still hanging faintly in front of his snow-white hair and long eyebrows, and his body under the bathrobe is lean and sturdy, and the muscles of his chest and abdomen are not as large as those of bodybuilders, but they are as sharp as knives.

"Is it Mr. Xia You's business

?" "Those people, didn't do anything to you?"

Those

people in Gojo Satoru's mouth refer to the high-level of spells, if they are ordinary spell masters, and dare to have a deep friendship with a curse master like Xia Youjie, who has brought disaster to the country and the people, then the death penalty for him is almost a matter that does not need to be discussed with anyone.

But Shuiyue Kongichiro is different, vainly saying that he and Xia Youjie just seem to have a good relationship, even if he incarnates Xia Youjie to cause trouble in the world, I am afraid that the high-level of spells will have to weigh the action, after all, among the high-level, it seems that there are quite a lot of descendants who have not entered the world of spells, and turned to business and politics

But the first sentence of Gojo Satoru's mouth was still concerned about him, because there was nothing wrong with this matter, and Gojo Satoru believed from beginning to end that he would not treat human life like other cursed masters.

"I, what can I do?, or do they dare to do anything to me?", Ichiro Shui Yuekong cocked Erlang's legs, smiled calmly, picked up a small cup of tea on the table and took a sip, and then his face changed slightly, and he spit it out, smacking his tongue and said: "Bah, teacher, I can't see that you like to drink some of this at home, and I'm so miserable." "

No, I usually like to eat some ice cream, today I see you come to fix you, how about it, mixed with some bitter gourd juice, it tastes good?"

Gojo Satoru said as the two laughed, as if the atmosphere had always been relaxed and happy, and they were just old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

But when the laughter fell, the atmosphere still fell into an eerie dead silence, and the two pairs of eyes just looked at each other, and neither knew what to say.

"Teacher... You, do you want to ask me something?", under the silence of each other, in the end, it was still Mizuzuki Kuichiro, looking at Gojo Satoru, who was just quietly watching him, but not saying a word, he always felt like a man's back.

"Ask, what does that guy need me to ask?, is he not constipated?", Gojo Satoru reluctantly joked, but at the end of each word, he was caught in sadness, which was overflowing, and there was no hidden pain.

"But he asked me, teacher, how are you doing. "

What..."

The words of Mizuzuki Soichiro, like a large-caliber sniper rifle armor-piercing bullet, entered through Gojo Satoru's chest, and finally crossed the infinite, but penetrated his clear, blue-blue soul.

It's called the Blade of the Past.

"You... Can you say it again?", Satoru Gojo stumbled a little between his words, but no one cared about this, and Soichiro Mizuzuki's response was as serene as ever.

"He asked me, "Teacher, how are you doing?" "

I... How am I doing, and what does it have to do with him?", Satoru Gojo covered the small half of his cheek with a tea cup, and Mizuki Kuichiro wanted to look at the pair of blue blue eyes that seemed to be sparkling with the tea, but in the end he only saw a pair of slender and slender eyelashes fluttering and blinking.

"He's just a curser, and between us, that's all..."

No, it must be as pure and beautiful as the blue in the summer ocean, Mizuzuki Kuichiro thought so determinedly.

But he couldn't ask anything anymore because of his curiosity, it was cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which would definitely bring down the dripping blood, making the teacher feel painful, and life was worse than death.

"Teacher, it's late at night, it's time for me to go. "

Is it...", when Gojo Satoru lightly opened his thin lips again, even his voice looked dry and hoarse, obviously the master and apprentice should have nothing to talk about, but now Mizuki Soichiro, but deliberately behaved, unfamiliar and incomprehensible.

"yes, good night, we have class tomorrow. "

A cup of tea, people have cooled away, in the huge room, Mizuzuki Kuichiro seems to have never been there, only the elegant jasmine fragrance remains, and the leisurely silence is ethereal in every corner.

"Tomorrow... Isn't it Sunday?", the shadow of Gojo Satoru is reflected in the tea, but from it, the six eyes have traveled through time, and another face that has been thinking about it day and night is vividly depicted.

......

The autumn and winter seasons in Tokyo are very cold, especially nowadays, when the time on the mobile phone is marked with the number 3:05, even if Mizuzuki Koichiro is a good sorcerer, he can't help but wrap his clothes tightly.

He's not cold, he just wants to do it.

Doodoo -

the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated sound, clicked on the screen, and the person who sent the message was a man named Ozawa Miyajiro, who was still in Tokyo's largest nightclub not long ago, playing with peerless beauties for free in the name of "selecting the strongest idol", until the airborne landing of Kuichiro Mizuzuki, two loud slaps, and his servility was beaten out again, and he was respectful.

"Young Master Shuiyue, Xiao Gaotian's schedule for this month is full, can you see if

it's-" "

It's full?" It's okay, just change it all to next month." Kuichiro Mizuki didn't even look at his phone when he was typing, because he was buying oden at a roadside stall, and there were a few radishes that were quite large.

"Ahh But...", even across the screen, the crying and helplessness in the man's tone are about to come out, after all, this is the only female idol in her company who can be regarded as a national-level!

If she is in the rising period of her career, she unreasonably withdraws all the opportunities she has worked so hard to find, and because of this, she offends the people of TV Tokyo and other local telecommunications organizations... What is the difference between this and directly banning her!

"My brother, he likes Takata, but he may have something to deal with next month, so I will give you two choices now, first, three days later, you will send Takada's fragrance to Kyoto, and second...", Mizuzuki Kuichiro was about to speak, and the chopsticks in his hand suddenly slipped away, and a huge radish like a beautiful jade fell to the ground...

"The second is... What?", it seems that the man opposite still has the illusion that Mizuzuki Kuichiro is in a good mood now and can open up to himself, but fortunately, it will not be long before this illusion will be brutally shattered, and there will be no drop left.

"Second, you have plastic surgery and transsexuality, look like Kotakada, and roll to Kyoto in dead water. "

Na... Nani!?"

What's wrong? Aren't you just one meter eight tall? I'm a little older, but they all say that men are forty-one flowers, hahahahaha, or say... Do you want to disobey me? refuse all the choices I give you?" Kuichiro

Mizuki picked up the radish on the ground, put it into the bowl without disgust, and smiled at the boss with a slight apology, and immediately took out a huge bill from his pocket, and in the latter's almost shocked gaze, he refused to look for money, and directly squatted under the roadside street lamp with oden, and feasted on it.

"So, what is your choice?", Kuichiro Mizuki clasped the words with one hand, not slowly, "Transgender, or call a real person? or... Are you going to change jobs?" "

I'm sorry because my subordinates are stupid and you're upset!!I'm sorry

!!!

This time, Ozawa's reply was quite fast, so fast that it was almost swift, and Kuichiro Mizuzuki, who had just put a fish ball in his mouth, could almost imagine that on the other end of the phone, this man who was middle-aged, although he had a successful career, but his wife was separated from him, was bowing and holding his breath at what angle, just thinking about it felt strange and pitiful.

So Mizuzuki Soichiro still smiled, decided not to embarrass him for the time being, and continued in a different tone: "Just kidding, Mr. Ozawa, don't be angry, it was my two-layer personality that controlled my hands just now, and now I'm back to my roots, but this is not the key, the key is that you say, Kotakada has time, right?"

"Yes, yes!!month, year!ten!!As long as you want, she can even be buried in Kyoto!! "

Hahaha, I don't have to be buried in Kyoto, can I make sure that my brother dies early?", Mizuzuki Soichiro rolled all the Guan Dong into his stomach in one breath, and finally wiped his mouth with the corner of his clothes, then stood up straight and walked into the distance.

"Then it's decided, I'll tell my uncle on the TV station that their national entertainment channel will be off the air for a few days, and they will say that the line is being repaired, so that it should be able to block Yoyo's mouth, hahahahahaha... However, I guess no one believes this kind of mentally retarded excuse, in short, you don't have to worry about Kotakada's future, I can't use such a beautiful girl as a star, don't worry, Mr. Ozawa.

After sending this last paragraph, Kuichiro Mizuzuki went to a convenience store that would not rest twenty-four hours a day, and here, he began to sit for a long time.

The warm yellow light mixed with the smell of instant food wafting in the air, Mizuzuki Koichiro finally turned on his mobile phone, and the message he received was named - Mizuki Eri.

"Brother, Eri is like you... When will I come to see Eri Yi

...""This girl, why are there still so many typos, she is sixteen years old..."

, stared at the mobile phone screen for a while, and only then did Kuichihiro Shui Yue smile helplessly, in his mind, a beautiful face that was forever expressionless, and would only show a smile when he saw himself, commensurate with thousands of waist-length dark red hair, as if the creator could deliberately chisel out a masterpiece.

Soichiro Mizuzuki likes his sisters very much, so he will tolerate all their shortcomings.

No, no, it should be said that in the eyes of Kuichiro Mizuzuki, the sisters have no shortcomings.

"Okay, my brother will come back tomorrow, remember to wear a beautiful dress, my brother will take you out shopping, okay?"