I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

The burning sun disappears.

The eyelashes trembled, and the closed eyelids opened, revealing eyes more beautiful than fiery rubies.

The sound of cicadas could be heard outside the window. Komori Jun glanced sideways. Fine dust was flying up and down in the sunlight, but it could not cover up the green trees.

I remember when I was a child, every summer, she would go up to the tree to pick cicadas, thinking that if she caught the cicadas, she would catch the whole summer.

My sister is always persuading me below, with a very worried look on her face.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Things are different and people are different.

She is no longer the little girl who can happily climb trees. Her heart is like an unattended warehouse, filled with all kinds of debris. The sunlight can only illuminate the spider webs in the corners, but not the depths.

"Jun, are you okay yet?"

Stretching out a hand, Komori Jun held it gently and said warmly: "Sister, I'm done meditating, now I'm going to cook."

"Master Shen made a lot of money and said he was going to buy a car."

Komori Aoi said with a smile on her face: "You don't have to squeeze in the subway in the future."

"Yes." Komori Jun nodded and helped her up. The mobile phone hanging on her chest shook. The Japanese drama playing on it seemed to be related to love themes.

"Sister, you've been listening to TV series with this theme a lot lately. Don't you like anime anymore?"

"Recent anime is totally useless."

Komori Aoi quickly shook her head.

"Yeah, I will help search to see if there are any good old TV series."

"No need, just concentrate on your practice."

"The Internet is very developed now. If I search it, it won't take long."

"Then please Jun."

Komori Aoi answered with a smile, her heart full of helplessness, "Jun, sometimes you don't need to be so considerate."

Her recent obsession with love TV dramas is naturally related to her mood, but she cannot tell anyone about her mood.

An illiterate girl who is blind and has lost her limbs cannot fall in love with anyone no matter how hard she thinks about it.

Her only thought was to win over her sister.

"Jun, what's your impression of the Lord God?"

When going down the stairs, Komori Aoi pretended to ask casually.

Jun Komori said truthfully: "Master Shendu is gentle and considerate, but also powerful. He is a very good person."

"That's it?"

"..." She frowned and thought about her sister's problem seriously. She didn't come up with any new advantages until she went to the restaurant. Does being handsome count?

Considering that her sister cannot see, she chooses to hide this advantage that requires the naked eye to see clearly.

"that's it."

She gave her own answer and believed that such an evaluation was already very high.

Apart from her father, she has never given such a high evaluation to the opposite sex.

Komori Aoi was dissatisfied and asked, "Isn't the Lord God handsome?"

"Handsome, he has a pair of clear black and white eyes, delicate eyebrows, cheeks that are neither fat nor thin, just right, and his lips are a bit thin."

While Jun Komori put on an apron and sleeves, he described Shiraishi's handsomeness to his sister in words, "He is 1.75 meters tall and has eight-pack abs."

"Hey, why did Chun know this and take a peek?"

"no."

Jun Komori hurriedly explained, with flushed cheeks: "That was when the Lord God was taking a bath. He came out wearing only a bath towel. I went downstairs to use the toilet and accidentally saw him."

Normally it is not very obvious, but if you are naked, your abdominal muscles, chest muscles, latissimus dorsi, biceps, and other muscles all have obvious lines.

The shock caused by the wet hair and the ascetic face made it impossible for her to delete the image from her mind.

"Hehe." Komori Aoi smiled deliberately, thinking in her heart that Jun's personality was not like when she was a child. She became very boring and found it difficult to understand things between men and women.

If you say it too bluntly, it will scare her easily.

"Sister, why are you saying this suddenly?"

"Care about your daily life."

Aoi Komori was lying on the table, wearing headphones in her right ear, listening to the confession of the male protagonist in the TV series, "Pure."

"I'm here, do you want some water?"

Jun Komori poured a glass of cold water and brought it to her.

"Yeah." Komori Aoi still didn't have the courage to ask that question. She felt it was too early and she would talk about it later.

Jun Komori returned to the kitchen and started to put away today's dishes. They were very rich, including snails, bullfrogs, beef, chicken breasts, and very few vegetables.

It wasn't that she didn't want to buy it, but Shiraishi told her to have more meat and less vegetables, saying that since the shrine was rich, she would naturally have a big meal.

Jun Komori doesn't agree with this concept of spending money when you earn it. She believes that money should be saved, not to blame yourself, but also not to be spent casually, lest you don't have any money in your pocket when it's time to use it. money.

But the Lord God should not have the troubles that ordinary people have.

So Jun Komori didn't advise anything, just obeyed and did the work, washed the vegetables, and patiently picked out the snail meat, leaving only the meat and throwing away the shell and the sticky part behind it.

She enjoys these little things that may seem cumbersome to outsiders and doesn't bother her at all. She just wants to make delicious lunch for everyone.

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"Roar!"

A high-pitched roar sounded, and Miyu Kiryūin stopped beating the wooden dummy, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the white towel around her neck, and said, "Caesar, what's your name?"

"Ho ho ho." Caesar continued to shout, stretching out his limbs and chasing a strange iron lump. The buzzing sound was simply challenging its status.

Miyu Kiryuin saw clearly what it was, her big almond-shaped eyes widened, and she said: "It's so cool."

The blazing sunlight shines on the dark car body, and the reflected light does not look dazzling at all, revealing luxury in a low-key manner.

On top is a flaming motorcycle.

"Caesar, please stop yelling." Miyu of Oniryuin rushed up and slapped Caesar to stop him from yelling.

Caesar obediently shut up, lowered his head in grievance, and ran to Kannagi Rin to act coquettishly.

Shiraishi stopped the car, opened the car door and said: "The BMW M8 doesn't have the feeling of rushing into the wind like a motorcycle. It's still very comfortable to switch to manual transmission and press the accelerator to the end. It can drift directly out of the corner, haha."

He had a smile on his face and was very satisfied with the car. It was really pleasant to hear the sound of the engine reaching its peak in a deserted place.

"It looks so cool, Lord God, can I open it?"

Miyo Kiryuin stepped forward and was impressed by the appearance of this car. She had seen a racing movie before, and she had never forgotten the exciting drainage ditch corners in it.

She wanted to recreate a classic.

Bai Shi asked doubtfully: "Aren't you only sixteen years old? Can you take the driver's license test?"

Miyo Kiryuin shook his head and said: "No, but I have seen a movie. Isn't it just like this when driving, like this, and then there is no problem?"

"You don't even know which throttle is which."

Shiraishi raised his hand and flicked her forehead, "Don't think about driving. I can lend you a motorcycle. It's simple."

"But I haven't seen a movie about motorcycles."

Oniryuin Meiya frowned.

"It's okay. I'll teach you when I have time tonight. It's easy to learn."

Shiraishi replied with a smile on his face.

"Hi." Miyu Kiryūin nodded heavily.