I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The days after that were peaceful.

Thanks to the port mafia's abrupt visit and evacuation, many hooligans nearby were frightened away. Except for the daily rumble of some small organizations, not even a few pieces of glass were broken in the entire block.

At work, there is no need for Zhong Li, who is the master of ceremonies, to do the preparatory work for the funeral. Yanshen, who has nothing to do, drinks tea at work every day to hide from work, cooks after get off work to raise children, and lives a leisurely and peaceful life.

This calm continued until the funeral home for Xingu was finally held.

There was a continuous light rain in the sky, and the organizers, holding black umbrellas in their hands and wearing black dresses, sparsely stood in the cemetery talking and laughing in a low voice, as if taking the solemn funeral as an opportunity to communicate.

In this atmosphere, Tiaoye Caiju found Zhongli who was about to finish work and return to the funeral home.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhongli." The blind young man greeted with a smile.

"It's only two weeks, but it's not enough to be called 'a long time'." Zhong Li shook his head, put down the things in his hand and stood up straight, "Mr. Tiaoye, what is there to discuss?"

"Mr. Zhongli is really indifferent." Tiaoye Caiju said as if complaining, "I thought we were friends after we fought together against the enemy last time?"

Zhong Li leaned back slightly, leaned against the edge of the table behind in a comfortable position, and said, "In terms of universal rationality, it is true."

But not necessarily privately.

Tiaoye Caiju heard Zhongli's implication.

Having actually been in contact with him for so long, Tiaoye Caiju naturally knew that Zhongli was not someone who cared about secret schemes. Even if he saw that he deliberately attracted people from the port mafia to pretend to attack him last time in order to find out his strength, he would not care too much, let alone show such an obvious attitude.

Then the reason is only...

- He guessed that I leaked the kid's information to the port mafia last time.

—He cared about the kid.

- He is angry.

Jono Caiju felt heartfelt pleasure when the unmoving rock started to oscillate, he took a deep breath to restrain his emotions, and said in a normal tone as possible: "Ah, about the last time. I'm sorry. To make amends, a private concert is being held in Yokohama recently. Do I have the honor to invite Mr. Zhongli to attend?"

"Oh?" Zhong Li looked at Tiaoye Caiju's closed eyes, "Concert?"

Zhong Xin was very clear that the seemingly mild nature of picking chrysanthemums was undoubtedly extremely bad. Even if he joins the hound in the future, he will verbally intimidate civilians to satisfy his own bad taste. As a cadre of a criminal organization, he will obviously only be more reckless. Those slurs in the hound period, which were only temporary, I am afraid that he often put them into practice at this time.

But that doesn't mean Tiaoye Caiju is a fool who only cares about his own pleasure.

On the contrary, as the hounds in the future will play a role of intelligence rather than force, Tiaoye Caiju's double commerce is beyond doubt, and he will never offend a strong man he can't afford for his temporary interest.

This invitation to the concert is a signal for Caiju Jono to apologize for the offense.

"Yes, the concert."

As if guessing what Zhong Li was thinking, Tiao Ye Caiju took out an envelope and handed it out, "Although the composer is ordinary in the outside world, he is well-known in the industry. If Mr. Zhong Li has any relatives and friends who want to participate, he can also go together."

These words are basically clear.

The concert is a concert that ordinary people can come to, and it is very valuable, so I don't think about it.

Zhong Li didn't take the envelope immediately, the man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was thinking with his eyes closed. And Tiaoye Caiju did not urge, just kept the gesture of handing out, with the same smile on his face.

"…Ok."

In the end, Zhong Li still opened his eyes, took the envelope with his hand, and said, "This is the kindness, if I refuse this, it will not be beautiful. It's just..."

His voice suddenly dropped, "I hope you know something about some things, Mr. Jono."

The sudden surge of momentum made Tiaoye Caiju's breathing stagnate.

"...Ah." His naturally drooping fingers twitched nervously, "You should be like this, Mr. Zhongli."

three days later.

In front of the beautifully decorated hall, Zhong Li was dressed in formal attire and arrived as promised with the Central Plains, who was already able to walk at a slow pace.

This is the first time Zhongyuan Zhong has come to a crowded place after being taken away by Zhong Li. The boy nervously grabbed the adult's hand and looked around curiously at the buildings and people he had never seen before.

Because it was a private concert, although not many people came to watch it, they all had a certain background relationship. Every time they passed by the two, they would cast an invisible glance.

After all, on such occasions where the background is mostly Yokohama, a combination like Zhongli with young children is indeed rare.

"Mr. Zhongli, this way." Tiaoye Caiju stood in front of the exhibition hall and waved, and beside him stood a strange man with a gloomy face.

Zhong Li walked forward with Zhongyuan Zhongyao and gestured to a strange man, "Who is this?"

Chono Caiju introduced: "This is the organizer of this concert and the composer of the song, Mr. Harada Kazuya."

Kazuya Harada squeezed a smile on his gloomy face, and said, "First meeting, Mr. Zhongli, at Shimoharada Kazuya. Mr. Joo Ye is still complimenting me on your level of appreciation."

Zhong Li shook his head disapprovingly, "But I understand a little."

Normal self-effacing speech. Harada Kazuo didn't care either. After the formal greeting, he said to Jono Caiju: "Since the person Mr. Jono was waiting for is here, then I won't bother, I wish you all a good time."

After speaking, after Tiaoye Caiju smiled, the gloomy man turned around and walked into the hall.

Zhongli watched the man's retreating back.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhongli?" Tiaoye Caiju was keenly aware of the change in Zhongli's mood.

Zhong Li retracted his gaze and squeezed the hand of Zhongyuan Zhongyao who had clenched his grip at an unknown time, "It's nothing."

That musician... has a strong magic power.

After coming to this world for more than a month, it's not that Zhong Li has never seen a curse spirit. It is better to say that the fourth-level teens are almost all over the streets of Yokohama. But perhaps the residents living in Yokohama are already numb. There are very few high-level spell spirits here, even the third-level spell spirits are rare. Most of them are small spell spirits that cannot cause too much trouble, and their spell power is naturally thin.

As for the magic power on this musician, although there is no reference to provide judgment, Zhong Li guessed that it is at least the level of a first-level magician.

The restless Central Plains also clearly saw those magic powers.

Tiaoye Caiju naturally didn't believe Zhong Li's perfunctory remarks, but he also noticed that Zhong Li didn't want to go into details, so he naturally changed the object of his speech: "First meeting, are you Mr. Zhong Li's adopted child?"

Zhongyuan Zhong had just been stimulated by the magic power, and instinctively did not like the subtle malicious attitude of Tiaoye Caiju mixed with it, but due to the etiquette taught by Zhongli, he replied obediently: "Yes, my name is Zhongyuan Zhong. and also."

He speaks short sentences a lot more fluently now.

"Oh, what a polite and good boy." Jono Caiju praised, with a smirk that couldn't tell his true emotions.

Zhong Li gave Tiaoye Caiju a warning glance, interrupting the latter's temptation: "Let's go first."

At this time, Zhong Li was just thinking, hoping that the abnormality of the musician would not affect this performance.

After all, this was the first time that Zhongyuan Zhongyao went out to play like a normal child.

However, as soon as he entered the hall, Zhong Li understood that it was impossible not to affect him.

A man with short black hair in casual clothes was leaning against the pillar in the hall, and he was brushing his mobile phone with his head down.

With good eyesight, Zhong Li could see the strong muscles on the man's body and the vertical scar on the corner of his mouth.

Vuchel.

Or call it by the name that hasn't been changed yet... Chanyuan Shier.

It's not "Wen Ye", but the characters in "Curse Back", the killer of the magician, Tian Yusha, the biological father of Fu Heihui, one of the protagonists, and the ruthless Wujo Wu who has not yet grown into a complete body after a headshot. Role.

Zhong Li did not see the filth belonging to other magicians. Considering that the Chanyuan family would not only send a person who was arrogantly characterized as a "waste" by the Chanyuan family on a mission, there is a high probability that the Zenyuan family at this time has already passed away. The family ran away and just became a bounty hunter.

Bounty hunters show up at concerts that don't fit, so what else could be the reason other than stalking their prey?

Zhong Li didn't hide his scrutiny at all, so Yi Chan Yuan Shi Er easily found the very presence of the gaze, he raised his head, glanced at the eye-catching combination of two men and a child, and suddenly snorted.

Almost at the same time, a violent explosion sounded from the background.

The originally orderly hall was silent for a moment, then suddenly became noisy. The experienced mafia members immediately hid behind the bodyguards, who neatly pulled out the guns pinned to their armpits, guarding their surroundings while retreating to protect their bosses.

The Zen Yuan didn't even look at Zhongli anymore. He put away his mobile phone and walked towards the background with a clear goal against the flow of people.

Tiaoye Caiju lightly touched the knife with his left thumb and asked seriously, "Mr. Zhongli, is there anything wrong with that man?"

With his keen senses, he naturally noticed Zhong Li's attention to the Zen Temple.

Zhong Li didn't answer Tiaoye Caiju's question. He pondered for a moment, then decisively shoved Zhongyuan Zhongye in his hand to the latter, and said, "I'll follow him, you can take care of Zhongye, just stick it behind, but Don't get too far from me."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his long legs and followed the Chan Yuan Zhen Er to the backstage.

"Huh? Huh?" Tiaoye Caiju took over Zhongyuan Zhongya with a dazed expression, sensing Zhongli's rapid departure, and hearing the same confused voice of the child in his arms.

Although he will indeed protect Zhongyuan Zhongya in order to regain the trust of Mr. Zhongli... But is it really good to leave it to him?

Mr. Zhongli is really brave.

Tiaoye Caiju silently lowered his head and looked at Zhongyuan Zhongye, but did not act immediately.

On the other hand, the child in Zhongyuan Zhongye patted Ye Caiju's arm like a little adult, and urged him briefly, "Hurry up and follow Mr.

The corner of Tiaoye Caiju's mouth twitched, suddenly as if thinking of something, he reached out and took out a candy from his pocket.

"Strawberry flavor, would you like it?" he asked with a smile.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also inexplicable, but when he thought of Zhong Li asking the man in front of him to take care of him, he could probably trust him, so he replied obediently, "Eat."

Tiaoye Caiju neatly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Central Plains:!

Caiju Jono, who got twisted pleasure by bullying children, laughed out loud.

The author has something to say:

Eight-year-old Zhongye: You are a real dog (face expressionless)

#I heard that Jono Caiju claims to get along well with Dazai Osamu#

Regarding whether or not to be able to see the curse spirits, the private setting here is that people who are close to gods like Chuya, and those with strong spiritual power like Jiusaku and Zai can see.

In the last chapter, everyone was too enthusiastic, and the stupid author was a little overwhelmed. Although thank you for your love, it is still too early to leave this article. Here, let’s answer a few questions from you:

1. About the update: the next day is really the limit! Please believe that the stupid author himself thinks more than you! But I really can't do it... (Lying)

One is the problem of hand speed, and the other is that the stupid author has a lot of things to do in his senior year. In the past few days, he has to catch a deadline for another paper and prepare a proposal report. He has to do pre-graduation projects in advance, and he has to offer The school applied for a tripartite agreement, and the update is really squeezed out. It is my dream at this stage to be able to get 3,000 days. Please give the stupid author a time to evolve QAQ

2. Regarding whether there will be pitfalls: The stupid author has written a complete outline (although it is not so complete), and the details are not filled in, but the general direction has been set, so there will be no pitfalls. But I will ask for leave from time to time when I am busy, please forgive me (and many of the things I want to write have not been written yet (in a low voice)

3. When it comes to what you want to write: Of course, you have to wait until the big scene before using it! Isn't the use of cannons to fight mosquitoes in the streets and alleys now? (Although the stupid author did use Tianxing to hit mosquitoes when he was extremely angry, that's all hey~) At this stage, it is e-skills, knives and guns, and the use of some rock elements, and there will be more in the future