Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Like the introduction says: if you travel, it has to be fun.The adventure story unfolding from the perspective of Moriyukiya, for me and you, it should be very important to be interesting.

I will try my best to find interesting entry points to bring to you. If you have any good suggestions, please let me know.

I would like to thank the handsome guy 'Si Wuxie'.Private message me, gave a lot of plots and suggestions for the follow-up world.Thank you very much, I wish you.

It's a boy's word.

I wish you good health ヽ(??▽?)ノ

Finally, thank you to everyone who has been silently voting and rewarding.

Although for you, it is just a click without words, for me, it has a great encouraging effect, and I am really grateful.

Thank you also to the friends who have never voted but persisted in leaving comments and criticizing. Although I can't reply one by one, your names...

I have already recorded it in the small book???!

(Thank you very much, because after being pointed out the problem, I will quickly and secretly correct it hahahahahahaha)

So, here we go,

I will try my best to bring you a fun adventure.

And Moriyuesha's journey has just begun.

Chapter 82 Chapter 81 Tojo Chensuke

Arya and the kids have been having a super happy life lately.

Super super super happy!

Moriyukisha's house is much bigger than the one left by Kiryu before!

The children no longer have to huddle on the same bed as before, and even the girls have their own independent space.

In the past two days, Sen Yuesha took the children to and fro between the two places. In order to make the cat guests move smoothly, a lot of effort was wasted.

Mainly the hanging cat that is extremely good at evading human capture!

biss!

——Speaking of which, Arya doesn’t hold out much hope for this little lunatic, Moriyuesha, who is greedy for shopping.

Even in the delivery, there are things so expensive that even children can see it.

Arya also took it as usual.

Well, as usual.

Children: It hurts in my heart, but it seems normal on the surface.

After all, the child Moriyuesha grew up by herself. Not only does she know how much she can buy, but ask the waiters in those shopping malls.

Ugh…

pat.

The sound of taking off your shoes.

Chattering shouts came in from the entrance, like a flooded reservoir.

The kids are back.

"Arya Arya! Come on! Look what my sister bought us!"

Several girls were carrying large and small bags, and they were quite reserved.

The boys were convulsed, each with their teeth and claws.

"The vanity mirror last time was too expensive, and you spoiled Miko and them too much."

The old man grumbled a little at Moriyuesha who was walking barefoot. The girl curled up her toes, her burgundy nails raised, and swept away a bunch of orange cats that stood in the way.

"Didn't I also buy games and football and basketball for Oishi and the others."

Moriyuesha walked in with Arya, turned her head and gave the boys a wink, motioning them to pack up quickly and not be an eyesore here.

Arya gently stroked Mori Yuesha's arm.

When the girl came to visit today, the old man found the bandages and gauze wrapped around her body.

On the palms and under the neck, blood oozing can be seen in some places.

Ask her and don't say anything, giggling with a hippie smile, what kind of scald, accidental fall, all kinds of excuses.

As for my wife Yuno, Arya couldn't ask anything more - that girl just covered her mouth with a smile, then shook her head, pointed to Senyuesha, and then pointed to her own mouth.

The child has grown up.

Arya sighed and greeted my wife Yuno and Morizuki.

"You don't get tattoos, do you?"

In the interval, a few people were sitting and drinking tea, and Arya suddenly said, "If it's a tattoo, tell me happily, I'm not some old stubborn stubborn."

Sen Yuesha shook her head, and unconsciously put her hand on her neck: "I don't know how to get tattoos. Burns, they say they're burns."

My wife Yuno on the side looked down at herself:  …

"How is it, Xiao Yuno, listen to Yuesha, you are taking kendo lessons recently?"

My wife Yuno nodded while holding the thick-walled teacup.

I did learn it a few times myself, but unfortunately, compared to kendo, my wife Yuno prefers the feeling of wielding heavy weapons—heavy and thick slashing is much more interesting than a simple sword.

But there is nothing to say right now.

My wife Yuno explained: "It's not bad. The teacher is very good, and the classmates are very friendly. It's just some basic footwork and sword swinging correction courses. It's still early to enter the battle training stage."

Arya pointed to Sen Yuesha and said to my wife Yuno: "You have to look after this little lunatic, don't get yourself hurt like she did."

My wife, Yunaifei, gave Mori Yuesha a half-smiling look: You understand it yourself.

Sen Yuesha drank tea with her eyes down, ignoring her.

"Don't worry, grandma, Yuesha is not someone who can easily hurt herself for a messy guy."

My wife Yuno promised with a smile, and pushed Senyuesha with her elbow, "Right...sha, sauce?"

Mori Yuesha looked solemn: "I will pay attention next time, stay away from the messy guys."

My wife Yuno nodded slowly: "It's better."

Arya looked at my wife Yuno, and at Moriyuesha, who was embarrassed, confused.

Speaking of which, Yuesha, hasn't she come out of the Aoi Tojo affair?

Thinking of the past of Tojo Aoi and Mori Yuesha, Arya was worried.

She grew up with Sen Yuesha, and the old man knew exactly what kind of character this girl was.

Although she looks like a madman on the outside, she is very sensitive and gentle on the inside.

The past she knew was already heavy, what about those she didn't know?

Moreover, until now, Arya had no idea why the two broke up.

In this case, can my wife Yuno still be accepted?

What Arya didn't know was that this multiple-choice question that was accepted or not was rewritten as a family by my wife, Yuno, a long time ago...

Arya looked at the two girls kneeling in front of her, one was gentle and quiet, and she spoke softly.

The other is charming and bright, generous and gorgeous.

Can I still see the wedding of the child Yuesha in my lifetime?

Also, Aoi Tojo...

Now that you've left, don't look back.

……

"Really? She turned back?"

In the air-conditioned office, the cigar on the table was smoking white smoke.

Tojo Chensuke sank into the chair, resting his head on the back, listening to his subordinates reporting on his daughter's movements.

"Still paying attention to that girl..." The man said coldly.

The man had a shiny back hair, a suit and leather shoes.

The wrinkles due to age did not add a single ounce of oldness to the complexion, but made the male's sharp expression a little more aggressive.

There was a short, shallow scar on the corner of his eye.

clatter.clatter.clatter.clatter.

Taping his fingers on the table, Tojo Chensuke said thoughtfully, "Since she has chosen the path of a ritualist, there is no turning back. Originally, I didn't want her to inherit the Tojo family."

"Indecisive and attaching importance to feelings, she is not a qualified heir.

I thought that these years of exercise could make her improve..."

A low, hoarse male voice echoed in the room, and the subordinates who bowed to listen quietly listened to their boss's dissatisfaction.

Tojo Chensuke picked up the cigar and took a deep breath, the rich tobacco mist was spit out in a circle in his mouth, surrounded by the aroma of chestnuts and nuts.

"Sen Yuesha, is that the name?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me about the results of the investigation."

The subordinate nodded respectfully, took a half step forward, took out a leather notebook, opened it, and said:

"Sen Yuesha: Female, 16 years old, orphan. After being picked up at the age of 3, she was brought back to the orphanage.

He was raised by a woman named Arya, who became the head of the orphanage in the same year. "

"I was adopted by the Moritoda couple at the age of 6."

"Two years ago, Moritoda and his wife died in the "full-day large plane crash" incident, and Morizuki Sa inherited the inheritance. "

"There is no record of the time when I met and fell in love with the eldest lady.

The first time it was recorded was a year and a half ago—