The two young men finally arrived at their destination.

Dessert shops are divided into inside and outside. Those queuing outside are basically those who want to take away. Those who queue like this usually don’t order much, just an ice cream. Those who go inside the store are the ones who dine in, usually like Gojo Satoru, who seems to want to order the entire menu.

Gojo Satoru pulled Geto through the middle of the long line, brushed past the corners of clothes with his hands open, and pushed open the door of the dessert shop as a matter of course - because of the new products, many people came.

Gojo Satoru sat down at an empty table, as if he had done it hundreds of times. It was a table for four, and he had specially sent a message to the store manager to reserve it for him. Two 1.80-meter-tall boys with long arms and legs were just the right size.

Xia Yujie had no interest in desserts, and if he had any interest, it was because of Gojo Satoru's persistence. He casually ordered a glass of lemonade, and then ordered two cakes - he knew that the two cakes he ordered would soon end up in Gojo Satoru's stomach.

Gojo Satoru casually handed over a copy of the new products, and then said to Geto Kagome: "Geto is just overthinking. Don't overthink. Just let Rotten Orange worry about those things."

After hearing what Gojo Satoru said, Geto Suguru actually cared too much about this matter. He was also unhappy with the people above him. Although he didn't express it as directly as Gojo Satoru, he still accepted the proposal very happily.

Gojo Satoru was concentrating on eating, and small flowers seemed to appear around him and a curtain seemed to appear behind him.

Kayuki sat next to Gojo Satoru, drinking his lemonade without touching the rest of the dessert. He was thinking about something when his attention was drawn to the black-haired woman who pushed the door open.

For some reason, Xia Yujie felt that the figure of the black-haired woman looked familiar.

The latter was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, which was loose but vaguely showed that she had a good figure. The hem of the T-shirt was tucked into hot pants, revealing her slender and straight thighs. She looked at least 1.7 meters tall, and her overall proportions looked good, almost perfect.

Xia Yujie watched the black-haired woman slowly walk in wearing slippers. Xia Yujie noticed that the slippers were disposable, probably because the owner had casually worn them out of the hotel.

"Give me one portion of everything on the menu," she said leisurely while standing at the front counter. She seemed to have thought of something and added, "Pack it all up and take it away."

Wow.

Xia Yujie sighed in his heart.

To be honest, the dessert shop that Gojo Satoru takes a fancy to is definitely not an ordinary one. Even eating a few pieces of cake in this dessert shop would cost half of an ordinary person's monthly salary. It would be a huge expense to order all of them.

While waiting, the black-haired woman was leaning against the counter casually. Xia Yujie saw her looking down at the ground with her head down, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

As if she had noticed Geto Kagome's gaze, the black-haired woman paused involuntarily, and the next second her eyes met Geto Kagome's.

Xia Yujie was shocked.

He noticed that the black-haired woman had a long scar on her face, at the corner of her mouth. The black-haired woman was pretty, and the scar did not affect her looks. Instead, it gave people a feeling of arrogance and dominance.

The black-haired woman seemed to have seen something very interesting. She raised her eyebrows, looked up and down at Geto, and then slowly raised the corners of her lips.

After staring at each other for about ten seconds, Gojo Satoru also noticed that something was wrong with Geto.

Following Geto's line of sight, Gojo Satoru raised his head and looked in the direction he was looking. If he hadn't looked he wouldn't have noticed, but when he looked he was so frightened that his reflex nerves tensed up and the whole person almost flew up on the spot.

As if sensing Gojo Satoru's gaze, the black-haired woman was stunned for a moment. Then she slowly turned her head to see what the clerk was preparing.

Xia Yujie looked at Gojo Satoru hesitantly: "Satoru, do you think..."

Gojo Satoru spoke thoughtfully: "Tell me, does Fushiguro Shinobu have any relatives?"

Xia Yujie thought about the information he had read before: "Probably... no?"

Do any relatives have scars in the same place?

Then they watched the black-haired woman take the dessert, then turn around and walk out slowly. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru looked at each other and immediately followed her.

The woman walked very slowly, as if she had a broken leg, at least the man who had just passed by her walked faster than her. She was wearing slippers, and the soles of her shoes almost dragged on the ground, making a tapping sound.

"Aren't you tired of following me?" she suddenly asked.

Kagome Kei and Gojo Satoru were suddenly startled, thinking that they were discovered, when a cat ran past his feet and meowed at him twice.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Xia Yujie: "..."

The black-haired woman lowered her head and glanced around casually for a few times. Just when Gojo Satoru and Kagome Kei thought she was going to do something intimate like patting the cat's head, she continued walking forward nonchalantly, pretending she didn't see anything.

Quite indifferent.

Xia Yujie made a basic judgment in his heart, but who knew that his body, which was originally relaxed, suddenly tensed up after the black-haired woman spoke for the second time.

"Tsk, the six-eyed kid and Liu Hai are weird. They don't understand what I'm saying? Don't technical colleges teach culture these days?"

Xia Yujie was shocked.

Even though Gojo Satoru was discovered, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He pulled Geto out of the corner. In fact, the two of them didn't try to hide seriously, and they also wanted to be discovered by the other.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and greeted him generously: “Hi.”

The black-haired woman looked at Gojo Satoru's movements, then slowly raised her eyelids and said absentmindedly: "What do you want from me?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the woman's expression and said with a smile: "You look familiar. I want to make friends with you."

The woman stood there and thought slowly for a while. When Xia Yujie thought she was going to say something to reject him, she nodded calmly: "Okay, we are friends now."

Then she asked: "So, give in?"

“…”

Xia Yujie was stunned. He originally thought that the black-haired woman was going to say something shocking about her rejection, but who knew that in the end she would just say "get out of the way".

Gojo Satoru's expression was blank for a moment. He had not expected such an answer. But this did not affect Gojo Satoru's continuation of the conversation: "How cold."

The black-haired woman glanced at Gojo Satoru and replied, "You guys are free?"

Gojo Satoru thought about the short break that Rotten Orange gave them, and lied with his eyes closed: "No, we are very busy."

Xia Yujie swallowed the words "very free".

"Then go do your own thing. The sorcerers in this world are always looking for something to do." She calmly said some earth-shattering news while walking back with her bag, "I have something to do too."

Gojo Satoru's body swayed forward, blocking the way in front of the black-haired woman.

The black-haired woman stared at Gojo Satoru for a long time, and finally let out a sound of dissatisfaction.

Gojo Satoru could naturally see with his six eyes that the black-haired woman's muscles were slightly tense and she looked like she was ready to attack at any time. She was probably angry.

Gojo Satoru suddenly brought up the issue. He asked excitedly, "Are you going to fight? Are you angry?"

The black-haired woman narrowed her eyes.

Her head was tilted slightly, and she was taller than the average woman. She stood there, with her hair hanging down in front of her forehead, revealing her cold eyes.

It carries with it the cruelty and darkness of its master, as well as a sense of being out of place in this world.

When Xia Yujie looked over, it seemed as if he saw a very aggressive leopard.

The atmosphere froze.

Just when Xia Yujie was ready to take action, the depressing aura emanating from the black-haired woman suddenly disappeared, and she lazily shook the bag in her hand.

She made an impatient "tsk" sound, and then said irritably: "Move aside, this thing is going to melt."

Gojo Satoru: “…” I thought we could have a fight.

Gojo Satoru, whose cursed energy had already gathered at his fingertips, sighed with regret.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's fate that we meet each other." Gojo Satoru continued to approach with a smile.

"For some reason, I have two more little brats to raise." As if she was reluctant to talk about this topic, the black-haired woman returned to her casual state at the beginning of the meeting. "The little brat of the Gojo family is still so nosy at this age."

The black-haired woman's face was filled with impatience, and she was almost hitting them on the head.

It is clearly stated that Gojo Satoru does not recognize appearances.

"...This age?" Xia Yujie pondered the meaning of the black-haired woman's words.

Gojo Satoru continued to ask, "Do you have any relatives?"

The black-haired woman replied impatiently: "What type?"

"Similar to brothers and sisters." Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and added, "The kind where they look exactly the same."

The black-haired woman replied gloomily: "No."

Seeing her direct answer, Gojo Satoru asked more directly: "Are you Fushiguro Shino?"

Kagome: "Hey... this is too direct."

The black-haired woman yawned and said, "I'm not."

Xia Yujie breathed a sigh of relief, but who knew that the black-haired woman would speak again the next second.

"My last name is Chanyuan." She frowned and weighed the dessert bag in her hand, as if she was a little worried that the dessert in her hand would be spoiled.

The woman yawned again, seeming very sleepy, and even her tone was tinged with sleepiness: "It's the Zen temple."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow."

Those who have read the information know that Fushiguro Shirone's previous surname was

——Zen monastery.

Nanako Atobe's cosplay this time has a purpose.

——Want to make some trouble in the upper echelons of the world of sorcery.

Although there is no clear plan, the idea has already emerged.

Now that you have this idea, you should put it into practice. Especially now that Nanako Atobe has recovered some of her original strength.

"First, let's take a look at this body. Make it a little taller..." This time, you don't have to prepare for cosplay as Nanako Atobe, but directly control the power in the consciousness space to pinch the body.

The system looked at Nanako Atobe's operation with mixed feelings: "But this figure..."

Atobe Nanako glanced at the system.

The system shut up immediately.

Now that we have the ability to control our own height, who wouldn’t want to breathe the air at 1.7 meters?

After traveling to this world, Atobe Nanako first solved the problem of the astral plasma body Amauchi Riko. After Fushiguro Shiori left, she followed him and followed him all the way until Fushiguro Shiori became impatient and finally showed up.

When he saw Atobe Nanako, Fushiguro Shigeki was stunned for a moment.

He doesn't remember any relatives he has.

And Atobe Nanako said: "Is this what I look like in this world?"

Being interrupted and causing the mission to fail, Fushiguro frowned impatiently as he thought about how much money was in the card: "Who are you?"

There are many possibilities for looking the same, and it is not surprising for Zenin to see someone with the same face as him. Maybe it is a cursed tool, or some other kind of magic.

In any case, it is impossible that he is a relative.

Fushiguro Shiji thought to himself with self-mockery.

The black-haired woman raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you understand what I said?"

Fushiguro Shier slowly raised his eyelids and looked up: "Hmm?"

I really didn’t understand.

The black-haired woman thought about it one thing after another. She raised her head nonchalantly and seemed to have reached the point where she was patiently repeating: "I am you from another world."

Zen Temple: "..."

Zenin Shinji: “Oh.”

Then he turned and walked away.

Atobe Nanako told the system that his attitude was too casual, as if there was something wrong with me.

The system was silent and dared not speak.

The black-haired woman didn't care about Fushiguro Shige's reaction and just followed him forward.

After walking for a while, Fushiguro might have become impatient.

He was shocked and stopped walking before speaking: "Why are you following me?"

The black-haired woman curled her lips: "Since it is another self, why don't you support me?"

Fushiguro Shigeki stood there motionless, his eyes scanning over Nanako Atobe's body inch by inch, and finally raised the corners of his lips meaningfully.

He said slowly: "To support you?"

The black-haired woman did not feel ashamed to ask others to support her. Instead, she said as a matter of course: "Of course."

Fushiguro Shiji laughed, and finally said word by word: "Just now, I lost 100 million."

“…”

Atobe Nanako thought, this guy really holds a grudge, and I saved your life.

Fushiguro Shijiro, who was now interested, didn't care whether it was him or not, and asked: "You are also called Fushiguro Shijiro?"

Atobe Nanako sneered, "Zenin Shinji."

"Zenin?" Fushiguro Shige snorted coldly, his tone mixed with sarcasm, "That kind of name, that kind of family? Do you still keep this surname?"

He sneered and said, "I don't think I'll keep this name."

There was deep disgust in Fushiguro Shige's eyes; he hated these two words from the bottom of his heart.

"Get the order right." Her tone was flat, as if she was stating an ordinary matter.

Fushiguro Shigeki raised his eyes and looked at the black-haired woman, seeming to be somewhat interested in her answer.

And the answer was something the monastery had never even thought of.

"Because my last name is Zen, they are Zen." The black-haired woman hung her head casually, and the light shone coldly from the side, casting a shadow.

Beneath the bland tone and casual expression lies earth-shaking bloody power and cold and ruthless means.