Chapter 67
His grace
Fuyuki didn't quite understand how efficient the world of sorcery could be.
"It's been resolved, don't worry."
Xia Youjie's gaze fell on her, and his voice was gentle: "Little sister? What's your name? What are you doing here?"
Winter Tree blinked and replied, "I am Winter Tree."
When the children avoided his questions, Xia Youjie just smiled and said, "Okay."
His gaze fell on the man standing against the wall, but he didn't see any trace of curse power, which was unusual, since even ordinary people would have subtle curse power.
In a sense, the difference between ordinary people and sorcerers is that they don't know how to use it and they do. This was the first time he had ever seen someone who had no magical power at all.
But none of that matters. The important thing now is to deal with the remnants of the cursed power here, but that's not his job, it's the job of the cursed power supervisor.
It seems that his mission was a complete success for nothing.
Seeing that he didn't speak but just stared at Shen'er, Dongshu felt a tightness in his heart.
She quickly raised her hand to attract attention and said loudly, "Brother, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now."
With an innocent smile, she didn't wait for a reply and quickly pulled Shen'er away from there.
These two have a very important battle to fight later, so now is not a good time for them to get to know each other.
Xia Youjie paused for a moment, looked at the two figures from behind, and then his gaze fell on Dongshu. Such immense power, was it cursed power?
His gaze suddenly became unfocused, as if guided by laws and regulations from beyond the world, unnoticed by anyone.
—It is the power of incantation.
Xia Youjie affirmed.
He even let her drag him around, and he didn't spend any money today.
He thought to himself indifferently.
He just came to fight for no reason and got nothing in return; that's really not like him.
Dongshu could tell he wasn't too happy, so after thinking for a moment, she pulled him into a cute pink little cake shop.
She said rather boldly, "Choose whatever you like, then it won't be considered working for free, right?"
Her little face was slightly raised, with a hint of spirit and a touch of mischievousness; the vitality and energy that a child should have were perfectly embodied in her.
Shen Er looked around with some disdain. He didn't have much of a liking for sweet treats. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and all sorts of small cakes, cookies, and breads came into view.
It must be said that everything in this store perfectly matches its style.
It's small, exquisite, and very expensive.
But judging from its appearance, it is very popular with children and girls.
For example, he really likes the kid who brought him here and told him he wouldn't have to work for free.
But he still chose to click the "Here it comes" option.
The image of that quiet, indifferent little boy came to mind.
What was that child's name again?
Shen'er's impression of him was very vague. He did have this child, and a wife who had passed away. He even chose the name of the child himself.
He's always in a daze about these things.
The moment his beautiful wife passed away, his world ceased to be full of life.
I hate the Zen temples, I hate the world of sorcery, I hate everything.
All of this made him feel depressed and annoyed.
When children are young, their inexplicable fussing and crying don't bother him.
But that was his child. Even after racking his brains, that familiar name suddenly popped into his mind.
benefit.
It is a blessing from heaven.
"Ugh, it's snowing again!"
Dongshu's excited voice brought him back to reality.
Excitedly peering out through the glass window, she loved snow, and adored something so beautiful and pure.
The world is always covered in silver in winter, but no matter how many times she creates such a scene, she still feels happy.
She was happy about the scene.
She can change the scenery of the citadel at any time, but she prefers to keep it in spring or autumn. Summer scenery will occasionally appear, but she will never change it to winter.
Because the beauty of winter scenery doesn't make her happy.
Unlike the natural scenery she saw in the small world, that always gave her a wonderful feeling.
But she couldn't quite put her finger on it; she just felt a strange unease in her heart.
Perhaps it's because of... that past experience of being chased in the snow.
Dongshu leaned against the window, quietly observing.
Soon, the food they ordered was served, and they chose to enjoy it in the restaurant.
Shen Er stared at the cake in front of her, then suddenly opened her phone to check the time.
December 22nd.
He was somewhat dazed; it was a very special yet familiar day.
Like a memory awakening, he suddenly remembered what day it was.
Shen Er stood up.
"What's wrong?" Fuyuki asked, watching his actions.
The warmth of the room made her feel lazy and unwilling to move.
But seeing the man's sudden movement still raised questions.
"Come on over," Shen Er said, glancing at her twice.
"Hmm?" Fuyuki stood up and followed him curiously to the staff. "What do you want to do?"
His dark eyes sparkled with curiosity. Why was this person, who always seemed uninterested, suddenly interested in this shop that didn't fit his style?
He just checked the time. Is there anything special about today?
Dongshu pondered.
The spiritual power that Dongshu had not yet withdrawn clearly reflected the person's movements.
She knew everything about that little gesture of raising his phone and the way his gaze landed.
Such a power, which cannot be detected by the people of this world as long as one is careful, is still amazing.
Dongshu smoothed her loose hair; the little incident had left the hair ribbon at the ends of her hair a bit messy.
She thought she would sort things out again later.
Shen Er walked to the front desk, said a few words, then nodded and looked at Dong Shu: "Come on, kid, give me some feedback. You like these things the most, don't you?"
That's really impolite of you.
Fuyuki looked at it; it was cake. Could it be that he hadn't had enough yet?
She stopped thinking about it and subconsciously poured all her energy into it, since it was her favorite dessert.
—Sweets are justice!
The phrase popped into her mind again.
Little Alice's words are absolutely correct! They are words that she still wholeheartedly agrees with to this day.
She presented her ideas with a cautious and meticulous attitude, then looked at Shen'er's expression, then put forward new ideas, looked at his expression again, continued to revise, and finally came up with an answer that satisfied both of them.
Oh! Perfect!
Back in his seat, Fuyuki continued to enjoy his delicious food, a truly long process.
While she was eating, she suddenly stopped and picked up her phone to check the date.
December 22...December 22?
Fuyuki urgently tapped her spell-wielding consciousness. She had a guess, but still wanted to confirm it with her spell-wielding sister.
Having received the correct answer, she immediately sat up straight, as if she had suddenly shouldered a mission.
Birthday, oh, so that's what it means.
In her memory, Shen'er was someone who didn't care much about her son.
This also meant that his sudden purchase of a cake did not alert her.
Should she subtly give him a small gift for his birthday?
But logically speaking, she shouldn't have known about this.
However, this person had also learned quite a bit about his differences, and Fuyuki secretly glanced into Shen'er's eyes.
Those eyes were indifferent, as if they held no emotion whatsoever.
Dongshu stopped worrying and found a secluded corner where spiritual energy began to gather. At the same time, she frantically searched for spells to materialize spiritual energy in her mind.
A beautiful little black dog materialized in her palm, its upturned tail and crouching posture lifelike.
Dongshu raised his hand and handed the little black dog to Shen'er.
"Here you go." Her eyes darted around. "You can put it on top of the cake; it's an edible cake."
She said a lot to cover up her misunderstanding.
It wasn't actually a cake... it's just a lie that's obvious at a glance.
However, the spiritual energy dissipates as soon as it enters the stomach, so it can still be considered edible.
He paused for a moment, then accepted it. He was increasingly unable to understand this brat from the Goujuan family.
But there was no danger, so he didn't want to investigate many things; he had no expectations for life right now.
night.
Even after parting ways with Fuyuki, he did another job, which was very simple and easy to do, and could be done on his way home.
To be honest, he rarely takes on such small orders. He just happened to be interested in it today and took it on a whim.
He needs something to fill the void.
It was dark outside, and the road was dark too.
He stood at the doorway.
A faint light shone through the window.
He pushed open the door and entered. In the small room, a sofa stood in the center.
There were slight undulations on it, and part of it was on the floor in the corner. Although the room was not tidy, you could still see signs that people had tried their best to tidy it up.
He knew who did it.
The things in his hands were placed on the table, but the carefully selected items did not wait for their owner to enjoy them.
Shen Er squatted down beside the sofa and carefully looked at the child's face.
He has the same hair as his mother, thankfully, not everything he does follows him.
He was unusually gentle and attentive, tucking the blanket around Hui and turning off the only small light in the room.
The world was plunged into complete darkness and silence.
There was a sigh.
And so it returned to stillness once more.
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