Chapter 94 The head of the family is very

Zenin Jiner looked at Fushiguro Megumi, who obviously hadn't slept well, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

Just as the other party was about to answer, he continued slowly, "You have to live there even if you are not used to it."

Fushiguro Megumi choked and glared at him subconsciously, then replied, "It's nice here, but I'm a light sleeper."

His room was obviously a one-to-one replica of another world, and every trace inside revealed that the owner of the room lived a happy life.

For some reason, he subconsciously sat down at the dining table. His brain was a little slow due to lack of sleep. He tilted his head as he looked at the man in an apron in the kitchen.

Zenin even changed out of his kimono and wore a tight black T-shirt, which highlighted his excellent figure, and the apron made his waist and abdomen look even stronger.

Fushiguro Megumi looked at his body silently. The person in front of him was probably twice as tall as him.

But he is a summoner, there is no comparison in this respect, and the person in front of him is too extraordinary, normal people are not like this.

"Pah"

The sound of the plate falling on the table woke up Fushiguro Megumi. He was stunned when he saw the roasted ginger in front of him. This was his favorite food.

He raised his head and looked at the man who was untying his apron naturally. His movements were very natural, as if it was natural for him to do all this.

Even when sitting opposite him, his breakfast in the morning was just some meat, which made Fushiguro Megumi feel sick.

Megumi Fushiguro wanted to say something, but the natural atmosphere made it difficult for her to say anything, so she just ate her meal in silence.

Eri also showed up. Cursed spirits can eat human food, but they don't have the appetite they should have, so most of the time she just watched her family eat.

Even though she couldn't utter complete sentences, the father and son were willing to look at her, try to understand her and answer her word by word.

Fushiguro Megumi, who was a little nervous just now, now seems to be completely relaxed. He looks at the person in front of him with soft eyes. The delicious food makes him feel even better.

Eri is fully conscious, but sometimes she gets confused and thinks that Megumi Fushiguro is still the child holding her hand.

After Fushiguro Megumi finished her meal and cleaned up, she was dragged by Eri to measure her height. There was a special scale drawn on the wall nearby.

The beautiful handwriting on it reads: Xiaohui's growth record.

It’s a pity that Qingxiu’s record stopped at one meter below because Eri was already seriously ill at that time.

Eri, who has become a cursed spirit, at least can no longer write about these things. She only remembers Zenin Shinji and Fushiguro Megumi.

Looking at Eri who was comparing heights to him, Megumi Fushiguro did not resist and obediently let her do what she wanted.

Zen Yuan even got up and tidied the house, then sat on the sofa, seemingly killing time.

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but ask, "Don't you need to take care of things? You are the head of the family now, right?"

The person being asked this question was even more surprised. Chan Yuan even looked at him and replied lazily, "I am not the head of the family to find work for myself, otherwise what is the point of having people under me?"

He casually turned on the TV, yawned, and continued, "Compared to such unimportant things, it's better to worry about which horse to bet on later."

This familiar unreliable aura made Fushiguro Megumi frown. He glanced at Eri and found that the other party had no intention of restricting him.

Yes, he still remembered that his father had placed him in different women's homes. This guy must be very good at coaxing people.

He pursed his lips. He didn't know why he felt a little disgusted with the Zen temple and even horse racing. Perhaps the atmosphere this morning softened him. He pulled up Eri's sleeve.

"... Eri," Fushiguro Megumi still couldn't call out her mother for the time being, so she just called her name softly, "This is not good."

His words sounded a little dry, and he wasn't quite sure if Eri would help him.

But he was obviously worrying too much. Eri hugged him excitedly, then quickly appeared next to Zenin Jiner and punched him cleanly.

She put her hands on her hips and poked Shen'er's chest with her fingers. Her voice was intermittent, and every word was a lesson to Shen'er.

Zenin Shinji glared at Fushiguro Megumi, pulled Eri into his arms, and spoke sweet words to her without asking for anything in return.

Megumi Fushiguro: ...Perhaps he shouldn't have said that.

Even though Eri was coaxed, Zenin Jiner still got up and prepared to work reluctantly.

Seeing that Zenin Jiner looked reluctant, Fushiguro Megumi asked sincerely, "If you don't like it, why do you want to be the head of the family?"

Although living in the Zenin family sounds like a popular place, in fact, both Fushiguro Megumi and Shiji clearly dislike the Zenin family.

The Zen temple is a stinking garbage dump filled with rotten oranges and an oppressive and decadent feudal system.

Megumi Fushiguro became a sorcerer because of his duty and because of his sister. If possible, he actually didn't really want to be a sorcerer.

But he thought that if it was a Zen temple, even if he was not the head of the family, he should be able to maintain the family well.

Although my father has never been a reliable figure in my impression, the sense of security he once gave me always makes me feel that he is powerful and can do anything.

Zenin was stunned when he heard this, then he chuckled, ruffled Fushiguro Megumi's hair, and ignored the other party's resistance.

In contrast to his actions were Shen'er's words; his voice was soft, yet filled with irrefutable firmness.

“Because I want to live a better life and have more resources.”

He didn't want to have any contact with the world of magic anymore, but his wife and his children had to come into contact with the garbage dump that was the world of magic.

Chanyuan even admitted that he was an unreliable scumbag, but sometimes, as a husband and a father, he still wanted to do what he should do.

Megumi Fushiguro blinked and looked at him. Although he looked mature and stable, he was only 15 years old and still a child.

I wonder if I can use money, treasures, or spells to make this sea urchin cat richer.

Tsk, that guy Gojo Satoru who can’t raise a child, Zenyuan Shiner cursed him again in his heart.

He pulled Fushiguro Megumi up, turned around and said, "Let's go, you will have something to do later."

The man's back is broad, and his body can directly cover Fushiguro Megumi, with muscles full of oppression outlined, while the opponent's aura is relaxed and calm because of his own strength.

Megumi Fushiguro followed behind him, and he stroked his chest, feeling a little surprised, because he really felt safe now.

He quickened his pace and walked beside Shen'er, not wanting to stay behind him anymore.

Zen Yuan even watched those around him trying to keep up with him, but he didn't ask him to slow down a bit.

Just like Hui in his memory, but that Hui probably couldn't help but pull him and say, "You can hold me, or I can hold you, but you can't stop looking at me."

Because he was raised in wealth, he looks mellow and cute, but speaks in a serious manner.

There was a hint of smile in Chanyuan's eyes, but after thinking about it, the smile slowly faded away.

The edge of her clothes seemed to be pulled again, and Hui's eyes were filled with tears: "It hurts, can I wait a little longer before continuing?"

He also had a red rope on his wrist, exactly the same as Shen'er's.

With his thoughts swirling, he grabbed Fushiguro Megumi's wrist and said calmly, "I'm catching up. I'll just wait for you for a moment."

Everything he did was to make things better for his family, but sometimes he would wonder if what he was doing was really the right thing to do.

But no matter whether it is right or not, he has already embarked on this path and cannot turn back.

Megumi Fushiguro was brought by Jinji to the Zenin family's hidden storehouse, which contained the Zenin family's foundation over the years.

"Take whatever you want, and bring some for your classmates as well." Chanyuan Shener spoke, leaning lazily against the door frame.

Fushiguro Megumi frowned and looked at him and said, "I thought you brought me here to help Eri."

After all, the other party said that Eri needed him, but after he came, there was no other way except to let him stay with Eri.

"You can't do it right now," Jin Er waved his hand to interrupt him, "It's normal to dislike Zenin family, but these things can really save your life."

He paused and continued, "Gojo Satoru's family is unreliable. With what your father gave you, no one dares to bother you."

Fushiguro Megumi was silent for a while, but finally picked out some cursed tools. He was not the kind of person who would not take action even if something was right in front of him.

Moreover, he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for taking things from the Zen temple.

Shinji lowered his eyes and looked at him. Fushiguro Megumi was still too weak and not suitable to do anything, so he needed some extra assistance.

"You guys are going to have a sister school exchange meeting later, right? You can come back to school today. You can come whenever you want."

Zen Yuan Shener said directly, waved his hand without looking any further, and turned and left.

The guard who was guarding the Jiku on the side bowed slightly and waited for Fushiguro Megumi in silence, which could be considered a disguised form of protection.

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't keep up, so he could only ask loudly: "Where are you going?"

Chanyuan didn't even turn around, just waved his hand casually, and said in a lazy and low voice: "Go cut oranges."

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"We can't let Chanyuan Shen'er stay here any longer! What has become of the Chanyuan family now? There is no discipline at all!"

"That makes sense, but all the people who have been sent there are dead. He even brought Megumi Fushiguro to the Zenin family!"

"Who else can check and balance him?"

"We can only let that person do it, but that person's personality is different."

"We can't let this go on any longer. Gojo Satoru, go summon Gojo Satoru!"

There were whispers of words coming one after another, all filled with malice and resentment.

"Bang!"

There was the sound of a door being violently slammed open. Everyone seemed to have pressed the pause button, staring at the person who suddenly appeared.

"Wow, it's quite lively and there are quite a lot of people."

The man's low, hoarse voice with a hint of laughter rang out. He was wearing clothes that were easy to move in, with worm-like cursed spirits entangled around his body, and a knife on his shoulder.

The Tyrant's momentum was huge and terrifying. He walked to the middle step by step, and his murderous voice sounded again: "Then, let me see who sent the killers and spies."

He raised his head, and his beast-like eyes scanned everyone. He listened to the questions and curses in his ears, and he stretched out his little finger to scratch his ears.

"Okay, okay, next, the first one to tell the culprit will live, the first one to surrender will live, and the others--"

The door slowly closed, letting in a faint light. The man's last words blocked out the blood and screams:

"--die."