Chapter 99 The head of the family is very

Megumi Fushiguro's gaze fell on Eri, the mother he had never even met.

Looking at her eyes, at the love that overflowed from her and was even like a curse, he softened.

This is a being who loves him so much that she is willing to become an inhuman cursed spirit, in order to protect him from the existence of the ultimate reversal technique.

It's worth it. If the current Fushiguro Megumi were to choose, he would make the same choice as Zenin Megumi. After all, she is his mother.

Moreover, he had a rough idea of ​​what the Zen temple was trying to do.

Fushiguro Megumi was thinking this, and the next second, he felt a familiar dizziness and his consciousness fell into darkness again.

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When he woke up, he saw Shinji sitting beside the bed and chatting with Eri.

Fushiguro Megumi paused as he stood up. He saw clearly the expression on Zenin Jyouji's face.

The handsome face, which had been somewhat cold and hard, softened completely. The pair of green eyes, which had been lazy all along, were now full of warmth, filled with the emotion called "love".

He held Eri's hand, tilted his head and listened patiently to Eri's intermittent words, and responded to Eri in a voice that gave Megumi Fushiguro goosebumps.

Fushiguro Megumi was a little helpless. This guy must have noticed that he was awake. Was he deliberately showing off his affection in front of him?

When Eri, who was happily chatting, noticed that Fushiguro Megumi had woken up, Zenin Shinji slowly turned his head and looked at him.

"Yes, feeling uncomfortable?" Eri said cautiously, hugging him gently as if she were hugging a feather.

Fushiguro Megumi shook his head. Far from feeling uncomfortable, he felt refreshed and his breathing was much smoother.

"Eri used the reversal technique on you several times, and your body now looks very new." Zenin Shinji said casually, ruffling Fushiguro Megumi's hair.

He changed into a black and grey striped yukata, looking much more upright, but he still spoke in a lazy and casual manner.

With such decorations, he looked like a master of the house. Zen Yuan even sat beside the bed and said calmly, "You have finished reading it all."

"...Did you let me see this on purpose?" Fushiguro Megumi paused, but still asked.

Jiner adjusted his posture to be comfortable and said, "Yes and no, after all, you are the only Hui in this world, and Eri needs regular contact to exchange magical power."

His words were very calm, but his tone left no room for argument, and it was clear that he left no room for choice for Megumi Fushiguro.

"Sure, tell me anything you need." Fushiguro Megumi nodded decisively and agreed, "How am I in the other world?"

Zenin was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Fushiguro Megumi meant. The expression on his face was a little complicated and it was unclear what emotion it was.

Do you think that Hui in the other world has been used up? Do you want to know your own ending in advance?

But even though he thought so, Fushiguro Megumi's expression did not change at all, as if death was just a bargaining chip that he could use when necessary.

In fact, it is not surprising. After all, I am afraid that I don’t have a very good image in Fushiguro Megumi’s heart. It’s quite normal. This is a troubled world, and their relationship is not very warm and harmonious.

"Very good." Zen Yuanshen replied with a chuckle, without explaining anything further.

This is good. You don't have to invest too much emotion or be too close. This way you won't be too sad when you break up.

"Come chat with Eri for a while," Zenyuan Shener stood up and casually said, "I have something to take care of."

Before Fushiguro Megumi could ask a few more questions, the other party turned around and left. Eri, who didn't understand what was going on, was left with her head tilted.

He hadn't even asked himself why he was dreaming! Fushiguro Megumi was furious, but when he saw Eri, his expression softened.

"Want to go out with me?" Fushiguro Megumi thought for a moment before speaking. He really didn't think the Zenin family was a good place. "How about going to my school?"

Eri held him, smiled tenderly and intimately, and followed Fushiguro Megumi away.

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Zenin even felt that Eri had left. The red rope was a medium second only to the shadow, and he could still feel Eri's state at all times.

He just stroked the red rope and looked at the person in front of him who timidly "invited" him to go to the Trial Court of the Judgment Association.

Zen Yuan Shen'er's previous behavior was still intimidating, and everyone heard his words that he would kill everyone next time.

So now our attitude is respectful enough. The monastery also knows that if we go there this time, we will really fall into their trap.

"No," Zen Yuanshen'er was the first to speak, and when the other party changed his face, he said again, "Tell them that I won't do anything after this, provided that they don't do anything either."

Of course, we can't keep suppressing this group of people all the time. Occasionally giving them a date can make them feel that they are doing well again.

If we go back and ask the Zen temple family to give out some stuff, that group of people will probably be able to get by by figuring it out themselves.

He had been the head of a family in his own world for so many years that he was already very familiar with how to deal with that group of high-ranking officials and had his own set of methods.

The person in charge of the invitation hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded to Shen'er and left.

This person is just a mouthpiece, and the monastery is not even interested in causing trouble.

He is not at the monastery now, but sitting in the racetrack, holding the betting ticket in his hand, staring at the horses galloping in front of him.

There was a lot of noise and bustle all around, and everyone was staring at the racecourse nervously, cheering for the horses they supported.

"What size are you?" came the clear and attractive voice of a man. The black eye mask covered most of his face, but it didn't look strange. Instead, it made his figure look better.

The man sitting next to him in a striped yukata had a muscular build and his slender face yawned slowly.

He didn't look at the person who suddenly sat next to him, nor did he intend to answer.

Gojo Satoru knew the number he had chosen at a glance. He scanned it with his six eyes and continued, holding his head, "Number three won't win. It should be number nine. You should be able to see that."

In this kind of gambling, an experienced sorcerer can certainly figure out who will be the final winner from the state of the horse.

Zenin Jiner finally became impatient and frowned at Gojo Satoru who was chattering beside him. He said in a bad tone: "Do you understand the fun of gambling, kid?"

Gojo Satoru was still smiling: "I thought you were either dealing with those rotten oranges, or staying with Hui, or... discussing plans with a villain?"

His tone was relaxed, but it carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, making people feel that if they didn't answer, they would definitely end up in trouble.

But Chanyuan was not someone who was easily intimidated. He sighed and supported the third horse that reached the finish line late.

"It seems you know a little bit. Congratulations. You have worked so hard, but you finally realized that you are someone else's pawn."

Zenin, who had lost, was in a very upset mood. He turned around and sneered, then when he saw Gojo Satoru's slightly drooping mouth corners, he smiled even more happily.

He did not buy a new ticket. He had stopped gambling a long time ago because there were too many things waiting for him.

It was as if something was catching up with him from behind, and he was hurrying forward desperately. He didn't want much, just his family, but these were enough to make him exhausted.

But now, he can relax more. After all, he really likes gambling. It can bring people emotional fluctuations, and the feeling of heaven and hell at the same time is a different pleasure from fighting.

"You are the one who needs help, right? After all, you are the same to me in your own world." Gojo Satoru said, crossing his legs. "What you need to do now is to quickly tell everything and let the strongest solve everything."

Zenin Shin'er casually threw the ticket in his hand away. He glanced at Gojo Satoru, who looked different yet similar to what he remembered.

"After Eri and I leave, the Zenin family will probably no longer exist. By then, we can reduce Kei's tasks and take him out to play more."

He spoke simply and put forward his request, which was so simple that it didn't seem like his style.

"I thought you would want a few hundred million." Gojo Gorao joked with interest, looking at the person in front of him who was different from his impression.

"Tsk," the person who spoke said impatiently, "I'm very rich now, I don't care about yours."

The request made by Zenin Jin'er was quickly agreed to. Gojo Satoru was not the kind of person who would treat Fushiguro Megumi harshly. On the contrary, he was very good to the son of his enemy.

He didn't care whether Gojo Satoru would regret it later, but just said what Gojo Satoru wanted to know most: "I have indeed met Geto Suguru, and Eri's existence is indeed partly due to him."

After seeing that Gojo Satoru was in a visibly better mood, he directly hit back: "That's not him, I'm sure of it."

He punched Gojo Satoru on the shoulder, asking him to reduce the pressure that was suffocating the people around him. He didn't want to attract attention.

Gojo Satoru's smile disappeared. Although the blindfold blocked it, Zenin could still feel him staring at him closely.

"I can't tell you much, and I'm not going to tell you more, just a reminder."

Zenin Shin'er turned his head again. He had no interest in playing tricks with Gojo Satoru. His energy was very limited right now.

They don't have a very good relationship, nor can they chat with each other. After saying what they want to say, it's time for them to leave tactfully.

But the atmosphere seemed to be frozen. The hustle and bustle of the racecourse had no effect on them at all, and the people around them automatically distanced themselves from them.

In such a feasting and revelry scene, Zenin was getting annoyed. Just as he was about to turn around and fight Gojo Satoru, he spoke:

"Zenyuan Shen'er, you are not preparing for your funeral."

His words made Zenyuan Shen'er's face freeze for a moment, but he quickly recovered, but he could not hide from the six eyes' gaze.

Zenin Shin'er lazily leaned back in his chair, took a sip of the beer beside him, and looked at Gojo Satoru who seemed determined to win, and he also gave an answer:

"Well, maybe. Then what?"

This has nothing to do with you, the world of curse arts, and even less to do with Megumi Fushiguro, with whom you are barely related by blood.

This was Zenin Shinji's choice, just like the time when he took up his weapon against Gojo Satoru at the gate of Bankei Sect. It seemed that every choice he made was not very good, but he accepted it with pleasure.

Dead or alive, who cares?