Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

He gently nudged Gojo Satoru, "A laborer should act like a laborer. When you get to the Fushiguro family, handling the boxes and packages will be your job."

"Why should I! Jay has to move too!"

“Jay has to take care of two kids, what about you?”

"I'll bring myself!"

"Then you'll only bring yourself today."

Nanako and Mimiko couldn't understand what the adults were arguing about, but they could sense that the atmosphere was very relaxed.

They had already emerged from behind Xia Youjie, each tugging at his clothes from either side, curiously examining him.

……

Fuhei family.

As soon as Duanmu Yan pushed open the courtyard gate, two small figures sprang out of the house.

Maki buried her face in Duanmu Yan's legs, gripping his trousers tightly with both hands. Zhenyi followed behind, a beat slower than her sister, but she precisely slipped under Maki's arm and hugged his other leg.

Two heads huddled together, nuzzling against his thigh: "Lord Duanmu!"

Duanmu Yan bent down, touching Maki's head with one hand and gently patting Mayi's back with the other.

He looked down and asked what they had for lunch, and Zhenyi looked up and solemnly recited the names of the dishes.

With the Tuonado armor in hand, he could freely travel back and forth between the high school and this place, occasionally taking the four little ones out to eat, drink, and have fun.

The Zen temple sisters' dependence on him was just like Nanako and Mimiko's dependence on Natsume... He wasn't their father, but he was more like one.

The kitchen door opened, and Fushiguro Miki poked half her body out, still holding half of an unfinished rice ball in her hand. "Welcome, esteemed guests! Lord Duanmu, Lord Gojo, and this must be Lord Natsuyu, right? Please come in."

She hurriedly put down the rice ball and wiped her hands with her apron.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. He stood by the entrance and looked to his left. Maki and Mayu were hanging on Duanmu Yan's body, chattering away. He looked to his right. Nanako and Mimiko had pulled Natsumi to a cushion in the corner.

He stood in the middle, with nothing beneath his feet.

Chapter 143 There are always good people and bad people in the world

Why is there nothing under his feet?

Young Master Gojo was very unhappy. Everyone else was raising children, so why didn't he have any?

He desperately needs two adorable little kids to cuddle up at his feet and comfort him...

Isn't the order reversed?

Gojo Satoru scanned the room but couldn't find anyone.

So he stood in the middle of the corridor with his hands on his hips and shouted, "Where is Huihui?"

Fushiguro Miki poked her head out from the kitchen again. "Ah, you mean my younger brother? He's taking a bath. He should be ready soon."

Just as he finished speaking, the bathroom door clicked open.

Fushiguro Megumi walked out in slippers, her hair wet and hanging down her head, water droplets dripping from the ends.

He heard the noise in the living room, glanced over there, and sighed. He knew it was those noisy guys who had come.

Duanmu Yan was playing a game with the Zen temple sisters when he looked up and saw the person at the bathroom door. His hand trembled involuntarily, and Gojo Satoru also clutched his chest.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar.

There's no way around it, once this kid lets his hair down, he's practically a carbon copy of his father.

Gojo Satoru teleported over, squatted down, grabbed Fushiguro Megumi's shoulders with both hands, and solemnly said, "Megumi, kneel down, I have a favor to ask of you."

Fuhei Hui frowned, the towel still draped around her neck, and stared at him impatiently. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm in a hurry to dry my hair."

"No matter what, you must keep your urchin haircut." Gojo Satoru's tone was as serious as if he were reciting the highest commandment of the sorcery world. "Never let your hair down in front of me. Remember that, our Gojo family has always had urchin haircuts for generations."

Fushiguro Megumi frowned. Although he had no idea what this guy was talking about, his intuition told him that nodding was the right thing to do.

Gojo Satoru let out a long sigh of relief, visibly relaxing. Then he stood up, reverting to his usual carefree demeanor, clapped his hands, and opened his arms: "Come on, let's hug."

Fushiguro Megumi walked right past him, draped a towel over her shoulder, and walked barefoot down the corridor to go back to her room to dry her hair.

The door closed gently behind him, and the young master of the fifth generation, who needed comforting, squatted on the spot with his arms outstretched, heartbroken.

Duanmu Yan untied the knot on Maki's shoelaces, retied a bow, stood up, and clapped his hands: "Listen up, everyone, we're moving to Tokyo soon. Pack your personal belongings. Don't bring anything you can't take. Buy anything you need when you get to the vocational high school."

The destination of this trip is a vocational college, and Teacher Ye'e has agreed; having a few more children is a good thing.

The things were packed quickly. Duanmu Yan rented a minivan and a small truck. The things to be taken were loaded onto the truck, and the three adults and six children got into the minivan.

After a busy day, the six children were all asleep in the back two rows.

Maki leaned against Mai, Nanako leaned against Mimiko, Megumi Fushiguro's head was tilted against the car window, and Miki's hand was still on the insulated bag containing the rice balls.

Gojo Satoru glanced at her and lowered his voice unusually: "She's already asleep. I must say, Megumi is quite cute when she's asleep."

Duanmu Yan said, "Actually, all six little guys are quite cute."

Xia Youjie leaned back in his chair, looking at the two sleeping faces pressed together in the rearview mirror. Even though they were asleep, Nanako's little hand was still clutching his clothes.

"Okay. I'm tired from playing, so I'll go to sleep."

He paused, his voice lowering further, "They've been consciously trying to please me. Even when they're being affectionate, they're secretly observing my expression."

He looked at Nanako's small hand clutching his clothes in the rearview mirror, "It's not hard to imagine what kind of life they lived before."

Duanmu Yan reached over from the driver's seat and patted his shoulder: "It's okay. With you as their adoptive father, they will be happy every day from now on."

Xia Youjie looked up at himself in the rearview mirror and said, "Well, that makes sense."

Because the back row was full, Duanmu Yan and Xia Youjie decided to let Wutiao Wu go back first.

Gojo Satoru pointed at the two of them with a displeased look: "You two are really going to leave me stranded halfway?"

"There are no seats left. Go back by yourself," Duanmu Yan said.

“For the dignified head of the Gojo family, teleporting back is just a matter of a few minutes.” Xia Youjie leaned out from the passenger seat, smiling gently.

"You two just wait..." Gojo Satoru's shouts were left far behind by the van, growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until they finally became a small black dot jumping up and down.

He cursed a few times, pushed up his sunglasses, looked at the empty highway, and then at the taillights of cars that were almost out of sight in the distance.

Now, there are no children at my feet, and they're not even in my sight anymore.

The young master sullenly put his hands in his pockets and teleported away.

……

In the car, Duanmu Yan held the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other to scan the screen. He then said, "The people in charge of monitoring the village sent a message that the village chief and his family have been arrested by the police. This family has committed numerous crimes over the decades, and they won't be out for decades."

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. "Is that so?"

Duanmu Yan nodded and put his phone back in his pocket: "Yes, and because the atmosphere there is so bad, the government has decided to send people down to strengthen management."

The road ahead stretched straight out in the sunlight, and the side roads hidden by greenery were quickly passed by.

"So, don't condemn all people because of one incident. There are still people in this world who uphold justice. Even if they are not sorcerers, they are doing the right thing in their own way."

Xia Youjie didn't reply immediately. He lowered his head, gently placed Cai Cai Zi's small hand, which was clenched on the hem of his clothes, back onto her knee, and then turned to look at the six sleeping children in the back row.

Looking at the haphazardly arranged little figures on the bus, he couldn't help but smile. "Yes. There are always good people and bad people in the world, and we're here to save the good people, right?"

Duanmu Yan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and nodded with a smile.

It seems he has finally convinced this paranoid guy.

"Yeah. You know I have a history of killing bad guys. As for Wu, not to mention him, he might not only ignore people who do bad things, but he might even kick them a couple of times."

Xia Youjie chuckled and slapped his leg: "Yeah, that's exactly what he would do."

Chapter 144 We are mature adults

"Ah, what adorable little girls!" Riko had just run down from the training field when she rushed over like a gust of wind, ignoring Fushiguro Megumi who was walking at the front, and scooped Mimiko and Nanako into her arms.

"It's so soft..."

She buried her face between the two little girls and rubbed against them, completely unaware that the two little ones had frozen like wooden figures.

They had been in the village for too long and were only affectionate towards Xia Youjie. Even when Duanmu Yan patted their heads, he could feel the two little ones' shoulders tighten slightly, let alone being so close to a complete stranger.

"Hey, don't be so friendly. Nanako and Mimiko are a little shy." Xia Youjie reached out his hand, looking helpless.

Duanmu Yan nodded in agreement and added, "These two little ones are indeed very shy. Be careful, they might punch you in the chest with their little fists."

"Huh?" Riko looked down and saw the two little girls in her arms looking up at her with pitiful expressions. Their eyes were watery and their lips were pouting, but they weren't crying. Their restrained expressions were even more heart-wrenching than if they had cried.

Her girlish heart was instantly ignited, shooting from her chest to her limbs, making her feel all warm. "They're just too cute! How can I stop watching!"

Duanmu Yan had no choice but to speak gently to the two little ones, "Don't be afraid, Riko is just a little too enthusiastic. You can imagine her as me."

"I don't want to become you!" Riko retorted without hesitation, turning around. "How can someone as smelly as you be snuggled up with a sweet and soft little girl?"

Duanmu Yan felt as if he had been shot in the chest and knelt on the ground.

Xia Youjie reached out and patted his shoulder. "It's okay, Duanmu. I know you don't sweat."

Duanmu Yan squatted on the ground and replied sullenly, "Thanks."

Just then, Gojo Satoru came walking from the other end of the mountain path carrying large and small bags; he had gone to buy desserts on the way.

It's fortunate that this isn't happening in a middle school; otherwise, if he went out to buy something and came back to find his prized student about to be exorcised by a level-two cursed spirit, the sky would fall.

He squatted down first and distributed the snacks from the bag to several children. Duanmu Yan casually reached out to take one.

Gojo Satoru teleported instantly, appearing three steps away with the bag. He held up a finger and earnestly explained, "These desserts are fine for kids, but adults will easily get cavities from eating them."

Duanmu Yan: "???"

"Aren't you saying it backwards?"

"No way!"

After distributing the snacks, the children dispersed. Nanako and Mimiko hid behind Natsumi Yujie on either side, Maki and Maya clung to Duanmu Yan's legs, and Fukuro Megumi pulled Tsumiki to sit on the bench next to them, where she was unpacking the boxes.

Why is it that only the eldest son of the five young masters is standing there without a child underneath him?!

He teleported to the side of the bench, squeezed himself into the gap between Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki, and put his long arms around their shoulders. Fushiguro Megumi struggled a couple of times, but was pushed back down.