Tearing, gnawing, accompanied by bursts of low roars.

Jiro behaves extremely crazy and ferocious, but it bites ...... It turned out to be its own hind legs!

Under the short white hairs, bright red blood marks soon emerged, which were very conspicuous.

…

Fujiwara Mankoku's eyes widened, and the blade raised high stopped in the air.

This powerful political figure never thought that when he really got close to his dog, it would be like this.

Jiro was still biting desperately, but time seemed to stand still.

…

After a moment, Fujiwara opened his mouth, as if to call again, the name he hadn't called in a long time.

His hand holding the knife also subconsciously stretched forward, as if he wanted to gently caress his Jiro as before......

But in exchange for Jiro's more ferocious bite!

— to its own hind legs.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Pain, hatred, anger, helplessness......

The trembling wail conveys complex emotions that make people's hearts beat.

…

Fujiwara Wanguo silently put away his knife and slowly retreated.

As he moved away, Jiro's bite on himself finally eased.

It wasn't until Fujiwara Mankoku retreated and waited beside the butler in the distance that Jiro finally quieted down.

But its hind leg is already dripping with blood...... It's a little unbearable to look at it directly.

…

Jiro sticks out his tongue and carefully licks his wounds.

But its hind legs were constantly shaking because of the severe pain.

Everyone stared at it silently and did not speak.

…

After a long time, Jiro stopped licking, stuck out his tongue with a "smile", and lay quietly on the ground...... It's as if nothing had happened.

Fujiwara Wanguo suddenly spoke: "Lord of the Erquan Domain, can you please explain?" ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan said calmly: "Where are the incense cases and incense burners used for doing things?" ”

"You guy, didn't you hear the teacher?" Beside Fujiwara Wankoku, the middle-aged butler who had been silent suddenly said urgently: "The teacher is asking you, Jiro, what the hell is going on!" ”

"Shut up, Sasaki!" Fujiwara Wanguo was always observing Mu Yuan, and he waited until the housekeeper finished speaking, and then he scolded in hindsight: "Why don't you go and move the incense case and incense burner over!?" ”

"This ...... Yes, Teacher! ”

The butler named Sasaki bowed down and retreated, and soon took two subordinates to prepare all the magic weapons that Mu Yuan wanted.

However, the Zen pattern cloth on the incense table and the pattern on the incense burner do not match at all, and it can be seen that these things are all improvised patchwork.

Mu Yuan naturally didn't care about this, he sat on the futon prepared by Fujiwara, and read the scriptures left by the old host.

That's the standard process for going to a private home – talking to the Dharma, chanting sutras, packing up things and leaving.

As for other things......

Mu Yuan didn't plan to get involved, this matter of the Fujiwara family is a bit complicated, if it weren't for the fact that the commission was given by Suzuki Jiroyoshi, a perfect heart, he would have turned his head and left directly.

Instead of bothering to take care of the bad things in an ordinary person's house, it is better to get money and go home quickly, and continue to practice karate with the members of the women's karate club of Didan High School.

Although Mao Lilan herself didn't know how to open the "door", behind the door, the power she possessed was unquestionable.

Mu Yuan felt that as long as he continued to observe carefully and experience it himself, he would definitely be able to gain something.

…

Forty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Fujiwara Wankoku, Suzuki Sonoko and others also listened to Muyuan's "humming" for forty minutes.

Mu Yuan finally stopped.

But just when everyone thought that the "main show" was about to begin......

Mu Yuan dusted off the dust on his robe, came to Suzuki Jiroyoshi with a calm face, made a Buddhist salute with his hands folded, and then said, "Jiroji Advisor, Miss Sonoko, let's go, it's over." ”

“？？？” Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but say at first: "That's it?" ”

Mu Yuan smiled slightly and said: "The normal ritual is thirty minutes, for the sake of the additional payment from Jiroji's advisor, I deliberately extended it for ten minutes without additional charge." ”

“……”

Mu Yuan's words were not silenced, and everyone present heard them.

Their expressions were different, but there was no doubt that none of them were calm.

Especially Fujiwara Wanguo, his face was almost as black as the suit on the butler's body.

Suzuki Sonoko quietly glanced at Fujiwara Wankoku, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly pulled Mu Yuan to the corner and said:

"Hey, Mu Yuan! You promised me to save Jiro! ”

Mu Yuan nodded: "At that time, I didn't say no. ”

"Whew-" Sonoko Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why don't you hurry up......"

"Haven't you already been saved?"

"Already...... Saved? ”

"Do you think that after seeing that scene, that congressman named Fujiwara Wankoku would still want Jiro to be euthanized?"

"This ...... But ......"

"No, but, if you don't go back soon, you won't be able to catch up with Miss Xiaolan's training in the afternoon."

“……”

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Mu Yuan's back walking away in amazement, and scolded in his heart: [Hopeless martial idiot! Looking for a boyfriend, you must not find such a martial idiot! 】

…

After explaining to Suzuki Sonoko, Mu Yuan picked up a bottle of mineral water on the table, and prepared to leave directly along the way.

As he walked, he unscrewed the cap and poured it up tons by tons, without looking at Fujiwara Wanguo at all during the whole process.

It wasn't until Mu Yuan was about to walk into the corridor leading to the inner room that Fujiwara Wanguo finally couldn't help but speak:

"Host Mu Yuan, since you can see Jiro's problem at a glance, then you must have a way to restore Jiro to his original state, right?"

"As long as you can restore Jiro to his original state, the old man owes you a favor!"

Because Mu Yuan's figure was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Fujiwara Wanguo's last sentence was almost shouted.

As a member of Congress, he stood there and yelled...... It doesn't seem like there's a problem, after all, that's how meetings are usually held.

…

On the other side, Mu Yuan put down the mineral water bottle, thought for a moment, looked at the housekeeper who was already sweating profusely, and then looked at Fujiwara Wanguodao: "Not interested." ”

The butler, known as "Sasaki", quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But Fujiwara Wanguo was stunned and said: "If you are not interested, it means that the host of Muyuan can indeed do it, so ......"

"As long as the host Muyuan can cure Jiro, then the old man is willing to agree to a request from the host Muyuan!"

"A request?" Mu Yuan stopped again and said calmly: "Any request is okay?" ”

Fujiwara Wanguo smiled confidently: "No matter what Host Muyuan wants to do, or what he wants, as long as it is in the book, even if the old man can't do it for the time being, the future ...... I will be able to do it! ”

"Even if the host of Mu Yuan wants the old man to help you subdue the little minions under your domain, there is no problem."

"But it depends...... Mu Yuan didn't dare to make such a request. ”

"So......" Mu Yuan walked back from a stroll, but did not speak immediately.

On the side, Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and whispered: "This old man is a strong candidate for the future prime minister!" ”

Mu Yuan and Suzuki Sonoko glanced at each other, and said decisively: "Then I want the knife in your hand." ”

"What!?" The crowd was shocked.

Sonoko Suzuki patted her forehead: [Hopeless martial idiot! 】