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The next second, Zenyuan Naobin, who felt he was in the wrong so he didn't hide, was punched hard by the old man and stood obediently.

Without looking at the big bulging bag, the father and son continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"Even if you ignore a bunch of things, at least let me hear your thoughts. Do you think the head of the family is having a hard time?"

"That's not enough, Zhibiren." The head of the Chanyuan family sighed. His temples are already gray, and wrinkles have crawled onto his skin like a curse from God, giving him an old look.

But there is no retirement for spellcasters. Even if the head of the Chanyuan family steps down from his position as the head of the family, what awaits him is not a retirement life of fishing, strolling, and sunbathing.

If you think so, why not stay as the head of the family?

Before that certain death comes.

"Can you see? The future of the Chanyuan family. The past is a foregone conclusion, and what is left to us is the result of accumulation. The Chanyuan family has survived a thousand years, and after my death, we can really usher in another thousand years. I can’t see it here. Maybe I can only see the answer when I get down there.”

He said and smiled again: "Maybe after seeing it, there is nothing left to do."

"But it's better than staying here. It's too much to let an old man worry about whether his long-standing family line will quickly decline after his death."

The people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan watched him silently, as if they were witnessing this great moment.

It was so brief yet gorgeous that he couldn't bear to look away.

"It's nice to say it, but in the end, you still gave me all the difficult things. I can't see clearly in the future, but I can already see Shan's expression staring at me."

"Yes, yes." The head of the Chanyuan family did not deny it, and agreed quite openly.

"Is this unbearable? There are more troublesome things."

The people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan felt an ominous premonition emerging from the bottom of their hearts.

Let the head of the Zenyuan family still feel that the bold move is after getting rid of the position of the head of the family. Even attracting the attention of the senior officials of the Zen Yuan, the workload of having to face a large number of internal and external troubles, and the hatred of the Zen Yuan fans were completely unable to withstand it.

Has he touched upon the deep-rooted system of the Chanyuan family? He thought to himself.

The old man told the plan in a very calm tone, but the people directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan opened their eyes in shock.

"How can it be possible? I'm already past the age of believing that love and magic can bring miracles!"

"I don't believe it, Dhivi."

As if he was disgusted by the surprise of the person directly next to the Zen Yuan, the old man thought deeply and said: "I just can't help but believe that there is a possibility. As long as I give him a chance, he will not let me down. No matter how ineffective or careless, It would be embarrassing to take him out, he shouldn’t be a disciple of the Chanyuan family.”

"But he's a good kid."

Listen to this.

Who would initiate changes just because they see a good child? Not only will there be no results at all in a short period of time, it is even possible that he, who has stepped down as the head of the family, will be quietly eliminated by the higher-ups as if he were trying to kill a donkey.

But he is like a grandfather who likes his grandson so much that he can't help but suppress everything.

Ridiculous, naive, daydreaming.

but.

"That's it." People directly adjacent to the Zen Yuan heard him saying.

Of course, the position of the head of the family cannot be decided today and announced immediately tomorrow. There are still many things that can be done before this. With the help of the next unofficial head of the Chanyuan family, the head of the Zenyuan family can be said to have stepped on the bottom line of the upper class's tolerance to promote some incredible innovations.

As for how many internal negotiations they have to go through, this kind of thing is not within the scope of Gintoki's consideration.

Gintoki only knew that he could get the magic tool.

And he still received two at one time, which was considered a big loss for the Zen Yuan family.

Gintoki thought that he was not an expert on these things, so he even called Jinji, who had not appeared for a long time, to join him. That was the warehouse of the Chanyuan family, and Jier felt that unless he forced his way in, he might not be able to get in for the rest of his life.

In the end, it was Gintoki, who was only half his height, who brought Shiji inside.

Passing through the barrier that can protect against the intrusion of special-level curse spirits, what comes into view is the warehouse that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Chanyuan family. Whether it is the building itself or the mysterious atmosphere it exudes, you can see its long historical heritage.

However, both Gintoki and Shir only glanced at each other.

He entered it with his eyes.

"Those people are willing to give you the curse tools, and completely sell themselves out? Gintoki." Jiner speculated on the thoughts of the upper-class bigwigs of the Zenin family without any malicious intent.

Because this is the truth!

The lower-class people only have useful tools and useless waste, such a straightforward gap.

In order to make the tools more useful, it is understandable to apply some lubricant from time to time.

But who would decorate the tools with priceless diamonds?

Although the curse tools focus more on practical functions, considering the high price and rarity, in Jiner's eyes, this is what it means.

Gintoki must have completely sold himself to the Zenin family.

For a moment, Jiner looked at Gintoki with some hesitation.

Is it really okay to just take the curse tools that Gintoki exchanged his life for?

But if you really have to choose, it would be better to take it. Jiner will definitely choose to take it.

Just taking it does not prevent Jiner from having some strange emotions. Even though it was difficult for him to feel some love for this nominal brother purely out of a sense of responsibility, he felt that this was a bit bad out of human nature.

Gintoki stared back with dead fish eyes without any ripples.

No way, the emotions contained were so rich, was he set up like this? Wouldn't it be better to correct it? But compared to this kind of thing, does Gintoki have to look back like this? Can these dead fish eyes really carry so many things?

"I always feel that in your head, Gintoki's setting has changed drastically, but can you not change it first. This is the reward I deserve. If you were allowed to go, you might want to kill him after meeting him, just this level of kid."

It's a pity that there is no curse tool now, and the defense can't be broken at all.

Jiner frowned. The children of the Zenin family can run around everywhere, so the kids of other families don't matter. It's just that except...

"The six eyes of the Gojo family?" Jiner glanced at him and walked straight inside.

Gintoki didn't refute, and Jiner didn't need to confirm it.

No matter how easily he said that he was just taking care of the child, the situation Gintoki faced had not changed. It was just that his natural position made it impossible for him to simply become friends with Gojo Satoru, and the friendship of a child could not be more easily exploited.

Gintoki, who was in the game, could not even be said to be a person with personal consciousness, but just a machine that obeyed orders.

At the critical moment, friendship and himself would turn into a sharp knife stabbing Gojo Satoru.

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