I will finally be a partner in justice

ps: After thinking about it carefully, Shirou's situation is really not a prospective follower, it should still belong to the concept of subordinate, so I made a mistake in the previous paragraph, bow and apologize.Go and change the previous article.

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Chapter 20 Shilang Dream Butterfly![Second more]

Wearing Ultraman's leather case, Shirou took Sakura's hand and hurried towards Xindu.

This is the Fuyuki Bridge that connects the Shinto and Fukayama Town.

When the pedestrians on the road saw Shi Lang's outfit of Ultra Seven, they couldn't help turning their heads slightly, looking at them with novelty on their faces.

In this era, the house culture has not yet risen, and Cos***y is also a novelty.

Shirou ignored these gazes, and after another battle, the six-year-old body was overwhelmed, making him very tired, and he had no extra energy to care about the sights of these people.

At this time, Kozakura stopped leaving.

"What's the matter, Sakura?" Shirou turned his head to look at her.

Kozakura squatted down, covering her pretty face with her hands, tears streaming down her palms, "What should I do, what should I do..."

Must be scared, and very painful, right?

Shiro couldn't sit idly by.A girl who was only five years old, who was supposed to enjoy the joy of childhood and the love of her parents, was finally abandoned by her parents and indirectly pushed into the hellish nest.

Sure, very scared, right?

Shi Lang paused, hugged her, softly caring: "Don't be afraid, I am here. Brother is here."

Kozakura also stretched out her hand to hug him, and tears rolled down her face to Shirou's shoulder, "What should I do? What should I do, brother? Dad, mom, they don't want me. Everyone doesn't want me anymore. "

"No one would want you. After all, Sakura is so cute and well-behaved. Moreover, even if everyone doesn't want Sakura, my brother will always protect Sakura." Shirou said softly.

"Really?" Kozakura stopped crying, looking at Shirou with teary eyes.

"Make a promise." Shi Lang stretched out his little finger.

"Ok."

Sakura hooked her left little finger up.

"Hanging on the hook will not change for a hundred years. Those who have changed will have to swallow a thousand needles."

While talking, the last two thumbs pressed.

The agreement was established.

Seeing Kozakura no longer crying, looking relieved, Shirou stood up and smiled: "Let's go home."

"But, do I still have a home?"

"Of course there is, Aunt Xiaoqing, Uncle Mingtian, but they are all waiting for you."

"Don't they hate Sakura?"

"Of course not. They love Sakura."

...

Shiro took Sakura home.

Of course, you can’t go home directly like this, but jump to the second floor first, enter from the window, replace the Ultraman leather jacket on your body, tuck it under the bed, and then wear a long gown to cover your injured arm. Then jump back to the first floor and enter through the door.

"You kid, don't say a word when you go out. You came back so late. Where did you go?" Mrs. Fujimaru scolded Shirou's ear with a scorched face.

"I went to see Sakura." Shirou said aggrievedly.My own [hint] only spent one night, and it's useless now. I knew I had adjusted the time longer.

"Sakura?"

"Yeah. Sakura will continue to live in our house. Hmm. The Tosaka family agreed."

"Is that so? That's great." Mrs. Fujimaru's eyes looked at Sakura behind Shirou in surprise.

"That... that... Aunt Young Qing. Next, excuse me, I'll disturb auntie." Sakura shyly twisted, but she still said hello politely.

"I can't talk about interrupting." Mrs. Fujimaru hugged Sakura and smiled: "You can stay as long as you want to stay at aunt's house."

This attitude...this one is your own, right?Shiro thought a little aggrieved.

Mrs. Fujimaru accepted Sakura normally.

Although Mr. Fujimaru had some worries about the Tosaka family, he didn't care too much when he heard Shirou say that the Tosaka family agreed.

"You two, come in and eat! Today, I made tempura!" said Mrs. Fujimaru.

"Yeah! The craftsmanship is not as good as ever." Shirou tasted it and gave a true evaluation.

Mrs. Fujimaru’s forehead had a "well", and then with a "boom", Shiro was punched out of the head by Mrs. Fujimaru.

"Is it delicious?" Mrs. Fujimaru smiled kindly.

Shirou smiled contemptuously. Is he like the kind of person who can be coerced by force?

joke!

He is not like, he is!

"Okay... delicious! As expected of my mother, the Sailor Moon known as the sacred hand of the cook!" Shirou smiled flatteringly.

Mrs. Fujimaru turned her head to look at Sakura, and asked, "Sakura, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious. Auntie has time, so please ask me." Sakura put down her chopsticks and said seriously.

"Of course it can." Mrs. Fujimaru smiled.

The night is charming.

It's fun.

After dinner, Mr. Fujimaru announced that his work has come to an end, and the day after tomorrow he can sign a contract and then travel with his family!

Shiro was the first to applaud this.

Not only can you go out to play, you can also escape the Fourth Holy Grail War.And after going out, there is no need to worry about the Jian Tong family and the Tosaka family coming to ask for children, it is simply enough!

After the meal, Shirou, who experienced the adventure of life and death, was tired and ready to go to sleep.

However, just after taking a shower, putting on Doraemon's pajamas and getting into the bed, Sakura stood at the door.