Spell Corrosion

Tokyo, Ginza, 16:25 pm.

Nakahara was also standing in the clothing store holding a crepe, and Gojo Satoru picked it from one side, and gestured to him back and forth with the clothes.

"Hurry up and change!"

Chuya Nakahara stuffed the matching clothes, Gojo Satoru took a big bite out of the crepe, and the blue eyes behind the round sunglasses narrowed in enjoyment because of the sugar.

"……is it necessary?"

"Why not? Chuya, you want to live here. Since it is a life, of course you need everything from clothing to daily necessities." Gojo Satoru held the crepe in one hand and pressed Chuya Nakahara's shoulder with the other. Pushing to the fitting room, "This unfit uniform should be changed quickly."

"Huh? To put it nicely, it's obviously just a nearby surveillance."

"It's guardianship." Gojo Satoru corrected, "Don't be willful, hurry up."

Pushing Nakahara Chuya into the fitting room, Gojo Satoru, who was waiting outside, took out his mobile phone and prepared to assign a new job to the professional aftercare personnel.

The negotiation with Siwuzhuan unexpectedly went smoothly, Gojo Satoru casually bit the crepe, recalling the conversation not long ago while searching for Yijizhi's phone number from the address book.

Unlike the group of stupid pigs in the world of magic arts, Death God alone has the final say on death martial arts.After waking up, the nervous young god of death met with Zhongye, and after confirming that Zhongye's current mental state was stable, he didn't mention the seal again.

"Even so, it's impossible for us to let you run around before we get rid of your arrogance." Kid sat on the middle line of the conference table, "Whether it's for your own safety or for the safety of others I want you to become a student of the Deadly Martial Arts Academy."

Now thinking of Nakahara Chuya's blank expression when he heard this conclusion, Gojo Satoru couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

And the Kid who said this sentence did not get to the middle at all and was at a loss about the direction of the topic: "Your current state is too dangerous. Mr. Gojo said that you became like this after death, but in my opinion you do not belong to the The dead." The god of death who can clearly see the essence of the soul of a living being pointed to the point, "Maybe you don't notice it yourself, but your soul is now in a broken state, it's just a mess."

And Mr. Stan, who may be helpful in the dead martial arts school, is taking his wife and daughter on vacation. Although Kid said that Majia has sent a message to the other party, but because of the time difference, the other party may not come back until tomorrow to have a look. Can you save his broken soul?

"Don't expect too much. Asking others is better than asking yourself. Your best choice is to learn to control your own soul power and repair your own soul by yourself." After all, Stan, the Frankenstein who inserted screws into his head, is not a professional. Kid finally concluded, "Since your soul wavelength matches that of Mr. Gojo, and the High School of Conjuration also agreed to our proposal, then for the time being, Mr. Gojo will be your guardian, and we will help you set up a fixed path. , you can come to the dead martial arts college through the mirror at home during the day to attend classes."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was clearly arranged, agreed to the other party's proposal after thinking about it for a while.

With no memory, nowhere to go, and neither human nor demon, his options are limited.If you don't want to stand alone against the two leading forces in this world, it's better to accept the reality.

Furthermore, the abnormally severe pain when he used his power before and the cracks on his body in the consciousness space all confirmed the other party's words.

Even if he wants to get rid of the current situation, the first thing he has to do is to solve his own hidden dangers, at least to restore to the extent that he can protect himself, so that he has the capital to negotiate conditions.

After buttoning the last button, Nakahara held a black leather choker and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put the choker around his neck.

The temperature in July was too high, and Gojo Satoru brought him a very simple casual suit with three-quarter-length sleeves, and the outer material of the suit was very good without feeling stuffy at all.After taking a last look at himself in the mirror, and making sure there was nothing wrong, Nakahara Chuya left the fitting room with the changed uniform in his arms.

"Yidichi, why do you have so many questions?" Noticing Chuya who had already changed his clothes, Gojo Gojo, who was talking on the phone, subconsciously raised his hand to hook the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and the color came back into view, staring at Chuya's neck He looked at the choker he had chosen for two seconds, and then smiled with an unknown meaning.

"Weird?"

Being stared at a little hairy, Zhong Yuan also lowered his head and took another look at his clothes.

No, this body is clearly matched by the other party, right?

"That's it, I leave the daily necessities and the room to you." He casually conveyed the request to the opposite party, Gojo Satoru ignored the weak protest from the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone directly, "No, it's very suitable. Let's go, still There is something to buy."

"and also?"

Gojo Satoru made a fool of himself, even when telling the taxi driver his destination, he secretly typed on his mobile phone and showed it to the other party, obviously not wanting Chuya to know where he was going.

Too lazy to entangle with the other party on such trivial matters, Nakahara simply ignored the guy who pretended to be mysterious. Anyway, as long as he got there, he would naturally know what Gojo Satoru was up to.

"You want to buy me a car?" His eyes widened in surprise. When Nakahara Nakaya was brought into the car dealership by Gojo Satoru, although he felt that this matter was outrageous in his mind, for some reason, his eyes couldn't help but turned to the booth. Floating on that windy locomotive, "I'm still underage?"

Thinking of the fact that he should only be 15 years old now, Nakahara Zhong didn't realize that he had a disappointed tone at all.

Well, kind of handsome.

His eyes glanced at the crimson locomotive again. The streamlined line design and the high-end configuration at first glance were probably limited editions. The car was very beautiful, and the numbers on the price tag next to it were also very beautiful.

Although the clothes just now were worth a lot of money, but knowing that the dead martial artist can pick up extra money, Houzhong is not worried that he can't afford it, but this car...

Damn, what should I do if I feel a little excited?

"That's right, Chuya doesn't know yet, the students of the dead martial arts college have an amnesty." Looking at Chuya with his thoughts written on his face in a funny way, Gojo Satoru put his arm on Chuya's shoulder, this time he was not photographed Open, facing those cobalt blue eyes that lit up suddenly, resisting the urge to touch his head, Gojo Satoru finished the second half of the sentence, "That Ita took Majia to race on a motorcycle when he was 13 years old, Due to its special status, the Death Martial Arts Specialist has privileges in many aspects."

"How is it?" He lowered his head, twisted a strand of ochre-colored hair around his fingertips, and the bad factors in Gojo Wu's character emerged again, "Do you like it?"

……

Damn it, this guy must have known it from his memory.

The other party was obviously waiting for him to speak.

About half a minute later, Zhong Yuan raised his head: "What do you want from me?"

No one in this world will give to another person for no reason, and all gifts have hidden prices.Central Plains also doesn't think Gojo Satoru is a caring and kind person, at least according to the incoherent part of the memory.

If there is no problem with his ability, he can still guess that the other party intends to use his force, but now, being alone is not worth the other party's trouble.

Or does he actually have a pretty good background?Gojo Satoru, who knows his true identity, plans to use his forgotten "relatives" through him?

But his intuition told Chuya Nakahara that he didn't have that kind of existence.

"Children who want to get gifts at this time should act like a baby. What's your reaction?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand to rub Chuya's head, but was dodged, and he withdrew his hand regretfully. Believe that he really has nothing else to do, "Then let's make an exchange, you have to treat me as your real guardian, and that—" pointing to the locomotive that Zhong Ye took a fancy to, "It is the guardian who gave it to you meet and greet."

"that is it?"

"Yes, that's all." Wujo Satoru nodded.

"Are you so kind?"

"That's right, that's right, let's start here first." Gojo Satoru squeezed Chuya's cheeks, and the latter reflexively blocked the hand approaching his cheek, but his hair was messed up by the trend, "To the guardian Call your name well."

No malice was felt.

The soul wavelength transmitted by the other party did not taste like a lie.

Although they still can't get used to this force well, the wavelengths that were in tune because of the coincident resonance before have been remembered by the broken soul.

Zhong Yuanzhong only hesitated for a short time, and finally decided to trust the other party once: "Mr. Wutiao."

"So unfamiliar, Chuya!" With three words of dissatisfaction written on his face, Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks to protest the stranger's address, "Reject!"

"Five?"

"Are you my classmate or my colleague?"

Isn't there only one choice left?

Zhongyuan Zhong also failed to call out the title several times.

"Global limited edition Oh Chuya, this is the only one in Japan. I used my connections to persuade the boss to sell it."

Demon Whispers is no different.

Annoyed, he grabbed his red hair that had been messed up by the other party, and a blush climbed to the base of his ears at some point, and Zhongyuan finally gave up and struggled as if giving up on himself: "Ah, ah, ah, ah! You are so annoying! Is Wu Zong okay?!"

"Correct answer, Chuuya must remember it in the future."

The author has something to say: Five articles: No, what is the other value that can’t be drawn, Zhongya, you are still here at your age, smile

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Cute boys go out to protect themselves

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Not surprisingly, it was updated at 12 o'clock in the morning before being listed on the list, and it will be updated the next day

If there is an update, it will be updated at 12 noon

——感谢在2020-12-1810:54:14~2020-12-1823:49:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Can all the cards be read, Wife Jun, Bodhizi under the tree, Ye Shazi, Villain Knight, Drunk Maniac ing1;

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