Spell Corrosion

In the infirmary of the High School of Magic and Magic in the next day.

No, it might be more appropriate to call this an anatomy room. After all, under the inversion technique, the wounds that can be cured can be healed within a few minutes, and those that cannot be cured... have been dissected on the spot.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the chair next to the dissection table, with his arms stretched out on the back of the chair, the back of his head pressed against the wall behind him, and there was a sense of depression all over his body, as usual The appearance of the self-talk formed a sharp contrast.

"What about the dead body? Why, all the dessert shops in Tokyo closed down overnight?"

The housekeeper was holding a cup of steaming coffee. The strong bitter taste of the unsweetened pure coffee made Gojo Satoru wrinkle his nose, and raised his head bit by bit against the wall.

"Wow, this curse is so vicious, Nitro quickly take this sentence back!"

"Then you don't go to class, what are you doing squatting here?" Jia Ruozi took a sip of his coffee, took out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and unlit it.

"Didn't you quit smoking, Nitro?"

"That's why I didn't take out the lighter."

"Okay...Actually, Nitro, let me ask you a question." Gojo Satoru stood up, a little more energetic than the decadent look just now, "I kissed Chuya yesterday, and now he doesn't talk to me, what do you think? what is the reason?"

The corners of Naruko's mouth twitched, and she looked at her former classmates with miraculous eyes. If it hadn't been for the torment of three years of high school life that made her adapt to Wujo Wu's being different from ordinary people, she would have spilled the coffee she was holding with a shake of her hand by now. up.

"Chuya Zhongyuan? The child you brought back?"

There are too many slots in Wujowu's sentence, and the amount of information is large and dense.Very good, it's time for her to give Gojo Satoru a book. I don't know if there is any great writer who can publish a "Being a Person" and other species sublimation encyclopedias.

"Didn't you just say the reason why he ignored you?"

Gojo Satoru was confused: "What?"

"For example, if the principal wants to kiss you forcefully, will you give the principal a set of magic spells?"

"No, how can it be the same!" Gojo Satoru imagined the scene and shook his head quickly.

No, he had to recall last night and get Principal Moth's face out of his head.

With a forceful fingertip, Jia Ruozi snapped the unlit cigarette in half directly from the filter.

"It's not the same?" Jia Ruozi pushed the accidentally broken cigarette, and the shreds of tobacco in it fell off under her action, and piled up on the white coat she was wearing, "Let me ask without hope, Did he say anything after you kissed him?"

"Chung also let me explain."

"Then how did you answer it?" Just as Jia Ruozi finished asking, he made a gesture of waiting, and put the coffee cup in his hand on the table first, so as to save himself from accidentally dropping the cup when he heard the answer. Take the coffee and throw it on the head of Gojo Gojo.

"I said, because I suddenly found out." Gojo Satoru changed his posture, and put his hands off the back of the chair to support his sides. Even though he was completely relaxed at the moment, there was even a slight hint of happiness at the corners of his mouth. Smiling, but Jia Ruzi subconsciously stepped on the floor and moved the wheelchair chair under him back a certain distance until the back of the chair hit the desk behind him.

Since she became a support medical worker, Jiarui Nitzi seldom went to the front line to face threats of life and death. The feeling of walking on the wire and taking one wrong step would be irreversible, but at this moment was conveyed to her by her companions.

"I want to get him."

In fact, the current feeling of Jiajin Glass is far less than one ten-thousandth of what Zhongyuan Zhongye felt last night.

"What do you mean?"

At that time, Chuya Nakahara was sitting on the seat of the motorcycle with his legs crossed, waiting for Gojo Satoru to escape from the crowd in the parking lot outside the amusement park.

In fact, Nakahara could also find countless explanations for Gojo Satoru's behavior. Even if Gojo Satoru said that it was just a prank that crossed the border, he would not be too surprised, but at that time, the eyes that were so close at hand were too far away. The serious look killed all the sophistry he could think of.

He couldn't convince himself that it was just a whim of Gojo Satoru's accident.

There was still a shoe print on the man who was kicked into the sky by him, Gojo Satoru stood still in front of him.This time, he kept a certain distance from Zhong Ye very quietly, even if this distance would be completely erased as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"What do you mean, Chuya has seen my memory before?" Gojo Satoru said a little casually, at first those eyes did not look directly at Zhongya, but stayed on the black spot between Zhongya's neck On the collar, "Since this is the case, Zhong should know something about me? At least, he should know more than the people around me."

In those memories, there are abnormalities that he has never mentioned, and there is the Gojo Satoru that is so real that it is crazy.He clearly knows that he is different from ordinary people, but he arrogantly thinks that it is not his fault, that he should be self-willed and self-centered.He didn't intend to adapt to this world, so he planned to send the magic world to a cleansing from beginning to end, so that his living environment could adapt to him.

And self-awareness is very clear Gojo Satoru silently recited the dark thoughts that had arisen in his heart.

As expected, he still wanted the one and only one that bloomed in the filthy abyss, that unswerving loyalty and unreserved devotion.

It's not a polite relationship of "I don't ask about your personal affairs", but a deeper, closer relationship than this, which allows his abnormality to be settled.

Gojo Satoru's eyes followed the curve of his neck upwards, and without the cover of the sunglasses, his scorching sight brushed over his bare skin like substance, and Zhongyuan Zhong could clearly feel where the other party's gaze was because of the response Stimulation produces numbness at the nerve endings.

Rage God, who once stood at the top of the food chain in the world of superhumans, instinctively recognized that it was a predator of the same type as himself boldly and boldly displaying his aggression, aggressively breaking into his territory with an undeniable attitude Claim sovereignty.

The index finger hooked the collar, and Gojo Satoru's first knuckle squeezed into the gap between the collar and Adam's apple. While leaning over, he pulled Nakaya, who was leaning on the motorcycle, towards him. Before the distance was close to the edge of danger, The dark red gravity took over Gojo Satoru's control over his body.

"I want you."