Spell Corrosion

In midsummer evening, the temperature is suitable for drag racing.

"Did you plan ahead?"

Not only the locomotive, but also the license plate and procedures. Zhong Yuan took the car keys handed over by the boss, stepped into the car, and pumped the oil on the spot. The roar of the engine obviously pleased him.

For the sake of the car, Nakahara decided not to pursue Gojo Gojo's trick of tricking him into calling him by name.

"I remember this slander, okay?" He stepped into the back seat of the car with great interest, and Gojo Satoru consciously put his arms around the waist of the young man in front of him, "Do you want to try the car? From here to the destination, it probably won't be too late." To 50 kilometers, the destination is here." Gojo Satoru opened the map with Nakaya in his arms, "The seasonal limited kakimori ice cream at this dessert shop in Kanagawa is super delicious. We can just pass by this time Catch it before closing."

After a general glance at the route, Zhongya Nakahara turned on the gas without saying hello and rushed out. The red locomotive crashed into the traffic and passed by a Honda that happened to turn slowly.

The huge acceleration in an instant threw Gojo Satoru back, feeling the hand around his waist tightened a little more, Nakahara also made a soft "cut".

"Isn't Zhong trying to throw me off?" 7

Gojo Satoru pinched his waist through his clothes in a threatening manner, and the red-haired boy who was passing by in the traffic trembled, the tires and the asphalt road made an obvious friction sound, and he almost flew out with the car.

"Be more honest!"

"Hi hi."

Drag racing really makes people feel happy, especially at this point in time when the vicious sun has subsided a lot, because the wind brought by the speed blows away the heat from the body.

The dessert shop Gojo Satoru mentioned was in Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture. It took less than an hour to drive there from Ginza, and at the speed of Chuya, the two stepped into the dessert shop just before closing at six o'clock.

"Pakisei Persimmon~" Gojo Satoru jumped off the locomotive with a brisk tone, and the wind chime on the door made a pleasant ding-dong sound when he pushed the door, "Does Chuya have anything else to eat besides persimmon shaved ice? I recommend the season Limited apricot Imagawa yaki, how about it, do you want to try it?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's hand that locked the car paused for a moment: "You can decide."

A good-looking face can sometimes really add points. Being looked at with such a face full of expectations, even if you know that the other party is probably pretending to be cute, Zhong Yuanzhong also finds helplessly that he seems to have nothing to do with him.

Obviously, the other party should be a mature and stable adult.

As the store was closing, there were only the two of them in the dessert shop. They found a seat by the window and sat down. Zhongyuan Zhong also let Wutiao Wu to order. Although his cheeks were resting on the man opposite, he was obviously in a trance.

"After eating dessert in a while, Zhongya wants to go to Yokohama City next door? I can go to Chinatown for dinner." After ordering, Gojo Satoru knocked on the table, and when Zhongya came over, he suggested, "That's right." Is it an important place for China?"

Is it important?

But he couldn't remember anything.

Lowering his eyes to avoid Gojo Satoru's sight, Nakaya agreed with nothing but good.

Desserts were served quickly, Gojo Wu, as a big sweet party, was satisfied with his meal, and Zhongyuan Zhong also suspected that he would have diabetes before he was 30 years old by adding sugar cubes to the milk tea.

When Gojo Satoru picked up the sugar bowl again, Nakahara finally couldn't hold back: "Are you drinking milk tea or syrup?"

"It's delicious, do you want it in medium? I'm just telling you the exclusive ratio that I highly recommend."

"...No, thank you." Looking away, he was already so sweet that his teeth hurt just by looking at it, "What is that?"

The next door outside the window looks like a school, but it is not very clear from this angle, only the first two characters seem to be "Sato Sakura".

This time should have passed the end of school, and most club activities were suspended near the end of the term due to the upcoming exam.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked, pushed open the carved window and looked out, making sure that he wasn't dazzled just now.

"What, what?" Holding the milk tea cup, Wujo Wu glanced out, "It's just a curse spirit, it looks like a group of miscellaneous fish, probably at the top of level 3."

Then continue to eat shaved ice unmoved.

"Aren't you a magician?"

"Hey, the strongest Gojo teacher in the magic class is currently on vacation." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and leaned over the table, "Have you seen my dark circles? In acceptance Before the entrustment, I haven't slept more than three hours for a week."

The distance between the two was extremely close, and the circle of black and blue under the beautiful blue eyes did not affect Gojo Satoru's appearance, but instead, he seemed to have an indescribably decadent beauty.

But it's a pity that none of these Central Plains people noticed.

Staring at the direction of the school intently, Zhong Yuanzhong also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, there seemed to be something that attracted him very much.

An indescribable appetite exploded from the stomach and rushed to the top of the head. It felt like a pedestrian in the desert saw a water source, and his dry and cracked soul trembled and continuously conveyed the signal of desire.

"Chung Ye?"

Sensing the slight trembling of the other party, Gojo Satoru tilted his head, dissatisfied with being completely ignored, the man who leaned over squeezed the jaw that was close at hand, and with a little force, Chuya, who seemed not quite right, turned his face away.

"It's not level 3." Restraining that desire, Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to breathe steadily, "There are other things."

"Want to eat?"

The two pairs of eyes of the same color looked at each other for a moment. After drinking a cup of fruit tea, Zhong Yuan's voice was dry: "I think."

"Then let's go together." Gojo Satoru got up to pay the bill, and held Chuya's hand when he went out, "Will it be better this way?"

The stable soul wavelength was transmitted, and the abnormal appetite was diluted a little. Zhongyuan Zhong didn't reply, but for the first time held Wujo Wu's hand instead.

The school is not far away, after crossing the road and turning a corner is the main entrance. This time, Zhongyuan Zhong also saw clearly that the words "Li Ying High School" were written on the door.

After six o'clock in the evening, the school closed and the school gate was locked.Gojo Satoru didn't use the princess hug this time, he just grabbed Chuya's waist and climbed over the wall with ease.

Both feet landed on the ground, and Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head. He was a little desperate to find that it had been less than a day, and he seemed to have adapted to this man's familiar physical contact.Although part of the reason for the matching of soul wavelengths was in it, when he was hugged around the waist just now, he didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

"Eh? Something seems wrong." Gojo Satoru felt it carefully, locked on the target and pulled Zhongya around the teaching building, and found a remote corner along the playground.

The building in front is a little old, it looks like a warehouse for storing sports equipment, and some creature moved on the roof of the warehouse and in the shade between the trees, the strange noise was mixed with the sound of chewing, in the open environment It looks rather weird.

"Two people?" The foreign object protruded out of its deformed head, like a locust head magnified countless times, with bloody minced meat remaining on the sharp white teeth, and it produced noisy beeps when its wings were shaking. It's iron friction, "Smart? Or not? Which one are you?"

Nakahara Chuya subconsciously frowned at the huge locust that spit out human words.

Probably because Wutiao identified himself as a curse spirit at the beginning, Zhongyuan Zhong also always thought that the so-called curse spirits also had normal human forms, who knew they were so ugly.

"It's rare, but it's actually a talking curse spirit, a special level that hasn't landed?" Gojo Satoru touched his chin, but he didn't feel any nervousness. "It should be its soul that Chuya wants to eat, right? Disappear together with □□?"

Only magic weapons can cut off the connection between the body and the soul, and directly annihilate the body of the opponent, leaving only the purest soul.

"Even if you say that, I don't know what to do!"

Although Kid said that his soul is different from ordinary people because of the broken soul, and he is more inclined to the [magic weapon] born due to the mutation of the soul, but even so, this kind of thing cannot be learned immediately.

"It's an unintelligent idiot!"

Along with the unpleasant sound of locusts, the sound of flapping wings sounded.

Nakahara Nakaya jumped back in the face of the curse spirit that was rushing towards him, but he forgot that he was still holding hands with Gojo Satoru at this time. Under the force, the petite boy was forced to turn a semicircle with his left foot as the axis, The muscles of the right leg were tensed, and a whip kicked towards the locust's abdomen.

The sharp teeth grazed the sleeves, and the black mucus stained just a little bit, corroding the cuffs into white smoke. The four arms of the locust scattered on the torso grabbed Zhongyuan Zhongye's calf, and the sharp wings cut upwards and pointed at the fragile body. throat.

The cobalt blue pupils contracted, and the angle of the kick was changed. He stepped on the seemingly soft abdomen of the locust and kicked the huge curse spirit away. Transparent wings.

A few strands of broken hair fell down, and Zhong Yuan Zhong clicked his tongue in displeasure.

If he can use his ability to use this kind of thing, he will smash it to pieces in minutes.

"Take it easy, do you want to try to feel my existence?" Gojo Satoru stood in front of the mantra when he charged up again, and the locust, known for its terrifying bite force, opened its mouth to the human's fragile arm with a grinning grin. But the sharp teeth stopped at a distance of two centimeters from the arm, and even the remaining human blood that dripped down seemed to be separated by something out of thin air, sliding down to the ground along the void.

"...Can't you change the wording to something more normal?"

"Is there something wrong with this statement?" Obviously in the middle of the battle, Gojo Satoru turned his head without any sense of crisis. The locust that was thrown away raised its abdomen and attacked Gojo Satoru's defenseless chest with its hardened front, but it was short an inch.

A very humane emotion flashed in the locust's compound eyes, Nakahara Zhong also saw the repulsive elation in his eyes, the hardened abdomen suddenly stretched, and it was about to pierce Gojo Satoru's chest cavity.

"Hey!"

Before he could make a sound to remind him, Zhongya Nakahara instinctively knocked away the man standing in front of him. His hardened front was facing his eyelids. At this moment, it seemed that even the flow of air slowed down, and Zhongya Nakahara felt it again in the world that had quieted down in vain. At the wavelength that quieted his unnatural appetite.

I am the only one who flaunts wantonly, obviously not caring about other people's burning, but it is strange that he does not feel pain.

As if it was an instinct that existed in the soul, the process of transforming from a human form into a weapon was so natural that even Chuuya himself didn't realize it.

"Wow." After whistling, Gojo Satoru looked at the edge of the blade that cut off the locust's hard abdomen but was not stained with any blood at all, and clenched the handle of the gun tightly.

The dirty red marks that I had seen once disappeared into the ink-colored blade. This is a knife equipped with a gun.

A dense web of fissures crawled all over the boy's body like a spider's web, barely stopping at the lower jaw.

The hoarse voice that was suppressing something in the Central Plains directly rang in Gojo Satoru's heart.

[I'm hungry, Satoru. ]

The author has something to say: The nutrient solution will be updated tomorrow (Tuesday, 22nd) at 12:[-] noon. I am trying to use the nutrient solution to pretend to be a daily update qwq, how can I fix it? Why does this nutrient solution increase so fast!

*If you haven't read the original book, please refer to the transformation of the artifact in Noragami, but there is no naming link.

And I'm divorced!My dear cp is another Wuzhong author of yours, Jiumi

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感谢在2020-12-1823:49:16~2020-12-2022:11:08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: Ye Shazi, salted fish and eggplant pot is a pendant drop;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：将静即柠45瓶；蕼墨、我裂开了10瓶；chuya是哒宰的、柠檬6瓶；橘子气泡、冷酷如我、双黑太中好吃~（中厨5瓶；恋猫时雨4瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!