Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

Bai Ci ran after the thief, and ran after him to a certain alley.There was no one in the alley, and the thief who had snatched the woman's bag looked around, and suddenly took out a pocket knife from his trouser pocket, with a fierce look on his face.

"Don't make me scratch your pretty face!" he threatened.

Bai Ci covered his mouth and yawned, lazily leaning against the wall of the alley, and said in a leisurely tone, "You can do it."

The thief who was provoked came out of his guts, drew his knife and rushed forward, the beautiful boy bent down to avoid it, and hit him in the abdomen with his knee.The tyrannical force directly injured the thief's abdomen, and he knelt down on the ground, spitting out bile with a "wow".

With a "tsk", Bai Ci frowned, kicked him, and commanded: "You, pick up the stolen bag."

Then, he stepped on the dropped knife and kicked it aside, and the knife fell into the smelly ditch.Seeing that the murder weapon was gone, the thief gave up immediately and obediently went to pick up the bag.

"Are you going to take me to the police station?" the man asked weakly.

He was in his twenties, of medium build, a little muscular, but pathetic.Bai Ci sneered, "I'm not free."

The unexpected answer made the man who stole the bag wide-eyed.Before he had any hope, he saw the calculating expression on the beautiful young man's face, and soon became depressed again.

The sudden thief allowed Bai Ci to escape when he met Wujo Wu.This opportunity is naturally to be used.

Looking around the alley, there are several wooden boxes piled up at the end, occupying half the height of the wall.He can climb over the wall by stepping on the wooden box and leave.As for this man, just fix it up and wait for those who catch up to send him to the police station.

After thinking about everything, Bai Ci smiled sinisterly.

The thief shuddered in fright, as if seeing a devil descending into the body of an angel.

"I hit you until you can't take care of yourself, and wait for the owner to clean up the mess." Seeing the thief's frightened expression, Bai Ci added compassionately, "Don't worry, with your physique, three or four punches are enough, and you'll be fine soon." .”

Young people, stop talking big, I look much stronger than you!

Because of being completely despised, the thief thought unwillingly.Then, Bai Ci bent down, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the stomach.

...Brother, I was wrong!

The thief was beaten into tears, and the pain was uncontrollable.Obviously what hit was the softest abdomen, there was a sudden pain of being ripped open.

"Soon." Bai Ci comforted, and continued to strike hard.

A slender figure stood quietly in front of the alley.Feeling not weak, Bai Ci immediately turned around and saw the person he least wanted to see at the moment.

He turned away abruptly, closing his eyes in despair.If I knew it earlier, I would leave it alone.

However, Bai Ci knows how to assess the situation.He greeted: "Brother Wutiao, you are here. Are you coming to see me?"

Hit the thief hard with a punch.The thief was so painful that he bit his tongue.

"The environment here is not good, come after I finish cleaning up this thief, brother Wutiao?"

Another punch.The thief showed a gray expression like a dead fish.

"Brother, don't come here, this alley is so dirty. Don't, brother, brother, brother... I was wrong..."

Final punch.The thief rolled his eyes white and passed out completely.

The culprit, Bai Ci, let go of his hands, allowing him to pass out on the ground, and raised his arms high to protect his head.

Although Gojo Satoru never touched a finger of him, but he had skipped the make-up exam and was at fault first. For example, if a student who skipped class faced his parents, even though he was eloquent, he knew that he should not make too many excuses at this moment.

In addition, Gojo Satoru teased him since he was a child, and Bai Ci has a bit of a childhood shadow.

Gojo Satoru walked over slowly.

"Liu Li." He called out.

Not a single redundant word.

Bai Ci didn't let go of the arm that was protecting him.He folded his arms, covering his face.However, in a very low voice, he responded.

He didn't even make a sound, his lips moved, "Mmm."

Liuli is Bai Ci's nickname, only Ye Mo Zhengdao and Wutiao Wu will call him that.

These two words seem to have a huge magical power, Bai Ci stopped messing around, dragged the thief out of the alley with the bag, returned the bag to the owner who caught up, handed the thief to the police station, and cooperated with the police to record the statement .

"How did this thief get hurt so badly?" Someone in the police station questioned.

"I fell off the wall by myself." Gojo Satoru, who followed as a guardian, said casually, "It can't be my child who hit me, hahaha."

Everyone in the police station glanced at the slender and beautiful boy Bai Ci, and nodded in agreement.

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After leaving the police station, night was approaching.

The owner thanked the two.

Bai Ci silently nodded and did not speak.After leaving the alley, he remained silent all the way.Wujo Wudai said a few perfunctory words, sent the owner away, and turned his eyes to Baici beside him.

"Qiang Qiang, a touching farewell." Gojo Enlightenment said.

Putting his hands on Bai Ci's shoulders, Wujo Wu patted him on the shoulder, "I bought a gift on a business trip abroad, and I came to the office to get it."

Pursing his lips, Bai Ci said, "Italy?"

"Noctua really told you where I went. Is it because you are worried about me?" Gojo Satoru said indifferently, as if he couldn't detect the faint dissatisfaction in Bai Ci's tone.

Bai Ci tilted his head and muttered, "Bad."

The voice was not too loud, just enough for Gojo Satoru to hear.

The two of them knew each other well that Gojo Satoru went to Italy on business, not on the way, but on purpose.

"Well, children in the rebellious period want to have their own secrets, and like to keep them from their parents, I can understand that." Gojo Goto said to himself.

Bai Ci frowned, "I'm not that naive." After a pause, he said quickly, "I don't want you to worry."

The hands resting on his shoulders moved, and Gojo Satoru's eyes hidden in the black eyepatch looked seriously at the beautiful boy in front of him.He knows it's true.

Seeing the older child since he was a child, his enthusiasm and sincerity, and his scheming, coexist in one body, entangled like twin flowers, and bloom beautiful twin lotuses.

"Honest child." Gojo Satoru praised, and changed the topic, "However, you still have to punish me for hiding the fact that I was a night moth."

As he spoke, his hand slid away from his shoulder, slowly slid down his arm, and finally reached the boy's wrist, his knuckle fingers hooked the sleeve intentionally or unintentionally.

This touch is like a pianist touching the black and white keys of a piano. It is familiar but also has tender nostalgia.

Thinking of this, Bai Ci felt that his thoughts were a little crazy.Then, he was lifted up by Gojo Wujo.

"According to the usual practice, hold high and punish." Wutiaowu said in a comfortable tone.

The wind blew the trees beside the road, and the petals of the nearby cherry trees floated over.Countless cherry blossom petals are flying all over the sky, flying to the clear full moon in the night sky.

The bright yellow full moon is clear but far away.And the young man held high by Gojo Gojo, with a beautiful porcelain white face, is more like a small white moon in front of him.

Gojo Satoru suddenly thought of a poem.Naturally, he read it out: "Tonight, I don't care about humans, I only think about you.

"Liu Li."

In the silent night sky, the clear moonlight, and the dancing pink cherry blossoms blowing around the two of them.The boy's black hair was blown by the wind, melted into the night, and then pulled out again, dancing lightly.

But Bai Ci thought for a while, and seriously refused: "It still doesn't work, brother Wutiao. As the strongest, think about other people."

"..."

Gojo Satoru remembered that Bai Ci had never passed Chinese.

He may, probably, maybe, not understand the meaning of the poem.