Has wtw entered the necropolis?

Xia Youjie was also a little drunk, resting his chin with one hand, his handsome face was blushing, and when he saw this scene, he decisively took out his phone and took a picture.

"Evidence~"

Fukunami: "!"

"Xia Youjie, what are you doing!" She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, holding back the discomfort, but she didn't forcefully push away Wujo Satoru on her shoulder, but when she noticed that he was rubbing her face, she suddenly exploded .

"Gojo Satoru, don't rub me!"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to hear the warning words, and even stretched out his hand to hug her directly, saying in quite pain, "——I have a headache, please let me rely on you."

Just as she was about to push his hand away, she paused like this, the corners of Fukhinami's mouth twitched, and finally let the man lean on her like this.

If I had known earlier, I would not have played tricks on this guy, but in the end I would suffer the consequences.

Jia Ruozi was almost laughed to death by the interaction between the two of them, lying on the table, holding the wine glass high, and said to Fukuro Nami: "Nami, do you want another glass?"

"It's rare to be in such a good mood today, come and have a few more drinks with me!"

"Yeah." Fuguro Nami responded softly, picked up the bottle of fruit wine and poured herself a glass, and took a sip, the sweet and sour taste filled her mouth instantly, she kind of likes this taste.

"This alcohol content is not high."

"Well... yes, the alcohol content of this fruit wine is very low." Jia Ruozi drank a glass by himself, took the bottle and poured a glass for Xia Youjie who was sitting opposite, "Jie, you have to taste it too. Try it."

Xia Youjie didn't have time to stop her, so he had no choice but to watch the glass refill after drinking, "How will we go back later?"

Not to mention their drinking here, the students must have drunk a lot too, and a large group of people will collapse by then, is it possible that they will stay overnight in the store? ?

Xia Youjie suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

"...I'm not drunk yet." Fuhei Nami corrected Xia Youjie's thoughts, poured himself another glass of fruit wine, and helped Gogo Wujo's writhing head, "Hui probably won't be drunk either."

Others are a little more difficult to tell.

For example, Dongtang Aoi's loud voice holding the knotweed Yujin to drink, even their side can hear it clearly.

"........."

Xia Youjie's brain gradually became dull, and he pondered for a while before he understood what Fuhe Nami meant, so he simply lay down on the table, "Then I'll leave it to you later—"

Anyway, I want to bring him back to the high school of conjuration.

Fukunami put down his wine glass, turned his head and said with a smile to Jia Ruozi: "He trusts us too much."

At this time, Jia Ruozi fell drunk in Ming Ming's arms, raised his glass and hiccupped, "Okay! I'll throw them all on the asphalt road later!"

Mingming laughed loudly: "That's a good idea, I can also contribute."

"Forget it, let's hang it high in the high school of conjuration." Nami Fukuro picked up the melon and fruit on the table and took a bite, "Take a few photos of black history."

The private relationship between the few people is very good, and almost everyone has the other's dark history photos in their hands, especially Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, two bad guys, who have the most photos in their mobile phones.

After drinking the remaining bottles of wine, the house wine began to fail, and Angeji had already fallen asleep on the tatami.

The only ones present who were awake were Fuguro Nami and Mingming.

"—Call a few cars first, I'll go to the next door to see the group of students." Fukunami sighed helplessly, pushed away Gojo Satoru who seemed to have fallen asleep on his body, and just when he was about to stand up, a pair of strong and powerful hands slid Reach out and wrap around her waist.

"Don't go—"

The voice of the man who hadn't woken up was vaguely hoarse, with an inexplicably seductive charm.

Fuguro Nami's hands trembled slightly, and his back turned to him with a slightly subtle expression, and in the end he forcefully pulled away the big hand on his waist, gnashing his teeth a bit: "Gojo Satoru, let go!"

"No~"

After being drunk, Gojo Satoru is like a clingy big white cat, he has to cuddle and roll on Fuku Nami's body, almost hugging and holding him high.

"........."

"Go to sleep, Gojo Satoru."

In the end, she had no choice but to throw a sleep buff to this guy.

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru's hands suddenly loosened, and his whole body fell on the tatami with a thud. Fuguro Nami turned his head to look over, and he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

There was a layer of blush on that fair and flawless face, her lips were extra moist from the wine, and her long white eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was a little restless in her sleep.

"........."

She had to admit that when this guy was quiet, he looked like a handsome man in a painting.Of course, this is only limited to when the other party is asleep, and after waking up, he will look like a great devil in the world.

Forget it, leave this guy here first.

Fukura Nami turned and walked out of the private room, came to the private room next door, knocked lightly on the door and got no response, opened the paper door and walked in.

At a glance, several people in the private room almost fell down.

The private room here opened the paper door of two private rooms, which is several times larger than their private room, enough to accommodate nearly twenty people.

Except for a few students who tasted the wine, almost everyone else was staggering drunk.

Knotabagi Yuhito and Todo Aoi hugged each other and fell asleep. I don't know how they felt when they woke up and saw this scene.

Reflexively, Nami Fukuro took out his mobile phone, took pictures of all the dark histories of these students, and prepared to develop the photos and give them to them.

Fu Heihui, who noticed her sister's actions: "..."

He turned his head to look at his good brother beside him, but finally chose to remain silent.

That's good too, isn't it?

After taking the picture to his heart's content, Fuhe Nami put away his mobile phone and said to a few students who were still drunk: "——I called a car, you guys get those guys into the car."

"Okay." Fu Heihui drank the juice in the glass in one gulp, stood up and prepared to pick up the knotweed Youren and Dongtang Aoi.

Although it is a bit heavy, it is not to the extent that it cannot be moved.

The students can only trouble a few of them here, and Fuguro Nami has to go back and fight with Mingming to pick up Ange Ji and Jiarui Glass.

After returning to the original private room, Mingming suddenly said: "Just use your spell to wake them up, wouldn't it be good?"

"Isn't that less fun?"

Of course, Fuguro Nami knows that this is feasible, but in this way, he will lose the fun of being drunk.

Mingming suddenly understood the meaning of her words, and covered her face with a funny smile: "——It's really you."

"It's as bad as Gojo Satoru."

"Thank you, please don't compare me with him." After a pause, Fukunami added: "At least I'm much better than him, right?"

It's indeterminate or not.

The two first helped the girl out, and there were already several cars waiting on the side of the asphalt road outside.

After stuffing the two into the same car, Fukunai told the driver the location: "Please send it to the High School of Conjuration, and then wait for us."

"Double price."

Hearing such a simple and beneficial thing, the driver quickly responded: "—do you need me to help you?"

Nami Fukuno raised his eyebrows: "Alright."

There were also two big men in the private room, as well as Yizhi Jiegao who was almost ignored by them and fell to the corner.

With the help of the driver, Yi Dizhi and Xia Youjie were quickly put on the bus as well.

Mingming looked at the car full of four drunks, then turned to look at the driver: "These four people will trouble you."

The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Don't worry, I will send them to the High School of Conjuration safely."

She nodded, turned to look at Fukunami who was standing in front of another car, walked over and asked curiously, "What's the matter—?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Nagasaki Yarose was seen throwing up while hugging the trash can.

"Is the child okay?" Ming Ming frowned.

"I guess I drank too much."

Fuguro Nami had no choice but to ask Fuguro Megumi to stuff the other people into the car, and then walked over to take care of Nagasaki Wild Rose.

After she had almost vomited, she stuffed them into the car together with Fu Heihui.

After doing all this, she had to go back to pick up Gojo Satoru.

If it wasn't for that troublesome guy who didn't want other people to help her, she would have been thrown into the car by the driver.What a troublemaker!

"I'll go back and take care of these brats first, Wujo Satoru, please." Before getting into the car, Mingming smiled meaningfully and patted her on the shoulder.

"Have a nice evening."

Nami Fukuno: "..."

What is this guy thinking? !

Back in the store, Fuguro Nami paid the bill first, and finally returned to the private room to pick up Gojo Satoru.

When he opened the door and went in, Gojo Satoru was sitting in the corner with an aggrieved expression, like a big white cat that was disliked by its owner. After hearing the door opening, he looked up slowly.

"I thought you didn't want me—"

"........."

"Five Enlightenment, collapse of people."

Fuhe Nami stepped forward and pulled him up expressionlessly, took his arm and walked straight out, muttering: "What a troublesome guy!"

Although he was spitting badly in his mouth, his movements were extremely gentle.

After dragging the big white cat guy out of the store, Fuguro Nami hailed another car, quickly stuffed Gojo Satoru in, and got in himself.

"Driver, please send it to the High School of Conjuration."

"it is good."

After getting into the car, a sense of fatigue suddenly came to my mind, Fuguro Nami couldn't help but rubbed her temples, and the next second, her shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

Looking sideways, I saw Gojo Satoru leaning directly on her shoulder and fell asleep.

"........."

This guy--

After thinking about it, I still didn't wake him up, but adjusted my posture so that he could lean more comfortably.

Compared with her and Xia Youjie, Gojo Satoru was even more miserable-frequent missions coupled with short sleep time, and the brain was digesting all kinds of data all the time due to the surgery.

All these make him more tired than other conjurers.

Thinking of this, she suddenly couldn't bear to wake this guy up.

the next day, early in the morning

Gojo Satoru on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, the memories of last night flooded into his brain like a flood, he sat up abruptly, quickly looked around, he was the only one in the empty room.

Suddenly feel a little disappointed.