The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Sasuke closed his eyes, feeling that Gogo's fingers had quickly left his skin, groped around for a while, and carefully smashed the switch in the distance with his magic power.

The control is quite good, and the switch is not smashed.

The room suddenly became dark, only the moonlight streamed into the window and fell on Sasuke's fine hair on the back of his neck.

Actually the position is not very comfortable now, he thought.

Gojo Satoru was too tall, and his two long legs were in the way. Sasuke leaned forward a little, and couldn't touch the opponent's shoulder at all, almost relying on the opponent's palm to support the weight of his head.

But soon, the other person in the room changed his posture, his palms didn't move much, and the person half-kneeled lightly, easily holding the boy half in his arms—this is Gojo Satoru's upper body leaning forward slightly, And Sasuke can straighten up again, and if he wants, he can lie on the opponent's chest.

But Sasuke's hands were hanging on both sides, and Gojo Satoru's hands were only gently supporting his shoulders.

He felt a little sleepy.

"Can you say it?" Wujo Satoru seemed to be talking to himself, and the question was a little unclear.

Won't.Sasuke answered casually in his heart.

"What if I found out myself?"

It doesn't matter.

Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly.

-

"We're here to steal you, Nitro~" The white-haired man pressed his face against the window glass, his voice was a little vague, he looked like a big cat who didn't know what glass was, and pressed his face into a A flat piece, trying to see what happened inside.

Jia Ruozi suspects that he is dreaming.

She has been spinning since the morning, and in the afternoon she was called to participate in the "How to Promote or Transform Reversal Spells into Healing Charms" seminar, listening to a group of conjurers who don't know how to reverse the spells. After the deadline, I had to continue to dissect the corpse and write the research report when I came back. I was so busy that I lost my mind and could close my eyes at any time.

She couldn't tell if she was awake now.

There is a high probability that it is a dream, otherwise why would I see my high school classmate, whom my own dog would hate, and his taciturn shikigami, appearing outside the window at midnight.

It is impossible for Gojo Satoru to convince Uchiha Sasuke to elope with him.

is a dream.

Gojo Satoru had already consciously opened the window (he broke the latch, but the housekeeper didn't seem to hear the sound, which made her more sure that she was dreaming) and entered the office, while Sasuke Uchiha squatted on the window sill reservedly, black Liang's eyes were like some kind of feline, keenly scanning around her office - but it was not aggressive, it seemed that it was just a habit of doing so - and finally settled on Jiarui's face.

The same cat family, even in the dream, looks much smarter than Gojo Satoru.

No, what did Gojo Satoru just say?

steal her?

The long-haired female doctor slumped on the chair, murmuring to herself in a daze: "How could I have such an identity in my dream, that idiot Gojo Satoru has already started stealing people in front of his unrequited love... "

Gojo Gojo turned his head to look at Sasuke.

Sasuke remained expressionless, his eyes focused on the female doctor without any deviation.

Gojo Satoru sighed.

He walked to the desk of Jiarui Zhizi, leaned over and snatched the cigarette from the other party's hand, and dangled the cigarette case in front of Jiaruizhizi.

Jia Ruozi's eyes followed the cigarette case unconsciously, and then he came to his senses, and slapped Gojo Satoru on the hand, making a clear and crisp sound.

I'm not dreaming.

Then what she said just now must have been heard.

There are a million bits of embarrassment.

"It hurts, Nitro!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands.

"What are you doing again?" Iirui Glass tried his best to ignore Uchiha Sasuke's sight.

Without him, the eyes of the black-haired shikigami became a little strange after saying the wrong thing, giving her a feeling that she was about to be dissected and studied.

Gojo Satoru won't let people know about his boyish thoughts yet, right?

Xun exploded.

"The hostage has no right to know," Gojo Satoru held up the smoke in one hand, and shook an eye mask in the other hand—it was the kind of disposable steam eye mask, which can heat up for 15 minutes, but it's not very suitable for summer use—the tone Said briskly, "Just come with us."

"I can't walk." Jiarui Glass yawned, "I went to a meeting today, and I'm still wearing high heels."

Uchiha Sasuke jumped into the office.He was wearing a high-pitched uniform with his trousers tucked into tactical boots. Except that he didn't carry a knife, he looked like he could kill someone at any time.

Shouldn't kill her.Killing Gojo Satoru is more likely.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru was not wearing a uniform, but wearing sunglasses, a thin sweater, and a black baseball cap that hid most of his white hair without a trace of mottled color.

He easily pulled the householder and his chair out from behind the desk and pushed them into the middle of the office.

Jia Ruozi held on to the handrail so hard that he was not thrown out.

"How are you going to get there?" Sasuke glanced at Gojo Satoru quickly - the fatigue from two hours ago had completely disappeared from the black-haired ninja's face, and he seemed to have returned to his usual appearance, calm and reticent, Keep it all to yourself.

"Driving?" Wujo Wu pondered for a moment, "I don't know how." He added, looking at Jiaruizi anxiously.

"I'm a hostage, and I can't drive while fatigued." Jia Ruozi yawned again, took off his blindfold consciously, and sat on a chair with an attitude of love.

Sasuke looked away from the phone, "The taxi will be here soon, I'll take you down the mountain, someone needs your treatment." He said to Jia Ruozi.

Looking at the expression of his old classmate, Jiarui Zizi tried hard to hold back his laughter.

Sasuke Uchiha seemed completely unaware that Gojo Satoru had strange thoughts about him.

No, I should say I knew it, but I didn't take it seriously at all.

Counting the time, Gojo Satoru wanted to attack Sasuke Uchiha for two months, but he didn't expect to be stuck here until now, which is really satisfying.

His dog temper was finally cured.

But she should count as an assist.

Gojo Satoru should be grateful for this.

Uchiha Sasuke approached the female doctor and watched her stand up with a chair.

"Can you stop carrying me?" Jiarui Glass said under Gojo Satoru's incredulous gaze, "I prefer princess hugs."

Anyway, Uchiha Sasuke is very handsome, and the other party doesn't seem to intend to ask any questions. Compared with Gojo Satoru, of course she has to choose the young and handsome black-haired shikigami who is not crazy.

By the way, I would like to take revenge on the strongest person who disturbed her sleep.

Speaking of which, she quite likes black hair.

Gojo Satoru grabbed Uchiha Sasuke's hand and pressed him behind him.

"I'll do it." He said firmly, as if he was about to go to the battlefield in the next second.

Jia Ruozi laughed madly in his heart.

"No," she said coldly, "I'm going to faint you."

She had had enough of Gojo Satoru's teleportation.

Today's students can enjoy high-speed and stable teleportation because they are stepping on the blood and tears of her family.

Sasuke didn't have any problem with the request of the family into the glass.Just a few minutes away.

He broke away from Wujo Wu's hand, walked up to the female doctor, and easily picked her up, letting her forearm go around her neck to hold the other shoulder, a little concerned about what she said.

Why did Jiarui Nitro say that?

They usually don't meet each other at all, and the last time they met, they just met each other from a distance.Gojo Satoru has been talking nonsense to the point where he's in the nitty-gritty, do you know it?

He thought of Gojo Satoru's palm covering his eyelids two hours ago, the smiling eyes in the sushi restaurant a few weeks ago, and the kiss between the eyebrows before.

Something is wrong.

"By the way," Jiarui Nishizi showed a meaningful smile at Gojo Satoru, and suddenly thought of a question, "How are you going to bring me down the mountain?"

"I also like princess hugs." Gojo Wujo looked at Sasuke eagerly, and stretched out his hand to grab the boy's forearm.

"Run down." Sasuke ignored the other person's words, and stepped on the open window sill.

……

"Wow—" The female doctor was still wearing a white coat, she looked completely sleepy, she stood beside the bus stop and stretched her waist, "It's cool!"

Unexpectedly, Sasuke Uchiha said that running down the mountain was really running down.

It's just that the opponent's running is not the same as her definition of running.

——Rooftops, treetops, lake water, as long as there is a place to stay, no matter whether it is solid or liquid, no matter how small the area is, the other party can stand on it, and each step will lightly sweep a large distance, within a few minutes. From the window of her office to the platform at the foot of the mountain.

She saw the moonlight shining overhead, the branches and leaves flashing by her side, and the lake sparkling under her feet.

The wind blew back the boy's crow-like hair, revealing his calm and handsome face.

I felt as if I was flying too.

"What's wrong?" Uchiha Sasuke asked her with lowered eyes.

"There's nothing—"

Jia Ruozi's view was blocked by a wall.

Gojo Satoru turned his head sideways, staring down at his old classmate from behind the sunglasses, "Right, Nitro."

I also saw a white hair that flashed to Sasuke Uchiha from time to time, which slightly spoiled the atmosphere.

It's a pity, Wujo Wu's vision is really good, she was a little moved.

The female doctor gave Gojo Satoru a smile: "I'm just a little curious about my patient."

Who wants to rob you, can't you think about it?

She's just admiring the handsome guy.

-

Nioh Masaharu rested in the hospital for a few hours, and was finally notified before the deadline for the day's hospitalization that he could go home and recuperate. If he felt unwell, he would go for a reexamination.

He was lying on his bed now, with the curtains drawn and the light turned on, his head still aching and his stomach still empty.

Very sleepy and tired, but can't sleep or eat.

Fortunately, he is the only one at home today, so even if all the lights are turned on in the middle of the night, he won't be questioned.

He stared at the chandelier overhead.

If he doesn't sleep for a week, he will either go to the sky or go to the ground.You have to figure out a way.

But he doesn't know if he can sleep...

"Tuk Tuk."

Nioh Masaharu bounced off the bed, staring warily at the light-colored curtains.

There seemed to be small conversations coming from outside.

"...so perverted..."

"...how do you know...the address..."

"Tuk Tuk."

The steady knocking sound rang again, along with Nioh Masaharu's cell phone.

[Open the window. 】

The boy with the braids scattered behind his head suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled the curtains aside.

……

"... puri." He thought for a long time, but still only said this sentence.

After all, he couldn't figure out how these three people happened to let their upper body appear outside the window on the second floor. He didn't have such a thing as a balcony.

I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more curious I become.

Nioh Masaharu took a few steps back to make room, and watched Uchiha Sasuke jump in first - he looked very skilled, and his clothes were also suitable for night travel. His right eye was back to black, but the left eye was still Nioh Masaharu See that, with lavender ripples.

After that is a woman in a white coat, with long hair and tear moles, probably because she has been wearing makeup for too long, and her dark circles are not covered. If you don't look at the lazy expression on her face and the lady's cigarette between her teeth, you can see It looks like a medical worker who just got off work.

As soon as the last person came in, Nioh Masaharu could not help but move back a little.

He is too tall.He now feels that his room is a bit small.

"Sasuke, are you taking care of him like this because he has white hair like me?" The white-haired man wearing sunglasses pushed himself in through the window (does this man have eye problems too), stretched his neck, He turned his head freely and asked Sasuke Uchiha, "How can the double compare to me?"

Oh wow.

Uchiha Sasuke did not answer the other party's question, but looked over.

"I brought a doctor." He described a fact.

"I thought I was wrong." Nioh Masaharu smiled, "The doctor said I'm fine, just take a rest."

In fact, he wasn't sure if he was wrong. After all, he had just woken up not long ago, and the distance between Uchiha and him was not very close, and the scene was messy.

[Good job, I'll find you later. ] The black-haired boy probably said something like this.

Nioh Masaharu felt that Uchiha Sasuke probably overestimated his reading ability. He said such a long sentence, but he could only read the first sentence clearly, and even guessed later, he didn't know whether his guess was right or not.

Then he was at ease.

There is always a kind of guarantee, whether it is one's past behavior or future trends.So even though he was still not feeling well after leaving the hospital, Nioh Masaharu didn't feel particularly anxious.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he would think of the day's events. Why don't he wait and see if Uchiha Sasuke is looking for him.

——He also sent a message to tell the other party when he left the hospital.

"That's not necessarily true, little brother." Iori Niko stepped on high heels and patted Nioh Masaharu's forearm, "Is there a bigger room? I can't breathe here in Wujo."

Nioh Masaharu blinked.

He hasn't been called little brother in a long time.

but--

"Then you can only go to the living room." He tugged at the other person's protests, and didn't feel uncomfortable in his pajamas—the other person could climb the window, and he didn't care if he thought about it This, "Come with me, please."