After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

Shangjing, Wutiao house.

Gojo Satoru tossed and turned on the bed, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

For a while it was that portrait, for a while it was Wujoqing sitting in the pavilion, and for a while I recalled the conversation between my father and Zhongbang.

17 years?What 17 years?

And what about the kid who died two years ago?

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned over from the mattress and sat up, crossing his legs and meditating.

Speaking of which, my mother also passed away 17 years ago, could it be related to my mother?

But what about that kid?

Two years ago, it should be a 15-year-old child who died at the age of 15?Why?

Why can the father be sure that the other party died two years ago?

What does it have to do with Qing? Why did his father go to him?

Is it because Qing and mother look similar?Zhongbang saw Qing after following him before, so he told his father?

But why did you mention that child?What is the relationship between that child and Qing?

There were too many problems in his mind, and he couldn't figure out any of them. Gojo Satoru scratched his hair a few times irritably, and lay back on the mattress as if discouraged, curling his lips in displeasure.

The smelly old man didn't tell him anything, and Zhongbang was the same, his mouth was as tight as a clam, and he couldn't pry it open no matter how hard he tried.

Sooner or later, throw these two people into the river to see if they are still strict.

bother.

He grabbed the quilt beside him and covered his head. Not long after he closed his eyes, a familiar voice sounded outside the door.

"Enlightenment."

Patriarch Wutiao stood at the door, and the moonlight cast his shadow on the Zhangzimen, looking extraordinarily majestic, even a little scary.

"The portrait, you took it, right?"

"Take it out, I know you're not asleep."

His tone was affirmative, his voice was low, with a not-so-obvious anger.

"After winter, you will die. When can you change the habit of doing things without thinking?"

"Not only learned to steal things, but also went to other people's homes to toss and sicken people, making the chickens and dogs restless. You are 17 years old, not seven years old."

"How can I rest assured that I will hand over the family to you?"

With a sound of 'shua', the deer door was pulled open, and a scroll was thrown out.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the door with one hand, with a sarcasm on his face. "Who cares about your broken family. There is nothing else all day long. There are a lot of dirty, dirty and disgusting things. Those old things are not very capable, but their tone is not small. What else can they do except put on airs? When you think of the family It's full of those nasty things, this young master wants to vomit."

Patriarch Wutiao caught the scroll, checked it carefully, and put it next to his chest in the collar. Hearing his rebellious words, his eyes darkened and his tone became a little more serious. "Gojo Satoru, don't go too far."

"Is it because I spoil you too much? Those dirty things you say are all your elders! Even if you don't want to call them, you should respectfully call them elders!"

"Instead of yelling and swearing and swearing and spitting out an old thing, what about the etiquette and etiquette that I taught you? Have you eaten them all!"

"Tch." Wujo Wu sneered, and stepped out of the door, his icy blue eyes were full of bottomless ice, he looked directly at his father, and said in a cold voice: "Pamper? What do you mean?" The pampering means throwing me to the servants, obviously in the same house, and not seeing my father twice a year?"

"Or is it referring to the training of getting up early and staying late in the ice and snow?"

"Or throw me into the pile of curse spirits to experience the negative emotions of those dirty things?"

"Or do you mean that if you can't kill the curse spirit, you will die outside?"

"Is this what you call coddling? The Five Masters?"

"As the heir of the Wutiao family, you must become stronger than anyone else in the shortest possible time." The head of the Wutiao family looked straight at him without any wavering in his eyes.

Gojo Wu took back all the emotions in his eyes at once, took a step back, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you want to say in the next sentence that all this is for my own good?"

Patriarch Wutiao nodded slightly, and in the next second, amazing spell power erupted from Wutiao Wu, who was opposite him, and the Zhangzimen beside him were impacted and shattered one after another.

Gojo Satoru grinned the corners of his mouth, tilted his head, his gaze was cold and murderous. "One day, I will personally destroy this family that you are proud of."

After speaking, he withdrew the spell power on his body, walked out of the room, jumped over the five patriarchs, and jumped into the courtyard.

"I hope that one day in my lifetime, you can realize what you said." Behind Wutiao Patriarch's calm voice sounded, Wutiao Wu clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

"Don't worry, it will be soon."

He gritted his teeth and said every word, jumped on his feet, jumped onto the wall, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

The next day, the sky gradually brightened.

Wutiaoqing was in a daze and felt as if he was leaning on a stove, it was extremely hot, and there was something pressing on his body, and it was difficult to breathe, it was stuffy and hot.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, staring dazedly at the firm and flat chest and the perfect jawline in front of him.

...?

Suffering from the sequelae of a high fever, Wu Tiaoqing looked at the front in a daze.

Looking up slowly, a familiar face came into view, with full and attractive lips, a high nose bridge, and white eyelashes casting shadows on the face.

Wu Tiaoqing stared at it for a while, and a question mark slowly popped up in his heart.

Why, the young master is in his quilt?

The arm on his waist was strong and strong. He moved and was about to get up. The sleeping person beside him seemed to sense it. With a wave of his arm, he pressed his big hand to the back of his head and brought it to his chest. He also patted twice, followed by a small like a dog.

Wutiaoqing: ...

He stared at the collarbone whose lines were so obvious that it could hold a small goldfish. His brain after having a high fever for several days seemed to have been burnt into a paste, and his always clear eyes were dazed and confused, as if they were filled with question marks.

The zhangzi door was pulled open, and Wu Tiaoqing raised his head from the young master's chest with difficulty, looking at the familiar figure at the door.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he would see someone who shouldn't be here and such a scene. Abe Seimei rarely froze in place, not understanding what was going on.

"Seimei..."

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Wu Tiaoqing called him out, his voice was dry and hoarse, and with that bewildered expression, he looked a little pitiful.

Gojo Kiyo raised his hand with difficulty. His body, which had been ill for a long time, had no strength at all. The arm pressing on his body was like a boulder, and he did not move. He was a little discouraged, his eyes were moist, and he looked at Abe Seimei eagerly. .

"Seimei, it's so heavy."

The tone that was much softer than usual made people feel weak, Abe Seimei walked over with a blank face, and picked up the young master's back collar with one hand.

Gojo Satoru, who fell into a deep sleep, opened his eyes in a second, held the wrist behind him with his backhand, turned over and jumped up, and was about to kick him over, when Abe Seimei took out an extra spell in his hand, and stuck it on his head with a cold face.

Gojo Kiyoshi, who was finally free, sat up from the mattress holding his forehead. Abe Seimei sat over to support him, and pressed the back of his hand. He was relieved that the temperature had returned to normal.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" He asked softly, gently helping to massage the acupuncture points on his head.

Wu Tiaoqing shook his head, leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and mumbled coquettishly, "Dizziness."

"You slept for too long, today is the third day."

Abe Seimei's eyes flashed a smile. When this person was unconscious, he was very different from usual, like a coquettish child.

After a while, the drowsy head finally regained a little clarity, the gentle massage on the head continued, the tip of the nose was surrounded by a faint scent of cedar, the sound of breathing close at hand, and the warm body temperature.

Wu Tiaoqing came back to his thoughts and realized what the situation was and what he had done: ...

He got up from Abe Seimei's arms with a wooden face, moved a little to the side, opened the distance, sat upright, with a stiff arc at the corner of his mouth, and forced a smile at Abe Seimei.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Seimei."

wanna die.

Disgraceful and thrown home.

He was often sick when he was a child, and the family members tried their best to coax him. The Fusangshen who had hundreds of thousands of years told stories and made him happy. He was used to being coaxed. Every time he felt uncomfortable, he would unconscious Acting like a baby to the people around her, it's okay at home, they are all elders, now...

Wu Tiaoqing covered his face in his heart, wishing he could find a place to bury himself on the spot.

Abe Seimei withdrew his hand, and his eyes fell on the face that was pretending to be calm. The slightly red ears between the black hair seemed to be telling the predicament in this person's heart, which made the smile in his eyes deepen a lot.

"It's okay, no trouble."

The undisguised smile made Wujo Qing twitch the corners of his mouth, and looked away, his eyes numb.Again, want to die.