After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

A little above the neck fossa, on the extremely gracefully curved shoulders, a scabbed tooth mark was particularly eye-catching on the white skin.

Gojo Wujo's brows gradually frowned, and he bent down and opened his collar to take a closer look. The sharp tooth marks were extremely deep, as if someone had bitten hard, and the force was so strong that two rows of neat small holes were left on his shoulders. It hurts like hell.

What is this...?

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the extremely deep tooth mark with his fingers, but felt a faint remnant of mantra power on it.

Like a deliberate imprint.

Wujo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, there was no trace of magic power that he had seen before, a strange magician?

Is it a conjurer who cleared the wound like this?Was it a chance encounter, or was there a human being mixed in like them in that monster gathering?

But why attack this guy?

Was it some kind of secret that was broken, or was the target originally this guy?Or in other words, has something to do with him?

Gojo Satoru glanced at the young man beside him, no one disturbed him, his brows relaxed, and he slept very peacefully.

It makes my hands feel a little... itchy.

Gojo Satoru licked the root of his teeth and endured it, but he still didn't forcefully wake him up so he could ask clearly.

It's a pity that this guy was seriously injured today.

Let's talk tomorrow.

After a long night of tossing, he was already sleepy, Gojo Goku smacked his lips, lay down in the current position, pulled the man into his arms like a pillow, rolled up the quilt to cover the two of them, and closed his eyes Drowsiness began to brew.

Before going to bed, he thought about it in a daze, as if he forgot to tell Qingming and took him home.

...Never mind him, that guy can figure it out after a couple of divinations.

sleepy, sleep.

……

Wutiaoqing was a bit exhausted this time, but fortunately he had undergone proper treatment, and the surrounding environment did not make him feel at ease, so he woke up the next afternoon, and when he woke up, he saw Abe who was standing by the side Seimei thought for a moment that she had been brought back to Abe House, and felt a little more relaxed.

The noise from outside the house made people feel a little irritated. Wu Tiaoqing frowned slightly, trying to get up with support, but his body was still a little weak after losing too much blood, and he almost fell back on the cushion again. He heard the movement Abe Seimei, who found him awake, caught him, helped him up and sat up, and asked softly, "Do you feel better? Is there any discomfort?"

Wu Tiaoqing shook his head, smiled, and said, "It's nothing serious, just a little weak." He glanced at the direction of the movement outside the room, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on outside, it feels a little lively...?"

The unfamiliar furnishings in the room made his voice gradually weaken, and his eyes were a little more puzzled and bewildered. Abe Seimei saw it in his eyes, a little funny and a little helpless.

He sighed softly, straightened the messy hair of the people around him, and said softly, "Do you still remember what happened last night? You were seriously injured, Wu took you home, here is the Wujo Mansion in Shangjing.

The noise outside was that Shuten Doji and Wu were discussing each other, and he brought back Jiuten's things without saying a word. Jiuten came to me in the morning to find me, and I didn't know what happened to you last night. "

Abe Seimei put down his hands, looked straight into Gojo Kiyoshi's eyes with a slightly dignified gaze, his expression gradually became serious, and his voice became deeper.

"Qing, what happened last night, who seriously injured you?"

The sudden question made Gojo Kiyoshi startled, thinking of the person he met last night, he slowly lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at Abe Seimei, and at the same time covering up the coldness in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Abe Seimei, opened his mouth, stopped talking, and sighed softly, with a forced smile on his pale face. "It's nothing, it's just that I'm not careful."

Seeing the expression on his face, Abe Seimei's eyes darkened a little, "It's someone I know."

The tone was very affirmative, and Wu Tiaoqing pursed his lower lip, as if he was concerned about whether he should say it or not, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"clear."

The hand holding his shoulder tightened a bit, and Abe Seimei called his name in a low voice, seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. "You do not trust me?"

Wujo Qing shook his head, pursed his lower lip, and looked at his expression, then said softly with some helplessness: "It's Your Excellency He Mao."

Unexpected and reasonable answer.Abe Seimei's expression was slightly startled, and he was not surprised by the answer in his heart.Gojo Qing hadn't been in Kyoto for a long time, he knew only a handful of people, and he didn't go out very often, so there was almost no possibility of enmity with anyone.Among the acquaintances, He Mao Lisu has long revealed the malicious intentions in his heart. When Wu Tiaoqing was still awake, Abe Seimei was wondering if it might be him.

I just didn't expect it was really him.

To Abe Seimei's surprise, Gojo Satoru told him before that the one who attacked Qing was a conjurer, and a conjurer with extremely evil intentions who could be called a curser.

The Kamo family is the most orthodox family of onmyojis. The whole family has always had little affection for conjurers who use human malice as power to drive them. To put it bluntly, they look down on them at all. If they know that someone in the family is secretly studying Conjuration becomes a conjurer, and that person will be expelled from the family and expelled from the family in eight out of ten.

After all, this is equivalent to slapping one's own family in the face. The proud and arrogant He Mao's family will definitely regard it as a shame. It will not kill people because of the family rules, but it is absolutely impossible to stay in the family. possible.

The He Mao clan is also a big clan in Kyoto, once they let go of their words, even the conjurer family would not dare to easily take in the expelled conjurer, that person would have no place in the capital.

Under such pressure, He Mao Lingsuo still dared to secretly learn spells and use them...

Abe Qingming's eyes darkened slightly. In this case, either that person had something to rely on, or he had some cards in his pocket that made him not afraid of being exposed to others.

It seems that I have to find a time to have a good talk with the teacher.

Whether it's the other party's practice of spells, or this time.

Wujo Qing secretly observed his expression, not missing the cold light flashing in those beautiful fox eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, which was fleeting.

Although that person may not be alive, even if he escapes by chance, there should be a lot of trouble in the future.

The Kamo clan... Heh.

Although he doesn't like to hold grudges, but he comes here again and again to make trouble, and he still dares to say that kind of thing... Then don't blame him for doing some tricks secretly.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

The young master who was sweating profusely walked in, followed by a tall figure who was unfamiliar but familiar. Both of them had more or less bruises on their bodies, and their clothes were messed up, but their expressions were completely different. A bohemian.

"I'm exhausted." The young master picked up the towel on the wooden shelf, and complained while wiping the sweat off his face. "How can someone come here early in the morning to find someone to fight, and they will fight for a day."

He walked to the edge of the cushion and sat down cross-legged, pointed to the bruise on his chin and said to Wutiao Qing: "Qing, look, this guy followed Qingming to beat me up early in the morning, isn't it too much?"

The slightly sticky tone made Shuten-douji's skin crawl, why does he look like a coquettish brat?With a complaint? ?

Wujoqing raised his head, and saw those ice-blue eyes without any haze like the clear sky in thousands of miles, and the baby face that looked a little aggrieved. What suddenly popped into his mind was the young master's serious face in the bathing pool surrounded by mist. The expression and the soft white hair moistened by water vapor.

Wu Tiaoqing's eyelashes trembled, his expression became unnatural, and he silently turned his eyes away, not wanting to look at the young master's face that was very flattering to him.

Really, I've never been so ashamed to be hugged and helped to take a bath when I'm a grown man.

This guy is really...

Wu Tiaoqing gritted his teeth secretly, if he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to find a chance to put a sack or something.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Gojo Goku pouted his lips, leaned his head to look at him eagerly, "Qing, why are you ignoring me~ I worked so hard last night, I was woken up before I slept well, you--"

Hearing that he actually brought up what happened last night, Wu Tiaoqing quickly stopped, pushed the face that was close to his face with his hands, and spoke faster than usual: "Let Qingming get you some ointment, it will be gone soon after applying it." alright."

"Hey~" Wutiao Wushun pulled his shoulders, seemed a little dissatisfied, rolled his eyes, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Then you can help me with the medicine~"

Wutiaoqing: ...

Shuten-douji came over and sat down. He was speechless after listening to the conversation between the two. "Are you a three-year-old baby? Do you need help for this injury?" He took the wine gourd he finally got back from his waist, and originally planned to throw it directly. After thinking about it, he looked around the room. Turning around, circulating the demon power in his hand, he sucked the teacup on the cabinet, held it in his hand, bit the cork of the wine gourd with his teeth, poured a cup and handed it over.

"It's so troublesome, drink it."

Smelling the overflowing smell of alcohol, Gojo Satoru hurriedly stepped back and waved his hands in disgust. "Drunkards stay away from me, I don't drink that stuff."

"Tch, you're still a kid after all." Jiu Tun-dou curled his lips, and fell down without drinking.

He tilted his head back to drink the full wine in the glass, let out a comfortable sigh in enjoyment, and Wujo Wujo rolled his eyes, his mouth kept opening and closing, and he didn't know what he was muttering in a low voice.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, Wu Tiaoqing felt a little greedy, but he just glanced at the man holding the wine. Although it was a little different from the one he saw yesterday, the familiar facial features and aura all showed the identity of the man, making him I was speechless for a while.

The monster leader Dajiangshan Ghost King actually ran into the capital in such a grand manner, and even appeared in Shangjing, which is so close to the Tianhuang Palace. Can these people still have a little self-consciousness of their own identities?

If someone found out, none of the people present would be able to run away, and a charge of colluding with monsters would be enough for them to parade through the streets and be burned at the end.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Abe Seimei beside him. This great onmyoji, his expression was the same as usual, and he didn't show any performance that an onmyoji should have.

"What's the matter?" Abe Seimei noticed his gaze and asked softly, Gojo Kiyoshi shook his head and smiled. "fine."

A few people chatted for a while, and after a short stay, Abe Seimei left with Shuten-douji, and Wujo Kiyoshi was left in Gojofu.

Early this morning, Yin Yang Liao sent someone to bring the commission. Abe Seimei needed to leave Kyoto for a while, and met Shuten who came to ask for his things, so he knew what happened last night.

When he came to Gojo Mansion, Abe Seimei couldn't help sighing when he saw the pale young man lying quietly on the bed.

This man really, can't take his eyes off at all.

Except for special circumstances, the assignments are generally not allowed to be changed. He discussed with Wujo Wu for a while. During his absence, Wujo Qing was temporarily raised by the young master, and he helped to look after him.

After they finished talking, they dragged people out with some unhappiness in their hearts. The two fought in the spacious courtyard, and Abe Seimei had been waiting in the room for someone to wake up.

Hearing this, Wujo Qing didn't really want to stay here. The strange attitude of the head of the Wujo clan towards him was still vivid in his memory. It was convenient for him to do his writing by being the only one left in the Abe house, but the objection was invalid. A person who can't even get up for a while, no one can rest assured to let him stay alone.

Wu Tiaoqing was a little depressed, but he didn't have any apparent reason to leave, so he just stayed there, and after he left, he silently wrote another note to He Maolin.

……

As time went by, Wutiaoqing's mood became worse and worse after being raised in Wutiao Mansion for a few days.

Although the young master is free, he still has his own things to do, he doesn't stay at home anytime and anywhere, and after he leaves, servants will come over to serve him, so careful that he seems like a fragile porcelain doll.

Forget it, the one who made Wujo Qing feel uncomfortable the most was the servant who had seen Wujo Wu.

That person always looked at him with an inexplicable pity, and sometimes tears welled up in his eyes for some unknown reason.

Patriarch Wutiao would occasionally come over, stare at him for a while with eyes full of various complex emotions, and then leave without saying a word.

Wutiaoqing's head was so dizzy that he couldn't help but wonder if there was some serious illness in this family?

When his body was almost recovered, Wu Tiaoqing mentioned to the young master about leaving, he really couldn't stay any longer.

In addition, Abe Seimei is not in Kyoto, so he can take advantage of this time to let go of his hands and feet to do some things.

His seed has long been planted, and it is time to pick the fruit.

The author has something to say:

Qingming (hesitating to speak): Who bit the one on your shoulder?

Qing: mad dog :)

Seimei: Huh?

He Mao: Heh.

Qing (smiling): It was bitten by a mad dog that looks like a human being.