After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

The evening wind in autumn is slightly cool and piercing, making the embrace even hotter. The pulse of the heartbeat can be felt through the chest. It is calm and strong, and it transmits an inexplicable sense of security to the limbs.

Wutiaoqing blinked, and the sound of breathing in his ears was very obvious. The heat of his breath sprinkled on his neck, and he felt that the piece of meat on his neck was about to be ripened.

"...Little Master...?" Is it time to let go?How long is this person going to hug? ?

The vibration just now seemed to have aroused his mind, and the flames had already started to light up, and if he stayed any longer, he would be caught.

Wu Tiaoqing was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to get angry. After bleeding for a long time and reciting the mantra for a long time, the progress was reset to zero. Next, he had to find a way to find a chance to do it again.

Wu Tiaoqing rejected the previously guessed relationship between the two from the bottom of his heart. He didn't have such a brother, no!

It's fine if you don't help, you're just making trouble, you can't sleep well in the middle of the night, why are you running around!

That's enough.

Unable to hold back a sigh, the person who had been a stake for a long time finally reacted, his iron-like arms finally relaxed a little, Gojo Satoru stepped back a little distance, and focused his eyes on the opponent's face.

Pale complexion, long eyelashes cast small shadows on the beautiful face, eyes that were covered with a layer of mist due to fatigue and looked a little blurred, lips that looked more red under the night.

Like a piece of fine china, beautiful but fragile.

His sight was like a paintbrush painting the opponent's facial features in detail, and the evil thoughts in his heart were like a bone-eating poison, spreading through the limbs, constantly eroding the blood vessels and mind of the whole body.

The few rational minds temporarily suppressed the evil thoughts, Gojo Satoru exhaled, and picked him up from the ground, his face still expressionless, his silent appearance was very different from the past.

Wutiaoqing opened his mouth, wanting someone to put him down, and he could leave by himself, but seeing the strange expression on the other person's face, he closed it quietly again, obediently acting as a pendant, and couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart.

He was not angry anymore, why did this guy look so angry.

Thinking that he was working in vain again, Wutiaoqing curled his lips, no desire to relieve the awkward atmosphere, and closed his eyes to replenish his energy.

It doesn't matter if you fail once, you still have a chance, and it won't be that someone pinches you every time to make trouble.

What needs to be done now is to nourish enough energy, replenish the energy and blood consumed, and wait for the opportunity.

Don't be in a hurry, don't be impatient, all the chess pieces have already fallen, it doesn't matter if this one is slower, as long as no one lifts the chessboard, there is still a chance.

After a round of mental training, Wu Tiaoqing successfully suppressed the irritability in his heart, his mind gradually relaxed, his eyebrows stretched, he moved his head, changed to a more comfortable angle, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Gojo Satoru paused, licked the roots of his teeth, and his eyes became darker.

The flames in the Suzaku courtyard became brighter and brighter. It seemed that the stationed monks were not at ease, and they were looking around the courtyard with torches and lanterns.

Gojo Satoru stepped hard, jumped onto the wall not far away, carried the person in his arms lightly, and moved quickly in the direction where the fire was not yet lit, and left the heavily guarded Suzaku Yard as quietly as when he came.

Not long after the figures of the two disappeared, a few monks holding torches walked into the courtyard and were relieved to see that the stone used as a seal was safe and sound. Go elsewhere and keep checking.

After a long time, the fires of the Suzaku Courtyard were extinguished one by one, and the seal of the big snake returned to calm.

In the dark night, the entire Suzaku Yard was silent, except for the occasional rustling sound of the evening wind blowing through the treetops.

A person silently landed in front of the boulder that sealed Yamata no Orochi, squatted down, picked up a little soil on the ground and kneaded/twisted it in his hands. After the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the bright moonlight sprinkled the courtyard.

Under the silvery moonlight, the young man wearing a tasseled crown rested his fan bone on his forehead, with a feeling of helplessness between his brows.

"Little things are really unlucky enough."

"For the sake of your hard work and bleeding so much, let me help you." Then, he put the juniper fan into his sleeve, took out a short blade, unsheathed it, and muttered softly: "Why do I have to undo the seal I made?"

"Ayu's patience is getting worse and worse." "How can a fox scratch the door in the middle of the night to wake people up."

The dark red blood dripped on the ground, and the formation that had been quietly submerged in the ground rose again. Seeing the pattern of the formation on the ground, the young man raised his brows, and there was a little interest in his eyes.

"He's a smart little guy, he dares to fool..."

"Now it seems that I can't do without help."

With a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he uttered the last incantation, the blood line spread, and moved forward a little bit along the unfinished lines just now. There is no light.

The phantom on the boulder seemed to be roaring, and its cold gaze fell on the young man with murderous intent. The young man raised a finger, put it to his lips, and hissed.

"Be quiet, you can't do it now, the last step has to be done by the little guy."

"If you disturb Ah Yu's interest, everyone will have to finish the game."

"You don't want to turn into charcoal-grilled snake soup as soon as you come out, do you, 'Yaki-no Orochi'-sama."

His slender fingers drew a few virtual strokes in front of the boulder, and the ghost image on it disappeared again. The young man put away the short blade in a good mood, took out the juniper fan and played with it on his fingertips.

"Oh, I'm also looking forward to the little guy's performance. If Seimei knows, I'm used to Ayu."

"The kid doesn't know if he can come back in time. If he comes back too late, he won't be able to catch up with the good show."

The young man walked out of the courtyard leisurely, and moved towards the main entrance in an open and aboveboard manner, but the patrolling attendants seemed to be unable to see each other, and walked straight past him as if there was no one there.

……

In the morning light, the first ray of sunlight in the morning fell into the room through the window. On the soft couch, the black-haired young man frowned slightly even in his deep sleep, as if he was not sleeping well. He was taller than behind him. Some silver-haired youths have very clear eyes, staring at the back of each other's head, their eyes are a little lost, as if they are thinking about something.

Although the evil thoughts that came out of the ground were forcibly suppressed, they were like small thorns in the bottom of my heart, showing my sense of existence all the time.

After calming down, the silver-haired young man was a little puzzled by the inexplicable malice in his heart.

He regarded the other party as one of the few friends he got along well with, but the other party was always getting hurt, and he cared a little more in his heart and had a sense of mission to protect, but he didn't expect that one day he would feel that almost sick to his friend idea.

What kind of existence is this person in his heart?

After thinking about it all night but still not being able to figure it out, Gojo Satoru sighed, leaned closer, and buried his head in the other's hair, a faint scent of wine surrounded the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, it's troublesome, not at all. Did you not pay attention to your body, did you grow up soaking in wine jars, why does your body smell of wine all the time?

Smelling the somewhat intoxicating smell of wine, for some reason, the charming and extremely seductive figure in the illusion suddenly appeared in his mind.

The person in front of him made a movement, thinking that he had woken up. Gojo Satoru inexplicably closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep, holding his breath. After waiting for a while, he didn't wait for the young man to get up. On the contrary, he seemed to be a little cold. He shrank back a little from the heat source, and Gojo Satoru froze at the sudden close distance, completely daring not to move.

Although the two were sleeping on the same quilt before, there was still some distance between them. Now because of the young man's approach, there was no gap between the two of them. The thin but beautifully curved back was tightly pressed against his chest, black and white. His long hair was scattered around his waist, arms, and wrists, creating an inexplicable intimacy and entanglement.

A strange heat suddenly ignited from the place of contact, and along the young man's black hair, wrapped in extremely violent emotions, suddenly burned his whole brain.

Gojo Satoru suffocated for breath, couldn't help wrapping his hands around the opponent's waist, buried his head in the opponent's shoulder socket, the roots of his ears were red, and his breathing seemed to speed up.

This guy!

I don't know if this is the most unbearable time!

The face buried in the black hair was a little distorted, Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and stared at the young man who was sleeping peacefully.

The strange emotions in the brain are being transmitted violently, and they are constantly gathering and pushing up.

The young man seemed a little unwell, frowned slightly, and moved his body again, Gojo Goku snorted, his arms tightened, and he restrained him.

The young man in his sleep frowned, feeling as if his limbs were being entangled by snakes, his breathing became tighter, his whole body was uncomfortably hot, and he began to struggle slightly unconsciously.

Oh shit.

The young master, who had never been so embarrassing before, cursed secretly, his arms tightened even more, like iron tongs, his sanity was continuously eroded, as if he had completely lost the dominance of his body.

The room began to become a little stuffy, and there was a noise like thunder and drums from nowhere.

The young man sleeping in the quilt frowned, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, with fine sweat dripping from his forehead, as if his whole body was about to be roasted by the heat in the room, he couldn't help but groaned.

The sudden sound was like a basin of cold water being poured on the head, instantly extinguishing the heat. After regaining his sanity, the young master realized what he was doing, his heart stopped, his face turned pale, he suddenly let go of his hand, stood up, his limbs were cold, and his whole body was stiff Not daring to move, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, he stared at the young man who woke up and opened his hazy eyes.

"...Little...Master?" The young man turned his lower body and murmured indistinctly. The drowsiness seemed to have not dissipated, and he looked extremely sleepy.

Gojo Gojo froze, trying to maintain a normal tone and said: "It's dawn."

The young man yawned and closed his eyes again, "I'll sleep a little longer." As he said that, he pulled up the quilt with his hands to block the light, and buried himself in the quilt.

"Ah."

When the sound of breathing in the room gradually calmed down, Gojo Satoru got up with a normal face, walked out of the inner room, and slowly slid down against the wall.

The heat that gathered did not dissipate, the thin underclothes could not block the sense of presence at all, and the sharp five senses made the sound of breathing from the inner room seem close to the ear, the young master leaned his head against the wall, his throat rolling.

The pupils of the sky were gradually covered with a layer of darkness, and the fundus of the eyes was sunken and out of focus.

The sound of breathing gradually rose, and what appeared in front of the young man at this moment was an extremely seductive face with red eyes and tears in his eyes. Thirst, I can't help but want to entangle the water droplets, so as to relieve the discomfort of thirst.

clear……

It was bright outside the house, and the birds chirping in the morning reminded people that a new day had begun.

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tired

Tried it again, there should be no garbled characters this time.