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Osamu Dazai tilted his head and looked at the man who had taken off his blindfold, he didn't speak, and he didn't make any effort to break free from the other party's restraint, his expressionless face didn't show any guilt of being caught.

Gojo Satoru put on a cold face, and said in a deep voice, "It's very powerful, Osamu Dazai."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai sighed with regret, "It's a pity, it's still a step late."

Gojo Satoru smiled instead, "It seems that you didn't care about what I said."

Although he had expected it, Gojo Satoru was still very angry. This kid didn't know what he would do to achieve his goal. Being obsessed is the most difficult thing to predict. Now he is just looking for a knife to chop. What about in the future?

Noctua's concerns are not unfounded.

He didn't want to wait until it was too late to regret it.

Osamu Dazai also laughed, as if he was very helpless, "But Gojo-kun is too busy, I can only find a way by myself."

Although he was smiling, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, and even lacked emotion, empty like a pool of stagnant water without ripples.

This doesn't look like the eyes that normal humans would have, no matter how much he pretends to be, he is still not human after all, Gojo Satoru thought to himself.

However, it is not like a curse spirit.

He is like a ghost who has lost his direction and wandered in the world, living alone in the world, and behind him is overwhelming loneliness, so only eternal death can give him salvation.

The atmosphere was weird and dignified. The confrontation between the monsters was interrupted by the intruding two people. Everyone didn't understand what happened, and was confused by this turning point. No one moved for a while.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly picked up Dazai Osamu, came to Yuzhang again, and sent him directly to the blade of the Demon King's mallet.

Yuzhang: "?!"

other people:"??!!"

The boy's neck is slender and fragile. Everyone, including Yuzhang, thought they would see a tragic scene of blood staining three feet, but they didn't expect that the magic knife that could easily kill monsters would look rusty when it touched Osamu Dazai. Yes, it's so blunt that it can barely scratch a skin, and the evil spirit attached to the knife seems to have touched an insulator, making it appear to have no attack power.

"???" Although Yuzhang was wearing a mask, he could feel the shock and confusion in his heart just from the change of his breath.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, as if he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to hold him for the test that he had missed just now. There was a slight tingling pain on his neck, but obviously, this pain only meant that the throat wiping test failed.

Even the holy treasure of monsters and the small mallet of the devil can't kill him.

A complex expression appeared on Osamu Dazai's face, as if he had expected it suddenly, but also as disappointed as he did not give up but still failed.

"It's too much..." He murmured in a low voice, complaining, "Who cast the curse? There is no greater malice in the world..."

He bowed his head, his bangs covered his eyes, and the heavy shadow seemed to engulf him.

Gojo Satoru grabs Osamu Dazai's shoulder, turns him around, then grabs the back of his head, forcing him to look up.

"As I said, it's my business to get rid of you." Gojo Satoru stared into his eyes and said, "I'll think of a way, and you don't need to do any unnecessary actions."

"..."

Osamu Dazai looked into the pale blue eyes of the white-haired man, his crystal clear eyes stared at him coldly.

Gojo Satoru looks better than he expected.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly he bent his eyes and smiled, his usual playfulness, his tone fluctuating, "Wow, you are indeed the strongest, what Gojo-kun said really reassures you, then you have to work hard~"

"..." Although he knew that the brat was pretending again, Gojo Satoru still breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had escaped from his lifeless state and returned to "normal".

As for the content of his words, Gojo Satoru didn't believe a single word, not to mention Dazai Osamu didn't mention any guarantee, even if this kid swore an oath, Gojo Satoru wouldn't believe it, this is a guy who never changes.

You can't even let the "shackles" go, just relying on a mouth full of lies, there is really no guarantee at all.

Ignoring Dazai Osamu, Gojo Satoru turned to Nuliang Rikusheng who had been watching for a long time, and said succinctly: "I have solved all the curse spirits outside, and I think you don't want to let humans intervene in the matter of monsters. Then, we Just go."

As he said that, he directly picked up Osamu Dazai and put him under his arm, as if he had no attachment to this monster fight that he wanted to watch lively.

No one can stop it.

"Why don't you let me down?" Osamu Dazai couldn't help but said after leaving the still congested central street and coming to the slightly empty street.

However there was no response.

"Aren't your hands sore? Are you tired after so long?"

"Five Jun~"

"I really won't make trouble again!"

"Teacher Wujo~"

"I'll tickle you if you don't talk anymore?"

Dazai, who had been muttering about it for a long time but still got no answer, became languid, calmed down, and started counting the bricks on the ground as he had nothing to do.

When they counted nearly [-], they returned to the hotel where they were staying, but Gojo Satoru, who didn't say a word, still didn't let him go, and carried him through the lobby, took the elevator, and finally entered the room.

After the door closed, Osamu Dazai, who had entered the enclosed space, had just heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Gojo Satoru would let go of him now, when he saw that the other party took a long leg, and came to the bedside in three or two steps, on the edge of the bed Sit down, put Osamu Dazai on his lap, and—

"Snapped!"

"!!!"

There was an unusually crisp and crisp applause, and the strength of the force could be inferred from the sound alone. Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, his eyes were wide open. Although he still remembered the other party's warning before going out, he could verbally slap him hard. Words and practice are two different things!

In other words, Osamu Dazai believed very much that he would be spanked, but he didn't think the other party would actually spank him!

However, the reality is...he really did what he said!

Osamu Dazai has done many deaths in the past. He has provoked many people to jump, but he has nothing to do with him. Even a slug with a combat power ceiling can at most kick him away. No one has ever dared to think of his ass!

Neither did Mr. Mori!

This kind of punishment, which is full of lessons but not purely humiliating, made Osamu Dazai feel a very rare emotion similar to embarrassment in his heart. He struggled subconsciously, but was firmly held down by the back, and then The second slap fell heavily!

Osamu Dazai: "...!"

"Pain pain pain—" I don't know if it's because there is more fat in that part, but the nerves always seem a bit dull, but the belated pain still spread to the cerebral cortex, and Osamu Dazai exhaled in pain.

But no matter whether it is to pretend to be pitiful or to show weakness and admit mistakes, none of them will work today. If you try harder, you may be hit more severely.

All conspiracies and schemes are reduced to empty talk under the force value that is too far apart.

Gojo Satoru took twenty blows before he stopped. The effect of force is mutual, and the no-lower-limit technique does not work on Dazai Osamu, so Gojo Satoru's palms are also a little numb.

And Osamu Dazai struggled at first, but now he is completely motionless, face down, limp and slumped there like a lifeless salted fish.

"Get up." Gojo Satoru pushed him.

"%#*#..." came the vague words.

"What are you talking about?" Gojo Satoru bent down and got closer.

"It hurts...it's going to be broken..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The well-known tic-tac-toe popped out, and Gojo Satoru immediately grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar, and lifted the man who seemed to have softened into noodles from his lap.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine if you jump off the building, you won't be damaged."

Osamu Dazai put his hands back, covered his buttocks, and complained to him: "It's numb! It's all numb! I can't feel it! It hurts more than jumping off a building!"

There are small tears in the corner of the eye.

Instead of feeling guilty, Gojo Wujo snorted and said, "Really, that's good. If you dare to be disobedient next time, the number will be doubled."

Osamu Dazai: "..." Are you a devil? !

This must not be a gift from Oda Saku!

Dazai was angry, Dazai was wronged, Dazai was sad, and finally curled up in a ball on the bed and fell asleep.