The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you."

"Then, I'll tell you my name first, and then we'll exchange, okay?"

"not good."

"My name is Lin Tao, not hayashimomo, but lintao, you can call me Lin, or Lin Jun."

"Oh."

"Let me tell you a little secret, I have a boyfriend named Gojo Satoru^_^"

"……what?"

The above is the conversation between me and Gojo · Young · Satoru when we met for the first time.

Yes, although the other party refuses to cooperate, but with blue eyes, white hair, and a bad personality that is so arrogant and cool, I am sure that it is Gojo Satoru himself.

Scanning the surrounding buildings, I tried to get close to the little figure standing in front of the door frame, but the figure looked at me without moving.

"Uh, the current situation can't be explained in a few words. In short, you are in danger."

After confirming that the little Wutiao had no intention of avoiding it, I chose to walk to him, carefully pulled him outside the door, then probed in and looked inside the room.

The very simple decoration has the background of a big family. If an adult comes to live here, it is quite tasteful, but for a child, it is too empty and cold.

Although my parents have not been very good, but when the family was rich, they really did not lack me in these aspects.

Thinking of the exquisite and beautiful children's room when I was a child, the dolls and puppet toys in various poses, and the Christmas socks that my grandmother sewed for me, I looked down at the small Gojo Satoru next to me with some sadness.

No wonder he has such a bad personality, has anyone ever bought him a toy?

The yard is so big, there is not even a ghost, and it is already very good that there are no autistic children.

I took a deep breath, squatted down on one knee, kept the white-haired boy at eye level, and asked him sincerely and word by word: "Come on, tell my sister, the current Wutiao-kun, cast a special curse!" Ling, is it difficult?"

TAT asked this question to a child, I swear, I don't want to, really.

Although I was a little confused when I first came here, but looking back on the experience just now, I can say with certainty that the super magic spirit whose head was decapitated is not dead, we are still in its "field", It's just transferred from my "dream" to Gojo Satoru's "dream".

I can probably guess what that super magic spirit is thinking.Before I recovered my memory, it said that my "fear" was boring.In addition to the following series of things, it can be inferred that the specialty of this curse spirit should be in the aspect of mental attack, such as digging out the scenes in people's hearts or memories that they don't want to face, and then finding the right time to take advantage of the situation, Take pleasure in torturing each other, and kill.

Thinking about it, it found that it couldn't win Gojo Satoru after fighting hard, so it tried to use a spell to make Gojo Satoru fall into its own "dream", so that it had another chance.

Facts have proved that it has a chance, but the two of us are afraid that it will be cold!

Is Gojo Satoru 10 years old now?Absolutely not, he was only six or seven years old if he died!I'm at this age, just in the first grade of elementary school, and I'm still crying because I can't finish my homework!

What a suffocating hell mode this is!

Tears flowed down my face.

I was ready to confess here, but unexpectedly, the boy in front of me neither questioned that I was lying nor asked why, but blinked those clear and cold blue eyes, and answered me: "You can try .”

I really?"

Infant Wujo Wu: "Why did you lie to you?"

There was no trace of fear and hesitation in the other party's expression, but I found that I was miraculously comforted by this little kid.

That's right, I'm such a good-for-nothing. As long as I think that this is Wujo Satoru, I will feel that since he said he can do it, he must be able to do it.

In short, when the soldiers come to block the water and cover them with soil, let's see the tricks.

Sitting still is not my creed, I stood up, patted a little dust on my pants, pulled the white-haired kitten to a corner of the courtyard, and then tried to make a little prediction based on my own experience: "Mr. Wutiao , Come to think of it, does your intuition tell you what might happen next?"

My dream almost completely overlapped with my own memory, except for the last window where the super magic spirit became the only variable. By analogy, maybe Wujo Wu's dream is also like this?

Under my eagerly encouraging eyes, the boy thought for a while and said, "There is a curser."

He blinked and added: "There are still two curse spirits."

Ok?What's the meaning.

I can't keep up with the other party's thinking.

The boy gave me a speechless glance: "Auntie, you are stupid, of course they are here to kill me."

I:"……"

When I was six or seven years old, I was still crying because of my homework, but Gojo Satoru, who was six or seven years old, was already sitting in the yard with a calm face to welcome the assassination.

No wonder I'm just a normal guy.

So, is this the world of the strong?

I was silent for a while, digesting this cruel fact, and then, with lightning speed, I reached out and pinched Xiao Wutiao's cheeks with baby fat: "What auntie, it's rude, call me sister!"

The trumpet Gojo Satoru was visibly stunned for a moment, as if he had never experienced anything similar.

Then I saw with my own eyes that the tips of his ears turned red instantly, his jewel-like blue eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Big, bold!"

Me: "..." It seems that a surprise easter egg was opened unintentionally.

So Wutiaochai, who was so comfortable in front of me, was so innocent when he was a child?

Cough, have you ever seen a kitten with blown fur?

Yes, there is one right in front of me.

It is still an ultra-rare 3S-level kitten that can only be dropped under certain conditions in special scenes.

Really, really, cute, explosive...

At this moment, I suddenly felt that somewhere above my head lighted up, and I instantly mastered some amazing new skills. I just forgot about Gojo Satoru's ability to restore memory.

After freeing up part of my mind to look around, I stretched out my sinful hands, hugged Xiao Wutiao's head, and then rubbed and rubbed on the other's white hair without a trace of impurities: "Sister, I am not only very courageous, but also very fat. .”

I've wanted to do this for a long time, this white hair really feels great to the touch>.

The kitten whose fur was rumpled quickly changed from holding back to squeaking under my forceful actions, and almost struggled to jump out of my arms. Its fair and beautiful little face didn't know it was anger. The one is still shy, dyed a beautiful red.

The sense of indifference and aloof isolation in him finally disappeared, and his whole person suddenly became real.

That's what a child should do.

I looked at the grass in the corner, smiled and pulled a handful of fluffy grass from it, then flipped it over with my fingertips, and quickly weaved a little rabbit.

"Hey, give it to Wujo-kun, don't be angry."

In the previous world, grandma's next-door neighbor had a younger brother who was a little tsundere. I was really experienced in dealing with this kind of child.

Sure enough, the young Gojo Satoru, who was about to get angry, suddenly fell silent when facing the little rabbit in my hand.He paused for a while, took the little rabbit away impatiently and ferociously, lowered his head to look at it, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Cut," after a while, the white-haired boy raised his head, made a disdainful tooth sound, and commented, "It's so ugly."

If you say ugly, then you should return the little rabbit to me.

I glanced at him, and thoughtfully did not disrupt the situation. The business was important, and I turned to correct the problem and get it back on track: "Mr. Wutiao feel it again, how long will it take for them to come?"

Hearing my question, the boy squeezed the little rabbit's ear for a while, thought for a moment, and replied, "About 10 minutes."

That is fast.

I stood up straight and looked around.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the countdown seemed like years when I was highly concentrated, so that when I heard a plain "coming", I still felt a little relieved.

Then I witnessed Wujo Tuanzi Satoru, who was only half the height of a person, and the future enemies were smashed into scum.

While I was stunned, the white-haired boy landed lightly, tossed and caught the little rabbit in his hand, twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously, and said in a low voice, "Miscellaneous fish."