Conjuration Puppeteer

"Senior! Senior, are you okay!!"

Hanyu Zhu raised his head in confusion, and the young man standing beside him carefully supported his body, looking like he was about to cry.

what happened?

Surrounding... Isn't it too quiet?

"I am fine."

Hanshengzhu coughed lightly, when he raised his head and saw the gigantic curse spirit behind Otoko Yuta, he remained silent for a while, then turned his head silently,

"Where did that guy go?"

All the breath of the curse spirit in the air has disappeared, did he escape?

"He's gone, it's all right! You're going to be all right! I'm taking you to the hospital right now!! I'm going to..."

Yigu Youta looked quite flustered, even stammered a bit, and the expression on his face did not seem to be fake.

That's weird.

Han Yuzhu suddenly felt a little funny.

I just helped him once unintentionally, and that time he did have a very clear intention of using him, is it really worth him to care so much?

...I don't understand at all, that guy is really an idiot.

"Thank you."

Hanyu Zhu nodded a little far-fetched, he felt the spell power in his body draining rapidly, at this speed, he might fall into a deep sleep again in a short time.

Forget it, since it's that child, there's no need to worry about leaving him alone.

"You don't need to take me to the hospital, you should have heard that my body is in the state of a curse spirit, and those instruments that treat humans are useless to me."

a little tired...

"Just take me to a safe place, preferably without outsiders."

His body also began to slide unconsciously, even with Yi Gu Youta's support, he almost fell to the ground.

"senior!"

Speaking of which, did that guy die or escape?If he died, then Otoko Yuta was indeed a very powerful junior, and he might be the second Gojo Satoru. If he escaped...it's impossible, would that guy really give up the rare opportunity to devour himself and escape?

Still not right.

The boy's voice gradually faded away in his ears, Hanyu Canku only felt that his abdomen and chest seemed to be healing slowly, the blood almost stained his entire abdomen red, and the pain had already made him numb.

Han Yuzhu no longer paid attention to the boy's flustered voice, and let his thoughts fall into the dark abyss.

……

"Boom."

The man's voice rang in his ears, as if surrounded by something warm, the white-haired boy slightly opened his eyes.The afternoon sun poured over his body like golden silk, like bathing in warm spring water.

A few birds landed on his shoulders. The environment of this residence is more Japanese-style. There is a red koi swimming in the pool made of stones, which is a bit pleasing to the eye from a distance.

At this moment, the man was standing behind him stretched by the shadow, even if he didn't have to look back, Han Yuzhu knew who he was.

"Mr. Natsume."

He murmured softly, a bit of confusion floated in his eyes.

This is an illusory dream.

A dream that... questioned my heart.

"Have you thought about your future?"

The man still stood motionless behind him, and asked softly.

"What kind of person do you want to be? What kind of life do you want to live? Have you thought about these questions?"

This is not the first time such inquiries have been made.

When Han Yuzhu was very young, he vaguely remembered that someone would ask him such questions as what kind of person do you want to be and what dreams do you have.When he was a child, he was not a lively character, and he could even be said to be a little too quiet, so he would always think about such things.

What kind of person do you want to be?

In the beginning, he always made various appropriate answers in response to the elders' questions, but Mr. Natsume never seemed satisfied.He just shook his head and said:

"That's not who you want to be, it's what [others] think."

"You have to learn to think about your own future, not live for your mother, for me."

As for future life...

Hanyu Tokuro narrowed his eyes, the overly comfortable sunlight made him sink a little bit, almost making people not want to move at all.

If I really want to say it, it's probably [being able to be with someone worthy of love].

But does that kind of person really exist?

"Is this what you want?"

The man bent down slightly, and put his hands lightly on his shoulders, his tone seemed to be a little relieved.

"Then you'll have to catch him yourself."

"Varied--"

In a trance, the world around him began to gradually settle down, and finally the world turned around, and finally returned to the original heavy oppressive feeling.

I moved my eyelashes slightly, and my body began to gradually return to my senses.The original pain in the body disappeared, but instead it was replaced by a sense of oppression that made it difficult to breathe. It was almost like locking myself in a certain cage, and even breathing became extremely difficult. .

Ghost press?

The previous feeling of weakness has long since disappeared, and the opposite is the excessive mantra and physical strength.It seemed as if he had slept for a whole century, washing away all the exhaustion of the past.

The shallow breath poured over his neck and shoulders, with a slight itching that was almost untouchable.Hanyu Tokuro held his breath subconsciously, he didn't even dare to move his body, as if a crystal clear butterfly was parked on his shoulder.

The chin of the silver-haired young man rested lightly on his forehead, with a slight coolness.The slender fingers were slightly tightened on the back, almost making him unable to move.

It was so close that even that pretty and somewhat exaggerated face could be seen clearly.

Hanyu Zhu suddenly lost his tiredness, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

This must be a dream, no, this is definitely a dream... So why did Gojo Satoru appear here! ?This is no longer the category of abnormal situations!This is definitely at the level of a terrorist attack! !

"Well...you're awake, it looks like you're recovering pretty well."

While Han Yuzhu was in a semi-frightened state, a lazy voice gradually rose from his ears.And the hand that seemed to be casually resting on his waist finally let go, which was naturally a little too much.

Hanyu Toki's body could hardly move, which was due to various reasons, or the unspeakable shock mixed with the long time no see, or the confusion and bewilderment of the current situation... But more are more difficult Confusion of emotions in words.

I can't even tell the difference between reality and dream.

"scared?"

Seemingly confused by Hanyu Tokuro's reaction, Gojo Satoru curiously stretched out his hand and pinched the other's cheek, couldn't help laughing,

"Don't you think I'm stupid?"

Hanyu Candle: ...

Well, there is a high probability that this beating tone should be Wujo Wu.

"You'd better explain the situation to me."

Hanyu Zhu tried his best to make his voice sound calmer, but his voice was still trembling uncontrollably.

"What the hell is going on, why am I here, and you..."

Han Yuzhu suddenly choked in the middle of his words.

No, this should be the most obvious result.Originally, he was seriously injured and needed to absorb the spell power of a powerful conjurer in order to survive.

And Gojo Satoru is the strongest warlock, and it is a perfect role as a power bank.

However, that was only theoretically [suitable], in fact Hanyu Tokuro completely, did not want to see Gojo Satoru at this time at all.He wasn't even ready to meet him yet, everything happened so unexpectedly, it almost had a great impact on his body and mind.

He shouldn't have met him at this time.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, one of his elbows was propped under his body, and the other hand was playing with his long hair, his eyes were somewhat dark.

"If you have nothing more to say to me, then rest well. You don't want other people to worry about you, do you?"

"Is this your home?" Hanyu Candle asked subconsciously.

"Oh—that's correct." Wujo Wudao said.

"Why am I here? How did you find me?" Hanyu continued to ask.

"Oh, I was that incompetent junior who was looking for me for something. I dealt with a fleeing curse spirit on the road, and then I saw that guy crying. It seems that child Yi Gu cares about you a lot, you You won't even want to snatch my apprentice, right?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows.

Hanyu Candle: ...

Wait, wait a minute, who is the escaped curse spirit that this guy took care of?Could it be brain teasing? ?Shouldn't it? ? ?Was it so easily solved by this guy?

No, we can't make a complete conclusion yet, it's better to settle the current matter first.

After all, the person in front of him... should also be the person he owed the most in the past.

"I understand." Hanyu Ju lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"If you want to ask anything, just ask. You should have more things to ask me than my questions."

Why betray everyone?Why take all the guilt on yourself?Why force him to kill him?Why run away without a word?

Hanyu Zhu admitted that he was sorry for Gojo Satoru, he was a good and a little too much child, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, an existence beyond his reach.

He should have been more honest with him.

However he couldn't.

"But you don't want to ask."

Gojo Satoru got up slowly, he straightened his clothes casually, and said casually:

"I don't have the habit of forcing others. Tell me when you want to say it yourself. I don't want...you to show that expression again."

Hanyu was stunned.

"I remember your expression."

Gojo Satoru turned his back to him, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was saying something to Hanyu Tokuro,

"That expression has given up everything, as if telling me - even if you are the young master of the Wujo family, even if you are the strongest magician, you can't want to protect the person you want to protect."

"I--"

What should he say?

Apologize?Or explain what happened back then?Or just say something to fool the past?

If it was someone else, maybe he would really do this, but when he faced Gojo Satoru, he couldn't say anything.

He was ashamed of him, using his trust in himself to do whatever he wanted, but in the end he left without caring,

He is nothing more than a selfish evader to the extreme.

Hanyu Candle lowered his head slightly, his long hair poured down from his ears like a waterfall, and fell on the back of his hand, and seemed to fall on his heart, itching slightly, as if he was urging him to answer.

"...Give me some more time."

Finally he heard himself say it.