Conjuration Puppeteer

Gojo Satoru used to be Hanyu Candle's entire world.

Of course, only once.

"I want to see Tokuro Hanyu."

The silver-haired child raised his head resolutely, with a certain irresistible determination on his face.

"I want it now!"

The corner of Patriarch Hanyu's forehead was stained with sweat, and the panic in his eyes flashed away.

"But Master Gojo, Hanyu Tokuro is..."

He is a [monster].

Everyone called that child that, probably because almost all the people he said would die as he said in the future.

Many people thought he was a spellcaster, but he was simply able to see the future.

After that escape failed, Hanyu Zhu was once again taken back to Hanyu's house.He was blindfolded and thrown in the darkest corner, not allowed to communicate with anyone.

However, the young master of the Wutiao family fell in love with this "monster".

It’s weird.

"I am the strongest." Gojo Satoru sneered,

"A mere monster, what can I do?"

Gojo Satoru is not afraid of monsters.

He took the monster's hand, lifted the thick cloth covering the monster's eyes, and untied his shackles.

The blue pupils narrowed slightly due to the stimulation of the light, and the imprisoned monster opened his eyes and saw a bright starry sky.

"Zhu, come with me."

The young man clenched his hand and said firmly word by word:

"I will protect you."

……

Hanyu is receiving criticism.

"Can you explain?"

Gojo Satoru raised his brows, and his tone was clearly quite upset.

"I remember that your reason for asking for leave is that you are not feeling well and you need to go back to rest. Then why are people who need to rest now running around outside?"

Tsk, what a headache.

Speaking of which, who taught this guy the habit of running into other people's homes without permission... Oh, it's him, it's okay.

"I don't think I'm obligated to explain it to you." Hanyu Candle remained motionless,

"Besides, I just went out to walk cats, Wu was too worried."

"You should know that your cat is a curse spirit, right?"

"I thought you could tell that what I said was a disguised refusal to answer." Hanyu Candle said sincerely.

Gojo Satoru: "I didn't hear it."

Hanyu Candle: ...Oh.

Anyway, even if this guy hears it, he will pretend not to hear it.

"I know what Satoru is worried about." Hanyu held his chin, his silver eyelashes drooping slightly,

"Don't worry, the Kamo family didn't do anything to me, they just gave me an apprentice. They probably want me to teach that child the art of red blood."

"Huh? Let you teach?" Wujo Satoru stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly.

"This is not a difficult task, and it can be regarded as a setback for the Kamo family. I am content with it." Hanyu Tokuro said with a smile,

"However, I don't want to offend the Kamo clan too much. If I can owe a favor, that would be a great thing."

His words did not lie.

The favor of the Kamo family is still to be accepted. After all, he does not have the power to fight against the Kamo family now. It is already very difficult to protect himself in the hands of the Kamo family.

Gojo Satoru was simply worried about himself, and Hanyu Tokuro also knew this.

Of course, such worries are not bad.

"You are really worrying."

Slender and strong fingers pressed between his hair, Hanyu Tokuro was slightly taken aback, and then felt the warm breath filling his ears,

"Well, it's okay if you don't want to say it. But if something happens... then don't blame me for doing something irreparable to you."

"It's absolutely impossible to eat okra." Hanyu Candle said calmly.

The tragic past of force-feeding okra has been completely forgotten by him, well, he doesn't remember anything.

"Okra is so delicious, how can you not like okra!" Wujo Satoru protested.

"Don't give me food that you don't even eat yourself." Hanyu Candle didn't back down at all.

"It's really ruthless..." Gojo Satoru was a little sad,

"Can't I feed you?"

"I'll spit it out disgustingly." Hanyu Tokuro smiled,

"Also, please don't put things like forced stuffing in such a polite way."

Hanyu candle hates okra.

As much as I hate him, I like the person who forced his okra several times.