Healing Vest Essence

"Teacher Wujo, welcome back!" Hirohito Hiroshi froze for a moment, turned his head to look, and cheered with great applause, with a big smile on his face.

Nagasaki Wild Rose secretly breathed a sigh of relief—the previously inexplicably frozen atmosphere was broken, and she felt much more at ease.

To be honest, she really can't deal with this situation.

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei curled her lips, turned her head and brushed her hair: "Tch, you unscrupulous teacher, who would miss you!"

It was none other than Gojo Satoru who came.

"Ah, I'm really sad to be told that by my lovely student~" Gojo Gojo exaggeratedly made a movement of covering his heart, his tone was rippling and authentic, and he twisted his body a few times.

Fu Heihui, who was closest to him, silently moved a few steps to the side without saying a word.

Dislike from Brother Fu Hei.jpg

In the next second, Gotjo Satoru, who was pretending to be a jk, became serious and serious: "But can you tell me what's going on?"

"Especially this, um, 'me' from a parallel world?"

Yazawa Haruto was dumbfounded.

The same goes for the vest system in the system hut.

When Yazawa Haruto first heard the question from the middle-aged man who seemed to be his elder, he already felt that something was wrong.

If the world was as inferred and imagined by the situation he grasped, then the other party would never ask the question "what happened to Gojo Satoru's death".

According to Crow, the other party should be aware of the inside story of the death of "Wujo Satoru", and it is very likely that he even intervened in the incident and took certain actions.

Yazawa Haruto, who had raised his vigilance in his heart because of this change, was about to go around and get some information, when he was frightened by the young man who suddenly appeared behind Noctua Masamichi.

...Did this guy use "Flying Thunder God"!

The figure of that person appeared too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he stood there, as if he had existed here from the beginning.

When he greeted everyone and expressed his return, Yazawa Haruto just felt that the voice was very familiar.

The appearance of the other party is also inexplicably familiar.

Yazawa Haruto still looked indifferent on the outside, he didn't even turn his head, but his eyes had already drifted away from the passer-by without a trace.

He carefully observed the appearance of the other party: the short silver-white hair stood upright, as if the black eyepatch that covered the eyes also tied the hair together, and only the bright red lips and the straight nose were exposed on the whole face .

What kind of bad clothes is this? From a distance, it looks like a walking badminton player. You can guess that he is a handsome guy just by looking at his mouth and nose.

Also, why is your mouth still blingbling, like wearing lipstick? ?

Yazawa Haruto's inner os was very fast, but the more he looked closely, the more familiar he felt.

Until Yuzu Yuhito shouted "Teacher Wujo".

Haruka Yazawa:.

...Wait, wait, just now, it was definitely an auditory hallucination, ahahahaha.

The thought of fluke in his heart survived for less than two seconds. Although his expression was indifferent on the surface, Yazawa Haruto, who was actually stunned and stunned, no longer concealed his eyes, and was caught by accident.

Wearing a high school black uniform, the tall, strong, silver-haired man with a hormonal figure still couldn't hide it, grinning at him, and pulled down the blindfold with one hand.

Those blue eyes that were as blue as glass were revealed.

It is the dreamlike blue sky where the roc soared past in ancient times, and the magnificent sea where the kun slapped the water and jumped up.

Yazawa Haruto felt that his whole body was about to be sucked in by those strange eyes.

That appearance is exactly the same as his current vest, and finally Yazawa Haruto has to admit that the other party is really the fact that Gojo Satoru is the deity of this world.

Yazawa Haruto: Pupil earthquake.

...What's going on, why is the vest deity of this mission still alive!

"Gojo Satoru, shouldn't you have died long ago...why are you still alive?" Yazawa Haruto blurted out because he was too surprised.

The original vests that have been imported all the time are in a state of death. Naturally, Yazawa Haruto, who also thought that Gojo Satoru had passed away for a long time, finally discovered the biggest bug.

If it is said that Wujo Wu of the main world is not a fraudulent corpse, but is still alive, then who owns the script that the crow told him earlier!

The real owner of the Blackened Beauty and Strong Tragedy script is indeed dead, Xia Youjie, who died terribly: Thank you, it’s mine (smile)

In the end, he realized that he had stepped onto Renji Houkai at some point, and was still dancing in front of the Lord without knowing it. He recalled Yazawa Haruto, who had subdued his wisdom before, and now just wanted to escape from this planet as soon as possible.

Yazawa Haruto closed his eyes.

Help, this is too embarrassing! !

The waistcoat spirit system, who had a panoramic view of every move outside, went dark, and cried with his head in his arms.

There is definitely something wrong with this mission, its fame will be ruined here today!

In the infirmary, everyone except Wujo Wu was shocked by the posture of [Gojo Wu] on the hospital bed at the moment.

Whether it was the question subconsciously raised, or [Wujo Wu]'s gaffe at this time, they all tightened their hearts.

The silver-haired young man was expressionless, as if neither sad nor happy, he could no longer perceive any other emotions, and the question before was like a hallucination.

But whether it is the eyelashes trembling uncomfortably at the closed eyes, or the right hand that is grasping the white sheet tightly, and the phalanx is white from excessive force, it can all reflect [Wujo Satoru]'s inner feelings at this time. Restless and vulnerable.

Fragile.

Realizing that I actually used this word to describe the righteous way of the night moth of [Wujo Satoru], thoughts surged in my heart.

This is clearly a word that can never be used on Gojo Satoru.

Noctua Masamune is the one who witnessed Gojo Satoru growing up to what he is today.

He has witnessed Gojo Goto's most wanton, arrogant and arrogant moments, and also seen Gojo Goto's frustrated, confused and sad moments, and even watched young people recover their spirits, strengthen their beliefs in their hearts after losing their best friends, and even find this life. The journey of the ideal road.

No one can discount Wujo Wu's pride, no one can break Wujo Wu's strong heart.

Changemakers must be strong enough, and they are strong enough.

... At least, this is the case for Gojo Satoru in this world.

Even though Night Moth Zhengdao has seen countless times the students he personally cultivated over the years, after becoming a qualified conjurer, willingly died on the path they chose, he also has selfishness and does not want them to suffer more. Injury, I hope they can die well in the end.

There is no normal death for conjurers, and it doesn't mean they have to die badly.

Gojo Satoru, no matter whether he is the strongest in the magic world or not, he is the student that Noctua Motha wants to bless.

Perhaps Noctua Moth Zhengdao is stronger than other high-level people in terms of strength, but what he can give Wujo Wu is the unconditional support and trust from the rear.

The change of [Wujo Wu], the betrayal of [Wujo Wu], the death of [Wujo Wu].

Noctua Moth Zhengdao was not angry or puzzled at the first time.

He just felt heartache.

What made [Wujo Wu] choose this difficult, long and lonely road, like Xia Youjie once did?

It was definitely a burden he couldn't bear.

Numerous thoughts filled Noctua's mind, but in reality, it was only a few seconds.

Gojo Satoru looked around the infirmary for a week, and probably understood what other people were thinking.

What a headache.

I hope they won't transfer that sticky feeling to me, it's enough to pay attention to this [Gojo Satoru] baby.

Wujo Wu stretched his long legs and walked towards 【Wujo Wu】, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed without being polite or showing any gaps.

"Hey, Gojo-kun of the parallel world, tell me what's going on." Gojo Satoru said again to the obviously distracted man.

"It's too impolite to curse the same body to death as soon as you open your mouth." Gojo Satoru took out a lollipop from his pocket and bit it in his mouth.

[Wujo Satoru] opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed his eyes again, "There is nothing to say, I am not the same person as you, my world is naturally different from yours."

"Don't mind your own business."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the sharp and extremely ungrateful words.

Wow, this temper is really annoying.

That's the tone, it seems that there is some connotation.

"Not the same person? Come on, they're both Gojo Satoru, why aren't they the same person?" Gojo Satoru grasped the word keenly, half probing and half joking, "Unless you admit that you're not Gojo...ha."

With six eyes open all the time, and staring at the other party intently, Gojo Satoru caught the momentary expression change at once.

Gojo Satoru, who has been smiling since entering the door, turned cold for the first time: "You don't even admit to yourself?"

"Ha, you megalomaniac, why do you deny [Wujo Wu]'s identity!" Wujo Wu felt an emotion that I don't know how to describe.

The aura surrounding Gojo Wu made the other onlookers hold their breath.

As Wujo Satoru grabbed the collar of [Gojo Satoru], they looked at the two twin faces, getting closer and closer until they were only a few centimeters apart.

It was so close that even the other party's breath could be clearly felt.

Yazawa Haruto looked away, but it was precisely this action that made Gojo Satoru even more annoyed.

Gojo Satoru could feel that his mood fluctuated too much, as if he had returned to the high school period, but even in front of the students, he didn't want to restrain himself.

"You look at me squarely and answer my question. Why do you even deny it yourself?"

Lollipops...is strawberry flavored.

This was what Yazawa Haruto thought of at the first time. He was startled by his own gay thoughts, and was pressed by Gojo Satoru. He opened his mouth in a panic and denied it: "I don't!"

"Then tell me, what on earth is worth your sacrifice?" Gojo Satoru looked at the person in front of him, and took a hard bite of the candy, the sugar residue was rolled up by his tongue and swallowed.

[Gojo Satoru] fell into silence again.

"Aren't you going to tell me? Okay, then I'll answer your question," Gojo Satoru sneered, "Why isn't Gojo Satoru in this world dead—"

"Because in this world, the one who died was Xia Youjie."

"Wu!"/"Five!"

Noctuid Zhengdao and Jiarui Nizi made a sound to stop it at the same time.

In fact, it is Haruto Yazawa who has not had time to finish writing the script and stabilize the character design that he made out of nonsense: He hesitates to speak, and he hesitates to speak.

Gojo Satoru, why are you so conscious of killing yourself! !