The spell daily of the departed savior

In the Honmaru, the early spring sun was smoky and warm. The huge cat rolled into a hill-like ball, lying on the corridor of the wooden corridor in the vestibule, and the fluffy cat's head rested on the side of Wuli's leg, snoring steadily.

Wu Li closed his snow-blue robe, looked down at the notebook in his hand, gently turned a page with his slender fingers, trying his best not to curl the edge of the book.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga lay on his back in the room with the shoji door wide open behind him, drowsy while hugging the white fluffy crane ball.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, breaking the lazy spring afternoon in Honwan.

"knock-knock"

The knock on the door sounded unhurriedly, with a sense of laxity.It seemed that the person who knocked on the door was not in a hurry to wait for someone to open the door, but just came to say hello in a harmless way.

But the problem is that this place is built in the gap of time and space, and the coordinates can only be known and reached by the god judge and the government of time.

Wuli's peaceful expression turned serious instantly, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga woke up immediately.

"Did Wuli-kun invite someone to come to Honmaru? I haven't heard you mention it."

"No." Wuli pulled out the appraiser authority interface, and after confirming that there were no temporary visitors, his sharp brows sank slightly: "There are no visitors who come according to the normal process."

Some... can only be illegal trespassers.

Just when the two were wondering, the door was knocked again.

This time, the people outside seemed a little bored, and the extremely irregular knocking on the door sounded more like an out-of-tune tune.

"【Circle】." Wuli stood up with serious eyebrows and eyes, and the air flowing around his body quickly expanded into an invisible sphere centered on him as the single sound fell, and the people outside the gate were also included in the circle. Inside.

Relying on the aura that can sense everything in [Circle], Wuli "sees" the person outside the door——a tall man with white hair and a blindfold is holding a pink paper bag in his arms, and he is looking bored with his hands in his pockets. Humming.

This is……

The door of Honmaru slowly opened, and the expressionless Wuli appeared: "Mr. Gojo."

Wuli's eyes were dead: "Please give me a reason for you to stand in front of my Honmaru door and sing."

"Yo! Xiaoli, it's been a long time since I saw you, it seems you've grown up hahaha." Gojo Satoru smiled so cutely that red circles appeared on his face, as if he didn't see Wuli's dangerous expression, he raised his hand happily and Wuli said hello.

Wuli moved his lips, and looked at the magician who was as strange as he remembered speechlessly: "Please don't call me that, Mr. Gojo. I only met Mr. Gojo with my teacher many years ago, and I haven't been familiar with it yet. kind of..."

"Ah, I can't remember that kind of trivial thing hahaha, but it doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru raised his arms and stretched, then rushed over and pressed his tall body on Wuli's body, with slender arms Hooking Wuli's shoulders, he led him into Honmaru.

"Your good friend, I came to see you from a long distance. I am so tired that I can hardly stand up. Please invite me in and have a cup of tea."

Wuli quickly turned sideways a second before Wujo Wu rushed over, but unexpectedly failed to dodge, and could only be forced to bear the weight of Wujo Wu.

"...Mr. Wutiao, I only met you once, when did my good friend have more false memories?" Wuli's face darkened instantly.

He suddenly tried to shake off the inexplicably familiar conjurer, but the energy he had gathered dissipated when Gojo Satoru casually patted him on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Wuli, who had been deflected twice in a row, had dark eyes that were darkened, looking very dangerous when he looked closely.

It looked like a ferocious beast lowered its figure, growling and preparing to attack.

However, Gojo Satoru lowered his head to the side, and was only a few centimeters away from Wuli's face, and could even feel his warm breath.

The natural "six eyes" can clearly see the dangerous undercurrent surging under Wuli's calm surface, but Gojo Satoru only smiled happily after a moment of serious expression: "That kind of small details don't matter. Little, from~~"

Wuli bit the accent and paused every word: "Five, Tiao, sir, please maintain social etiquette and call me Mr. Wuli, I haven't gotten to know you that well yet."

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru exaggeratedly clutched his chest: "We all did that together, and Xiaoli is so heartless, it's heartless."

Wuli felt his temples beating violently.

The Fusangshen who rushed over after hearing the sound could only stare dumbfounded at the dark face of their own judge who was forcibly hooked by a strange white-haired man towards the building. His face became darker and darker.

Sanri Yuezong looked at Wuli's back with a smile on his face: "What an enviable friendship."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyebrows and looked: "Seriously?"

The old man nodded with a smile: "Of course...no."

The arrival of Gojo Satoru made the cursers in the courtyard who pretended to be flowers and animals tremble, and the delicate rose bushes even whimpered when Gojo Satoru walked by, and instantly withered away.

Crane Ball desperately pushed into Tsurumaru Kuninaga's combat uniform, wetting his chest wet.Even the gigantic Mimi cowered behind the pillar and covered her eyes.

It wasn't until he stepped into the study room on the first floor that Wuli broke free the moment Wujo Wu let go of his hand, took a few steps back to distance himself, and looked at Wujo Wu warily.

However, Gojo Satoru, who was wearing the uniform of a high school teacher of conjuration, glanced at the layout of the study contentedly, and then sat down on the tatami first instead of customers: "Little Li, sit down, you are welcome."

The corners of Wuli's lips twitched: "I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Gotiao still has some changes—has his memory fading so quickly, he even forgot that this is my Honmaru."

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized: "Oh, is Xiaoli angry because I haven't seen you for so many years?"

Wuli: "..."

He sighed, and sat down opposite Gojo Satoru: "The coordinates of Honmaru should be absolutely hidden. There is no official visitor application from the Shizhi government. How did Mr. Gojo find this place?"

"Hey - it's just a little far away."

Wujo Wu spread his hands, and instead smiled, he threw the pink paper bag that had been on his arm to Wuli: "No, although it's a bit late, let's take it as a housewarming gift for you."

"What?" Wu Li asked subconsciously.

"Salty sakura mantou, super unpalatable." Gojo Gori said confidently, "I bought two flavors, and I finished eating the sweet one. After thinking about it, I brought the salty one to the disobedient students who ran away without permission."

With a pause for the outstretched hand, Wuli slightly raised his eyes to look at the opposite side, his eyes gloomy: "Mr. Wutiao...what did you just say?"

"Say you ran away without authorization, Xiao Li."

Gojo Satoru swayed from side to side, dissatisfied with the touch of the tatami mat, so he moved to the soft cushion behind the desk not far away in a bent-knee posture, and then sat down, so happy that the background seemed to be bouncing Flowers came out.

Wuli stared at Wujo Wu quietly for a long time, then lowered his eyes slightly: "How much do you know?"

"Quan—" Gojo Satoru stretched out a slender finger, shaking it in front of his eyes: "—— Department."

Wuli's pupils constricted in an instant, and the qi flowing smoothly around his body became chaotic for a moment, leaking out a dangerous aura.