reversal impulse

Jia Ruozi wiped his face, and the wet feeling of his fingertips surprised him a bit.

"It should be a physiological reaction." He twirled his fingers, not forgetting to put the lighter into Fuheshier's hand, "It's like the kind of tears that flow out after yawning."

Gojo Satoru let out a short laugh of unknown meaning behind him.

Before Fu Heisher turned around and planned to go out with Nitro, Gojo Satoru called him.

"Fuhei." He stood up and twisted his neck, asking, "Do you know Riko Tennai?"

Fu Heisher's impression of Gojo Satoru actually stays in the image of a somewhat surly young master.In short, he will not swallow the sharpness and sharpness inwardly, show the sharpness carelessly, accept what you can accept, and get out of the way if you can't accept it-this kind of character.

In the end, I didn't expect Gojo Satoru to become like this after he became an adult.

But it seems that he is not qualified to comment on these.

"I don't know." Shir replied casually.

"I don't know this person, or I don't know if I remember or not."

"Is there any difference?" Shi Er's tone was lazy, and the content of what he said seemed to be provocative, "Why, it means that I must know?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, "If you lived to this day, you might have the same answer. After all, you are a scumbag."

"However." He changed his voice, and said in a low voice that he didn't know whether it was cryptic or sarcastic, "It's better to remember this name."

No matter how crazy he looked, what he said was more clever than the magician in the clock tower.Fu Heisher felt that if he said a few more words, the other party might start a fight with him with a creepy laugh.

- It's not impossible, but it doesn't make sense.

So Fu Heisher naturally ignored Gojo Satoru and left directly.

Just finished the negotiation of two or three sentences with Ye Mo Zhengdao outside the door, and he reasonably rejected Ye Moth's plan to arrange accommodation for him.

"Although it is convenient for monitoring, let's forget about the school building. It is not good for us to have too much contact with the students." Nitro turned his head sideways to look at the second grade in the infirmary through the window.

Under the light, "Family Entry Glass" was inspecting them one by one. The student named Goujuanji showed her his spell patterns from multiple angles with a gesture of complete trust. Then he was touched on the top of his head and pulled up. The zipper of the collar obediently stood aside.

"Gojo Satoru drove the first grade to bed for this reason, to reduce contact with suspicious people, Mr. Ye Moth, his approach is right."

Night Moth Zhengdao acquiesced to this statement.

Nitro looked away, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Shi Er had followed him, and nodded goodbye to him.

"I have almost understood the situation. If there is anything else, I will contact you again. During the period, try to minimize this kind of monitoring. I am a little hypersensitive to this kind of thing."

The two finally came to the familiar high-rise building, and Fu Heisher still followed behind, watching the front desk and handing Nitzi an envelope after finishing the precautions.

Get out of the elevator, swipe your card, enter the room, close the door, and enter the bathroom.

The only difference is that there are no wounds to heal this time, and there is no magician sniping at a tall building not far away.

Just like history repeating itself, the man in the bathtub washed away the blood stains on his body that belonged to the previous curse spirit, and the water from the shower poured down from his head, making his whole body wet.

Jia Ruozi stood on the edge of the bathtub and looked down at him.

This time without Fu Heisher's tugging, Nitzi walked in by himself.

He sat with his legs crossed on Shi'er's lap, and first reached for the water outlet on the inner wall of the bathtub to ensure that there was continuous warm water before he began to take off his clothes in satisfaction.

"I thought you'd go find something to eat first." Fuheshier leaned his hands on the edge of the bathtub, staring at his movements sideways, "Let's say it first, I won't bother you if you get hungry in the middle of the night."

Jia Ruozi glanced at him with some disgust: "You talk a lot."

Nitrate's fingertips were dipped in water just now, and they were not soft, but also very cold. The difference in temperature between the two was very straightforward when his thumb pressed the corner of Fu Heisher's mouth.

"I have restrained myself by not doing anything in front of your son—speaking of which, I won the bet. His surname is indeed Fuhei."

He thought he was self-sufficient and increased the strength of his subordinates.

Fu Heisher didn't feel self-restraint, he just felt that the tone of Jia Ru Nizi, who was obviously in a half-conscious state, was as cold and hard as the touch of his fingertips.

They are all half-ignored, and there is a big difference between the front and back.

He raised his eyelids to see Nitro's expression, under the faintly backlit environment, the first thing that came into view were the more intense light golden pupils of the other party, and the black mole with a very abrupt presence in front of his eyes.

Under the interaction of vision and touch, Fuheshier felt a somewhat empty tingling uncontrollably rushing from the spine to the brain, as if the plastic ball storing hormones in the body was slowly crushed by a pair of hands. Spills enough slime to drown sanity.

"Don't you not look at it?" He raised his hand to touch the tear mole under the other's eyes, Nitzi put his face in his palm, and tilted his head to kiss his palm.

"I didn't look at it. It's a symptom of memory fusion. What flashes through my mind is the two years when I was held down by the clock tower."

Shi Er nodded: "Except for those? Didn't you see anything else this time?"

"You haven't responded to my last sentence, I won the bet."

"..."

At this time, no matter what Nizi said, he couldn't listen to it - Fu Heisher realized this.

"Okay." He continued, "What are we betting on?"

Jia Ruozi pressed down, with his head resting on Shier's shoulder socket, his arms folded on his chest, and his fingertips slid from the corner of the opponent's mouth to above the collarbone.

This position can be accurately felt even with eyes closed. During dissection, inserting the scalpel vertically into the sternoclavicular joint can pry it open with minimal cost.

Up is the throat, down to the heart.

"Ha, did you ask me this question? Didn't you come up with it?" He pressed against Shi'er's shoulder, his voice seemed to be transmitted by the contact vibration between his lips and skin, Nitro asked, "What do you think I want?"

"do not know."

"Then I don't know either."

"The house is full of nitro, don't play tricks."

Of course, Fuheshier remembered this conversation, which tied him beside him, and then became tighter and tighter until it got a little too out of control.

What Shi Er responded was the feeling of his teeth biting into the flesh, which was not very painful, but because the position was too close to the aorta, he subconsciously tensed his muscles.

Fu Heisher put his hand into the brown hair on the back of Nitzi's head, and rubbed it.The water temperature synchronizes their body temperature. When there is no obvious temperature difference between the skin and skin, the action of entering the glass obviously needs to be exerted.

He seems to be using strength to make up for the sense of contact that can be absorbed from the temperature difference.

The hunger caused the memories in his brain to float up, but his blood was rushing rapidly. His heartbeat was steady, in stark contrast to the activity in the middle lobe of his brain.

There was only the taste of rust left in his mouth. He bit down hard, as if he was repeating the experiment period during those two years, and he had to focus his strength on something to survive.

The magic eyes can be transplanted and transformed, but the seal of Canozaki Orange after the air crash made the pair of magic eyes inoperable.

Clock Tower is helpless against Cheng Zi's seal, and can only try to restore his memory and break through the seal through some other stimuli.

He could hear Fuhesher's panting, mixed with the ticking of the timer in his mind, and the sound of water stains mixed with the dullness of the flesh being cut open.

Pain and pleasure are indistinguishable, and the rise in body temperature makes the water seem a bit cooler.

Jiarui Nitzi has always been afraid of the cold since he came out of the fire, so afraid that he and the heat source in front of him were completely glued to the same swamp before he reconciled.

After a long time, he bit Fuheshier's shoulder again near the throat, the skin that had just stopped bleeding was crushed by his teeth again, and he smelled a sense of security in Fuheshier's wound.

And Fu Heisher ignored the malice, and stretched out his arms to circle him.

Suddenly, there was a momentary gap in the family and asked himself: What are you going to do?

Now it is basically certain that changing the fact that Gojo Satoru was sealed is enough to change the context of the entire world, and Cheng Zi will contact him sooner or later.

Judging from multiple world lines, Xia Youjie's defection and the fact that the two groups of people with opposing positions will start to become a life-and-death relationship seem to be a certainty.

what are you going to do

You have seen Gojo Satoru in high school/uniform, Xia Youjie in five cassocks, and Jia Ruzi with someone holding an umbrella, standing in front of a certain tombstone and swearing to be accomplices.

what are you going to do

The next "observation" basically has little effect on the magic eye. The purpose of the clock tower is nothing more than to divert the magic eye and simply "seal designation".

what are you going to do

The sound of water sounded.

Jia Ruozi suddenly asked, "What if I can't give you what you want?"

He propped up his upper body, looked at the scar at the corner of Fu Heisher's mouth, "I can still give you all the money, and maybe nothing else will be left."

"Do you still want to be provocative at this time?" Fu Heisher once again raised his hand to press the mole under his eyes, and his eyes have returned to the familiar cold brown, just like when he was seen in the lottery shop .

"Like a hapless kid trying to buy candy and going to the wrong door."

Jia Ruozi was puzzled: "What?"

"It's nothing." Shi'er let go of his hand and turned to hold his waist, grinning and grinning the scar, and asked, "Now do you want to go out to eat, or continue?"