Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

"It's this guy lying on the bed now...he will heal himself."

Frankenstein showed a devilish evil smile in his heart.

Anyone who breaks his stuff, he won't let go.White-haired brat, who told you to break the bed in my temporary ward?

Gojo Satoru who just woke up and still hasn't opened his eyes: "..."

Chu also seemed very angry, so let's continue to sleep.

Chuya: "..." Very good, Gojo Satoru, you actually lied to me.

Chuya said to Frankstein with a half-smile: "Thank you, Doctor Frankstein, for telling me this. If that's the case, the doctor can go about his own business and leave this guy alone."

"Okay." Frankenstein smiled gently and kindly, like a blond angel in mythology, "Then I'll go out, Xiao Zhong also~"

Chu also nodded expressionlessly.

Looks really pissed off.Frankenstein glanced at Gojo Satoru who was still awake on the bed.

Good luck to you, young man.

Then he gloated and walked out of the temporary ward.

When I got to the door, I didn’t forget to remind Zhongye: “You have to fight, Xiao Zhongye.”

Zhong also sneered.

hit him?Hitting him wastes his time?

Sure enough, he shouldn't have paid attention to this guy in the first place.

"Get up when you wake up, bastard!" With an angry voice accompanied by a roar of flicking tongues, Chuya kicked the side of the bed.

With a loud bang, Gojo Satoru bounced off the bed.

And Frankenstein, who was doing experiments outside the door, crushed the test tube in his hand again.

"Good morning, Chuya~"

The voice of the man who just woke up was slightly hoarse and slightly nasal.

"Sleep well, Wu, Tiao, Wu!"

Zhong also rarely called Wujo Wu by his name directly, and it seemed that he was very angry this time.

"Chuya~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chuya pitifully with his pair of blue eyes, "I did this for a reason."

"Hehe." Zhong also really didn't bother to talk to him, turned around and was about to leave.

"real."

Zhong also obviously didn't want to listen to his explanation, so he continued to walk out the door.

Gojo Satoru teleported in front of Nakaya, and hugged him whole in his arms.

"Gojo Satoru, let go!"

The person being hugged struggled vigorously, this seemed to be the first time that he rejected Gojo Satoru's closeness so much.

"Chuya~" Gojo Satoru's voice was hoarse and soft, and his embrace became more and more forceful, and he was almost forced to listen to his explanation with actions.He is used to acting like a baby, but now he has a tough attitude.

He buried his face into Zhongye's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Only when I am injured, those high-level people in the magic circle will relax their vigilance against me and temporarily look away from me."

What those above want most is an obedient tool that can focus on exorcising curses.It is impossible for Gojo Satoru to be just a tool.His fangs made the upper echelons feel his uncontrollability, and they would rather plan how to get rid of him than let that uncontrollability completely get out of control.

In fact, Gojo Satoru himself was not under the control of those old oranges at all. He is now willing to do things in a peaceful manner, not because he is obedient, but because he knows that when the conflict has not intensified to a certain extent, he You can't act rashly without any reason.

He still didn't give up his ideal, the ideal of reshuffle the entire magic world.

The original Gojo Satoru disdained to make himself look weak.After all, in the face of absolute power, no matter what preparations those old oranges made, it would be futile.But now, he has to think about his students, his friends, and Chuya.

No matter where and in what era, there is no reform without bloodshed and without war, but he must ensure that there is no innocent bloodshed and no unnecessary sacrifices.

If he wanted to do these things, he had to let the people above him relax their vigilance and numb their vision, thinking that the strongest is no longer the strongest, and the strongest may also be killed.

Although Nakaya was unaware of the conflicts between Gojo Satoru and the upper echelons of the magic world, he knew that Gojo Satoru must have his own reason and purpose for doing so.

Even so...

"Do you have to do this? I can't believe you have no other choice!"

Even so, I still can't get angry.

It's fine if the self-righteous guy doesn't take good care of his body, but wastes his feelings and makes him so anxious!

"But, this is the fastest way..."

Injured twice in a short period of time.

The first time he was injured, the people above would definitely not believe it, so they sent "people" to test him a second time.

Let those old tangerines attack him with a curse spirit, it's really embarrassing for those stubborn old antiques.

"Besides, they will definitely trouble Chuya. If Chuya gets hurt because of me, I will feel very distressed."

I can't help but kill those old oranges ahead of time.

Zhong also heard what Wujo Wu said before he remembered that Wujo Wu didn't let himself go with him today.

It turned out that he had expected that he would be attacked by the curse spirit, so he deliberately refused to let him follow.

It was the same when he was on Leibo Street before, this person asked him to wait on the top, and he went down to deal with those cursed spirits.

While Zhong also felt angry, he also felt powerless and funny.

"Hey, Gojo Satoru." His voice became very calm, "I'm in your heart, am I weak?"

Gojo Satoru froze, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question.

Because he never thought he would face this problem.

If someone asked him this question, he would probably answer that person with a disdainful expression of "Are you talking nonsense?": "Of course, because you are all weak."

But now, the person who asked him this question was Chuya, who was equally powerful in another field.

"It's fine for me to exorcise all curses, am I not the strongest?" This concept has been in Gojo Satoru's mind for a long time.

Although he hates theories, the pride and habit of being the strongest for a long time has made him subconsciously guarantee to protect the weak to the greatest extent.

In other words, the reason why he feels that the weak are dragging the oil bottle and getting in the way is also because when something happens, his first reaction is to protect the weak rather than exterminate the strong enemy, so he feels restrained and unable to use it.

Facing Zhong Ye, he naturally had this mentality.

"Chuya's power can't exorcise the curse spirit, so just leave this kind of thing to me."

According to Wujo Wu's concept, this sentence is completely correct without any mistakes.

But at the same time Wujo Satoru knew very well in his heart that Zhongya Chuya was also a very powerful existence.

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru retorted, "I know Chuuya is very strong, I just want to protect Chuya."

The expected answer made Chuya feel even more uncomfortable.

The name Chuya Nakahara can be said to be a strong synonym for the entire port of Mafia, and even the entire Yokohama.

But when it came to Gojo Satoru, he became the object of protection.

This gap has touched Zhong Ye's self-esteem.Moreover, it also made him feel untrusted.

"Really?" Chuya lowered his head slightly.

"Well, Zhong is also very strong, I know." Wujo Satoru emphasized again.

"Is it strong enough to need your protection?" Even at the expense of getting hurt?

Wutiaowu: "..."

Zhong also didn't speak anymore, he broke away from Gojo Satoru's embrace, and left the temporary ward without looking back.

And Gojo Satoru also stood there, looking at the back of Nakaya leaving with a little confusion.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, which were the source of his great strength, his snow-white hair fell on his cheeks, and he lost a little bit of anger.

Suddenly he showed a self-deprecating wry smile: "Ah... screwed up."

Fortunately, Jie and Niozi are not here, otherwise they would definitely laugh at him.