Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

It's not the first time Gojo Satoru has taken a fancy to Ye's sleeping face, but this time, it's even more amazing than last time.

In summer, the sky always brightens very early. After four o’clock in the morning, the sun has just risen, and the golden sunlight falls through the window and squeezes through the dark curtains, leaving a wisp of light on Zhong Ye’s sleeping delicate eyes. .

It's so beautiful, Nakaya who melted into the sunlight...

Prettier than sunshine.

Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the bedside, thought this way, curling a strand of slightly curly orange long hair with his slender, white fingers, cool and soft, as if touching his heart at the same time.

As for why Gojo Satoru woke up so early, and why he appeared in Chuya's room.

The reason is simple, he had a nightmare.

That's right, Qiangqiang had a nightmare, and after waking up, he searched for a moment of comfort like a child.

It was not an ordinary nightmare, but a nightmare that was so real that it made him trance.Even if he has six eyes, he can't see whether the dream is illusion or reality.

The world in his dream is not what it is now.

He dreamed that his good friend Xia Youjie became a curse master and killed many people; The younger generation died in the hands of the curse; he dreamed that his lovely students could not survive or die; he dreamed that he was sealed in the prison gate and could not go out to save them; he dreamed that he and his students had become magicians Wanted; he dreamed of...

He had dreamed too much, but none of them...

People say that the memory in the dream is vague, but this dream was so impressive that it was almost burned into his memory.

Gojo Satoru woke up from the nightmare in that small coffin-like room.

The air was so sticky that it was difficult for him to breathe, and images of dreams kept flashing in his mind.

He looked out the window, the morning light was twilight, it was already dawn.

That dream didn't come true...

If there is no Chuya in this world, then it doesn't matter if it is destroyed?

Gojo Satoru covered his face, the thin lips under his palm curled into a weird and crazy arc.

If there is no middle in this world...

Then destruction also...

It doesn't matter... it's...

he asked himself again.

He even felt how pathetic he was in the dream.

Did not meet the one he loved, lost the important person, was sealed in the prison gate where the bones were piled up...

As the strongest, but nothing can be redeemed.

"I'm much stronger than you..."

Gojo Satoru laughed at the other self, while slowly getting up, walking towards the person he was thinking of in the new sunshine.

He is going to meet Zhongya.

The confirmation is still there, confirm that this world is the reality, and then laugh at yourself for believing the dream is real.

When he stepped through the icy dawn and appeared in Chuya's room, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

That is to say, how could Chuya be fake?

Suddenly, everything settled down.

He walked over cautiously, leaned over and kissed the petal-like lips of the other party, the sleeping person seemed to feel it, moved slightly, and then fell asleep peacefully.

Gojo Satoru smiled softly, took off the blindfold, and looked at Chuya's face carefully.

So cute too...

Everywhere is small, you can hug it in your arms at once, and... um... well, so sleepy.

Thinking about it, Qiang Qiang lay on the soft bed and yawned lazily.

Did you really wake up too early?

Those who have relaxed their minds finally can't resist the drowsiness, and fall asleep in this position.

So when Chuya woke up, he saw such a scene.

Although he was taken aback and almost slapped him, luckily he recognized the person in time and the tragedy did not happen.

The white-haired man was sleeping next to him defenselessly, with only half of his body lying on the bed, his snow-white eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

But speaking of which, this guy looks really good-looking.

Zhong also moved his head, this was the first time he looked at Gojo Satoru's face so seriously.

The maturity and calmness of an adult can't be seen at all, and the quiet sleeping face is as immature and innocent as a child.

Is this guy really 28 years old?Zhong also began to doubt.

If you just look at his face, he must be a high school student, and his personality also looks like a minor.

Zhong also poked the man's handsome nose angrily.

Looking so tender, women will be jealous.

At this time, Zhong also didn't know that even in his deep sleep, he was the only one who could touch Wujo Wu.

"Hmm... Chuya..." Gojo Satoru grumbled, reaching out and grabbing the hand that Chuya hadn't had time to withdraw.

I don't know if he fell asleep unconsciously, or did it on purpose, he grabbed Zhongya, hugged him into his arms, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Don't make trouble, sleep again..."

His voice was soft, sticky, laziness and hoarseness in a deep sleep.

Zhong Ye hadn't heard his voice for a long time, and felt a little warm in his ears for a while, even the other party kissed him and was ignored.Veins popped up on his forehead, and he couldn't bear to shout: "Get up quickly, Wutiao!"

"No." The white-haired man woke up completely, but still closed his eyes and clenched his arms tightly.

"If you don't get up, I will get up!" Zhong also pushed him, but he didn't push, "Let go quickly, and why are you at my house?!"

"No." Gojo Gojo hugged Chuya stubbornly, "I'm having a nightmare Chuya."

"Huh? So that's why you broke into my house? Are you a child? Afraid of nightmares?"

Zhong Ye was taken aback when he heard the words, just now he thought he was underage, will he suddenly degenerate into a child?Why are you afraid of nightmares?

"It's really scary! I didn't want me anymore in my dream, and I was with that Dazai." Gojo Satoru buried his face in Nakaya's arms and rubbed vigorously, "Then I woke up with a fright..."

Zhong Ye was silent for a moment, patted his head, and said, "What are you thinking, idiot, how could I be with that mackerel?"

"Don't be with him, he's already with my student who came back from the dead (not), you have no chance." Gojo Gojo said to himself as if he didn't hear Chuya's words.

"I told you I won't be with him!"

"Nakaya is with me!" Gojo Satoru looked at Chuya expectantly with his blue jewel-like eyes.

"I didn't say I was with you." Zhong also pushed his head away hard, and said with a serious expression, "Get up quickly, you have nothing to do, I have to go to work!!!"

Gojo Satoru let go of his embrace like a man.

Zhong also got up quickly, so as not to hug this guy suddenly.

Gojo Satoru honestly didn't hug him, but followed him into the bathroom.

Nakahara also squeezed the toothpaste, put the toothbrush into his mouth, and found Gojo Satoru was still leaning against the door and staring at him intently.

He was so angry that even the dumb hair that was raised because of getting up in the morning trembled.

"What are you doing with me?" Chuuye's tone was a little impatient.

"Didn't you say yesterday that you want to be Chuya's bodyguard? I have to follow Chuya every step of the way." Gojo Satoru smiled innocently.

Zhong also endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back anymore, and pushed the person out with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Touch!" The door slammed shut.

"Wait for me outside the door!" Zhongya shouted through the door.

Gojo Satoru stared at the closed door in front of him, his eyes darkened.

The originally clear and bright ice blue was covered with a shadow, and it settled into a dark blue as deep as the night.

He gently caressed the door. It was too easy for him to break through the barrier. He only needed to use a little force, and the door would have no bones left, and the people inside would not be hurt at all.

He clenched his fists and endured it, but in the end he still didn't move, as Chuya wished, he obediently waited outside the door.

Nakaya inside was brushing his teeth while thinking about Gojo Satoru, who was a little abnormal today.

Even though Gojo Satoru thought he was hiding well, but for some reason, Zhong could feel that a storm was brewing in the heart of the man outside the door.

Chuya spit out the mouthwash, turned on the faucet, and washed his face while thinking.

This guy, didn't he really dream that I ran away with Dazai and got jealous...

He suddenly began to worry about his former partner's safety, but only for a few seconds, and then he put that concern behind him.

He picked up a towel to wipe his face, and when he opened the bathroom door, Gojo Satoru was still standing outside the door.

He remained motionless, with his head slightly lowered, his snow-white hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Hey you……"

"Zhong also finally came out."

Before he could say anything, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head with a big smile on his face.

There was something really wrong with this guy today.

Zhong also frowned.

"What happened to you?"

"Huh? It's nothing." Gojo Satoru was still smiling, and there seemed to be no haze.

Chuu also felt a little headache for a moment.

No matter how old you are, you still have to deal with problem children.

"Hurry up and tell the truth, I don't have that much patience!" Zhong stroked his hair impatiently, and looked at Gojo Satoru with a serious expression, his sharp eyes seemed to swear that he would have nowhere to hide.

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment, and he chuckled as if giving up.

"Heh..." Then the smile became brighter, and he walked towards Zhongye step by step, even Zhongye couldn't help backing away due to the powerful and tyrannical oppressive feeling.

"Hey, Chuya." Gojo Satoru leaned against the tiled wall of the bathroom, with infinite tenderness in his icy blue eyes.

"Will you leave me?"

He didn't seem to need this person to answer, so he continued on his own: "I won't leave me, but I still can't help thinking, if I were another me, would I not be able to help but destroy this world?" ..."

The cold wall made Zhong also frowned uncomfortably, but he didn't push away the oppressive person, allowing the other person to continue talking, his amber-like clear eyes quietly watching him.

"Destroy the world without you..."

"I can do it. For me, it's just as simple as filling out a questionnaire on the road."

"I am the strongest... Chuya knows, what does the strongest mean? No one is stronger than me, no one can surpass me, I am the existence standing at the top..."

"Is it too bad to be sealed?"

Even though Wujo Satoru knew that the dream was fake, he still couldn't help but panic.

He originally didn't want to say these words to Zhong, but for some reason, he couldn't help but say them all.

Are you really too fragile?

Has the strongest self wavered?

No, he didn't waver.

He was sure that he was still steadfast, he just suddenly felt that this world was no longer necessary, so he came to ask for an opinion.

Suddenly, a warm palm was close to his cheek.

Chuya didn't have any warm and nasty words, he just forced the other party to look into his eyes.

He also looked into Gojo Satoru's eyes.

That pair of snow-like, beautiful and bright eyes, even though Gojo Satoru said those words that sounded confused, there was no confusion or pain in those eyes. Instead, there was a raging rage rolled up under the gentleness, but for some reason Carefully suppressed.

The madness of the conjurer is carved into the bones, and those who fight and fight all the year round will also integrate tyranny into their bones.

Therefore, those who are not firm in mind are doomed to perish on this path.

Although Wujo Satoru was steadfast in his mind, he only asked this question because the dream was so real that he could empathize with it.

He wanted Chuya to give him a reason to continue to believe in this world.

It may be contradictory to say this, but for Gojo Satoru, continuation or destruction is a matter of an instant, and he can do it, no matter which one he chooses, it makes no difference to him.

As long as important people are there for him, there is no need for others to exist.

So he just thought, let Chuya give him a reason to maintain the status quo, and let the balance in his heart quietly tilt to the side of "let this world continue like this for a while and then change slowly".

Instead of letting myself make a mistake, I chose to "rebuild the world after destruction."

In the past, I also felt that Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu were similar, they were both cynical people who were emotionally desolate.

Only now did he understand that Gojo Satoru was the exact opposite, so he was cynical.

"What are you thinking? Even if the world is rotten, wouldn't it be good to use your own power to change it?" Chuya frowned and said, "Aren't you the strongest? Are you strong enough to change the world? "

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Ah……"

He rested his forehead on Chuuya's shoulder, trembling with laughter.

"Of course I have, it's just to change the world..."

Of course I can.

Wujo Wujo laughed freely, unprecedentedly.

It was as fun as when he was almost killed by Fu Heisher and suddenly realized the reversal of the spell.

"Zhongye~" His arms wrapped around Zhongye's slender waist, hugging him up, "Why are you so..."

Why do you make me like you so much~

"Bastard, let me go!!!" This person doesn't have skin hunger and thirst, why is it so sticky.

While disgusted, Chuya subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

It's finally back to normal, the bastard.

It made him so worried.

"No~" Gojo Satoru carried Chuya out of the bathroom, "Just hug Chuya and go to work, okay?"

"I just want to hold it like this, I don't want to let go~"

For the second time today, the veins on Chuya's forehead popped out.

He thought with a smile on his face, sure enough, once this guy shows him a little good face, he will make more progress.

Nakaya pushed Gojo Satoru's chest away.

"Let go of you bastard, bastard!!!"

Congratulations to Zhongye, once again he was pissed off.