Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

Chuya's curly orange hair was messy, and blood stuck to his delicate face, his eyes were dull.The blue eyes that were originally as blue as the ocean are now dark, and they are connected with the pupils.

There are mysterious curly patterns on his face and arms, and on his fair skin, it is like hot boiling magma flowing in the cracked pale stone cracks.

The black leather gloves he used to wear on his hands were gone, and his hands and arms were almost stained red by the bright red blood.

He didn't seem to realize that he was seriously injured and attacked the special magic spirit.

"Yeah!!!!" Accompanied by a sharp roar, when Nakaya raised his hand, a big black ball slowly appeared on that seemingly slender and fragile hand.

Like his eyes, the orb had an ominous dead air on its head, exuding a depressing aura as if it could swallow everything.

"Yeah!!!" Zhong also threw the ball at the special curse spirit forcefully.

"It's useless, it's impossible for you to hit me." The curse spirit dodged quickly, avoiding the huge black ball.

One of the functions of this super magic spirit's domain is to allow it to have an unparalleled speed beyond ordinary people.

Because he is a powerful spell spirit, he is inherently weak in terms of speed. Even though his speed is not bad, it has not reached the extreme.

But it's the field that just makes up for it.

Chuya turned a deaf ear, ignored the pain, and continued to attack tirelessly like a machine.

The super magic spirit escaped Zhongye's attack, but where the black ball went, there was a big gap in the field.

Even if the spell spirit can quickly complete it, the mana power consumed during the repair process cannot be ignored.

This is what Gojo Satoru saw when he entered the realm.

His eye sockets turned red all of a sudden, and the pain in his heart took his breath away instantly.

His middle was also injured...

was also injured.

injured……

injured? !

how dare you? ? ? ! ! !

The surging mantra coercion unfolded overwhelmingly, the five enlightened spirits were suspended in the air, and the snow-white hair fluttered in the air automatically without the wind.

The domain that had already been broken was even more crumbling under this kind of coercion, and the curse spirit who was still proud just now felt real fear at this moment.

That is a height that it will never be able to reach, and it is also a strength that is completely two dimensions away from him.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru was completely filled with what he had just seen.

"Zhongye..." He called his lover's name softly as if he was muttering to himself, with incomparable tenderness in his mouth, and then slowly spit it out, fearing that it would be blown away with force.

Gojo Satoru looked at the special curse spirit.

"You hurt him like this."

Not interrogative sentences, but declarative sentences.

Gojo Satoru's eyes at this time were as cold as looking at a humble speck of dust, his eyes were filled with violent bloodshot eyes, and a bloodthirsty and crazy purple charm appeared in the bright ice blue eyes, as if he was pregnant with the possibility of being born at any time. A storm that can destroy everything.

The restless mantra was like a silver snake covered with lightning, wrapping around Wujo Wu's body with the sound of air bursting, ready to go.

He was soaked in blood, and his fingertips were covered with half-dried blood left by the real person just now.

The five enlightenments at this time came from Shura in hell.

"I……"

"It seems that the old and new grudges have to be settled together." For the first time, there was no smile on the corner of his mouth, and an uncontrollable desire to destroy filled his heart.

"I'm dead, this domain disappears, and that dwarf will also..."

"Don't worry." Gojo Satoru interrupted the curse spirit, his tone was very light, as if he was stating some unchangeable fact.

"He died today..."

"Varied……?"

"It can only be you."

Gojo Satoru stood in front of Nakaya, keeping his wounded lover behind him.He made an infinite gesture with his right hand, and his cold voice echoed in the realm of spell spirits.

"The field expands——"Boundless space"! "

But in the blink of an eye, the dark universe devoured the two realms, without even a buffering process.

Different from the playfulness and carelessness of exorcising real people, Gojo Satoru now only wants to crush this super curse spirit to ashes.

The huge body of the super-level mantra stood in the universe, motionless, as if it was about to be executed next.

"Spell Reversal - "He"! "

The blood-red beam of light directly pierced through the heart of the special curse spirit, engulfed by Gojo Wu's strong killing intent.

The curse spirit turned into countless black light spots, annihilated in the air.

The super-level curse spirit has been exorcised.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head slightly, his consciousness gradually returned, he took two deep breaths, forcing himself to dispel the desire to destroy in his heart, before he dared to rush over to hug his Chuya.

The "Boundless Space" also dissipated bit by bit.

"Middle..." Gojo Gojo just turned around, and a huge black ball hit him head-on.

He was startled suddenly, and quickly dodged. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have moved in an instant, and he might have explained here today.

Chuya, having lost his attack target, pointed the finger at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was forced to play the game of "throwing sandbags" with Zhongya helplessly.

The middle is also lost, and Wujo Wuzang.

It's just that "throwing sandbags" is a game where life may be lost at any time.

"Chuya, wake up!!!"

Wujo Wu's heart was distressed, anxious, and wronged. A variety of emotions blended together, making his eyes reddened a bit.

He could see that Chuya was completely irrational at this time, and he was just attacking him indiscriminately.

but!

Zhong Ye wakes up quickly, let's go for treatment!

It hurt so badly.

Am I not your favorite Gojo Satoru?

You were obviously still doing shameful things with other people in bed yesterday, and you still hugged and held high in the morning.

Why are you facing me with swords and swords again at this moment? !

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved.

"Nakaya~" Gojo Satoru didn't hide anymore, relying on his own infinity, no one could break it, he rushed directly in the opposite direction, and took his baby Zhongya into his arms.

Gojo Satoru trembled with distress as his blue eyes as bright as stars stared into the lightless darkness.

This was the first time he hugged Chuya at a loss, with an expression on his face that was even more helpless than a child's.

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of Zhongye's eyes, and the blood-red tears lined off his pale cheeks, which was extremely glamorous and mysterious.

This is clearly a sign of impending exhaustion.

Chuya's body began to collapse from the excessive power he used just now.

"Chuya..." Gojo Satoru ignored Chuuya's struggle and roar and violent attack, and forcibly locked him in his arms.

"Chuya... just look at me..."

He acted like a baby to Zhongya in an almost begging tone, with a strong nasal voice as if he could cry in a second.

Normally, Chuya would definitely look at it awkwardly and distressed, but now, he really couldn't hear a word Gojo Satoru said.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Zhongye..."

"what!!!"

Could it be that Chuuya really died in his arms?

Thinking of this possibility, Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly darkened.

Impossible, he won't let Chuuya die.

The sane Zhong also suddenly became quiet. Although his eyes were still dull, they were not as violent as before.

Like a ferocious beast that has been calmed down, it is as well-behaved as if it has been tamed.

Only then did Gojo Satoru realize that Chuya had been looking into his eyes.

He looked at the past with the most gentle eyes in his life.

The icy blue eyes seemed to have turned into a pool of spring water, gentle and clear.

Gradually, the patterns on Chuya's face and arms gradually faded, and his skin returned to his original fair and smooth skin. His dark eyes also began to fade little by little until the ink faded away, and those eyes returned to their original blue color. The light in his eyes slowly recovered and turned into a normal look, as if the darkness never existed.

"Woo... Chuya, you scared me to death." Gojo Satoru, who was relieved, buried his face in Chuya's neck, with a hint of crying in his voice.

Great...it's back to normal...

"Ah..." Sorry.

Chuya originally wanted to pat Gojo Satoru's head to appease his frightened lover, and then taunted him, "What's the fuss about this?"

But he really didn't have the strength right now, before he could raise his arms, he fainted in Gojo Satoru's arms.