The strongest he will never OOC

Jianren Qihai's last bit of patience with Gojo Satoru was exhausted, and three seconds later, the white-haired teacher was driven out of the car with the curse spirit.

He turned his head to the side, and an ugly peach-red curse spirit floated in the air, his eyes and mouth were buried in the fluff, and being stared at by Gojo Goku without an eyepatch, all the hair on his body stood up in horror, trembling .

"Huh?" The man stretched out his finger and poked something in front of him, "What the hell did that guy bring back?"

Pujiu let it rub it stiffly. As a little curse spirit, it could keenly perceive the superior strength of the person in front of it. As long as he wanted to, killing himself was a matter of moving his little finger.

"No matter what." Gojo Satoru squeezed the heart-shaped tail of the curse spirit, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a nasty arc, "The kid who brought you back is in big trouble today."

Pujiu: ...panic.GIF

grown ups!Danger!run!

Upstairs in an apartment a hundred meters away from them, Hiro found himself suddenly back in his body, holding a large bag of delicious-looking snacks in his hand.

But before the young man's curse spirit could be happy, a shadowy chill ran through his whole body like lightning. He didn't feel it in Gojo Wu's body just now, but when he returned to his own body, his body felt as if he was in the severe cold. In the ice cellar, it is not the coldness of the body, but a coldness from the depths of the soul.

Day can feel that this chill comes from the residue of that finger in his body just now. That kind of thing is extremely aggressive and adaptable. Rooted in his soul, seeping into the core of his mana storage.

For a moment, Day thought he was about to be swallowed back by a powerful filth, his blood vessels and meridians seemed to be frozen, and even the mantra was as dull as if frozen, and the plastic bag containing the snacks in his hand slammed down. to the ground.

The curse spirit clutched his stomach in discomfort, his already bloodless skin became even paler, and he couldn't even find the strength to open the door of the apartment in front of him.

Day thought he would never be afraid of the cold, after all he slept in the deepest seabed even in winter, but at this moment he unconsciously squatted down and hugged himself, like a dark moldy little mushroom, curled up motionless at the corner of the stairs.

so cold……

The day trembled slightly, exhaling a breath of white and misty cold air in the warm late spring.

The elevator door opened slowly, Gojo Satoru did not expect such a scene to appear in front of him.

A bag of Xijiufu was scattered on the ground, and the black-haired boy curled up in front of the apartment door, his face was pale, all the blood on his lips had faded, and he narrowed his eyes and looked weakly in his direction.

Fortunately, the apartment is one apartment per elevator, otherwise any neighbor would definitely call the police if they saw it.

Pujiu panicked into a pink gust, forgetting even the fear of Gojo Satoru, and squeezed out from between the man's fingers, rushing to Hiro.

"My lord! Puff, chirp, chirp!" It circled in confusion, trying to find a way to make its master feel better, but the man pushed it away with his fingertips.

The white-haired man squatted in front of Zhou, frowned and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"...Cold." The curse spirit boy spat out a word with difficulty through his frozen teeth, and couldn't help trembling after speaking, the tips of his slender eyelashes trembling.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and pressed his palm against his forehead. The temperature was lower than that of a human being, but it was similar to the usual state of the mantra, so it wouldn't make the boy look like this.

Just when the man put his palms together, Dayu felt a comfortable warmth emanating from that piece, flowing into his body like a hot current.

His dazed consciousness made him instinctively grasp the scorching hot, icy cheeks rubbing against it, like a cub returning to its warm lair, with a contented grunt from its throat.

"Day?" Wujo Wu wanted to withdraw his hand, but was firmly grabbed by the curse spirit, and took his arm into his arms.

The young man's thin body became extremely soft at this moment, and the man could even clearly feel the slight rise and fall of his chest coming from the soft cotton sweater.

Obviously he stayed in this body for a whole day, but it was only now that there was a subtle strangeness.

The familiar and unfamiliar touch was like soft cotton, wrapping his arm vaguely, and a tingling tense feeling appeared around the muscles instantly.

"...Hi?" Gojo Satoru frowned, poked his face with the other hand, and his fingertips sank into a small pit on his collagen-filled cheek.

The young man buried his head completely in his warm embrace, and murmured in confusion, "Wait... I'll just wait, I won't do anything..."

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