With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

This voice-

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and saw the man standing firmly on the advertising stand with "Special Offer" written on the street, as if he had no weight.

The neckline of his shirt is wide open, revealing the necklace on his neck that is very bright in the sun and reflects colorful light. When he looks down slightly, he can see the shining clavicle nails. His complexion is extremely fair, his eyebrows are deep, and he is very orthodox. appearance.

All kinds of accessories can be called a complete set, but no matter which one you look at, even people who don't know how to do it can feel the value contained in those accessories.

"Yeah, it feels really strong."

"It's just that this is a street, so it's better not to be so eye-catching."

The man spoke at a leisurely pace.

Gojo Satoru stopped the operation of the mantra as early as the moment this person appeared, and he said "Huh?" with great interest.

Parallel to his voice, there is Zhong Yuanzhong's voice that also hates iron and steel: "Why - you go out dressed like this again."

"Be careful to cover your skin when you wear it so thick." As he straightened his back, he jumped off the billboard and landed lightly. With his movements, his shirt opened wider, revealing a part of his perfectly exercised body. The pectoral muscles and extensions go down, leaving beautiful lines that make people infinitely reverie.

"Hey, if you don't wear it like this when it snows, you can give me a business trip for half a year."

Nakahara also remembered that he is now this guy's boss.

"It's so ruthless... Your Excellency Leader." He pronounced the words clearly, emphasizing the syllables of the following address.

Then he walked up to Gojo Satoru, who was about the same height as Gojo Satoru, and had the same white hair, except that one looked much softer.

"I'm sorry." He said polite words, but he didn't keep a distance in his movements. Instead, he leaned closer to Gojo Satoru's face and looked at him at the same level. There was a touch of blue light in his emerald eyes, which were affectionate, " From the very first moment, I wanted to say, your eyes are so beautiful, they are more dazzling than the most expensive gems in my collection."

Gojo Satoru looked at him expressionlessly.

The man who looked like a luxury display stand turned into a fine man said affectionately: "Can you date me? I really want to kiss every morning..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan Zhong also grabbed the hem of his clothes and dragged him back.

Immediately, Zhong Yuanzhong also threw him out like throwing garbage, of course the man just landed gracefully, and then he stretched out his hand to support his head with a distressed look.

Nakahara Chuya's face was dark, and then he pressed the brim of his hat and said to Gojo Satoru, "Although I really hope to fight with you, I have more important things to do now."

Gojo Satoru put on his usual smile again. He looked at the man in the distance, showing an expression of fear that the world would not be chaotic, "Actually, I don't really mind, but this little man seems to have a lot of opinions."

The 1.9-meter Gojo Satoru said so.

The man opposite him who was close to 1.9 meters nodded, then took a few steps back, his emerald eyes were full of interest, and he saluted like a gentleman, "I hope you will have good luck in the future."

The ground under Zhongyuan Zhongye's feet was cracked.

Literally.

The surroundings fell silent at some point, and Yidizhi, who was driving all the way, finally led a group of people to evacuate the crowd on the grounds of "shooting the scene", leaving a small area for them to display their skills, and set up a tent by the way .

There are only Gojo Satoru, Nakahara Chuya, and an unknown man in this small area.

The black-haired young man who was supposed to watch the play disappeared quietly at some point.

As early as during their conversation, Shen Daishu had already slipped away, and a black car parked in front of him, with the glass lowered, and Yi Dizhi said apologetically, "I'm sorry, maybe you have to take a walk with us."

"Compared to me, don't those people over there take care of it?"

He was a little distressed, "Although this is not the busiest street, there is a lot of traffic. If I remember the time correctly, it will be time to get off work soon."

Yidizhi resolutely refused to let him go, the car door was pushed open, and he got off the station in front of Shindaitsu, "I'm really sorry, I hope you can cooperate."

Shen Daishu sighed softly, and decided not to embarrass the poor worker, who looked so old that he came here every day to deal with troublesome things.

"...I want to get my manuscript first."

"Of course, but it will take a while."

Yi Dizhi is very good at speaking.

Nakahara Nakaya and Gojo Satoru wanted to show off their physical skills, but Nakahara Nakaya found that he couldn't touch Gojo Satoru no matter what, as if there was a transparent film in between, which made him a little annoyed.

The white-haired man on the side still looked at ease and casually. He didn't even know where to pick up a newspaper and read it leisurely.

Gojo Satoru looked at Nakahara Chuya's fist stuck in front of his eyes with a smile, "The power system is different, as long as I think, you will never be able to touch me."

"Tch, how will you know if you don't try."

Nakahara Chuya gave a handsome kick, and when he turned sideways, he saw a man who was so relaxed that his face turned completely black.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The man poked his head out of the newspaper, "Ah, Chuya, can't you beat me? Come and order me."

He threw away the newspaper at any time, and the newspaper fluttered on top of the trash can.

The man's emerald eyes seem to be able to drown in just one look and cannot break free.

"Who wants your help?" Zhong Yuanzhong has long been used to it. This guy's physical skills can only be ranked in the top ten in the organization, and he has not been able to beat him once in the sparring.

And he really likes to kill with a knife.

... and cheat him.

——"The new leader of the port mafia, the former cadre Chuya Nakahara, has the same fighting power as his predecessors."

The white-haired man spread "important information" as if he was talking about something ordinary. His supernatural power is a rare spiritual supernatural power. The condition for using it is language, which can confuse people's perception of a certain person or thing.

On weekdays, he would always say a lot of irrelevant nonsense in a strange tone, and then mix in a certain sentence with a hint of supernatural power, and then the meaning of this sentence would be like a kind of "instruction" deeply engraved on that person. brain and affect his behaviour, judgment and memory.

But such capabilities have limits.

If the other party is on guard against him from the beginning, the effect of his mental suggestion will be compromised.

People with too much willpower need repeated hints to break the defense.

What's more, you can't fabricate a hint out of thin air, and as time goes by, the power of the hint will become weaker and weaker until it disappears.

In order to better display his abilities, he is proficient in multiple languages, like a perfect existence—on the surface.

Of course, if the target is a deaf person or someone who can't understand human language, he usually chooses to do it directly.

He always uses the tried-and-tested hint of "the current leader is super weak", causing countless people to give away their heads one after another.

After all... the top combat power of the organization is the leader.

It is suffering in the Central Plains, and every day, a bunch of people come forward to give away their heads.

Gojo Satoru is also different from Zhongyuan Zhong. His own unlimited spells and reversal spells make him almost invincible. Although Zhongyuan Chuya has a slight advantage in physical skills, his battery life is far behind.

"OK then."

The man picked up the newspaper again.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Gojo Satoru took another punch from Chuya Nakahara, and stepped back. He looked down at Chuya Nakahara, "Ah, although the fight was very enjoyable, but... I have other things to do."

He teleports away.

Nakahara Chuya stopped at the right time, and if he continued to fight without using his abilities, he might lose. Besides, he cared more about Kojitsu and that guy than Gojo Satoru.

Nakahara Chuya turned his head and saw a white-haired man coming over at the right time. He faced Chuya Nakahara's black face with a smile, "Your Excellency, you can order me as you like. As long as it is your order, I will do it regardless."

"If you can't learn how to use your own power, you are not a qualified leader, Chuya."

He seemed to be really lamenting something, and Zhong Yuanzhong really wanted to send him on a day trip.

But there are more important things now.

"...Tsk, why are you here?"

The surrounding tents and the blindfolds that were put up to deal with such a large number of people were removed, and Nakahara Nakaya looked around for a week and did not see Shindai Tsunade.

Hearing his inquiry, the man said: "I don't know much about it, but this doesn't seem to be our original world."

Not... the original world.

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally knew why those doubts were so weird. He actually had guessed for a long time, for example, this place might be a small world created by supernatural powers, or some kind of too real illusion.

After all, he found very little information about Yokohama here, and all he got when he asked how to go back was shaking his head.

And there are some creatures like "monsters" that can't be seen, but can barely be felt.

"Really, I see." Zhong Yuanzhong also answered absently. He stared at the man's open shirt that reached his lower abdomen, but he stretched out his hands and pulled it together for him, "I gave you this shirt after all. promotion ceremony."

"If you don't wear clothes, there is no meaning of existence." He said with a downcast smile.

"I still agree with this point of view, but, Ye, you should explain to me why you still know someone in this world."

Zhong Yuanzhong also read out the other party's "pronoun".

——"My names combined... would be too long compared to yours, so please call me Ye."

Nakahara actually knew his real name, but this guy later used supernatural powers to blur his impression, and since then he only calls this guy "Ye".

But he knew that Ye was a byte in his name.

"Hmm... Maybe it's a romantic debt I owed before." He fooled casually, "Speaking of... I'm leaving Zhongya, I still have things to do, you can stay here for a while, wait I'll take you back."

"I want to see Yokohama here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the figure that flashed by that day.

"Of course, my leader." He knelt down on one knee, looked up at Chuya Zhongyuan with all manners, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, he said, "...then, I'll take my leave."

His figure disappeared like fog in the blink of an eye.

But Zhongyuan Zhong also heard that very soft sound——

"I live forever."

……

"Yeah, long time no see."

Gojo Satoru teleported into the car, and changed his posture by the way.

Yi Dizhi didn't look back, and said in a very soft voice: "We're almost at the high school."

Shindaitsu sat next to him, leaning against the car window. He didn't wear glasses, and was resting with his eyes closed at the moment. Even so, he still held his manuscript tightly in his arms.

Gojo Satoru muttered, "Hey, don't act until you fall asleep."

Only then did Shen Daishu open his eyelids, his expression still a little confused.

"...It seems impolite to disturb others' sleep." His voice was still vague, as if he had just woken up.

"You can rest as much as you want after you go back. The interrogation room of the high school is quite big." Gojo Satoru said threatening words with a smile.

Kamyo Tsukasa: "...if I can, I want to sleep in bed."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru leaned back, he didn't know what he thought of, his tone didn't seem to change, but the light in his eyes flickered, "It's such a pity, but if you tell me what I want to know, you can consider it." Consider letting you sleep in Jay's previous office."

"I'm just an ordinary cartoonist. What I'm best at is staying at home to catch up on drafts."

Shen Daishu said calmly that his appearance is his most natural advantage.

Gojo Satoru glanced at him, saying that he could hit a hundred without using his hands.

So it strangely matched Xia Youjie's brain circuit.

Yi Dizhi in front finally couldn't help but said: "...Well, the order from above is to kill the escaped super curse master Xia Youjie..."

"Ah...then tell them, let them go." Wujo Wu suppressed his smile, and his voice was indifferent.

Yi Dizhi felt cold behind his back, and immediately said: "Then, this gentleman is..."

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs casually, "It's a guest, right, where's the purlin?"

Based on his understanding of Wutiaopurlin, the other party would definitely not just obediently stay in the Wutiao mansion to rest.

"Senior Wu Zilin is now in the college. When I came out, someone came to look for him." Yi Dizhi mentioned Wu Zilin with a complicated expression on his face, and the dead people came back to life...

And it's that senior.

"Tsk, I was discovered." Gojo Wu also knew that he couldn't hide it. After all, in the high school, the night moth Zhengdao and Jia Ruzizi would help him cover it up, and Xia Youjie's spell spirit with many functions helped him. But if Wu Tiaopurn was brought back to Wu Tiao's house, then this matter must not be hidden.

"Hurry up." Gojo Satoru urged with a smile.

He didn't bother to use teleport anymore, besides, he could walk casually. If the god generation bundle was taken away by his teleportation, what if he vomited all over him after landing? This is just an ordinary person.

"Ok."

Yi Dizhi stepped on the gas pedal.

Shendaishu remained silent, and after he appeared in the Central Plains, he knew that he had to open another vest to solve the current situation.

Fortunately, thanks to his superb acting skills, Xia Youjie also truly believed that the reappearance of Zhizhi and Wuzhulin was caused by his ability. The increase in the recognition rate and the promotion of the plot have greatly improved the system's capabilities.

And... the identity of "Ye" is also bound to Zhongyuanzhong.

Under the temptation of Shen Daishu's few words, the system finally confessed.

Nakahara Zhong also came to this world because in the IF script, the vest "Ye" has the most contact with him. Although there is another character who has contacted a lot, that character "has died", so when the system recovers the data , Accidentally brought Zhongyuan Zhongya over.

Shindaitsu believed it on the surface, but still felt that the system still had something to hide.

Fortunately, if the if copy wants to have a "beautiful" side story, Zhong Yuanzhong is also an indispensable role.

According to the words of the system, brushing one book is also brushing, brushing two books is also brushing, and brushing three books is also brushing together.

Then brush it together.

But before he "works hard to save the world", the most important thing is to publish the comics. Anyway, Gojo Satoru and his god assists will push the plot by themselves.

He is a mature adult after all.

As soon as Shujin closed his eyes again, and was about to rest for a while, Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "Stop the car, their cream puffs are still on sale. It seems that today's luck is good."

……

His "wife" was carried on the back of the five purlins. In order to carry it better, he also deliberately found the scabbard he had used before.

Although the bluntness of this knife does not enable its ability, it can only be used as a mallet.

He pushed open the door.

There are only various settings for conveying sounds, and those old people who are "cautious" never appear in their true colors.

With a calm expression, he stood in the center of the room.

"Quasi-superior conjurer, five purlins."

An old voice sounded.

The boy with dark blue hair didn't answer, he stood there silently, his body straight.

"You've lost your job."

"No matter what happens, have you forgotten the rule of coming to report immediately?"

"Don't forget that you were trained as my successor."

"..."

very noisy.

Wu Lianglin raised his hand and touched his right ear, he slowly raised his head, "Quasi-special grade..."

"This name really makes people uncomfortable."

He pulled out the spell tool behind his back, "Although I'm very reluctant, but from now on, only the scabbard is enough."

He raised his hand and caressed over the family crest and the pattern carved by Gojo Satoru.

Then use all the magic power to erase the pattern on it.

"Wu-jun, I'm sorry."

With all his strength, he slashed open the room amidst the voice of "Are you going to break your previous oath?!"

It's quiet now.

He looked at the magic tool that fell to the ground, and after he tried his best to inject all the magic power into his body, the mechanism hidden inside finally activated.

The lines on the original old knives light up.

As if a dead thing had life, the extremely "destructive" mantra overflowed from it.

The aptitude of this spell tool is enough to be super class.

It was obtained when Wutiaolin became a first-class conjurer, and it was a gift from Wutiao's family.

At that time, all the conjurers of the Yusan Family envied him for having such a special weapon at a young age, and Wu Zilin once regarded it as an honor and recognition.

He escaped the derisive title of "gift" on his own.

He became the "retainer" of the Gojo family, the only future Miko recognized, who could stand by his side.

Five Purlins will not become a "super class" conjurer.

A "super class" who is unrestrained and even steps on the head of the entire magic world is enough, not to mention that he also has a "best friend" who is comparable.

But they need five purlins, and they need five purlins to become pawns to limit Wujo Wu in the future.

"The vassal of the Wutiao family is indeed a good position, but if you want to help the people you cherish more, why not try to come to my position."

The voice of the aging old man did not appear old at all. He looked at the dark blue-haired boy lovingly, and shook the walking stick in his hand towards him.

"...I don't want to." The dark blue-haired boy sat cross-legged. Although his voice was firm, he still hesitated.

"Status, power, strength, these are the necessary conditions for you to survive better." The old man was not angry at all. In the courtyard where the cherry blossoms were falling, he said in a leisurely tone, "The people you follow have already He has become a super class, he was born in the Gojo family of the top Yusan family in the world of conjuration, he is the son of God, and also the future head of the family, and there will be no top person in the world of conjuration in the future."

"Your information tells me that you were once born in a Buddhist family."

"Father was a third-level conjurer under the Chanyuan family, who died in a mission. Mother was an ordinary person, and she also left with your father... The possibility of you inheriting the spell is extremely low."

Petals fluttered to the front.

It is a delicate cherry pink.

Wu Zilin didn't speak, he picked up his spell tool and stroked the family emblem with his fingers.

"I cherish my spell very much. If there is no spell, Wu Jun will not see me among a group of children."

Wu Zilin's tone was firm, "Since such a gift has come to me, then I will use this power to become someone who can stand by his side in the future."

The old man looked at him with calm eyes.

Some time after Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie became super, Wu Tiaolin became a quasi-super conjurer because of a mission.

In this magic world that values ​​spells, he doesn't have the unlimited possibility of "spell magic", nor does he have the talent of Gojo Satoru who is born with six eyes and is destined to stand at the top.

He even needs to bring a magic tool to ensure a 100% success rate of the mission.

His magic equipment was damaged a lot after a mission, so it needed to be returned to the factory for repair, so the five purlins went on a mission without taking the magic equipment.

He paid a terrible price for that mission in exchange for success.

"Sorry, the reversal technique can't completely remove the curse attached to it..." Jia Ruozi clenched her fists, it was the first time that she felt that the reversal technique was so powerless.

Wu Zilin lowered his head silently, and suddenly chuckled, bright red flowed down his right ear, and then fell on his shoulder, making the dark uniform even darker.

"After all, this is magic damage. Speaking of it, if it weren't for the high school and family members, I might have to go to the hospital I hate the most."

The tone of the boy with dark blue hair was as flat and relaxed as ever.

"You must know that the only thought in my mind at that time was...the disinfectant in the hospital smells so bad, it's not as good as the infirmary of Wutiao's family."

Jia Ruozi just kept silent.

Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru are still on mission.

There are only her and five purlins in the whole classroom.

The five purlins were still carrying out their missions, and he quickly became the pillar of the magic world at that time, and his time in the college was getting less and less.

In the end, he was unable to contact him for more than half a month on a mission.

During that time, he often heard about what tasks Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie had completed.

They are well-deserved super magicians.

Wu Tiaopurn slowly bandaged his ears. Since his cheek was injured when he was young, Wu Tiao Wu wrapped his wounds again, which was much better than his technique, and the wrapped ones looked better.

"It's also impossible to go back to find Jun Wu just to look good." Wu Lilin smiled slightly at the mirror.

Wu Zilin thought that he might have countless ways to die.

But when the spell tool didn't respond to his spell power, and didn't become sharper and stronger, but kept devouring his little remaining spell power, Wu Zilin slowly pulled out a smile.

He had already guessed it.

How could this "gift" really be a gift?

It's just a bondage.

The shackles of the five family retainers, the shackles of his responsibilities.

He closed his eyes, lay down on the ground, and tried his best to save the family emblem on it.

But... I can't bear to change it.

His repeated refusal to become a "higher-up" and his increasingly indifferent attitude and performance made them aware of the crisis.

Just replace the disobedient chess pieces.

It would be a better choice to lose one ear, weaken the spell, and never have the chance to become a quasi-special conjurer.

However, he never saw the person he most wanted to see again.

The sky is really like Wu's eyes, except that those eyes are colder and higher, and ah, there are no soft clouds in them, only sharp knives.

Wu Zilin watched as the magic tool shattered, revealing layer after layer of hidden formations that could bloom only by recognizing his spell power—no, it used to be only recognizing him.

After his magic tool was damaged, he took it back to the factory for repair and then came back, the formation inside was no longer a pure buff, but a switch knife that would drop at any time.

In an instant, this place was destroyed.

It was finally completely quiet.

Wu Lianglin walked out of the ruins and saw the light blond boy like a little prince who didn't touch the dust. He tilted his head towards him, and then stretched out his hand: "It's really embarrassing, but are you happy?"

He looked at the ruins behind the boy.

"Well, some."

"Let's go."

The boy came over and took his hand naturally, they didn't look at the ruins behind them again, they walked towards Gaozhuan.

……

As soon as he returned to the high school, he heard that the five purlins had split the meeting room. Wu Tiaowu immediately said: "Well done! It is worthy of being the purlin!"

After splitting the five purlins, he went to rest in the room where Zhi Zhi lived temporarily.

Zhizhi rested her head on one hand, looked at Wujo Gou and Kamyosu beside him, a little displeased, "Where's Jie?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru's expression changed, he immediately showed a "going to cry" expression, "Jieta... don't want you anymore, and you will be an orphan who lost his father in the future, so if you call me Uncle Gojo now, maybe I will Be soft-hearted and adopt you."

Zhi Zhi's expression turned cold all of a sudden.

"I don't believe it." He said firmly, "Go away."

He tried to go out, but Gojo Satoru blocked him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'm not cute at all." Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder, "Jie has something to prepare, I'll pick you up later, during this time, let's get along well with this new friend .”

Zhizhi had been well protected before, and Gaozhuan would not betray him, but Gojo Satoru could use other excuses to keep Zhizhi at Gaozhuan without much trouble.

Saying that, Gojo Satoru pushed Kamdai Tsunade forward.

Shindaitsu pushed his glasses helplessly, he looked at Zhi, the boy stared at him for a while, then smiled, stepped forward and hugged his waist, showing his intimacy, "It's so strange, we just met , but I think you seem to be pretty good... Anyway, you are ten thousand times better than that white-haired one."

Gojo Satoru expressed his emotions with "Oh", and then said: "Then you guys rest first, I'm going to receive other guests."

Gojo Gojo went to the direction of Osamu Dazai and the others first, nor the direction of Yuzuhito's classroom. He teleported to the special conference room set up by the old oranges.

Among the ruins, he saw the knife at a glance.

Gojo Satoru bent down to pick it up, his six eyes had already told him everything.

"..." Gojo Satoru's expression was hidden under his long white hair, and the magic power of his whole body almost uncontrollably surged outward.

The surrounding broken buildings were completely shattered.

Gojo Satoru stood in the swirling gray and white, looking indifferent like a god aloft.

This spell tool will only show a little strangeness when the magic power of the five purlins is ingested. When he went back to the mansion of Wu Tiao and returned the spell tool, he guessed that the cause of death of the five bars should be related to the spell tool. .

This is a formation specially set up to prevent his six-eyed prying eyes. Layers of wrapping and the magic tool itself has the ability to "hide", so it looks so bulky on the outside.

As long as Wutiao Wu does not open it, as long as Wutiaopurlin does not inject all the mantra power, this formation will remain hidden forever.

Gojo Satoru once wanted to bury the magic tool with the five purlins.

But Wujo Satoru only felt that this spell tool was not worthy of the five purlins, from beginning to end.

So he just silently brought the repaired spell back to the mansion.

It took Gojo Satoru a long time after that to get used to the fact that there was only one person in his room in the Gojo mansion from then on.

"Purlin, get me a bath towel..." Gojo Satoru called out, but there was no response.

The custom-made double bed was later dismantled and replaced with a new single bed.

Gojo Satoru is not a person who can recall the past. After all, he is the strongest in the magic world. He has to move forward, and he can only move forward.

It's just that there was Xia Youjie at that time.

Later, Xia Youjie was gone.

"The strongest" has become Gojo Satoru's unique title.

Wujo Satoru continued to move forward, he stood at the apex, and he understood the expansion of the field.

The white-haired man stood there for a long time, and then cast a spell, which destroyed all of the spell tool.

Gojo Wu flashed into the room with five purlins, and the dark blue-haired boy was resting with his face facing the table. This was a habitual movement he developed in high school. Although it was not elegant and dignified, it just seemed to Gojo Wu , his posture looks good even in this posture.

When he was in high school, Wu Tiaolin often had assignments, and his work and rest were irregular. Although he didn't skip classes very much, he couldn't avoid catching up on sleep during class. Ye Mozhengdao, who was still the class teacher at the time, knew the reason and never reprimanded him.

"Well……"

How could the five purlins fail to notice that someone had entered the room? He raised his head, his bangs were a little frizzed because of his posture, and a thin red was printed on his forehead.

"Wu Jun."

he shouted.

"Ahh, I'm still so sharp. I was lucky when I came back. I bought a limited number of puffs. Do you want to try it?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"...Is that so, luck is very good, by the way, Mr. Wu, are you going to entertain guests tonight? I heard that the two newcomers from the high school are from Yokohama." Wu Tiaolin seemed to be very interested in "Yokohama".

"Let's go eat hot pot together later! By the way, if we have time, let's go to Yokohama for a trip. As for the fact that there are often fights there... Wouldn't it be better." Gojo Satoru thought it was "the strongest and most reliable" "The Wutiao teacher must also have the right to take vacations.

Although he rarely rests, including the sleeping kind.

"Hot pot...it's very suitable for a table of people to eat together. It will be very lively tonight." Wu Lianglin propped his head on one hand, and he quietly watched Wu Tiao Wu, who was bent over and looked at him with no image.

"Of course, me and Jin, and Jie's kid, today's newcomers Kamyosuke, Nishiko, Yuren and the others... Well, there are also those two people from Yokohama, who just happened to try out what the supernatural power is tonight."

Gojo Satoru casually counted the list.

"It seems that Mr. Wu is going to spend a lot of money." Wu Tiaolin blinked and said in a teasing tone.

After all, Gojo Satoru didn't care about money at all, because he was really rich.

For example, 25 for a shirt.

"Although I want to kick them and purlin to live in a two-person world." Wujo Wu pulled the distance between him and Wulianglin again, almost breathing could be heard.

Wu Tiaolin leaned back somewhat unnaturally, "Wu Jun is really cunning, I know that I have no resistance to your face at all... It should be many years, Wu Jun is still so young."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a smile that could make thousands of girls' hearts flutter.

"It's a pity that I'm past the age of Bichoco, otherwise there must be less people than me now." Wujo Wu said confidently, "By the way, Jie ran away."

Only then did Wu Tiaolin try to look away from Wu Tiao Wu's face, "I've wanted to ask for a long time, Mr. Xia You seems to be different from what I remember."

"Alas..." Wujo Wujo sighed pretentiously, "Jie was fascinated by the world outside the high school, and he wanted to feel the feeling of being chased by thousands of people."

"... Chasing and killing?"

"Wow, as expected, I guessed right, well, of course I was the only one who beat Jay, but Jay is very cunning, knowing that I couldn't do it when I was in Shinjuku, and then I wanted to kidnap Yuta , Fortunately, I was here, so he didn't succeed."

Gojo Satoru's tone was even a bit aggrieved. He didn't know when he was standing on the side of the five purlins, and he embraced him. The difference in height and size seemed to completely wrap him around him.

The tip of the nose is a familiar taste.

Gojo Satoru slowly rested his chin on the top of Gojo Purlin's head.

"...Later, I performed the spell, in an alley."

"But Jie met a very nice kid, and saved Jie with his own life."

Gojo Satoru said, "I didn't kill Jie a second time."

Wu Tiaolin slowly hugged Wu Tiao Wu with his backhand, "Sure enough, Jie should be blamed for being fascinated by the outside world. Wu Jun did nothing wrong. Speaking of it... I feel like I'm being entangled by a big cat, okay hot."

Wu Tiaolin, who was completely covered by Wu Tiao Satoru, said so.

If two people stick too tightly together, it will be very hot.

"Are you despising me?" Wujou hugged him even tighter, he wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, Wujou looked very slender, but because he paid more attention to physical skills, his figure when he took off his clothes was no bigger than him and Xia You Jie is poor, but the height difference is a hurdle that cannot be overcome.

During the high school period, the height of the three of them showed a stepwise decline, and by the way, there was a scorpion hanging on the tail.

Every time they walk together, Jia Ru Niuzi can't help but chuckle.

"...how could it be." Wu Zilin complained, "After all, I didn't give up sleeping on the same bed with Wu when it was over 30 degrees."

Even if it is hot, he will evaporate.

Anyway, there was a Gojo Satoru with him.

So the five purlins become more and more Buddha.

Wujo Wu is really like a big cat acting recklessly, but Wujo purlin has nothing to do, so Wujo Wu is getting more and more arrogant.

Wu Tiaolin understands, the reason why Wu Tiaowu grows up like this is probably, maybe, maybe...he has a lot of responsibility.

"Let's go." Wu Lianglin gently pushed him away, then stood up, "Let's eat puffs first, I am looking forward to Wu Jun's recommendation."

Gojo Satoru: "Of course."

……

Shen Daishu had the most lively hot pot meal ever.

For a cartoonist whose nerd is 80.00% of his life, this is actually a bit exciting.

He looked at the bowl on the table in front of him, and felt that the bowl was too small. He really wanted to find a basin and put it on his head, but of course he was just thinking about it.

Sitting on this table is the most powerful force in the world of conjuration, one of the strongest brains in Yokohama, the most capable model worker in the special agent department, and the container of the king of curses with two faces...

And his outrageous vests.

He has now learned three openings.

Except that overuse of the head will make you feel dizzy like being kicked by a donkey.

Everything is very good, he recalled the current repair speed of the vest and what stage the script has reached, of course, the most thoughtful thing is