I am the sick and weak sister of 5T5

Bean-sized teardrops rolled down her cheeks one after another, accompanied by low sobbing, which was particularly eye-catching in the huge hotel.

The little milk baby stared at Brother Smelly with red eyes, and hugged the doll tightly with her little hands, with an aggrieved look on her face.

The guests present cast silent and reproachful glances at Gojo Satoru, as if they were saying why this man was so bad and made his sister cry.

Even Kunikida Mama at the next table frowned, if he was still sane, he would have wanted to come forward to coax the child.

Gojo Satoru neither took nor put the spoon in his hand, finally put down the spoon, pulled the paper towel, turned over the little guy's body, and wiped the tears from her face, but the whole paper towel was wet, and the tears still kept flowing Falling, crying and hiccupping.

This is really determined not to eat...

Compared with the previous times of crying loudly, the silent crying of the little milk baby this time is even more uncomfortable. I wish to fulfill all her wishes, just to make her stop crying.

Gojo Satoru stared at her for a few seconds, he was never one to give in easily...but this time it was a special case.

He sighed.

"I really can't do anything about you." Gojo Wujo felt powerless for the first time in his life, picked up the dessert plate on the table and put it in the little guy's arms, and said with a smile: "Little crying bag, come, have a taste This mango cake."

"Hey, don't cry, brother won't force you to eat."

The little milkman hugged the plate, and glanced at Gojo Goku quietly, seeing that he had no intention of grabbing food, he stopped crying for a moment, picked up the spoon and began to eat the sweet dessert bite by bite.

Gojo Satoru was amused and annoyed by her little behavior.

-

dark night

After dinner, Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry to take the little one home, after sleeping for so long in the afternoon, he was very energetic now, so he was going to take her for a walk around the neighborhood.

At this time, there were not many people on the street, and the evening wind was blowing head-on, bringing a slight chill.

"Huh?" Sitting on Gojo Satoru's arms, the little milk boy grabbed his clothes with his small hands, and looked around curiously, as if he was full of interest in the surrounding buildings, vehicles and other things.

"Yeah!"

She suddenly pointed to the subway station with an eager expression on her face.

"Does Rin want to try to take the subway?" Gojo Satoru stopped and followed her fingers, looking a little confused, "Okay—brother will take you there."

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang a message notification.

Gojo Satoru walked towards the entrance of the subway station with the little guy in his arms, took out the cell phone in his pocket and glanced casually.

Then, decisively put it back into the pocket.

-

The man hugged the well-behaved baby and walked quickly into a subway train that just stopped.

As soon as he walked in, the cold air rushed to his face instantly, and the little guy in his arms was holding the doll, his small body trembling slightly.

Gojo Satoru frowned, hugged her arm tightly, looked left and right, then strode to the last second car and sat down.

At this time, the most crowded time for getting off work has passed, and there are so many vacancies in the train compartment, there are only a few scattered office workers and student parties.

After sitting down, Gojo Satoru calmly glanced at the curse embryo clinging to the ceiling of the train that was about to burst out of its chrysalis.

The third-level curse fetus... It is estimated that it will be born successfully in a while.

It is not too late to clean up after it is born.

Gojo Satoru calmly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the little guy sitting beside him, and saw that she was lying on the glass window and looking curiously at the dark outside, he was a little amused.

He also doesn't understand what's so good about the scenery outside.

"Yeah~" The little guy suddenly turned around and flirted with him.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, and just when he was about to say something to the little guy, there was a sudden noise in the carriage ahead, and there were a few screams from time to time.

Huh huh?What's going on here?Why did such a powerful spell suddenly come from the front?

It's a bit like a first-class curse embryo that is about to be born.

This is not an ordinary gadget like the third-level curse embryo. If you are not careful, all the humans in this train will not be able to survive.

But with him as the strongest magician, no matter how many first-level magic spirits come, it's not a big problem.

"Help--!!"

A sharp female voice pierced the sky.

Gojo Satoru sighed, stood up helplessly, and rubbed the little baby's head, "Brother is going to work, Rin, you stay here obediently and wait for brother to come back—" After dropping these words, he took a stride Go to the first few train cars.

The newly born first-level spell spirit is not too difficult to deal with, as long as his speed is faster, he will be able to deal with this guy in a few minutes and come back.

Gojo Satoru calculated the time in his mind, and everything went smoothly as he thought. After finishing the first-level curse spirit that had just been born, he couldn't wait to return to the train compartment where his sister was.

At the same time, just as Gojo Satoru left, the hind legs of the third-level curse embryo clinging to the ceiling were born.

The third-level curse spirit, who was as tall as an adult and looked like a frog, landed in the empty train compartment. After looking around, he immediately locked on the little milk baby who was lying on the glass window without realizing it.

A delicious human pup.

Tick.

Viscous saliva fell to the ground along the corner of the third-level curse spirit's slightly opened mouth, and its eyes greedily stared at the little milk baby who was facing away from it.

Step by step, she walked forward silently, and the third-level curse spirit suddenly opened her mouth and stretched out her long blood-red tongue to roll up the little milk baby.

The little milk baby exclaimed, and her small hands reflexively grabbed her long and sticky tongue, and looked back at the third-level curse spirit who was close at hand.

"Aww!" Big bastard!

The little guy's eyes were wide open, and before she could even shake her little fist, the third-level curse spirit seemed to have encountered something huge, her whole body began to tremble violently, her tongue fell to the ground feebly, and even the little guy touched it. Sit down on the icy cold floor.

The third-level curse spirit began to make a roar similar to panic, and its huge body kept moving back, as if it wanted to stay away from the little guy.

Sitting on the cold floor, the little milk baby was stunned for a while, and after regaining consciousness, he quickly turned his head to look at the third-level curse spirit, with round black eyes shining, stood up with his hands on the floor, and walked towards the third-level curse spirit with staggering steps. Ling, waving his little hands and making a 'babble', walked more cheerfully.

Level three spell spirit:? ! ! !

The third-level curse spirit retreated to the point where there was no way out, and stuck the whole thing on the back door of the carriage, wishing to become one with that door.

Just as Gojo Satoru walked into the train compartment, he raised his eyes and looked over after hearing the movement, his pupils suddenly widened.

His little milk baby was rushing towards the third-level curse spirit with cheerful little steps, and the curse spirit with a stupid face seemed eager to run away from the door immediately.

In the next second, the little guy threw himself into the arms of the extremely ugly third-level curse spirit, tightly grasping its big fat meat with his small hands, and talking to himself in a 'babbling' voice.

Then, a miraculous scene happened.

The third-level curse spirit, which was already as tall as an adult, shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a small frog in the blink of an eye. The leather shoes are stepped on suddenly, level three.frog.The curse spirit died tragically at Wujo Wu's feet before he could escape.

Gojo Satoru: He really didn't do it on purpose.

"Yeah!" The little baby walked up to Gojo Wu's side with vigorous strides, pushed his foot away, looked at the curse spirit that was about to turn into dust and dissipated with pity, and looked up at Brother Smelly with aggrieved eyes. charged him.

Gojo Satoru rubbed the bridge of his nose, picked up the dirty little milk baby, turned around and sat down on the cold seat, without the slightest sense of guilt after stepping on his sister's prey, let alone apologizing, but asked "Rin, what were you doing just now?"

"Yeah~" The little guy lowered his head, buried his little face in the doll, and looked like he didn't want to communicate with him, obviously blaming the smelly brother for trampling his prey to death.

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, pulled the puppet away from the little guy's arms, and said with a cheerful tone: "If Rin doesn't say anything, this puppet will be confiscated."

The little baby boy was stunned for a few seconds, and when he realized it, his whole body exploded, his cheeks were puffed up like a little puffer fish, and his little hand supported Gojo Wu's shoulders, standing on his lap, trying to snatch the cloth back from his hand. dolls.

Gojo Satoru supported her with one hand, and raised the other hand high. Taking advantage of his height, he deliberately elongated his voice and said harshly: "No——yet—yo."

Hearing this sentence, the little milk boy stopped suddenly, staring at him with big black eyes, it was rare that he didn't burst into tears again, but this look made Gojo Satoru feel something wrong...

I always feel that the little guy will suddenly jump up and take a bite in the next second.

His premonition never fails.

The little milkman's movements were extremely fast, almost so fast that Gojo Satoru was caught off guard, and fell on his face, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard.

The newly grown sharp canine teeth pierced the flesh of the cheek in an instant, leaving two small holes with blood dripping out.

Then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he climbed onto his shoulder and snatched the doll, and crawled to the end of the seat in a smooth manner, holding the doll in his arms and staring at Gojo Satoru vigilantly.

Gojo Satoru gasped, and touched the two little clones on his face. Fortunately, the little guy didn't hit hard, otherwise, her bite force would be enough to tear off a whole piece of flesh.

However, now it seems that the little guy is really angry.

"Rin, my brother hurts so much—" Gojo Satoru immediately looked pitifully at the little guy in the corner, covered his face and yelled in pain, and almost cried twice to coax the kid.

"Rin, you can see that the wound is bleeding, is my brother dying soon?"

"Rin, don't you care about brother?" Gojo Satoru sighed, looking pitifully at the blood in his palms, "Sure enough, I'm an unloved—"

"Rin doesn't like my brother anymore—"

"My heart is broken--"

Before he could finish his words, the little guy came running over.

As soon as Gojo Satoru saw that there was something going on, he immediately covered his face with his hands, his whole face turned pale from the pain, and he was a little weak even to speak.

The little baby crawled up to the seat, and seeing the two particularly obvious bloodstains on his face, he frowned, and leaned towards Gojo Wu, under his shocked expression, suddenly stretched out his pink tongue to lick it, still bleeding two small holes.

"Huhu—it doesn't hurt."

He held his breath and lost his mind for a moment.