Big guys are my vests

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the white-haired man vigilantly, for fear that he might do something to Atsushi Nakajima.

Tsukimi Risu glanced at him sideways, the corners of her lips under the mask slightly curved.

As expected of a reliable adult in the future.

"Don't worry? Come in too."

The red-haired boy acquiesced to his proposal, held Atsushi Nakajima's hand tightly, and secretly put on a defensive posture.

"Come out, eh." The white-haired man's tone was casual but uncompromising, a natural fit for commanding others.

Ai trembled in Atsushi Nakajima's body, his black figure was looming, and he seemed restrained in the face of the ruthless man.

"Give, give me, heart." It stumbled and said, less fierce, but pitiful.

It's a bit confusing, as the rules say, force and request can't be the same person.A man's soul smells like a gray-haired boy, but it's not the same person.

"Close your eyes." The white-haired man glanced helplessly at the curious and wide-eyed child, and he couldn't hide the strangeness in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

Oda Sakunosuke frowned unconsciously, but didn't say anything, his quiet eyes swept across the bluffing Tsukimi Ritsuto.

The young man covered Atsushi Nakajima's eyes with his hands, and he instructed: "Don't listen, don't look."

Tsukimi Ritsu snorted lightly. He didn't want to get his clothes dirty, so he raised his hand and unbuttoned them one by one.

Oda Sakunosuke looked away thoughtfully.

He took out the heart very skillfully.

The heart just taken out was just as Gojo Satoru guessed, bright red and throbbing, showing the man's exuberant vitality.

Ai was ready to move, became bold, and suddenly swept away his heart.

The healing speed of the wound was much faster than before, and the blood from the heart had not had time to flow down the chest, and the chest was restored to a clean state. Except for a little blood stained on the fingertips of Yuejian Risu, there were no other traces.

He activated the mana, crushed the trapped blood, and cleaned it up.

Just as he came without warning, the white-haired man left equally abruptly.

The warmth covering his eyes disappeared, and Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes.

The beast under the moon strengthened his five senses, and the sound of flesh and blood being ripped open rustled into his ears, just like the sound of a tiger gnawing in a dream.

Although he was a little scared, with Oda Sakunosuke accompanying him, Atsushi Nakajima was more curious.

"Big brother is gone, there is no blood on the floor...is the wound healed?" the child tilted his head, wondering.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, seeing Atsushi Nakajima struggling to think about something, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Atsushi Nakajima pondered for a while, tried the method Mr. Nakaya told him, lowered his guard, and listened to the tiger's voice.

"Mr. Oda, I feel as if... I can also recover super quickly after being injured!" The child's eyes were curved, and there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

"A very powerful ability." Oda Sakunosuke did not question it, but affirmed it quite seriously, "But don't try to find an opportunity to practice it. It is my job to protect your safety."

a few days later.

One big and one small changed their new residence in Yokohama.

After Tsukimi Ritsu asked Atsushi Nakajima about his intentions, he arranged for the children to enter the school, but Oda Sakunosuke rejected the employer's kindness.

"If I go to school, I won't be able to protect Dun in time," the red-haired boy pulled out a novel with a torn ending from the bookshelf, "Mr. Zhongyuan, I want to be a novelist and write a satisfactory ending."

On the first day of Atsushi Nakajima's kindergarten, Riko Tsukimi and Sakunosuke Oda sent the child to the principal who greeted him personally.

"If I didn't reply to you in time, I must call Oda." He hung a mobile phone with a string around the child's neck, and pressed his little yellow hat.

"Hmm! Goodbye, Mr. Nakaya!" Atsushi Nakajima was quite excited, and waved to the young man.

"Don't worry about damaging the facilities." Tsukimi Ritsu pressed his black top hat and glanced sideways at the director.

The head of the garden nodded and bowed, and promised again and again. With a wave of his hand, the big hand donated the expenses for ten years.

Not to mention destroying facilities, he has no objection to demolishing a building.

Atsushi Nakajima tapped his toes, and hesitantly grabbed the corner of Tsukimi Ritou's clothes, "Mr. Nakaya, can you often go back to Yokohama?"

"Of course." Yuejian Lisu agreed with him.

Time goes back to the present.

Jia Ruozi was taken aback when he saw Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie in the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Wujo Wujo is like a volcano that is about to erupt in the next second, suppressing his emotions; Xia Youjie is expressionless and wandering, lost in thinking about life, distracted throughout the process.

When Tsukimi Rito walked in, Gojo Satoru's burning eyes almost pierced the elder's chest.

I have to say that Tsukimi Ritsu does have a little guilty conscience, but "Wujo Satoru" is not guilty.

He raised his eyelids vainly, and asked knowingly: "The result is not as expected?"

Yuejian Ritou's attitude of avoiding, not talking, and turning a blind eye made Gojo Satoru unable to start, and his intuition told him that the other party knew everything.

The condensed atmosphere continued all the way.

Until they returned to the high school, the four of them said goodbye.

The setting sun covered the lawn with a layer of red gauze, Gojo Satoru teleported and blocked Tsukimi Ritou's way brightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Countless thoughts flashed through, and Gojo Satoru grasped the most intense emotion and asked directly.

A man of the same origin reached out and took off his mask, revealing his completely reproduced face bit by bit.

Gojo Satoru stared blankly at the elder's six eyes, and he clearly saw what was peeled off and discarded by the other party's blue pupils.

Those emotions that he can't understand and symbolically hide are spread out naked.

"What answer do you want?"

"Five Enlightenments" asked him back.

Some traits that Wujo Satoru had deliberately ignored resurfaced - the indifference and extreme aggression carved into the other party's bones.

He realized that what shines in the eyes of the elderly is not the bright stars, but the dying one by one, the falling of stars.

He didn't want to hear the answer.

"Wujo Satoru" snorted softly, "The patron, the noble spirit of self-sacrifice? You are still so obsessed with appearances."

"I said that you are another possibility for me that existed in my past, so I came to see you.

"I do it because I want to, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Wujo Satoru" walked up to him step by step, bent down, his eyes met each other, "I have already witnessed a failure, before your dream dies, don't let your innocence destroy you again."

Meteor Street shattered and melted into his flesh and blood, and the madness was fully visible and fleeting.

Gojo Satoru didn't know why the opponent's attitude changed suddenly, his blood was cold.

A failure...referring to the future?

In the eyes of the young man, the contempt towards the magic world gradually disappeared.

Noctuid's office.

Seeing Yuejian Ritou coming in, Ye Mo Zhengdao rolled his eyelids, seeing that there was no mask to cover him, he had a lifeless expression on his face, and couldn't help but say, "Why bother? The well-established bond must be broken, it's unnecessary. "

"It's not necessary." Tsukimi Ritsu pinched his newly sewn doll and rubbed it crookedly.

"Fantasy, it's better to shatter it from the beginning."

He was also very helpless, the GM sent a message saying that once the task was completed, the system would immediately reclaim the character.

According to his plan, "Wujo Wu" will disappear within a year at most.

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Instead of getting too attached, it's better to distance yourself now.

Originally, "Wujo Satoru" was the slave of the wicked.

Ye Moth Zhengdao didn't have the idea of ​​correcting his three views. In Ye Moth's eyes, the two of them were equally stubborn and couldn't listen to what others said.

And Noctua believes that Gojo Satoru will teach the wayward guy in front of him a good lesson, and he has great enthusiasm and expectations for this.

"Have you found it?" Right now, he was more concerned about another matter.

"Yusuo?" Yuejian Risu's eyes and brows were stained with a little contempt, "It has eyebrows, and the conditions are prepared in advance and placed in front of it, no matter how timid it is, it can't help but fight."

"Be careful." Noctua paused for a while when poking the needle.

"uh-huh."

Xia Youjie met an interesting person.

"I have always believed that spells exist to protect non-magicians, to help the weak, and to defeat the strong. The survival of the weak is what the world should be like." Xia Youjie said.

In the coffee shop, he sat opposite "Krollo".

"So, what changed your mind?" The black-haired man stopped turning the pages, fingers crossed, his black eyes looked gentle under the warm lamp.

"A few days ago, my companion was in danger, and there was nothing I could do. I realized that I was not as... determined as I thought."

Xia Youjie recalled Atsushi Nakajima trembling.

He was sure that before the brown-haired man came up with a solution, he had already detected the evil intention in his heart-to kill the possessor of Ai.

Of course Xia Youjie couldn't and couldn't.

But he hesitated for a moment, which meant that the balance had already tilted.

"You once firmly believed that everything you did was righteous, but now you find that you are also a member of the villain." Yue Jian Risu analyzed.

"Geniuses have this problem all the time.

Believe that the world is beautiful and changeable, and believe that difficulties will eventually be resolved.

Most importantly, they believe that they are the savior. "

The black-haired man's tone was calm, and the ironic words became peaceful in his mouth.

Xia Youjie didn't refute, he really thought so, saying that he was arrogant, conjurers were inherently unequal to ordinary people.

He always stood at a high point overlooking all sentient beings. He saved people not because he wanted to, but because it made sense.

"You believe in religion." Xia Youjie turned his eyes to the cross on his forehead, "Will God save the world?"

A rather offensive question.

If it was someone else, Tsukimi Ritsu would reply "The Lord created everything."

However, the person in front of him was Xia Youjie, so he closed the book, and the light in his eyes leaked slightly.

"Heretics, they are the source of your troubles, and it is always the strong who make and break the rules.

But now, there are too many heretics who don't follow the rules. "

"Take evil as the way and goodness as the key. The Lord will not forgive me, but hell will regard me as a god." Tsukimi Risu said lightly.

Xia Youjie pondered for a while, but did not refute. The black-haired man's thoughts were the same as his at this time.

"Human nature is evil." "Krollo" handed him an invitation letter, "The Vatican belongs to the saints. I have seen countless fanatical believers. They knelt at the feet of their faith and wept bitterly. They were extremely devout, but they were thinking of their lovers. .

Want to see the underdog in my eyes? "

[Task [-] requests to bind "Xia Youjie", waiting for confirmation from the target. 】

"my pleasure."

[The target has been bound, the target has a 5% recognition of the source of the tester, and the character status has been updated. 】

[The Holy Code "The Ultimate Intention of Thieves" has been unlocked. 】