The Inquisitor's Conjurer Mr.

"Wu Jun, I ordered it."

After hearing this sentence, the corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth couldn't stop turning up, and with one step of his long legs, he walked towards the sofa where Xing was sitting.

"Is this really the person you ordered?"

Seeing the tall man getting closer and closer, Koyo Ozaki stared at Yuki suspiciously.

Xing opened his mouth, and was thinking about how to explain to Sister Hongye, when there was another knock on the door, Higuchi who was closest to the door opened the door again, and there were three handsome men in suits standing at the door.

"Good evening, beautiful ladies, I'm Asuka Shiraba/Shunta Inoue/Sora Sonoshita."

Three handsome men in well-tailored clothes bowed down to salute, with spring-like smiles on their faces.

While everyone was looking at the three cowherds, Gojo Satoru sat down on the sofa where Yuki was sitting.

"Which one did you order?"

The sofa that Xing was sitting on slumped softly because of the weight of an extra person. The warm breath from the man when he spoke lightly brushed against her white earlobes, and it seemed that even the tip of her heart was burning.

She shrank back a little, trying to avoid the approaching face of the man, but felt her waist tightened, Gojo Satoru's hand wrapped around her waist very naturally, in a somewhat restrained posture.

After trying to struggle but failed, she had no choice but to compromise. When she raised her head, her forehead hit his straight nose, and her pupils reflected the man's frowning face. After taking off the sunglasses, the blue pupils seemed to be covered. There was a layer of gray shadow, and the mouth was pursed, which couldn't be called a happy look.

"Didn't I order you? Wu Jun."

She looked into those blue eyes and answered a little slyly.

Gojo Gou raised his eyebrows and whispered in her ear word by word, "In that case, I will definitely serve you well."

His words were a little low, and there seemed to be an incomprehensible smile in his words. When his hot eyes swept across her face, Xing couldn't help but grabbed the corner of her skirt, just wanting to run away.

It's not that Koye Ozaki didn't notice the wonderful atmosphere between Sachi and Gojo Satoru. Although Sachi himself didn't show any reluctance, Koye Ozaki was inexplicably unhappy with Gojo Satoru.

There is a premonition that the house will be stolen.

"Fortunately, Mr. Sonoshita Sora was also ordered by you, right?"

She raised the corners of her lips, showing a look of enjoying the show, "Why don't you invite me to sit next to you?"

Mr. Cowherd named Sonoxia Kong looks like

However, he was seventeen or eighteen years old, the youngest of the three. After being mentioned by sister Hongye, Tomoyuki showed a refreshing smile and spoke with a clear, youthful voice.

"That……"

As soon as he uttered a word, Xing felt the undisguised hot gaze cast by the person beside him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his long legs spread apart, and his butt moved to the side of his side. Intended to take up more space.

"Seeing Mr. Sonoshita's profile says he is good at singing, how about singing a song to brighten up the atmosphere?" Xing looked at Sonoshita and said.

The young man looked very winking, bent slightly, nodded yes, and went to order a song.

Probably someone is quite satisfied with this approach, but even so, Xing didn't raise her head, she could still feel Gojo Satoru's gaze stayed on her face all the time, although the oppressive force was less, but there was another kind called A burning sensation that cannot be described.

Coupled with that face that can't find any faults, it is easy to seduce people's imagination.

Koyo Ozaki has been secretly watching Xing's expression, secretly sighing that this guy is too easy to be attacked, and then looking at Higuchi opposite, although he ordered the same type of cold-faced cool brother as Akutagawa, but he is just playing games with alcohol, but Without being hooked.

It's so disappointing!

Koyo Ozaki dried up the red wine glass in her hand again, she was a little tipsy, and the cowherd named Shiroba Asuka refilled her glass, her long and narrow eye tails were lifted up, and she glanced casually at the other party's handsome face Pass.

"Mr. Bai Yu is good at strip dancing?" She spoke in a lazy voice. In such an ambiguous atmosphere, her eyes vaguely passed over the chest of Bai Yu Asuka wrapped in a white shirt, as if she was weighing what kind of personality he had. capital.

"Yes, if Miss wants to see it, please allow me to perform a part for the distinguished guests."

The corners of his lips were raised, and there was a charming smile like a flower blooming on his face.

Hong Ye nodded, "Go ahead, let me see what the number one player is capable of."

She gently shook the red wine glass, pursed her lips and smiled, as if she really had great expectations for Bai Yu's performance.

"Then I'm sorry." Bai Yu bowed gracefully, took off his suit jacket slowly, put it on the sofa casually, and walked to the undressing stage in a white shirt and trousers.

A beam of bright white light shot down from above his head, rhythmic music sounded in everyone's ears, and the handsome young man stood

On the round stage, his body twisted according to the rhythm, his movements were cool and handsome. He did not perform a stripping performance at the beginning, but when everyone came back to their senses, they found that the button of the white shirt had been torn by him Three, you can vaguely see the strong chest muscles inside.

"You're fascinated, huh?"

Gojo Satoru's voice rang in his ears.

"Put it on."

Then he put the black sunglasses he brought with him on the bridge of her nose.

The hot world lost its color in an instant, Xing pushed the sunglasses under his eyes, and asked him with wide eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Did you see it more vigorously than me just now?"

You can't be too double-standard in life, Mr. Wujo.

"That's different," Gojo Satoru shook his head and denied, "I don't have that kind of desire for him."

"Could it be that I have it?" Xing felt that Wujo Wu was making a lot of fallacies.

"Of course you didn't either."

So Gojo Satoru nodded, curled up the corners of his lips, and stared at her with those beautiful sapphire-like eyes, and when the other party's eyes were filled with only one person wholeheartedly, he suddenly pressed his forehead against her, and bowed. The voice whispered in her ear, "But I have it for you."

The smile is weak and bad.

"..."

Xing glared at him angrily, and then returned to the stage again.

"It's so ugly, so ugly!"

Someone let out an exaggerated sound of disgust, and put his hand lightly on Xing's eyes, and muttered, "Don't you think mine looks better?"

As he said that, he deliberately undid one more button of his shirt, which made him look so stinky and stinky.

"Okay, I won't look at the head office."

Fortunately, in the end, Wujo Wu couldn't be beaten.

"As compensation, I can show you mine!"

Gojo Satoru said that he really wanted to unbutton all the shirts, so that Xing could see what a perfect figure is, but Xing quickly pressed his hand, "You really think of yourself as a cowboy?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, thinking it was no big deal, but when Toshiko saw a gentle and helpless expression, he quietly closed his mouth.

But his hand was restless, he held the hand that Xing held down just now in the palm of his hand and played with it, sometimes squeezed it, and sometimes compared the length of his palm with hers, as if he was holding a treasure that he couldn't put it down.

"Is it fun?" Xing was a little dumbfounded.

"It's fun." Even the tips of the nails are beautiful, white and

Soft, with a slightly warm body temperature,

Xing took his hand away from Gojo Satoru's palm, and when he looked at him, out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help catching glimpses of the looming chest under the two shirts, but he was still ignorant of each other, as if he didn't think it was a big problem.

But it disturbed her mind all the time.

I really can't see it.

So she lowered her head and started to button up his loose shirt buttons one by one, "The clothes don't seem to fit well, can't it be..." Steal someone, right?

"So just two buckles, it's too tight, I don't feel comfortable wearing it." Wujo Satoru tugged at the tie.

"You haven't answered my question yet?" After hearing what he said, Xing left the top two buttons unbuttoned.

"I bought it from someone else with a lot of money," Gojo Wu said with the corners of his mouth curled up. "Isn't it because other cowherds are dressed like this. If not, it might take more trouble to find you."

"Then what are you doing here?" Xing was still very curious why Gojo Satoru came to the Cowherd's shop.

"Because I'm hungry."

It seemed to be a very perfunctory excuse, and even created the illusion that he didn't even bother to make up lies.

But when the one who said this was Gojo Satoru who always did what he wanted, Xing just shook his head with a smile.

"Well, places like the red-light district are more likely to breed evil spirits than other places because there are people of all kinds mixed together. I'm here to remove curses, so I'm not that kind of dishonest man."

He paused, and leaned closer to Xing again, "It's Xing, who actually went to order Niu Lang without telling me."

"Still talking about a party!"

"That's indeed a gathering with my sisters." Xing argued that there is no conflict between a sisters' gathering and ordering cowherds.

She wasn't lying.

"I'm a sick number!" No matter what Gojo Satoru thought, he felt that he was the one who needed compensation. "Aren't you really going to feel guilty about leaving the sick number at home and going out to have fun?"

His long eyelashes blinked, and when his blue eyes were wide open, he gave people an innocent and cute feeling, and he was full of thoughts, "Cats are so cute, how can they be evil?"

"……patient?"

Xing looked up at him, slandering him in his heart, for pretending to be cute and deceitful at such an age.

"Yeah!" Gojo Satoru covered his abdomen, wrinkled his face and made a pitiful look, "It really hurts here!"

When Xing carefully observed his expression, he found that his expression was quite exaggerated, he secretly smiled inwardly, his face

But there was a worried look on the face, "Really? It's okay?"

"Fortunately, just touch the wound with your hands~" The other party smiled sweetly, and the expression on his face was inexplicably turbulent.

How should I put it, it seems that this stupid straight man is quite confident in his acting skills and strategies!

"What are you mumbling about? Fortunately."

Koye Ozaki's eyes fell on the two of them, "The three of them are about to leave, let Mr. Gojo next to you go with them."

If she didn't drive people away, the cabbages she had raised for so many years would be taken away by pigs.

"Bye bye~" Gojo Satoru walked out of the door and waved to them with a smile, "Everyone, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow?" Higuchi looked puzzled, "Who is this guy?"

"Xing, please explain." Hongye looked at Xing and said.

"Mr. Gojo is a magician. Mr. Mori also said that he will cooperate with the magician in the near future."

"Maybe Mr. Gojo is the one who cooperates with Port Mafia." Xing said.

"The man who claims to be a cowherd is actually a conjurer, it seems too unreliable." Hikou complained.

"How is your strength?" Hongye asked.

"It's the strongest!" Sachi said.

That's all for now, but what's with this proud expression?