After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Gojo Satoru closed the door and turned around to hear this question.

Amidst the steam rising from the hot porridge on the table, Kazuki Matsushiro looked over with his chin propped up, with a bit of clarity in his eyes.

Six eyes faithfully conveyed every expression between the brows and the corners of his eyes, Kazuki Matsushiro's expression did not seem to be angry, as if he had grasped his handle and waited to see how he would answer.

He didn't seem offended when he asked the question,

A strange sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in Gojo Satoru's heart.

It seemed that Matsushiro Kazuki would forgive him for whatever he did.

Like an adventurer who is constantly testing the bottom line on the edge of the cliff and walking repeatedly, he is testing the maximum bottom line that Kazuki Matsushiro can tolerate him step by step.

And every time he took a step forward, the desire for control and satisfaction in his heart would rise a bit.

Now at 02:30 in the morning, some indistinct moonlight came out from the gap in the curtains on the balcony, mixed with the light and slowly melting into the brows of Matsushiro Kazuki. The other side messed up and fooled: "I turned in from the balcony."

Matsushiro Kazuki gave him a look of "Do you believe me" from the porridge in front of him: ...

Not angry.

He pushed the temptation a little further.

Obviously Matsushiro Kazuki didn't do anything, but he seemed to feel a kind of encouragement and indulgence in this wordless sight, allowing him to move forward, to the end of that edge.

The warm porridge slowly fell down Kazuki Matsushiro's esophagus, and the empty stomach gradually let out a sigh of relief.

Matsushiro Kazuki was hungry and didn't want to argue with Gojo Satoru, but the more he buried his head, the more he felt that the sight from Gojo Satoru on the opposite side was getting more and more intense.

It was still the kind of sight that envelops him from top to bottom.

I don't know if it's because of his psychological effect, but this sight makes him a little overwhelmed, especially when he lowers his head every time, Gojo Satoru's gaze is even more unscrupulous.

Does this stop people from eating? ? ?

Kazuki Matsushiro closed his eyes and held back for a few seconds, but he still couldn't help raising his head: "Turn your eyes away."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

"Don't watch me eat," Matsushiro Kazuki added blankly while holding a spoon, "I can't eat with six eyes watching me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru immediately showed a hurt expression on his face, as if he had just said too much.

I haven't seen each other in ten years, and what I have improved is not only the skill of fooling around, but also a little bit of beating and beating and the wicked first suing.

Matsushiro Kazuki almost rolled his eyes in his heart: "Do you have nothing else to do besides staring at me?"

Who did Gojo Satoru's possessive desire that had nowhere to rest until it was about to overflow?

"No," the person sitting across from him confidently pointed to the time on the phone, "It's 02:30 in the morning."

The implication is that he didn't show up here to bring dinner for Kazuki Matsushiro at this time when he should be sleeping.

Then who exhausted his energy and made him feverish?Why didn't you call Nitro to come all afternoon?

Matsushiro Kazuki glanced at him, and didn't take this at all: "Since you have nothing to do, you might as well go back."

Rather than letting Wujo Satoru stare at him in the middle of the night, he felt that he needed some personal space.

As soon as Gojo Satoru heard this, he immediately said, "No."

He is like a dragon who won't let go after grabbing a gem into his own cave. He goes around the cave and shows that from now on Matsushiro Kazuki belongs to him. He weaves a fence with his six-eyed gaze and turns the ink-like tent into a tent. For a thick cocoon, I wish I could turn into a butterfly under the eyelashes of the world from now on.

But Matsushiro Kazuki is not a shining treasure who will stay in the cave obediently.

He let out a breath slowly, calmly drank the last mouthful of porridge and put down his chopsticks: "Then what else do you want?"

This is the most important thing he can say to Gojo Satoru.

Aside from the fact that the instigator of the low-grade fever and the fact that he didn’t find Nitzi all afternoon, Wujo Wushao said that he also guarded him all afternoon. He didn’t know where he brought the dinner at two o’clock in the morning. I don't really want to quarrel with Gojo Satoru.

But he couldn't help but think, what exactly does Gojo Satoru want?

He is like a treasure digger who is always on the edge of his acceptance, trying to discover even a little bit of good fortune about him.

He was made uncomfortable by this feeling of almost prying eyes, and he tried his best to ask calmly against the sight that was almost piercing into his heart: "Why don't we make a list on a piece of paper now and let's discuss one, two, three?" Four or five, I will tick the ones I can do.”

It's better than being tormented by Gojo Satoru stepping on this edge and tossing back and forth.

The hours he spent facing Gojo Satoru from the moment he discovered the tracker in the coffee shop to the present seemed to be more tiring than the ten years before him.

Matsushiro Kazuki would be annoyed and make a little funny, what kind of life he had lived in the past ten years or so.

The past Gojo Satoru in his memory has now been replaced by the face of the ancestor in front of him, making him wonder how he got here before.

Was Wujo Satoru so difficult to deal with before?

Waiting for Gojo Satoru to reply to him, Kazuki Matsushiro had a bunch of funny and messy thoughts churning in his head, thinking that if there is such a task in the management bureau to bring children from childhood to adulthood, a team of employees should be sent to rotate Come to think of it, this way, at least ten years later, if Gojo Satoru goes wrong with the mission again, he won't be able to keep an eye on more than a dozen people.

After this encounter, no matter how serious the hypotension was, Gojo Satoru would have to cure it.

He went on a mission and came out with high blood pressure. This must be considered a work-related injury. The management bureau said that he had to report the work-related injury to him before he resigned.

While pinching the bridge of his nose, Matsushiro Kazuki got up and planned to tear off a piece of paper from the table next to him and start drawing three chapters of the method of hooking up with Gojo Gojo list.

"That's not what I meant," Gojo Satoru suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed his sleeve suddenly, and then turned to grab his hand, "Don't go."

He misunderstood Kazuki Matsushiro's move as a prelude to his intention to leave the high school.

Kazuki Matsushiro was being pulled by his wrist, and Gojo Satoru's fingers were slender, and there was still a knuckle and a half around his wrist for more than a circle, which made him even thinner.

It seems that since he discovered Matsushiro Kazuki's identity, he has been holding back all his energy, always wanting to tie him by his side, always afraid that he will disappear the next second when he turns around.

So Gojo Satoru always wanted to restrict Matsushiro Kazuki's actions uncontrollably, wanted to monitor his whereabouts, and wanted to control everything about him from top to bottom.

But how could he go?

Matsushiro Kazuki was held by him, sighed, and didn't continue to walk to the edge of the table, but just walked a few steps towards Gojo Satoru with this movement, and stood in front of him.

Now the actions of the two of them are like a reproduction of the previous time in the coffee shop.

Gojo Satoru sat on the chair and didn't let go. When he raised his head, he still wore a blindfold on his eyes. The oppressive feeling brought by facing Six Eyes was weakened, but Kazuki Matsushiro knew that a thin blindfold couldn't block Six Eyes. At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who was raising his head, was definitely staring at him.

Gojo Satoru was afraid that he would leave the high school, that he would go out of Liuyan's sight, and that he would disappear silently like the previous ten years.

It's as if he came back for more than ten days just to see how Wutiao Enlightenment was going. After one glance, he could turn around and leave again without nostalgia.

So he tried his best to keep him.

Kazuki Matsushiro stood under the moonlight coming in from the window, probably because he was really angry with high blood pressure, he would obviously feel his temples twitching: "I have no intention of leaving."

Kazuki Matsushiro stared from top to bottom at the twirling of the five Satoru's hair, at the scattered strands of hair scattered around his blindfold, and at the bluish-white knuckles of his stubbornly grasping his wrist.

Wujo Satoru was always worried that he would turn around and leave, that he would stand in front of him as if he had died generously and without regret like before, and worried that the relationship of these ten days was just a flash in the pan.

But Wujo Satoru didn't know that from the beginning to the end, Matsushiro Kazuki came for him.

"We..." He pondered his words for a long time, "It has been more than twenty years since we first met."

"22 years," Gojo Satoru quickly continued before he finished speaking, "You have been away for ten years in between."

"...Yes, I have been away for ten years." Matsushiro Kazuki could hardly help but sigh in his heart what the logistics team did.

Like the beginning of some black humorous movie, the two of them stayed up at 02:30 in the morning, recalling some past events like old sesame seeds and rotten millet under the leftovers and the night outside the window.

Even though he said he would not leave, Gojo Satoru still stubbornly grabbed his wrist.

So under the bright moonlight, Matsushiro Kazuki still couldn't help but soften his heart.

He always seems to be soft-hearted at such critical moments, he is unwilling to make promises to Gojo Satoru, and he can't bear to say something decisively at this time.

This constant soft-heartedness dragged him like this, dragging out his heart, liver, lungs and that little piece of auspicious light about Gojo Wu, hanging in mid-air, not falling down for a long time, giving Wujo Wu A dripping carefree.

Rationally analyzed Gojo Satoru's stubbornness very openly.

He held Matsushiro Kazuki's tender heart hostage, and only wanted Matsushiro Kazuki to give him a promise that he would never leave and would stay forever.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to test his bottom line bit by bit.

And Matsushiro Kazuki came for him and could give him everything, except to stay forever.

"Gojo Satoru," Matsushiro Kazuki finally pulled his blindfold off, squatted down to meet his eyes, looked into his eyes and said, "You can't feel that I will always promise you."

But at the same time as he said this, there was another voice in his heart.

But you do promise him anything.