After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Matsushiro Kazuki blinked slowly in astonishment.

He was probably still a little confused. Did Gojo Satoru call him by his real name just now?

How did he know?

Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't help but want to straighten up, reach out and pinch the bridge of his nose to wake up.

As soon as he raised his hand, he didn't realize that the wrists of the two were tied together by a wrist strap. The moment he raised his hand, he touched the hand on the other side of the wrist strap.

Gojo Satoru nervously took this movement as his silent evasion of this question.So before Kazuki Matsushiro's hand touched his forehead, he was pushed back onto the bed by the sudden movement of Rokuyan who was still sitting by the bed just now.

The world was spinning, and the brain that hadn't slowed down was even less clear.

The arm that was tied with the wristband with his left hand was extremely tight, and a few blue blood vessel lines could be vaguely seen on the forearm, overflowing with depression that was about to be uncontrollable.

But this depression doesn't seem to be directed at him, it seems like he is angry with himself.

Kazuki Matsushiro froze for a moment, and in this fleeting moment, he was immediately stiffened by the other hand behind him.

The other hand might have originally intended to support his back, but now it was caught by Gojo Satoru's sudden forward movement, and it went straight to his shoulder blade, and the fingers were against the bottom of the bone seam. You can almost feel his fingertips trembling slightly along the skin of his back.

It wasn't a trembling of fear, it was as if he couldn't help it.

"Gojo Satoru," Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't help frowning and struggling a little, "let go first."

The piece of skin where Gojo Wujo lived was intact, but he felt inexplicably that there was an unusual sensitivity and pain coming from Gojo Wujo's fingertips.

"You didn't answer my question." Gojo Satoru ignored what he said, and continued to press down as if he couldn't understand human words, repeating over and over again, "You are frowning."

The hand that was pressed behind his back seemed to want to use force but did not dare to use force. He curled up on his back disorderly a few times, as if he wanted to find something to grab, but he couldn't bear to do it.

Matsushiro Kazuki will react now, the skin on the back is the part that was torn apart after being hit by the attack of the curse spirit, and it must be due to the treatment of the nitrous that it is intact now.

The newborn skin was extremely sensitive, and it was painful and numb from Gojo Wu's fingers.

"Gojo Satoru," he couldn't help but say, "What are you looking for? The wound has healed."

"Wings..." Gojo Satoru murmured something in a low voice.

Matsushiro Kazuki didn't hear clearly, he frowned and asked again: "What?"

Gojo Satoru was silent again.

The bed under him did not know what brand of mattress it was on, but it was able to sink so deep. Kazuki Matsushiro was pressed into a snow-white and fluffy quilt by him with the butterfly bone, his nose was filled with the faint smell of laundry fragrance , only Gojo Satoru's stubborn expression gradually occupied Matsushiro Kazuki's entire field of vision.

The skylight shining through the white gauze curtain by the window gave him a perfect backlight, and his white hair was almost transparent under the golden sunlight, making him seem to be glowing in Matsushiro Kazuki's vision.

Only at these times can he suddenly realize that the person in front of him does contain a bit of divinity that a son of God should have.

If he wasn't so rebellious, he didn't want to change the magic world, but just followed the rules and followed the life of the magicians of the Yusan family.

With such divinity, perhaps the huge Gojo family will follow in the footsteps of the Son of God and become his most loyal believer.

But that's not Wujo enlightenment.

Kazuki Matsushiro was stunned for a while, and frowned by the picture in his mind.

"It's this expression again." Gojo Satoru didn't know that Matsushiro Kazuki was thinking about these things, he just pressed Matsushiro Kazuki's shoulder, thinking that he could reach the heart that was constantly beating vigorously if he went down a little bit.

And now that he has confirmed that this soul that can never be grasped is imprisoned in this body, he can't help but want to tear this skin thoroughly, dig out this soul from it, and see what's on it. Do you have a heart.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you frowning because I'm too ignorant? You think you're the special one?"

Kazuki Matsushiro raised his eyes in surprise.

Eros always goes far, but love has a limit, beyond which, love will turn into hate. *

Gojo Satoru didn't say a word, just stared at him stubbornly, what was conveyed in his eyes.Emotions are heavy and depressing.

He couldn't hate Kazuki Matsushiro.

But other than love and hatred, it seems too thin to describe this relationship on him.Not strong enough, not deep enough.

"Would you have a preference for anyone?" Matsushiro Kazuki's silence made Gojo Satoru fall into a corner. He pressed against Matsushiro Kazuki's forehead, as if he was going to be entangled in this fluffy and soft white , "Are you willing to die for me, is it just because I happen to be right in front of your eyes?"

It's okay to switch to someone else.

Just like Kazuki Matsushiro was also willing to die for the children on the side of the road.

He thought he was special, but at this moment he remembered it belatedly.

Ah, indeed.

When he saw Matsushiro Kazuki die in front of him for the first time, he was indeed about the same age as the boy in the alley.

Perhaps before him, Matsushiro Kazuki also went through fire and water for countless people. They also thought that they were the special one, and that continuous generous death was an indisputable preference.

Little did he know that in the eyes of that person, those behaviors that were regarded as favored, those that had passed and that were happening, those that should be forgotten and should not be forgotten, were nothing more than mere errands.

Matsushiro Kazuki and him looked at each other for a while, the newly grown flesh on his back was painful from his fingertips, a little physiological light tears came from those eyes, dripping with water, reflecting finely divided light , like the stained windows behind the church.

Gojo Satoru looked into those eyes, and suddenly became very emotional.

He didn't know what the part of love that was beyond the boundaries was transformed into.But at least now, at this moment, he doesn't hate Kazuki Matsushiro, he just suddenly feels that what should be hatred has been turned into a belief, turned into a refuge.

He is like a sad believer standing under a colored window, watching the colorful lights coming through from the other side of the fence, and the god who is pressed into the quilt by him is like a real statue, facing his intense pressure that is about to burst. Emotions are just silent.

"Speak." He almost couldn't hold back the reason that squeezed out between his teeth.

"What else do you want me to say after you've finished talking?" Kazuki Matsushiro was overwhelmed by his overly intense emotions, panting intermittently under a white quilt, "You are not alone, you are very brainy. Do you work hard?"

Then, he suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulders loosen.

Gojo Satoru, who was aggressive just a second ago, suddenly let go, and put that hand on the side of the bed.

The mattress, which was suddenly released from pressure, bounced back suddenly, and the pinned arm was probably pinched to a nerve or something. The ends of his fingers felt numb for a while. Satoru approached the face gradually.

"You can't treat me like everyone else, it's not fair to me," Gojo Satoru remained motionless, his expression hard to discern, his hair hanging down the side of Matsushiro Kazuki's face, itching finely, but the sentences that came out of his mouth were With some unreasonable troubles in his mouth, "I am special to you, so you must also favor me."

What is this nonsense that if I like you, you must like me?

Kazuki Matsushiro tilted his head, and couldn't see clearly the distraught look on Gojo Satoru's face, but he could vaguely hear a natural desire to control from this sentence.

He resisted biting his back molars a few times, feeling uncomfortable, but couldn't help but want to curse back: "This is fair? Gojo Wu, don't fart with me."

Fortunately, he still thought that if Wujo Wu died, there would be problems again. Now it seems that Wujo Wu would go crazy if he died, so he might as well just die.

Gojo Satoru was completely deaf to his cursing.

"You can't do this," part of his hair hangs down to Kazuki Matsushiro's chin, and the other half sticks to the skin in embarrassment, only his eyes are still tightly locked on Kazuki Matsushiro, "Kazuki Matsushiro, do you know about My everything."

Kazuki Matsushiro was taken aback.

It really shouldn't be his auditory hallucination this time, Gojo Satoru really called his name just now.

"Look, and the only name I know about you is that." Gojo Satoru stared at Kazuki Matsushiro's suddenly constricted pupils and slowly answered the question he had swearing before, "What is this?" It's not fair."

Fairness and injustice are set aside.

A strong uneasiness rushed to his heart, Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't help asking: "Where did you get this name from?"

Since he entered the mission, the only one who called him Kazuki Matsushiro was the system, right?

"You said it yourself," Gojo Satoru replied quickly, adding two names with half jealousy and half resentment, "and called the names of two other people."

Matsushiro Kazuki:?

He thought about it for a long time inexplicably, before he recalled that it was probably when he just regained consciousness that he thought he had died directly out of the world, so he reported the names of the employees according to the procedure so that the system could keep them on file, and he also called out the names of the logistics team leader and Anko Nishimiya a few times Let them help themselves up.

This time, he really sold himself completely.

The previous vigilance about the suspected exposure of the Administration Bureau was suddenly relaxed, Kazuki Matsushiro let out a sigh of relief, and pursed his lips in a complicated manner.

He couldn't blame Gojo Satoru for coming too fast. After the death trusteeship program started, people didn't die, right?

"You called a lot of messy names when you were in a coma," Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes and pulled his wrist without saying a word. The entangled wristband immediately brought Kazuki Matsushiro's still numb wrist up He mentioned it, and after several smooth entanglements, he was held in his palm, "I can even call a girl who has been missing for a month and a half by name, but she has never called me."

His tone was twisted as if he wanted to cool down, but he couldn't control his aggression: "Who is that at the back? Was it also someone you saved?"

The one in the back?who?

The leader of the logistics team?

Kazuki Matsushiro was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly broke down and thought, he is a ghost, someone I saved.

He is the one who will definitely kill me after I return to the headquarters!

Gojo Satoru just figured this out for a long time?Kazuki Matsushiro felt that there was an inexplicable grievance in June Feixue's heart for no reason, and he let himself go for a long time before opening his mouth: "It's a friend of mine."

Before Gojo Wu showed any more expressions on his face, he added viciously as if venting his anger: "I'm dead."

He did it with his own hands.

Wujo realized a meal.

"I have this bad habit," Kazuki Matsushiro was pressed on the bed by him, unable to move, gasping for breath, talking nonsense, "I like to call dead people by their names after I'm in a coma, you want to be called by me It's still early."

Probably it was this really bad habit that shocked Gojo Satoru. For a while, Matsushiro Kazuki didn't feel any reaction from him.

Gojo Satoru is quiet, so he must be acting as a demon.

Matsushiro Kazuki slowly turned his head back, wanting to see what he was doing.

The moment he turned his head, Wu's Adam's apple moved, and suddenly his whole body was buried in the socket of his neck.

"You call," he bit the collarbone of Matsushiro Kazuki vaguely, twisting a piece of skin and meat like a beast with food in its mouth, and the words that came out of his mouth could be described as earth-shattering assholes, "If I'm late , You really died there this time, I will definitely not live."

"You can't bear to see others die, so you die yourself, right?" Gojo Wujo took a bite like venting his anger, and definitely left a sharp tooth mark, with a vicious tone as if he was about to die in love with him in the next second , "Okay, next time if you dare to stand in front of others and die for you, you will drag me to die with you."