After being scummed by four men

The next day, Gojo Satoru and the others came to Okinawa, rescued the kidnapped Kuroi Misato, and then Gojo Satoru proposed to go to the beach to play.

On the beach, Gojo Satoru was messing around with two girls, He Zecheng lay drowsy on the beach chair, Xia Youjie stood beside him and watched the three of them jumping around.

Gojo Satoru is this kind of indifference to the bone, possessing the divinity of overlooking all living beings, but sincerely and gently caring about other people's feelings like an ordinary person.

Xia Youjie thought and smiled, which is why they became close friends.

However, Xia Youjie also recalled an incident that happened before, Wujo Wu was lying in bed in the dormitory that day, only he and Nitzi stayed in the classroom with nothing to do, watching the maple leaves wither outside.

At this time, Nitro suddenly said:

"Jie, your pursuit of divinity is really terribly stubborn."

Xia Youjie, who was looking out the window with his chin resting, turned his head helplessly:

"What are you talking about, Nitro, I'm an atheist, I don't believe in God."

"I'm not talking about God, Buddha, or Amaterasu." Although the young but very keen Nitzi glanced at him lightly, "I mean that you have a kind of hysteria about some ideal existence, utopia-like fantasy. obsession."

"do not you know?"

Nitro picks up the pencil and begins to write on the book, rubbing the tip of the pen against the paper, making a rustling sound like thinking.

She wrote and said plainly:

"You indulge Wu so much because he has a kind of utopian divinity, which should not exist in ordinary people. You cherish and obsess over it."

"And you have to die or live, and you have to insist on the truth."

Xia Youjie thought for a while, and had to admit that Nitro was right. He sighed:

"Who told me that I can't bear ugliness? I hate it."

Xia Youjie said, shrugging:

"I would rather fall down on the road of chasing dreams, and I will never succumb to the ugly and perish with them."

Nitro glared at him, and stopped writing:

"I'm not asking you to give up your righteousness and fall with the ugliness. What are you doing so extreme?"

"At the very least, you should face up to the reality and approach your utopia down-to-earth."

Nitzi looked at Xia Youjie who had been trained to bow his head. Xia Youjie still had a gentle expression on his face. Nitzi knew that this guy must not have listened at all.

Warlocks are crazy and stubborn.

In the end, Nitro just said helplessly:

"Don't keep being childish, Xia Youjie, how old is he, please be realistic!"

"Okay, okay, Nitro, don't scold me." Xia Youjie raised his hands in surrender, his brows and eyes were curved, and he smiled sincerely and gently, "I'm sorry to make you worry about me so much, Nitro."

Seeing that there was no result in persuading this matter, Niatzi felt very helpless, so he had to talk about another matter instead.

Nitro snorted softly:

"Speaking of which, Jie, don't look at you trying to avoid Cheng, but you are actually the same when it comes to understanding Cheng and enlightenment, right?"

"Ah?" Xia Youjie was taken aback, he tilted his body, and the chair he was sitting on made a random creaking sound like frightened, "Glass, you..."

Nitro looked at Xia Youjie contemptuously with the eyes of a chicken:

"You thought you were hiding well?"

"Cheng is very similar to you to a certain extent. In order to protect, he can do such evil things as destruction." Nitzi raised her head thoughtfully, and the eraser on the tip of the pencil poked her chin, "but Cheng has a kind of extremely fair tolerance, which is so fair that it is almost inhuman."

"He always distributes the mistakes very evenly on everyone, even himself." Niatz lowered his eyes, "Isn't he painless? It must be very sad to keep blaming yourself."

"But he's like a god who doesn't rest, never stops the process."

"Jie, are you fascinated by this?" Niatz looked at Xia Youjie who was hiding in the corner of the classroom and said indifferently.

"You are so scary, Nitro, you see through me completely." Xia Youjie hugged himself tightly on purpose, and looked at Nitro with horror on his face.

But Nitro knew that this was a perfunctory method, so she narrowed her eyes and asked Xia Youjie:

"Don't be funny, don't pretend to be stupid, you have both the same and different views on Cheng and Wu, right?"

"Why are you so special to Cheng?"

"Glass, it's too much to probe into others like this." Xia Youjie pretended to be wronged, but Nitrate was unmoved.

"If someone else is wrong, then of course it doesn't matter," Nitzer said, picking up a pencil and pointing at him like a detective, "but it's different if it's your squinting eyes."

"Squinting eyes will definitely do bad things, that's for sure."

The veins on Xia Youjie's forehead twitched:

"How many times have I said, I am not squinting!"

Xia Youjie, who likes to squint the fox's eyes, followed up with nonsense, perfunctory.

Now he is standing beside the drowsy He Zecheng. He looks at He Zecheng's exposed feet. The toes are red and swollen from standing for too long, and there is an attractive layer of watery whiteness. Cherry red.

Xia Youjie squatted down, took his feet and put them on his thighs, and kneaded them gently.

His heart was pounding hard, and when the dazed He Zecheng looked over in confusion, he looked back with a more righteous and calm look.

It made He Zecheng's brain, which was already unconscious, into a mess.

As the swelling and discomfort on his feet dissipated, He Zecheng would not stop him anymore.

He Zecheng was lying on the beach chair with his head sideways, the black chocker was around his slender and soft neck, and the small locks on it were skewed with his movements. He Zecheng looked at him lazily and bewilderedly, with a look of The submissive posture gave Xia Youjie a pleasure/sense of controlling him.

There is a kind of god who not only makes his believers worship, but also wants his believers to take off his clothes and blaspheme him to the end.

——Xia Youjie is just like this, a shameless lunatic.

Gojo Satoru and the others played from one o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock in the afternoon. When Xia Youjie told them to leave Okinawa as planned, seeing the disappointment on Riko Tennai's face, Gojo Satoru proposed to go back tomorrow morning.

Seeing the happy expression on Riko Tennouchi's face, Xia Youjie and He Zecheng frowned slightly, not for Riko Tennouchi, but because they were worried about Gojo Satoru.

"Brother Wu, since we flew to Okinawa yesterday, you haven't unlocked the spell, have you?" He Zecheng lowered his voice, and glanced at the two young girls who didn't know anything from time to time, not wanting them to hear Worry.

"Sleep is the same, you are not going to sleep tonight, are you?" Xia Youjie kept his face calm, approaching Gojo Wu and asked softly, "Really don't need to go back to the college?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his head with a smile, he patted Xia Youjie's shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone:

"No problem, it was even more tiring when I played Taotie in 99."

When passing behind Xia Youjie, Wujo Wu said even more confidently:

"And, you're here too."

We are the strongest.

"Of course, if Makoto can make it up to me, I'll be more energetic~" Gojo Satoru said, and flew a wink towards Kazawa Makoto who was sitting on the beach chair.

Xia Youjie: "..."

He Zecheng immediately wanted to run away, but Gojo Satoru appeared in front of him in the next second, sitting on the edge of the beach chair.

Gojo Satoru leaned over and played with the small lock on He Zecheng's neck. There was an inconspicuous word on the small lock - "incaged" (*captured).

He Zecheng was strangled by the neck and couldn't escape. He looked at Wujo Gou tiredly, feeling irritable and anxious about what Gojo Goto would do, and then he heard Gojo Goto approaching his ear and said affectionately: "Cheng, Let's go rowing."

Among the tall reeds, there was a crimson boat parked in it, shaking gently, making circles of ripples on the emerald green lake.

A pair of white hands suddenly grabbed the side of the boat, like two perched white pigeons, the bird's claws forcefully pierced into the soft wood of the boat.

Then a blond boy with a black chocker around his neck appeared on the side of the boat.Sweaty blond hair stuck to his steaming pink skin, his light golden eyes looked into the distance misty and powerlessly, and the little locks on his neck dangled slightly.

Then a pair of palms that were slightly larger than the boy's palms covered the back of the boy's hands, little by little, completely enveloping the boy's hands. The boy's breathing became rapid, but he was dragged down irresistibly by those hands, and disappeared on the side of the boat. superior.

On the third day, at three o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at the high school, but for some reason, Lord Tianyuan ordered He Zecheng not to approach the torii gates outside the foot of Yanshan.

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie thought that Lord Tianyuan was afraid that He Zecheng's spell power would be filthy and that if he didn't control it well, it would cause a curse, but He Zecheng felt a little bit in his heart. Master Tianyuan probably knew his spell, Be wary of him.

Xia Youjie was not allowed to enter the main hall of the Xingxing Palace, so Xia Youjun was also guarded?

Just as He Zecheng was thinking wildly, Gojo Satoru, who was about to part with him, suddenly walked over, which startled He Zecheng.

Although he really felt sorry for Gojo Satoru at the beginning, and he really couldn't bear to push him away forcibly, but Gojo Satoru would pull him crazy once or twice a day, and each time it was like making a mark, his whole body was covered from inside to outside. Got his scent.

The persecuted intrusion that pursued him made He Zecheng a little bit broken.

He wanted to escape now, the farther he could escape, the better.

He Zecheng retreated subconsciously, but Gojo Satoru hooked the chocker around his neck and pulled him back.

He Zecheng pushed Gojo Satoru with slightly trembling hands, powerlessly resisting his strength, doing useless work in vain.

"Wujowu!" He watched Xia Youjie and the others deliberately move away a little to make room for them to speak, and his heart was gradually filled with despair.

No one will be more rampant without Wujo Satoru.

As soon as he yelled, Gojo Satoru lowered his head and lightly kissed the little lock on his neck. This strong hint made him fall softly into Gojo Satoru's arms.

He Zecheng, who had been silent in this kind of thing before, let go of his shame. He called him coquettishly, begging for mercy:

"Brother Wu, let me go, please, I'm really tired."

He is really tired, his whole body is weak now, his waist is weak and his legs are weak, and there is no strength in one place, so he wants to hurry back to the logistics treatment officer of Nitzi and wait quietly for them to come back.

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head when he heard his address, his blue eyes were full of excitement:

"What did you call me just now? Call me again."

However, He Zecheng mistakenly thought that it worked. He looked timidly at Gojo Satoru's expression that was not quite right, and yelled again in a low voice:

"Brother Wu..."

Then almost passed out from being kissed.

Gojo Satoru felt a false satisfaction when He Zecheng called his name.

It's as if when doing this kind of intimate thing, He Zecheng's eyes are indeed on himself instead of Junko.

It was as if the crazy attack these few days had really penetrated the name "Gojo Satoru" into He Zecheng's body, engraved it into his soul, and completely squeezed that Junko away.

But Gojo Satoru didn't dare to confirm it anymore, and before he knew it, he had become a person who couldn't afford to lose.

I can only be like a fool, rejoicing for this unreal sweetness, and falling into hell with He Zecheng with the madness of being smashed to pieces.

After parting with Gojo Satoru and the others, He Zecheng came to Nitro's laboratory and waited with Nitro.

When he just left Gojo Satoru, he really felt a little joy of being saved, but as the time between him and Gojo Satoru became longer and longer, He Zecheng became restless instead.

He even began to fumble anxiously for the little lock on his neck, obviously trying so hard to avoid this possessive little lock.

Jia Ruozi couldn't stand it any longer, she suggested:

"Cheng, do you want to go and see together?"

He Zecheng shook his head in frustration:

"Lord Tian Yuan refuses me to go near the foot of Yan Mountain."

Nitrate was also very helpless, when she was racking her brains to find a solution, their teacher Ye Mo Zhengdao came over in a hurry:

"Glass, go to the Xingxing Palace! And Cheng, you go too."

"Teacher!" He Zecheng panicked all of a sudden, he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next sentence of Night Moth Zhengdao is:

"Master Tian Yuan said, Wu Hejie has something to do, and now you are authorized to go there to help them."

In an instant, endless darkness engulfed He Zecheng.

Fear, all he had now was fear.He Zecheng felt that he was going crazy when he heard the news.

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It's about time to meet with Dad and Mi for the first time, and it's a cause and effect