After being scummed by four men

"Oh!"

Wutiao Wu, who was defeated by Fu Heisher, lay on the ground with slack eyes, and there was a large pool of blood under his body.

Chest, neck, head, these deadly places were all stabbed by Fu Heisher.

Sweat and blood mixed and flowed down Wujo Wu's fair face, as if he had fallen into mud, splashing mud all over his face.

On the third day of guarding Riko Amane, at three o'clock in the afternoon, in front of a row of torii gates at the foot of Yanshan Mountain inside the high school, just as Gojo Satoru relaxed and undid the spell, he was successfully attacked by Fu Heisher.

In order not to look forward and backward during the fight, he asked Xia Youjie to leave first with Xiao Lizi.

I thought that although I would struggle to deal with this guy, I would not lose, but what I didn't expect was that he was defeated and even on the verge of death.

Gojo Satoru felt like he was like a sieve, unable to catch his little life force, and it was passing away like quicksand slipping through his fingers.

"——" Gojo Goku let out a small grunt in his throat, and the throbbing pain in his forehead was mixed with faint numbness. He felt drowsiness slowly permeating from the depths of his brain, as if foreshadowing him death.

What a pity, he doesn't know how to reverse the spell...

He remembered how to use the reversal technique of healing that he had asked Nitro for advice, but unfortunately he couldn't understand Nitro's hand gestures, but Cheng learned it as soon as he heard it, which surprised Nitro very much.

"Sincerity".

This name suddenly occupied Wujo Wu's brain, and greed suddenly swarmed out from his limbs.

No, can, can, die, drop!

Die here and give up Cheng to others? !

Cheng didn't have him in his heart, and Junko was what Cheng liked. If he died here, Cheng would definitely forget him soon.

Then be with others.

Gojo Satoru just imagined the scene of He Zecheng being hugged by others for a moment, and he felt a violent storm started to blow in his brain.

Strands of madness quickly covered his face like a pervasive pattern, Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth, opened his blue cat eyes wide, and showed a crazy smile:

"Reverse spell".

He Zecheng, don't try to escape anywhere!

He Zecheng was completely bewildered when he heard the news of Gojo Wu and the others' accident.

Nitro patted He Zecheng's shoulder very vigorously, with a reliable and calm face:

"Calm down, let's go now, with you and me, they will be fine."

He Zecheng couldn't listen to any words at all, he rushed out, and under the stunned gazes of Nitrate and Night Moth, he spread a pair of black wings and flew away.

"He hides his strength." Jiarui Glass and Night Moth Zhengdao came to this conclusion in their hearts at the same time.

He Zecheng is no longer only able to manifest vines with magic power. He loves to read and is extremely intelligent. He has learned to imitate the wings of a bird and manipulate it precisely.

You must know that if the magic power does not use the curve of the body or weapon to send out, if you directly use the manifested magic power to attack, you need to calculate the direction.

But ordinary people can't do such high-intensity calculations at all. At present, only Gojo Satoru, who can use the help of six eyes, can do it.

He Zecheng is really strong.

But why did he hide his strength?This made Jia Ruozi and Noctuidad Zhengdao unable to figure it out.

And here He Zecheng has come to the row of torii gates at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.

He Zecheng fell from the sky and landed on one knee, splashing a thin layer of dust.

But he didn't care about whether it was dirty or not. He impatiently rushed into the center of the flat ground that was blown out completely.

However, there was nothing there except a pool of blood and a pair of dark glasses.

"died?"

He Zecheng grabbed the pair of sunglasses, his light golden pupils trembling in fear.

"There's also Jie, by the way, maybe it's with Jie..." He cheered himself up as if to comfort himself, then stood up scrambling, showing black wings and flying towards the main hall of the palace of the star. go.

However, at the gate of the main hall of the Xing Xing Palace, there was only Xia Youjie who was injured and passed out.

He Zecheng was extremely anxious, so he quickly rescued Xia Youjie with a reversal technique, and asked him where Wujo Wu went.

Before Fu Heisher said that he killed Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie also thought Wujo Wu was dead, but when He Zecheng said that there was no Wujo Wu's body there, Xia Youjie cheered up again.

Unlike He Zecheng, who was too flustered to think, he quickly realized that Gojo Satoru was not dead, and quickly deduced where Gojo Satoru might be.

The group of cursed masters "Q" who hunted and killed Riko Tenuchi had already been defeated by them, and the only thing left was the Panxingjiao, who was crazy about spending money and hiring people.

"Pan Xingjiao..." He Zecheng murmured it once, and then he seemed to remember something, and asked, "Where's Xiao Lizi?"

Because the three of them had agreed to let Amauchi Riko go before they set out on the mission of escorting Amauchi Riko, so He Zecheng was not worried that Amauchi Riko had been sent to assimilate.

He just needs to wait for Riko Tennouchi to leave, and then secretly go to talk to Lord Tianyuan about the fact that he can use his spells to prevent Lord Tianyuan from evolving.

He just casually asked about Tiannei Lizi, but Xia Youjie pondered for a moment:

"Let's teach Pan Xing."

Why do you teach in Panxing?

"Dead, the body was taken away."

He Zecheng tried his best to avoid thinking about this conclusion, he forced a smile and said:

"Did you get kidnapped?"

"I'm going to save her now."

Then without waiting for Xia Youjie's reaction, under Xia Youjie's astonished gaze, he spread out the pair of black wings and flew into the sky.

Panxing religion.

At the last moment, Gojo Satoru, who realized how to use the reversal technique, survived, chased the Panxing Sect, and fought Fu Heisher.

The battle has come to an end.

Gojo Gojo, who was covered in blood and excited, was floating in the air. He asked Fu Heisher calmly:

"Do you have anything to say before you die?"

At this time, Wujo Wu only felt extremely happy, and I was the only one in the sky and on the earth.

He looked at Fu Heisher, who had half of his body blown away by his "Zhi", and just wanted to solve these messes quickly, so that he could go back to He Zecheng quickly, hug him hard, mark him, and let him go anywhere Can't go, can only stay in my arms.

Gojo Satoru, who possesses extremely strong power, continues to be excited, his mentality has changed, and he has a strong desire to conquer He Zecheng, and his mind is full of how to conquer the other party.

"..." Fu Heisher thought about it calmly, "No."

However, just after he finished speaking, the melancholy profile of a black-haired child who looked very similar to him flashed in his mind.

Fu Heisher's eyes drooped slightly, he paused, then changed his words:

"Two or three years later, my child will be sold to the family of the Buddhist monastery, and it is up to you to dispose of it."

He thought, from what happened to Riko Tennei, it can be seen that Gojo Satoru seems to be a pretty good guy, and he is strong enough now.

If he entrusted that child to him, he would definitely have a better future than staying in a garbage place like the Chanyuan House.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sound of wings flapping above his head, and then he felt his chest was torn open and his heart was pinched.

Fu Heisher stared blankly at the young man with dark blond hair in front of him. He looked at himself expressionlessly. There was a darkness rising and falling in those light golden double pupils like a tide. A beautiful mixture of fragility and madness.

Then he felt his heart was crushed.

Fu Heisher's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground, losing his life.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes had already seen He Zecheng's approach. For the black wings that he had never seen before, Gojo Satoru's surprise was only fleeting, and he quickly restrained himself.

So what if there are secrets, anyway, he is better than Cheng, and Cheng can't go anywhere.

Gojo Satoru walked over, picked up He Zecheng's blood-stained palm, and wiped it with his dirty school uniform.

He Zecheng, who had just killed someone, came back to his senses from the daze. He quickly grabbed Gojo Satoru and checked up and down:

"Are you injured?"

"No." Wujo Wu said lightly, but a trace of joy couldn't be restrained in his heart, that kind of joy was almost cowardly spying, Wujo Wu then erased it from his mind with self-deprecating.

Ever since that rainy night, or the moment his fantasy was shattered at the door of the dessert shop further ahead, he knew that he could never replace Junko's position no matter what.

How can the living compare with the dead?

But now he doesn't care about this anymore, Wujo Satoru lowered his head and kissed the little lock on He Zecheng's neck while thinking, he can already use his strength to confirm the existence of He Zecheng over and over again.

If you are afraid of losing him today, use your strength to confirm his existence today.

If you are afraid of losing him tomorrow, then use your strength to confirm his existence tomorrow.

If you are afraid every day, then you will deeply knead him into your own flesh and blood every day, and you will never be separated from life to life.

He Zecheng closed his eyes obediently, raised his head, and let him kiss. When he was kissed on that shameful little lock, he actually felt a strange sense of relief.

Obviously, he wanted to escape from his complete invasion so much before...

Seeing Gojo Go all the way up from the neck, and when he was about to kiss him again, He Zecheng suddenly remembered something, and interrupted Gojo:

"Where's Riko?"

Gojo Satoru looked at him silently, as if trying to wake up his self-deception.

He Zecheng gradually became stiff in his gaze, he looked at Gojo Satoru with difficulty breathing, and asked again:

"Where's Riko?"

Only this time his voice trembled a little, as if he had already understood something.

Gojo Satoru let go of the hand holding him, walked over, picked up the girl wrapped in white cloth from the ground, and turned to look at him silently.

He Zecheng's expression seemed to be crushed, and his eyes widened.

Someone seems to have died because of his mistake.

Because he didn't realize that Tian Yuan immediately asked to see him when he knew his spell, and died.

But He Zecheng is still too naive. Tian Yuan, who is the cornerstone of the enchantment, will not trust anyone easily. Even if he asks for a meeting, what he gets will always be rejection.

However, He Zecheng didn't know about this. He felt as sad as if there was a knife stuck in his chest. As long as he breathed and shook his chest, his whole body would convulse in pain.

Gojo Satoru didn't understand why He Zecheng was so sad, he only thought that He Zecheng was sad for this innocent girl, so he comforted:

"I screwed up, you're not wrong."

Don't blame yourself, you just need to rely on me, Lord Wutiao.

After Gojo Goto said, he carried Riko Tenuchi and walked out, and He Zecheng followed Gojo Goto's pace in a daze.

Gojo Satoru really wanted to hug him to comfort him, but he couldn't spare him now, and Teacher Ye Moth also needed to contact him quickly.

They walked down the stairs, and after walking through the winding corridor, their eyes suddenly opened up.

On the square, a group of congregants lined up on both sides. They all looked at Riko Tennei's body with smiles on their faces, and even turned from sparse applause to thunderous applause.

He Zecheng, who was already on the verge of the limit, suddenly collapsed.

Evil, evil everywhere, evil of self-will.

He Zecheng has never realized that the world he lives in is so distorted.

Everyone here is exalting their own righteousness, but everything they do is malicious.

The curse group said they were free again, so they won their freedom by killing innocent girls.

The Panxing Sect said that they want the gods to remain pure, so they ensured the purity of their gods by killing innocent girls.

The magic community said that they wanted to protect everyone by stabilizing the enchantment, so they killed innocent girls to protect the world.

"To do evil is to protect hypocritical justice."

He Zecheng felt a lump in his throat and wanted to retch.

He Zecheng felt that his mouth and nose were blocked by countless churning black mud.

A world that so rightfully destroys good people is a world that doesn't deserve to exist, it only deserves an end

--destroy.

He Zecheng looked at these congregants who were complacent about their evil deeds in a daze, and he heard his dry voice say in a moderate volume:

"Are you very proud and feel that you are great?"

Gojo Satoru already felt that something was wrong. Although he didn't care about the life and death of these scum, he cared about He Zecheng's current state.

In the field of vision of his six eyes, a large amount of thick mantra spewed out from He Zecheng's body quickly, and He Zecheng now looked more terrifying than a super-level mantra.

"Sincere?"

He Zecheng turned a deaf ear to Gojo Satoru's words, his face was broken and confused, he tilted his head, looked at a congregation member, looked at him persistently, and asked Shifei for an answer.

The congregation was full of joy when their wishes were fulfilled. When they heard He Zecheng's words, they naturally puffed up their chests and praised themselves:

"Of course, we have achieved something that my teacher has never done since the Nara era, isn't it amazing?"

Gojo Satoru frowned in disgust, disgusted by this ignorance.

He Zecheng smiled strangely when he heard the words, his expression looked like he was sneering or going crazy.

His light golden double pupils were full of brilliance, but it gave off the feeling that he was crying non-stop.

"Very powerful?" He said softly to the congregation, "Then why don't I show you a more powerful one?"

Gojo Satoru felt the air around him change instantly, and then he saw a shocking scene.

Suddenly, a layer of clear sapphire blue lake water floated on the ground. The lake water was icy cold, like someone's tears of great sorrow.

Suddenly, a pair of huge jade hands stretched out from mid-air. Those hands were covered with scars, and even blood was dripping down from the skin along some unhealed wounds.

The surrounding sky was instantly blood-red, and the hands made a lifting motion, and a round of black sun was quietly born from the center of the lifting, and rose into the sky along with the lifting of the hands.

The surrounding congregation shouted in panic, and the crowd began to flee in agitation.

Gojo Satoru woke up from the shock.

is "field".

The field of phenotype.

Just when the black light around the black sun began to fluctuate violently, as if the flames were about to descend in the next second, He Zecheng received a severe blow on the back of the neck.

He Zecheng, who was not in good condition, was knocked out by the sneak attack.

Xia Youjie, who finally arrived, caught He Zecheng's limp body. He looked tired and angry:

"Wu, why didn't you stop him?"

"Jie," Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, the smile was weak and cold, "Don't you want to kill them?"

Xia Youjie glanced at the empty gate after everyone fled, and he said softly:

"So what if you kill it, it's meaningless."

"Meaning," Wujo Satoru said slowly and indifferently, "Is that kind of thing really necessary?"

"It's very necessary," Xia Youjie said wearily, looking down at the frowning young man who passed out in his arms, "especially for a magician."

Otherwise, like He Zecheng, lost in pain, lost direction, and wanted to destroy everything like crazy.

"But having said that, this guy really has magic skills." Gojo Satoru walked out holding Riko Tenuchi, and his suspicion of He Zecheng continued to grow from the bottom of his heart.

The premise of expanding the domain is to have the spells, and one can expand the domain after comprehending one's own spells to a certain extent.

He Zecheng is absolutely skilled.

"I said earlier that this guy is not easy." Xia Youjie walked out holding He Zecheng, saying suspicious words, but involuntarily adjusted the posture of holding him, trying to make He Zecheng more comfortable.

"It doesn't matter, Lord Gojo is strong enough anyway." Gojo Satoru didn't seem to care.

Xia Youjie glanced at him and said nothing.

The previous Gojo Satoru really didn't care, but does the current Gojo Satoru really don't care?

When He Zecheng woke up, it was already midnight.

The clothes on his body have been changed, and his body is also very clean. It seems that he has been taken good care of.

When he turned his head, he saw Gojo Satoru who was sleeping soundly.

Gojo Satoru who fell asleep was as cute as a child.

He was originally cute and immature, with round eyes like a cat, a short nose with a slightly upturned nose, like a baby, and a layer of glaze on his thin pink lips, and the corners of his mouth curl up when he is not smiling. Very innocent look.

He Zecheng was fascinated by watching it, such a non-aggressive Gojo Satoru is really rare.

Then Gojo Satoru opened his eyes under his gaze.

Those pale blue eyes were extraordinarily beautiful against the snow-white and thick eyelashes, but the eyes staring at him turned from hazy sleepiness to yearning wildness in an instant.

A snow leopard covered him.

Under the dim wall lamp, the smooth muscles floated beautifully with Gojo Satoru's movements, and the warm yellow light flowed on his fair muscles, which made He Zecheng stunned for a while.

"Cheng, you came to find me today, right?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed him, and said vaguely between his lips and teeth.

Gojo Satoru knew that he should speak well, but he couldn't help it when he saw He Zecheng, he couldn't help the behavior like making a mark.

He Zecheng's heart beat suddenly, and his breathing stopped for a second.

He thought of the persecution that made him feel ashamed and collapsed, and his eagerness to escape.

He ran back foolishly.

Gojo Satoru, who was kissing him, obviously felt it. He let go of He Zecheng's lips, and the tip of his nose rubbed against He Zecheng's. With a tone like kissing Kazawa Makoto's skin, he said in a low voice:

"Since you threw yourself into the trap, I won't let you go."

The two breathed intertwinedly, and they pressed each other intimately, He Zecheng's heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and his mind went blank.

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng called him tremblingly, and he didn't know whether it was rejection or desire in his voice.

Gojo Satoru came to his ear, and softly said in a teasing voice: "I'm going to start, Makoto."

"Be happy with me and forget about those bad things."

This kind of chaotic life lasted for more than half a year, and in a blink of an eye, they had already entered the third grade of the junior college.

He Zecheng has reached the age when he is getting taller, and he is a teenager at this age, because he has just started to grow and grows too fast, so that his figure is a bit thin.

After one incident, Gojo Satoru slowly stroked his calf, sliding from the heel to the hollow of the leg, over and over again, as if he couldn't put it down for these slender and slender legs.

He Zecheng blushed and turned away from looking at him, but Gojo Satoru suddenly asked, "I've been forcing Cheng... Cheng, do you have any feelings?"

He Zecheng didn't realize what he was saying for a moment.

Gojo Satoru held his leg up and whispered in his ear, "I'm asking if you like my body~"

"You, you!" He Zecheng was so ashamed that he wanted Gojo Satoru not to ask such questions, but he couldn't find a way to stop him.

"Forget it, it's my fault," Gojo Satoru sincerely apologized to He Zecheng. His childish face made people feel very tolerant towards him. He held He Zecheng's waist and held his fingertips Leaning on those two lovely waists, he suggested to He Zecheng more sincerely, "I'll let you try it before evaluating~" and then bent down.

"Hey! Wait for me!" He Zecheng yelled in a broken voice, but his mouth was blocked by the other party, and he could only let out a small whimper.

Wujo Satoru said such naughty and cute words, but his heart was numb and desperate.

Day by day, he tried hard to keep He Zecheng by his side, but he couldn't receive any definite response.

This kind of torment that continued to lengthen every minute and every second drove Gojo Satoru crazy.

I really want to have an answer.

Want to hear that answer.

want to be responded to.

He Zecheng looked at them in the mirror in a daze. The people behind him habitually reached out and played with the small lock on his neck, and then kneaded the back of his neck. He Zecheng let him pinch without any resistance. As he watched, his eyes turned black.

"Who exactly are you seeing now?" Gojo Satoru didn't know why he was going crazy today, and tortured him over and over again.

He Zecheng felt that his shame was shattered bit by bit with the actions of the other party, and finally he couldn't help crying and told the truth: "It's you! It's always been you, from the beginning!"

He choked with sobs: "I always knew that it was you and not her. Are you satisfied?"

From the very beginning, He Zecheng cried sadly for his shamelessness.

Gojo Satoru felt his scalp would explode with joy.

"It was always him?"

He could feel that Cheng was telling the truth!

Gojo Satoru immediately rubbed his head excitedly against He Zecheng's neck like a coquettish big cat.

"Sincerity! I want to listen to it again!" Gojo Gojo coquettishly, "Please, please! Say it again~"

He Zecheng just shook his head and cried, but Gojo Satoru smiled happily.

In order to keep him from crying like this, Gojo Satoru had no choice but to move again, and He Zecheng really had no time to cry, and his expression was slack.Wujo Wu confessed in his ear over and over again:

"I like you, Cheng, I love you."

"You love me too, I will always love you, you come to love me too."

He Zecheng felt that his blood was flowing fast, and he didn't know if it was because of the other party's actions or words.

He wanted to turn his head away so as not to look at him in the mirror, but he noticed Wujo Satoru in the mirror, the fragile sadness and expectation in his eyes.

He Zecheng softened his heart.

He raised his eyes, quickly glanced at Gojo Satoru in the glasses in the shaking field of vision, suppressed the trembling of broken shame, and quickly repeated in a low voice:

"I know it's always been you, from the beginning."

Gojo Satoru hugged him excitedly like a child who got a new toy and couldn't put it down, and said coquettishly:

"Say it again, Cheng! I like you the most!"

He Zecheng closed his eyes, blushed, and his voice trembled:

"It's always been you, I know it's always been you with me."

Gojo Satoru was still not satisfied, and urged He Zecheng to say it again. He Zecheng became angry and refused to say any more, and then changed to Gojo Satoru to confess to him over and over again:

"I like you, I like you so much!"

"I like you so much, I can't leave you at all, and I want to die on you."

"Sincerely, you are the best! I will always like you!"

……

Until Gojo Satoru said "Cheng, you smell really good, I love you so much", He Zecheng finally couldn't help but pushed him on the face: "Don't tell me any more!"

Gojo Satoru stopped flirting, and he suddenly became serious.He turned He Zecheng's face away, lowered his head to his forehead, and said softly:

"Cheng, put me in your first place."

"In your heart, I also want to be the strongest."

"Love me, Cheng, love me more than anyone else."

He Zecheng didn't speak, but blushed, raised his head and kissed Wujo Wu gently.

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