After being scummed by four men

Kazawa Makoto inevitably thought of Junko, and then Gojo Satoru.

In fact, strictly speaking, he doesn't like girls at all...

He Zecheng blushed a little.

Xia Youjie looked at He Zecheng subconsciously. His usual slightly drooping eyes fell on He Zecheng's reddish cheeks, and then on He Zecheng's moist lips.

Xia Youjie rolled his Adam's apple silently.

Only Hui Yuanxiong, who was not asked at all, answered her loudly with great interest:

"I like girls with big appetites!!"

He Zecheng's shy mood was suddenly broken by Hui Yuanxiong, and he laughed out loud.

Xia Youjie was a little helpless:

"Gray..."

He Zecheng smiled and put his hand on Xia Youjie's shoulder, signaling him not to blame the younger generation too much.

Xia Youjie glanced at He Zecheng, but said nothing.

Hui Yuanxiong said with a natural face:

"It's okay, she's not a bad person."

"I see people quite accurately."

"..."

Xia Youjie looked at the floor in front of him with a calm expression. His expression was a little dark because of the light behind him. The half-length hair draped over his shoulders was a bit messy on the side of his face and neck. His tone made it hard to tell whether it was helplessness or mocking, he said in a shallow tone:

"Sit next to me and still think so?"

He said it as if he had predestined himself to be a bad person.

"?" Hui Yuanxiong didn't know why, but he replied energetically, "...Yes!!"

The woman who had been watching them put her hands on her hips and laughed:

"Ahaha, you don't understand, the sentence just now was sarcasm."

Afterwards, Hui Yuanxiong chatted and laughed with them and left.

The woman was sitting on Xia Youjie's left, and He Zecheng was on his right.

He Zecheng, who had been Xia Youjie's partner since this month, was keenly aware of something wrong with Xia Youjie from the conversation just now.

Originally, he thought that he was the only one who was in poor condition because of the high-level making things difficult for him, but Xia Youjie, who seemed to be the most able to bear it, was also in poor condition.

He Zecheng was very worried, and wanted to talk to Xia Youjie right now, but because of the presence of this woman who could not be completely trusted, He Zecheng couldn't say anything directly, so he could only secretly reach out and hold Xia Youjie's hand. hand.

Xia Youjie felt a warm palm that was slightly smaller than his own get into his palm, he glanced at He Zecheng calmly, saw his worried expression, but didn't say anything, just didn't move He gathered his palms sensually, and wrapped He Zecheng's palms in his own.

Now it was He Zecheng's turn to be a little shy, he waved his hand, but was held even tighter.

The calluses left by Xia Youjie's practice magic tool on the palm of his hand gently rubbed against the back of his hand, making He Zecheng a little flustered.

Unlike him and Gojo Satoru, who directly use magic power output, Xia Youjie, a shikigami-like magician, tends to suffer in close combat, so Xia Youjie is the three of them who practice magic tools and physical skills. The hardest one.

Because of this, his hands were not as smooth as he and Gojo Satoru, with a look of pampering. Instead, they left calluses representing real strength, rubbing against the skin, which made people feel at ease.

"Special magician, 99 Yuki, do you know that?" The woman introduced herself like this.

99 Youji seemed to have noticed the small movements of the two, but she didn't say anything.

She came today mainly because she was entrusted by someone to win over Xia Youjie, the mantra and spiritual exerciser, and nothing else was important.

Then, as she talked, she brought the topic to the right track:

"What the highly specialized people do is symptomatic therapy, but what I want to do is cause therapy."

"Cause therapy?" Xia Youjie's face was full of curiosity and thought.

He Zecheng next to him turned cold.

Here it is again, the ideal of righteousness that he hates the most, the ideal of righteousness that he can do whatever he wants when he has power.

Then 99 Youji proposed two methods to make the world no longer have curse spirits:

One is to turn all human beings into non-magicians, and the other is to turn all human beings into magicians.

"I've tried it, and it's almost impossible to achieve it with the sky and the curse. Now my life is two."

When 99 Yuki was speaking, the always gentle He Zecheng sneered:

"Then what do you think of a magician like me?"

He Zecheng is one of the most special magicians in the millennium.

Without the blood of a sorcerer, he awakened very late, the power of the spell is huge, and the concentration of the power of the spell is extremely high.

The latter two lead to the fact that although he is a magician, if he is not careful, it will cause a thousand times more terrible results than the magic spirit formed by ordinary people leaking the magic power.

If all human beings become magicians, but there will always be a few magicians like Makoto Kazawa, then the curse will still exist, and it will even become stronger because the concentration of the magic power of the magicians is stronger. greater disaster.

"What are you going to do with people like us then?" He Zecheng twitched his lips, "Are you going to kill us like the high-level people?"

99 Yuki was speechless.

What Xia Youjie wanted to say just now, "Kill all non-magic masters, leaving only non-magic masters who can control the magic power" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

If magicians gave birth to non-magician offspring, would they kill their offspring?

Xia Youjie was in a mess.

Perhaps, the idea of ​​killing all non-magicians is just out of his disgust for those ugly ordinary people, not to save anyone.

Just hate, want to kill, erase.

At this time, He Zecheng's soft voice called back his attention, and he heard He Zecheng say:

"Actually, I have a way to make the world no longer have curse spirits."

Hearing that, both of them focused their attention on He Zecheng.

They saw He Zecheng's extremely gentle, almost holy expression, and said something creepy:

"We just need to transform all human beings, so that human beings can only laugh and feel happy from now on, isn't that all right?"

"How is this possible?" 99 Youji Huoran stood up. She didn't know whether it was because of fear or disbelief. After taking a step back, she stared at He Zecheng, her breathing was a little short.

"As long as the human soul is transformed so that human beings will no longer have negative emotions, even if they are reincarnated, they will still not have negative emotions. The eternal residents of Utopia, isn't it great?" He Zecheng ridiculed her, "And Master Tianyuan Can it be done, want to try?"

99 Youji fled in despair at what he said, and He Zecheng stood up blankly and wanted to leave, but Xia Youjie grabbed him.

"Cheng." Xia Youjie called his name so affectionately for the first time.

Xia Youjie pulled him back and looked down at him:

"Are you angry? Why?"

"I didn't..." He Zecheng subconsciously wanted to prevaricate, but Xia Youjie's deep purple eyes kept looking at him quietly and intently, so he had no choice but to change his words, "Okay, a little bit."

"I just feel too tired." Feeling the persecution of righteousness in all directions is very tiring and annoying.

"I don't know when I can take a break." I endure endlessly every day in order to stay by Brother Wu's side.

He Zecheng was hugged by Xia Youjie.

He was a little dazed, his face pressed against Xia Youjie's chest again, he felt the other person stroke his hair, and then heard Xia Youjie say:

"Sincerely, you don't need to worry too much, you just need to rely on us."

"Wu said at the beginning, you will be protected by us in the future."

"If you have any troubles, just say it."

He Zecheng's ear was close to Xia Youjie's chest, listening to his pleasant and magnetic voice like the vibrating of a musical instrument when he spoke, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't tell what it was like, because he was thinking and didn't respond to Xia Youjie immediately.

Then a hand with a thin callus lifted his chin, Xia Youjie scratched his chin gently with his fingers, and looked at him with gentle and attentive eyes:

"Is there any trouble for you right now?"

He Zecheng's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and his brain was in chaos:

"Um, go back to the dormitory to sleep?"

He said nonsense.

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, then smiled, picked him up by the waist, and walked to the dormitory.

He Zecheng let out an exclamation:

"Xia Youjun! Let me down, I can go by myself!"

Xia Youjie deliberately ignored his shy and embarrassed expression, and said solemnly:

"Aren't I helping you solve your troubles?"

Then, regardless of his protest, he carried him into his dormitory.

He Zecheng:? ? ?

"I'm tired too, Cheng, take a rest with me." Xia Youjie put him on the quilt, then turned around and took off his shirt, revealing his strong back and strong waist, which he didn't tie up. His long hair was scattered on his shoulders, neck and back, giving him an oriental sexiness.

He Zecheng was so scared that he bounced like a cat, he finally felt that something was wrong.

His intimacy with Mr. Xia You has crossed the line a bit.

Just when he was about to refuse to run away, he saw Xia Youjie turned his head, his face was full of the gloom and exhaustion that he had shown when he talked to Hui Yuanxiong just now.

Xia Youjie said to He Zecheng in a tired tone:

"Lie down with me for a while, just for a while."

He Zecheng hesitated for a moment, then lay down gently again, with his body sideways, facing the outside.

After a while, there was also the feeling of the bedding collapsing, and it was Xia Youjie who also lay down.

He Zecheng curled up into a ball uncomfortably, with his back to Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie's scent, which was mature enough to reassure him, has now turned into a dangerous sense of aggression.

He Zecheng tried to shrink back to hide, but he is now in Xia Youjie's room, and in Xia Youjie's room, this smell is almost everywhere, giving He Zecheng a feeling of falling into the net, with nowhere to go The feeling of escaping.

Then He Zecheng quickly fell asleep in this feeling of tension and exhaustion.

A cunning fox got up.

He gently rolled over the sleeping He Zecheng, looked at his slightly flushed face after falling asleep, and lowered his head to kiss it lightly.

His rapid breathing hit He Zecheng's skin, and then a soft and heart-wrenching feeling spread in his heart.

He raised his head slowly, and his eyes lightly fell on He Zecheng's slightly parted lips after falling asleep.

This is Wu's lover.Xia Youjie told himself so.

He admonishes himself like this, but he can't help but bend down, getting closer and closer to those lips.

I just want to kiss.Xia Youjie said to himself in his heart.

Then he bit those lips tremblingly, but he was not as self-control as he imagined.Not only did he not stop, but he immediately grabbed his waist and kissed him more deeply.

The moment his lips and tongue met, Xia Youjie completely forgot everything, and at the same time he felt the sensitive trembling in his palm, prompting him to kiss her more deeply.

He Zecheng subconsciously let out a whimper in his sleep. His consciousness was still in a deep sleep, but his body was awakened.He hadn't seen Wujo Wu for a long time, and Xia Youjie's toss made him unable to restrain himself from responding.

Xia Youjie had already gotten carried away, and just when he couldn't help tearing off the collar of the other party, He Zecheng opened his eyes in a daze.

"Xia Youjun?" He Zecheng looked at Xia Youjie above him in confusion, unable to figure out why.

Unexpectedly, Xia Youjun rubbed the corner of He Zecheng's lips with his fingers, where there was saliva that flowed when they kissed too excitedly.Xia Youjie picked up the trace of crystal with his fingers, his voice was hoarse and low, and he said to He Zecheng:

"You just fell asleep and drooled."

A trace of shyness rose in He Zecheng's bewildered brain, but Xia Youjie's behavior immediately shut down his brain.I saw Xia Youjie sticking out his tongue, his long and narrow eyes stared at him closely with indescribable emotion, and the red tip of his tongue slowly licked away the trace of crystal.

Confusion, shyness, tiredness, these three feelings were rampant in He Zecheng's brain, and he couldn't think at all.

In the end, He Zecheng fell asleep again in a daze.

Xia Youjie looked at the other person falling asleep again, a feeling of stepping on the ground came to his heart, he didn't know whether it was disappointment or relief.

He hugged He Zecheng who had fallen asleep in his arms, and watched the other party fall asleep heartlessly, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Gojo Satoru came back much more frequently during this period, and He Zecheng was able to meet each other often.

He Zecheng has been under more and more psychological pressure recently. Every time he returns to Gojo Satoru, he really wants to confide his exhaustion to the other party, and wants to be comforted by his lover, but...

"Uh..." The chocker on He Zecheng's neck tightened, his brain was short of oxygen, and his body trembled and went limp.Gojo Satoru panted lightly, loosened the chocker from his neck, brushed his sweaty blond hair, and kissed his ear.

"Brother Wu, shall we chat for a while?" He Zecheng's hoarse voice was a little helpless, but also faintly suppressed tiredness.

Although Gojo Satoru used to be like this, he didn't listen to people's words, he just messed around when they met, and didn't intend to communicate at all, but as the higher-ups made things more and more urgent for him and Xia Youjie recently, he really couldn't bear it.

Xia Youjie's condition was obviously worse, his expression became more and more numb and crazy, and he also began to be in a trance and timid frequently.

Logically speaking, with a lover, he should be in a much better situation than Xia Youjie, but his lover doesn't listen to him at all, and always indulges in sex, which makes him very depressed.

"Let's do it again, Makoto~" Wujo Wujo hugged him coquettishly and said, "I haven't had enough fun yet, let's party all night☆~"

"Brother Wu, listen to me." He Zecheng became a little angry, "Why don't you listen to me?"

"But the time when Cheng and I meet each time is very short?" Gojo Satoru felt aggrieved, "If I use it for other things, I won't have time to hug you."

He Zecheng suddenly became angry:

"What are other things? Brother Wu? Are my troubles called other things?"

Is this the legendary couple quarreling?Gojo Satoru, who still had no sense of crisis at the moment, was still distracted.

"Sometimes I really suspect that you just want to be with me..." He Zecheng looked at him with a frown, a little embarrassed, "Brother Wu, do you really like me?"

Gojo Satoru looked puzzled, he opened his blue cat eyes wide, and said in surprise:

"Of course, Cheng, what are you talking about?"

He Zecheng gritted his teeth and said, "Did you like me because you did it with me, or did you do it with me because you liked me?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then carefully looked at He Zecheng's expression, and whispered:

"Is there any difference?"

"Cheng, what are you messing with?"

He Zecheng stared at him blankly, feeling that his heart was gradually full of cracks and then shattered like a piece of glass.

He Zecheng had a unilateral cold war with Wu Tiaomao.

"Mr. Xia You, I finally understand what you meant when you said Brother Wu couldn't tell the difference between good and evil."

Xia Youjie looked at He Zecheng as he raised his head, "Ton, ton, ton" was half a bottle of wine, he was a little ashamed, and then he saw that He Zecheng was about to fall backwards when he tilted his body, he quickly took him into his arms inside.

The blond boy tilted his head softly in his arms, looked at Xia Youjie with drunken eyes, and choked up: "You know Xia Youjun, brother Wu can't tell the difference between desire and emotion, but I I just think...he is because of desire."

"Cheng, don't think about it, get some sleep, or you'll have a headache." Xia Youjie helplessly hugged He Zecheng who was sliding down.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool?

"Hi~ I even think about it sometimes," He Zecheng burped cutely on Xia Youjie's chest. He looked at Xia Youjie sadly, with a blush at the end of his eyes, looking Xia Youjie seemed to be looking at a heartbroken man, "Sometimes I wonder if in his eyes, in his six-eyed eyes, I am no different from others."

Because the position is too high, even after becoming the strongest, he has completely climbed to the god position above the sky, overlooking all living beings, and all living beings are small black spots with no difference.

If there is any difference between He Zecheng's little black spot and other little black spots...

He Zecheng smiled self-deprecatingly. In that smile, there was the decadence of a broken pot and the sadness of unwillingness. He said, "The difference between me and others is probably that it is more comfortable to hug."

"That distinction makes me sick."

As He Zecheng's appearance became more and more miserable, the people in the store seemed to have misunderstood something, and all cast condemning glances at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie raised his forehead, he didn't want to take the blame for this bastard Wu at all.

"Hey, Cheng, are you still awake?" Xia Youjie put him on his lap, pinched his face and shook it, while He Zecheng put his face in his palm like a kitten instead.

Xia Youjie subconsciously looked around, lowered his head, and whispered to him:

"If you do this again, I'm going to kiss you."

The drunkard He Zecheng couldn't understand human words, he only knew how to cry "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" and subconsciously hit Xia Youjie a few times with his hands.

"You asked for this," Xia Youjie said in his ear as if talking to himself, "Do I seem to be polite to you, Cheng?"

After finishing speaking, he held He Zecheng's drunken and hot face and kissed him.

Xia Youjie couldn't tell whether it was the aroma of wine or He Zecheng's aroma.

He first kissed He Zecheng in public for a while, then took him to an alley, pressed him against the wall and kissed him.

"Xia You, Jun?" Xia Youjie kissed, and suddenly heard He Zecheng calling him so vaguely between his lips and teeth.

The tone seemed to be purely doubtful, but Xia Youjie didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Xia Youjie lowered his head and tore off a piece of shirt fabric and tied it over He Zecheng's eyes. Then, as if he had lost the restraint, he began to do whatever he wanted to him.

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