After being scummed by four men

It was the end of August, the end of the summer heat had passed, and the weather started to turn cold, so the two of them caught a cold after messing around in the alley that night.

In fact, a cold is nothing, it is worse...

"Why does Mr. Xia You have a cold too? Sorry, did I infect you?" He Zecheng said to him so apologetically on the way back after removing the curse spirit.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie covered his mouth and looked to the other side, coughed, and said in a nasal voice:

"Not you."

The voice was inexplicably depressed.

——He Zecheng, he drank the broken piece.

He Zecheng just forgot that night when he was very fragrant. He forgot how many nonsense things he had said and how ridiculous things he had done in order to beg for mercy.The drunken him and the sober him are completely different in guts and character.

While Xia Youjie was thinking wildly, he and He Zecheng received a bad news:

Their descendant Haibara Yuu died.

"It should have been just a second-level curse spirit crusade mission that can be easily solved...!!"

Their other junior Qi Haijian was sitting by the wall, leaning his head against the wall, with a handkerchief over his eyes, his voice seemed to be gnashing his teeth and choked up.

On the dissecting table, the face of the dead Hui Yuanxiong was still bruised and bloodstained.

Standing in front of the dissecting table, He Zecheng watched the younger generation who had talked and laughed with them not long ago turn into a cold corpse. He felt like he was going to be unable to breathe.

He understood that this was a deliberate move by the higher-ups who were gradually testing Brother Wu's bottom line of patience.

But can Brother Wu, who has always disdained these calculations, understand?

Suddenly He Zecheng felt that he was leaning against a broad and warm chest, and he realized that he couldn't help but took a step back just now, and it was Xia Youjie who supported him.

"Cheng." Xia Youjie called him in a low voice, stroked his shoulder comfortingly, then walked over, and covered his face with the white cloth covering Hui Yuanxiong's body.

"Rest now, Qihai," Xia Youjie could only comfort Qihai in this way, his voice was full of cold tiredness, "Let Wu take care of the task."

"..." Jianren Qihai, who was leaning against the wall, was silent for a while, and then said indifferently, seemingly maliciously or puffed up, "Why don't you just leave it all to that person?"

Xia Youjie was silent.

"Qihai!" He Zecheng called him, his double light golden pupils were still full of unfaded sadness, he whispered to Qihai Jianren, so low that he seemed to be begging, "Qihai, Brother Wu is not a real god, he will be tired too, he has worked very hard..."

Ever since Gojo Satoru became the strongest, he has resolutely left their dk trio. He has been tasked for several days and shouldered the burden that everyone threw to him because of his strength. No one can tell about his loneliness and depression.

Jianren Qihai bit his lower lip, embarrassed by his malice just now, he turned his head and apologized to He Zecheng in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue."

He Zecheng, on the other hand, was deeply worried in his grief. Although they, the sorcerers who are close to Brother Wu, have been patient for him, how long can they bear it?

After all, who doesn't have relatives and friends?

Looking at today's Nanami Jianren and Hui Yuanxiong, you can tell that everyone is probably reaching their limit.

Xia Youjie came over and gently embraced his shoulders. He Zecheng looked at his exhausted and numb expression, and couldn't help but think of a terrible possibility—maybe, next time, he and Xia You would be the ones to endure to the limit You are gone.

One by one, they endured to the limit one by one, and left Brother Wu one by one, what will happen in the end?

"Isolated"?

He Zecheng unconsciously clenched his fists.

He would never let Brother Wu fall to this point.

"Qihai, you can rest now, I will help you with your tasks." He Zecheng said softly.

"Senior!" Qihai Jianren stood up eagerly, and the handkerchief covering his eyes fell to the ground with his movements, "Sorry, that's not what I meant..."

"Cheng?" Xia Youjie frowned, looked down at him, and said disapprovingly, "You want to do the mission yourself?"

Although he knows that Cheng may be hiding his strength, but Cheng has never been on a mission alone, he is still very worried.

Moreover, Cheng and him are on a team mission. Since he is already feeling very tired, Cheng, who is physically weaker than him, may feel even more uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I just want to exercise myself, I can't always hide behind you and Brother Wu, after all, we still have younger generations." He Zecheng forced a smile, and then he said to Qihai Jianren seriously, "Qami, can I ask you something?"

Jianren Qihai pursed his lips, with a guilty expression on his face: "Senior, tell me."

"Can you please Qihai?" He Zecheng seemed to think of someone, his expression suddenly became very gentle, "Can you please stand by Brother Wu no matter what?"

"Ah?" Jianren Qihai was a little dazed.

"And Xia Youjun." He Zecheng turned his head to look at Xia Youjie who was holding his shoulders again, and said sincerely, "Can you please don't leave brother Wu's side no matter what?"

Because brother Wu, he is actually very afraid of being alone.

Gojo Satoru mission is back.

In the bar, the deafening music made Xia Youjie frown, but he couldn't leave. He looked at the two drunks next to him and felt a headache.

How should I bring them back later?

Since the one-sided cold war between He Zecheng and Gojo Satoru, it has been a long time, and the young master Gojo, who has never been angry, has also become angry, and he has also started a cold war with He Zecheng.

Gojo Satoru felt aggrieved and annoyed. He couldn't tell whether he was born out of love or out of desire, but he knew that he definitely didn't stay with him just because he wanted to be sincere.

Why can't he figure it out when he is annoyed?

He even got angry with him without authorization.

He Zecheng has not figured it out yet, and has no time to figure it out.

The higher-ups persecuted Xia Youjie and him even harder. In addition, he was extremely exhausted after sharing the task of building people in Qihai. close your eyes.

And as time went on, he became more and more worried about Gojo Satoru, worried that everyone around him would be forced to leave, and worried about that terrible ending.

He really couldn't bring himself to deal with Gojo Satoru's petty temper.

The colorful lights in the bar swayed overhead, shone on the faces of the two people and flickered with magical changes.

Gojo Satoru held the wine glass, leaned on the counter, tilted his head, and looked at He Zecheng with drunken eyes.

They have not been intimate for 16 days, hours and 45 minutes.I miss him so much, I want to hug him, I want to see him blushing and call him "Brother Wu", I want to grab those slender legs and lift them up...

Gojo Satoru squinted his snow-white thick eyelashes, looked at Makoto He Ze, whose cheeks were already flushed, and watched him nodding his head cutely and dozing off after being drunk.

Then Gojo Satoru noticed the dangling lock on He Zecheng's neck, and the pride and sweetness instantly filled his heart, making him bend his lips involuntarily.

Cheng didn't take off the chocker.

At this time, the drunken He Zecheng looked at him.

The blond boy was unsteadily trying to sit up straight, his hands on the black lacquered bar were trembling slightly. Glancing at Wujo Gou, the heavy golden pupils were swaying with pure drunkenness, but the protracted redness at the corners of his eyes made him look like he gave Gojo Wufei a casual wink.

"Brother Wu?" Makoto He Ze raised his head charmingly drunk without knowing it, completely exposing his slender and soft neck to Wujo Wu's sight.

There is also a black to sexy belt around his neck, and a small silver lock that is tilted to one side.

Gojo Wu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, then stood up unsteadily, walked over, and pushed He Zecheng onto the table at the bar.

He Zecheng, who has been thinking about Gojo Goto, raised his hand, took off Gojo Gogo's sunglasses and threw them aside, then slowly moved his hands up Gojo Gogo's back like a snake, and hugged him His neck, longingly rubbing... the back of his neck.

"Cheng!" Wujo Satoru called out to him in a hoarse voice, then impatiently met He Zecheng's seductively opened lips, and kissed them hard.

The two kiss in a bar.

Gojo Satoru and Kazawa Makoto are both extremely delicate and beautiful boys. One of them has white hair and blue eyes, the other has blond hair and golden eyes. They kissed so sweetly. ready to move.

He Zecheng's fingers grabbed Gojo Satoru's hair and kept sliding and tightening with the rhythm of being kissed. From time to time, his slender waist gently swayed like a stirred water wave, coupled with his soft and ecstatic sobs, Many people immediately stared at him.

Gojo Satoru is rough and has an indescribable sexuality. His eyes are red, his lips are red, and his tongue is looming when he kisses. The son stared at him.

People with malicious intentions around them slowly approached them.

This is what Xia Youjie saw when he came back from the bathroom.

He was only gone for 10 minutes!These two drunks made such a mess for him!

But Xia Youjie had a hard time trying to get the two of them away all at once, and this was not a remote place, so he couldn't just use the spell to take them away.

Xia Youjie had no choice but to call Ye Mo Zhengdao for help, while scanning the people around him coldly to warn them not to approach.

Not long after, Night Moth Zhengdao came to the bar, and didn't say how the three DKs could go to the bar, probably because they heard about the high-level making things difficult for them.

Ye Mo Zhengdao took the drunk ghost Wu away first, and Xia Youjie took the rest of the drunk ghost back.

Xia Youjie took him back to his dormitory with ease.

Looking at the half-drunk and half-awake blond boy trapped in the milky white, Xia Youjie felt a little complicated.

He knew that He Zecheng would be broken when he was drunk, and he couldn't remember anything the next day. He didn't know whether to be lucky or disappointed.

He leaned down, kissed He Zecheng slowly, and unbuttoned his clothes with both hands...

"Xia You-jun, you took care of me for another night." He Zecheng scratched his head in embarrassment. Last time he was drunk, Xia You-jun took care of him. Xia You-jun was really troublesome.

"..." Xia Youjie didn't know what to say, so he acquiesced with a stiff face.

He Zecheng thought for a while, and said, "How about this, Mr. Xia You, I will go to today's task alone, and you can rest first, and I will thank you for your care."

Xia Youjie, who was drinking water, spat it out in one gulp: "Ahem, ahem..."

What care, you little fool!

He Zecheng didn't know anything about his inner activities, so he just hurried over and patted him on the back:

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked to you while you were drinking water."

"Don't always apologize," Xia Youjie grabbed the hand that was patting his back and held it in his hand, "It's not a big deal, and you don't have to do missions for me."

"This... just take it as my heart, Xia You-kun," He Zecheng smiled at him, "Xia You-kun has helped me share a lot of tasks recently, Xia You-kun is also very tired."

"I'm not tired." Xia Youjie looked down at his face that had lost a lot of weight, and patted his head, "Don't think too much about it."

"Didn't you say that? You just need to rely on me and Wu, and you don't need to worry too much."

"What's the matter, I'm already a senior," He Zecheng seemed to disagree, "And I've become stronger, and I can share a lot for you."

If we share more for everyone, everyone can stick to Brother Wu longer.

"You're still far behind." Xia Youjie still didn't do it.

He Zecheng followed Xia Youjie's movements of cleaning the room like a little tail:

"Please, Mr. Xia You, this is just an investigation mission. I can do it myself, so you can take a rest."

Xia Youjie was so entangled that his heart became weak, and in the end he couldn't stand him anymore, so he had to turn around and pinch his nose:

"Okay, just this once, go and come back quickly."

He Zecheng let out a cheer, then left with a smile.

Xia Youjie couldn't help smiling as he watched his leaving back.

However, He Zecheng never came back after this trip.

"Record:

September 2007, □□ County □□ City (old □□ Village)

Mission summary:

Find out and eliminate the curse spirit that causes the disappearance and mysterious death of the villagers. "

"Five days after the dispatch of the person in charge of this task (high school student Makoto Kazawa), 112 residents of the former village of □□ were confirmed dead.

At first, it was speculated that the villagers were all harmed by the target curse spirit, but from the concentration of the filth, it can be concluded that it was He Zecheng's filth.

He Zecheng fled.

According to Article 9 of the spell rules, he is judged to be a curse master and needs to be executed. "

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The author has something to say:

Thank you Moonstone for this unknown little angel! ≧▽≦

读者空投月石2021-12-0711:1:220

感谢在2021-12-0801:20:10~2021-12-0821:21:7期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 2 bottles for [-] yen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!