I lost my memory after making a lifetime promise with 5t5

Xia Youjie also went to the bookstore to buy a copy of "A Brief History of Philosophy" and read it completely since he first glimpsed the way of philosophy from Wujo Wu.

However, many of the contents were too raw for Xia Youjie, which made him feel confused, and some concepts also conflicted with his ideas. Questions lingered in his mind, making Xia Youjie want to ask clearly.

Thinking that Wujo Wu was also reading this book, Xia Youjie took his new favorite book and unceremoniously pushed open the door of Wujo Wu's room.

They are all novices in the field of philosophy, discussing with each other and learning and progressing together, this is the correct way for students to open up.

Then, I bumped into Nuliang Luyi who was doing a problem while feeding a certain big cat whose mouth was full of cream.

Nu Lianglu looked at Xia Youjie who had barged in, and pointed to the freshly baked puffs on the table friendly: "Jie, do you want some?"

Then Gojo Wu stuffed the remaining four puffs into his mouth in front of Xia Youjie who was a little moved, and an unrecognizable blurred voice came out of his mouth: "Jie, I have something important to say quickly." , don’t bother us to study hard, be careful, I’ll tell Noctua~”

Xia Youjie stayed up late to read for the first time in his life except for chasing comics. With dark circles under his eyes, he unceremoniously classified himself as something busy, and then he picked up the "A Brief History of Philosophy" that was placed on Wujou's desk , which throws up three questions of its own:

"Wu, after reading this book, how do you think the value of a person should be interpreted? How should the value of a magician be interpreted? What is the meaning of us as magicians?"

Gojo Wu blinked his eyes, and glanced at his "Fishing Picture Album". He has never delved into the meaning of life, and he did not have Xia Youjie's paranoia about meaning and value, so he put it down decisively and honestly: "I have not read it yet. Woolen cloth!"

"Then you put it on the top of the table every day? Don't pretend to be enlightened." Xia Youjie felt that this was a lie that Wujou had forgotten his friends and was too lazy to discuss with him. He flipped the pages of the book quickly, trying to find Wujou who had read this book book evidence.

Later, he did find the traces left by Gojo Satoru.

When Nu Lianglu saw that Xia Youjie had entered a petrified state, she also stood up curiously. Then, she also saw the whole page of various cat heads.

One of the cats with strange bangs, Maotou, is particularly eye-catching.

With just one glance, Xia Youjie's desire to explore philosophy disappeared.

Deeply mourning the previous desserts and the time spent queuing up to buy desserts, Xia Youjie's consciousness fell from the sacred temple of philosophy to the mundane high school of magic.

Aware of Jie Bang's hard fist and the change in mantra power, Wujo Wu, who finished eating the puffs in his mouth, hurriedly tried to maintain Xia Youjie's slender nerves: "The philosopher of the flower planter next door said that peace is the most important thing, you should Learned too."

"What the hell with you! We are magicians who fight with negative emotions." Xia Youjie spoke righteously and righteously.

So the high school alarm sounded harshly again.

In the teacher's office, Zhengdou, who felt that Gojo Satoru had finally transformed under the guidance of an outstanding classmate, also hardened his fist.

Accustomed to the fights of two adolescent children, Nu Lianglu opened Xia Youjie's "A Brief History of Philosophy" and carefully took notes on it to mark the key points. At first glance, he was studying, thinking and summarizing seriously. Looking back at the five articles Wu's army of cats and heads, the contrast is really tragic.

Even though he never advocated stressful education, Nuliang Luyi couldn't help but think about whether or not Gojo Satoru should compel him to write a written report on his experience after reading...

After discussing with the moth Zhengdao, just after the fight, Gojo Satoru was happy to offer a homework gift package.

Wujo Wu was shocked, Xia Youjie was diligent, how could he have a relationship with him named Wujo Wu?

What's the point?

Afterwards, the iron fist of the night moth Zhengdao told him what truth is.

Ignoring the cries of Gojo Satoru who wanted to write about his study experience, Nuliang Luyi asked for leave and went home this weekend.

Even during this period of time, she has been integrating herself into the profession of conjurer, but her main job is always the young master of the Nuliang group.

As the young master, she needs to report to her grandfather and father for some things she does.

Hearing something about Liuyan, Nuliang Huapiao took a sip of tea and looked at his son, and said with a bit of reminiscence: "Lu Yi, we told you that the magic world is a pool of muddy water. Li Ban , I remember that in the Edo period, there was a big quarrel between the head of the Gojo family and the head of the Zenyuan family."

At that time, it was the moment when Nuliang carphan led the Nuliang team to its peak, so Nuliang carphan still remembers things at that time quite clearly: "That's right, a 'six eyes' and a 'ten shadows', in front of the imperial court The martial arts competition ended together. I remember that the two of them were still good friends, but in the end they were pressured by their families and died together on the most glorious stage at the youngest and most vigorous age."

Nulianglu clenched his hands tightly.

Grandpa mentioned the history hundreds of years ago just to tell her that in the face of power struggles, even the Gojo family might give up Gojo Satoru.

At that time, the strength of Six Eyes is not absolutely immortal.

Seeing his daughter's eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, Nuliang Liban stretched out his hand and rubbed on her daughter's eyebrows, trying to soothe her worries: "Think carefully, do what you want to do."

"Even if you bet all your money on Gojo Satoru, the Nuragumi will always be your home."

Nuliang Liban's eyes were half-opened, and his golden eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Nuliang Luyi, were like the light refracted on the golden leaves in autumn.

Compared with Nuliang Liban's hint, Nuliang Huapiao blinked, and his words were much more straightforward: "If you really lose the five or something, if you look good, knock him out, touch him Carry it back and join our Nuliang team directly!"

"..." Nulianglu rubbed a cat with its belly exposed beside him, and confidently looked at the two elders who discussed "this kind of thing will definitely distort the nose of the old man in the magic world, and make the reputation of the Nuliang group an instant hit", "With me here, there is little chance of losing the five. If it is really unfortunate that my grandfather agrees, I will propose to him!"

The thread of their fate has long been entangled.

As long as he doesn't let go, even at the last moment, she will never give up.

Therefore, Nu Lianglu did not regret putting all his bets on Gojo Satoru.

However, after being reminded by two experienced elders in the Nuliang group, Nuliang Lu has a pair of things that can threaten the six eyes. Charms.

There is no conflict with the old orange yet, just in case in the future...

In the afternoon, Nura Riku went shopping with Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko in Mihua Town.

It's some guy's birthday in December, and she has to get ready.

He was afraid that she wouldn't find out, so he deliberately hung a brand new calendar in his bedroom.

Not only hung the calendar, but also circled "December 12th" with a red pen.

Not only was it circled, but the words "birthday" were also marked later.

And it was October, so he turned the calendar to December.

All she had to do was play "Gojo Satoru's birthday is December 12th" on a loop at the door of her room with a tweeter.

After adding Wujou communication number, looking at his past personal life sharing, Nu Lianglu, who has long remembered his birthday, thought about the deliberate hint of a certain big cat, and the anger after being ignored by her, and he couldn't bear it on his face. Can't help but smile.

"Lu Yi, are you in love?" Looking at the things Nuliang Luyi bought, Suzuki Sonoko could not help pressing against Nuliang Luyi's arm, and asked with a wink, "Where did you attend?" training? Oh, where is that handsome guy!"

As soon as Nu Lianglu was about to answer some questions, he found a thin and frail little boy deliberately pushed down in the sandpit by several older children aged six or seven.

He looked about three years old, and was pushed down in the sandpit, unable to stand up all at once, which made the older children beside him laugh even louder.

"You've learned to bully people at such a young age!" Suzuki Sonoko immediately yelled with a straight face, and Miss Suzuki's aura suddenly suppressed these children, "Everyone is not allowed to run, all of them stop!"

Nuliang Lu Yi squatted down and pulled up the bullied child who was ashamed, and patted the sand on his body carefully with Mao Lilan.

Nuliang Lu, who was used to taking care of his younger brother since he was a child, noticed some scratches on his knees, but it was not convenient for him to use the healing ability in public, so he could only borrow a Band-Aid from Mao Lilan, and lowered his head to stick it on the child's knee.

Then, she looked at the child at the same level, smiled and asked patiently: "Little friend, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

It was at this moment that she realized that the little boy in front of her was extremely handsome. His hair was a little upturned, and it seemed that it hadn't been cut for a long time. The black hair almost covered those emerald green eyes.

The little boy obviously didn't know what to do, but he still pretended to be a little adult, wiped the sand from his nose, and obediently bent down to thank: "Thank you sisters."

Seeing that the children were fine and did not damage any property, Suzuki Sonoko escorted a group of older children and said "I'm sorry" to the little boy seriously. After the little boy accepted their apology, he let them go away.

"Where's your parents?" Nu Lianglu looked around, there was no one who looked like the little boy's parents, if there were, they should have appeared when he was bullied just now.

"Lost." The little boy knew he had lied.

This time, in fact, he wanted to chase his father who had gone out again, and got lost.

"Can you recite your parents' phone number, kid? I'll ask your parents to pick you up, okay?"

Nuliang Luyi dialed another mobile phone number according to the number provided by the little boy, but he dialed four times, but none of them got connected.

"That's how he is." The little boy seemed to be used to this kind of encounter, and there was not much disappointment on his face that had no hope. However, a three-year-old child already had the numb attitude of an adult.

"Do you still remember the other parents' phone calls?"

The little boy shook his head, clutching the skirt of his shirt tightly.

He only has dad.

Although he didn't remember what his mother looked like, he still knew that the women whose fathers would change in a short time were not his mothers.

No one can just leave a three-year-old child alone, so Mao Lilan suggested: "Little friend, where is your home? How about my sisters taking you back?"

The little boy was obviously still a little wary, his green eyes looked at the toe of the shoe, he lowered his head in silence and did not speak.

In the end, Nura Luyi called the police, and it was better for professionals who wore uniforms to make children feel safe to handle the matter.

Sure enough, this time, the little boy who still had some basic common sense no longer had much resistance.

For Nura Rikuichi, this is just the most ordinary daily life in Mihua Town.

In the evening, Nuliang Luyi received a call from the Assistant Superintendent of the High School of Magic.

After learning that there was a second-level curse spirit in Mihua Town, he thought it was a short detour, and Nuliang Luyi didn't refuse.

As soon as she reached the alley mentioned by the assistant supervisor, she found that Yatengu from the Nuliang group was also here.

"Young master, when we receive the news, we are preparing to clear the curse here..."

This is the territory of the Nuliang Group, and it is normal for the Nuliang Group to be found by patrol personnel.

Just as they were about to split up with Yatengu and his children to find the curse here, they heard the shrill scream of a young girl.

Afraid that he would be late, Nu Lianglu climbed over the wall and walked a straight distance.

When Nuliang Luyi and Yatengu arrived,

by the silent river,

The curse spirit was protruding out of the river with a stained hand that was several meters long, tightly holding the feet of a female high school student who came home late, trying to drag her into the river, constantly He muttered words that he didn't understand at all.

The female high school student who was severely frightened had already passed out. Nu Lianglu wanted to kill the curse immediately, but found that there was an extra person beside the river.

It's the kid I met this afternoon.

He was holding a few stones in his hand, and there was clear fear on his immature face, but he still accurately slammed the stones on the cursed body.

It's a pity that such a small attack was completely ineffective, and instead aroused the ferocity of the curse.

A second hand stretched out from the river and rushed towards the little boy.

The little boy turned around and ran away in fright, but bumped into the warm chest.

An arm easily hugged him, and he raised his head, which was the smiling face of his sister he met in the afternoon.

My sister is a good person.

The little boy struggled immediately and shouted, "Run! Run!"

"Don't be afraid." Nuliang Luyi slowed down his voice, soothing the talented little boy softly, and at the same time, she pulled out the blade with her right hand.

With a simple horizontal cut, both of the cursed arms were broken with the dazzling light of the knife.

The little boy realized what might have happened when he heard the sound of two heavy objects falling into the water, and turned his head curiously.

In the fiery red dusk, countless arms covered with hard shells like crabs stabbed towards them.

He was about to close his eyes subconsciously, when he saw a simple knife.

There are no fancy moves, just one knife, like cutting tofu, easily sliced ​​through the darkness reflected above their heads, and cut off all the arms that covered the sky and the sun.

Nuliang Luyi winked at Yatengu, signaling him and his children to check whether the curse spirit was completely exorcised.

Afterwards, she rubbed the little boy's prickly hair, but unexpectedly got a soft and good feel, so she couldn't help but rub it more like a strand: "Okay, it's all right."

Nuliang Luyi wondered which family this child belonged to: "Little friend, what's your last name?"

The little boy opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He only knows his own name, and he has heard others call him by his father's name, but he never knows his last name, and he doesn't seem to have heard others call him by his last name.

Nu Lianglu thought for a while, and changed the way of asking: "Then what does your father do, do you know?"

The little boy knew how to say this question, and he was so clear-headed that he didn't know what such an answer meant, so he told his savior: "It's a job to live with various aunts."

Nu Lianglu paused as soon as he hugged the little boy's hand, isn't this a little boy? ! !

Nu Lianglu did not discriminate against the profession, but thinking that the salary of the conjurer is not bad, this father will not be reduced to the point where he relies on being a jerk to support his children, so it should have nothing to do with the family in the conjuration world .

When the little guy in front of him grows up, if he can awaken the magic formula, he will definitely join the high school as a non-family magician, and there is a high probability that he will become an important general of Wu's innovative faction.

Nu Lianglu looked at the embankments on both sides, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't the police take you home? Why are you still in such a dangerous place?"

The little boy pointed to an apartment building not far away that could see the river bank: "I live there. I discovered the curse a long time ago, and then I saw the sister who couldn't see the curse passing by at home, so I ran away down."

But he still hadn't had time.

The assistant supervisor arrived soon and took over the treatment and confidentiality of the follow-up female high school students.

Luyi Nuliang did not tell other people in the magic world that this little boy has the possibility of becoming a magician. The current magic world is still dirty, and when such a child grows up, it may be another brand new friendship. The world of magic.

But when she carried the little boy to his door, the taciturn little boy stopped her: "Sister, are you the same as me?"

In fact, it is completely different. After all, Nuliang Luyi has no talent for spells at all, she is just a half-demon.

But watching the shining light in the little boy's eyes, Nuliang Luyi still smiled: "Of course it's the same."

Squatting down, Nuliang Luyi took out a post-it note from his bag, wrote down his name and mobile phone contact information on the post-it note, and solemnly handed it over as a business card: "My name is Nuliang Luyi , this is my mobile phone number, if there is a curse again, my sister can contact me to help deal with it!"

If it is the territory of the Nura group, she can contact the monsters in the group to directly attack. If it is a site other than the Nura group, she can also contact the assistant supervisor and window.

"All in all, next time, definitely, absolutely don't rush up!" Nuliang Luyi seriously urged.

Nu Lianglu was very puzzled by the underage of the conjuration world, let alone such a young, precious and good-looking conjurer Miaomiao.

The little boy who can see things that ordinary people can't see, and was unconditionally helped for the first time, tightly clutched the post-it note in his hand, and thanked again earnestly: "Thank you sister."

"Sister, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" The little boy thought about the messy home made by his drinking-loving father, and still wanted to express his gratitude as much as possible, but Nu Lianglu shook his head.

The assistant supervisor downstairs is waiting for her to go back to the college together, and she also thinks this kind of thing is just a trivial matter.

Seeing that Nulianglu was about to leave, the little boy couldn't help but amplify his voice: "Sister, my name is Hui."

As soon as Nu Lianglu turned her head, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed her eyes a beautiful golden red: "I remember the grace of God!"

God's favor?

Opening the door, looking at the dark and messy room, the little boy named Hui turned on the light, looked at the home full of bottles and cans of wine, horse betting coupons, and takeaway boxes, his green eyes flashed a little lonely.

How could he be such a beautiful existence in the eyes of that homeless man?

As soon as Nu Lianglu, who was tired all day, returned to the dormitory and turned on the lights, he met a big white cat hanging upside down upstairs, and waved to her excitedly: "Yiyi, you are finally back!"

Gojo Wujo turned over and entered Nuliang Luyi's room, soft and sticky, about to act like a baby.

"Yiyi, what did you do at home today?"

"Yiyi, you didn't reply to my message in time..."

"Yiyi, I read a book very consciously and proactively today. Is there any reward?"

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru, whose mouth was rising rapidly, saw a white cat hair on Nura Rikuichi's cuff.

Damn one! !

Are cats amazing? ?

Obviously it's just his substitute! !

Gojo Satoru pulled off that extremely obtrusive hair.

Before Gojo Wujo protested loudly and asked for psychological compensation, the overly excellent Liuyan found a clue in Nura Luyi—the short black hair, still in the position of her collar! ! ! !

Like a housewife who found her husband's collar stained with lipstick, Gojo Satoru, who had been looking forward to Nuralu's return early all day, completely blew his hair.

Not only did she sneak out, but she also stole two! ! !

Detective Wujo continued to reason methodically:

One is there, two are also there, three and four are ready to sell! ! ! !Six Seven Eight, Jiu Tiao also found a target! ! ! !Ten articles, eleven articles, and twelve articles have also been compiled with number plates! ! ! !