I am cursed by the strongest

There was a muffled sound of "dong", and a sharp pain came from the back of his head, Wutiao Zhi fell into a drowsy trance.

The soul and the body seem to be separated, and pain, cold, nausea, anger... can't feel anything.

All feeling, all pain, all stripped from the body.

And Wutiaozhi, like a gust of formless wind, exists in this world, looking at the dark world without sadness or joy.

In the dimness with extremely low visibility, Wutiaozhi saw himself. The appearance of being pressed and beaten by several children on the snow was very miserable. There was no expression in his half-opened eyes, like a discarded rag doll.

What a pity.

Wutiaozhi didn't feel sad, sad or even angry, nothing.

"Master Zheng!"

The familiar voice exploded in my ears, but it seemed to be far away, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

"Clap!"

A drop.The sense of falling enveloped the five juveniles, as if countless hands grabbed his limbs, body, head... and dragged him into the bottomless abyss.

"Master Zheng! Stop hitting!"

Her snow-white hair was variegated by the mud, her pale face had several mud marks and red marks, her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then slowly closed.

Without those overly conspicuous heterochromatic pupils, the almost identical face to Gojo Satoru made Gojo Akiba suffocate, maybe it was too similar, which caused her brain to have the illusion that "Gojo Satoru was injured", and then It was overthrown in the next second.

How could Master Shenzi have such a miserable time?

Falling endlessly can be scary, but Gojoji seems to have lost all feeling, being dragged down numb and indifferent.

"What are you doing?!" Wutiao Qiuye shouted anxiously, "Master Wu will be back soon!"

Enlightenment - Enlightenment - Enlightenment -

Ni sauce...

As if Wutiaozhi had received some key words, his dull brain came to his senses. Since he had no feeling, he would not have any emotions such as fear. He broke free from those hands and swam upward.

"It hurts, Qiuye..." Wutiaozhi opened his eyes suddenly, and the figures of those children could no longer be seen in the corner of his vision, but his first reaction was to complain to Wutiao Qiuye aggrievedly.

When Wujozhi was conscious, Wujo Akiba was taking care of him. Wujozhi had never seen his mother, but to his mother, it was Qiuba, right?Tell him stories, dress him and cook for him, take care of him when he's sick.

Besides Gojo Satoru, Akiba is the person Gojozhi relies on the most!

It's so cold and hurts.

"I'm so cold, Qiuyewu..."

The child's eyes were red, with panic and grievance, Wutiao Qiuye breathed a sigh of relief, immediately picked him up and ran into the house.

"Master Zhi, let's take a bath first, shall we? Master Wu will be back soon, we can't let him see you like this." Without giving Wutiao Zhi a chance to refuse, he immediately asked him to take off his muddy wet clothes.

Feeling itchy and sour, Wutiaozhi reached out to Wutiao Qiuye: "Qiuye, hug me..."

If the grievance of being bullied is 10, the grievance will become 100 when seeing someone close to you.

Although those children beat him up, they did it with discretion. They didn't hit his face, leave no marks, or hurt his bones. They just fell into the snowdrift, feeling wronged and cold.

"Autumn leaves..."

"Be good, let's take a bath and we'll warm up soon, okay?" Wutiao Qiuye coaxed him softly.

Wutiaozhi suddenly didn't want to cry so much.

He looked at the five autumn leaves, and the five autumn leaves were busy bathing and shampooing him, telling him to sit in the bathtub obediently, and then hurried out to find clothes.

Wutiao sat up dumbfoundedly, then got up and took a towel to dry his wet body.

"Master Zhi is so good!" Wutiao Qiuye came back with his clothes in his arms, and found that he had tidied himself up, so he patted his head rewardingly, and praised, "What a good boy~"

Wutiaozhi showed her a small smile, softly: "Qiuye, hug!"

Five autumn leaves leaned over and hugged him.

Then he said softly to him: "Master Zhi, you can't tell Master Wu what happened today, do you understand?" Adults have the possibility of being caught in the middle.

And the weak are dominated by the strong, isn't this a matter of course?

Young Master Zhi is too weak, this is the original sin of being born into a family of conjurers.

"Master Wu will be worried." She looked at Wutiaozhi lovingly, the weak young master Zhi should not have been born in Wutiao's family.If he was born in an ordinary family, such a cute young master would be loved by all (ordinary) people.

"Yeah!" Wujo Zhi nodded vigorously, "I'm a good boy, and I will listen to Akiba."

He has very little, so what he has must be carefully guarded.

"Ni sauce!"

With a soft voice, he slammed into his arms at the same speed as a cannonball, and his chubby hands skillfully wrapped around his neck. Gojo Satoru immediately met a pair of crescent-shaped eyes full of joy.

"Ni-chan, you have worked hard at school~"

Gojo Satoru made a sullen face, and nodded slightly with a sense of burden: "It's okay!"

Wutiao Zhi buried his head in Wutiao Wu's neck, and rubbed it together: "Ni Jiang, I miss you so much~" The soft and waxy voice of the little milk was a little dull, like the whimper of a small animal.

Wutiao Qiuye's heart didn't know what was going on, but suddenly raised it.

"Zhi-chan, you are so clingy!" Gojo Satoru muttered, "I'm just going to school." Gojo Satoru didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, Gojo Satoru really liked to act like a baby.

Soft little rice cakes, delicate and sticky.

Wutiao Qiuye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru was born with six eyes and was forced to receive a lot of information. Under the guidance of the Patriarch and elders, Gojo Satoru gave priority to processing information related to spell power and spells.

The child's spell power is not strong, and she doesn't use spells or spell power from beginning to end, and there are five autumn leaves, and her spell power is filthy all over the yard.

It wasn't the first time for those children to come to the small courtyard, and no trace of spell power would be left behind. No matter how powerful Wujo Wu was, he was just a child who was about to turn five years old.

As long as Wujozhi didn't say he was being bullied, Wujo Wu wouldn't be able to discover the problem.

"Ni-chan," Wujou Zhi raised his head that had become as fried as his elder brother due to rubbing, and said loudly while touching Wujou's face, "I like Ni-chan the most!"

"..." Wujo Wu's cool face couldn't hold back any longer, and the tips of his ears turned red, "The meat is so numb!"

"Where's Ni-chan? Does Ni-chan like me the most?"

Gojo Satoru blushed and turned his head away: "Whispering!"

Wutiao Zhi didn't let him go: "Does Ni-chan like me the most?" It's like a repeating machine becoming a master.

Gojo Satoru was so entangled that he couldn't help it: "I, I also like Zhichan the most." Although Gojo Satoru is still very young, Gojo Satoru's cool brother has a heavy burden.

Wutiaozhi immediately showed a happy smile, and gave him a loud "boo" on his face.

"Ni-chan, I will always, always--I like Ni-chan the most!"

The same goes for Ni Jiang, always, always, always—I like me the most!

"Understood! Zhichan, are you a repeater?!"

Wujo Zhi stood on tiptoe and pressed his face against Wujo Satoru's.

The child's face is very soft, like Xue Mei Niang, which is filled with butter, soft but elastic.The soft face was rubbed back and forth, as if the flexible skin was wrapped in cream and kneaded into various shapes.

Gojo Satoru could feel that tonight Gojo Satoru had become a little more clingy, but Gojo Satoru, who had a heavy filter, didn't notice anything wrong.

Zhi-chan likes me a little more today!O Doudou loves me too much, what should I do?so annoying~

Gojo Satoru's good mood lasted until he was awakened by the heat in the middle of the night.

Wutiaozhi has a fever.

In the middle of the night, he was suddenly woken up by the heat, and it was still hot after kicking off the quilt, so Gojo Satoru felt that something was wrong.

"Zhijiang?" There is a big heat source beside him, so it's no wonder it's cold.

"Child sauce, wake up."

Wujo Zhi was pushed awake, and opened his eyes in a daze: "Ni Jiang, it's so cold." He tried to shrink into Gojo Wu's arms to keep warm, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Gojo Satoru's face changed drastically: "Gojo Akiba! Call the doctor quickly! Zhichan has a fever!"

Maybe it's because the twins really have telepathy. Every time Wujozhi feels uncomfortable in the middle of the night, Gojo Satoru will wake up by a strange coincidence.

Gojo Satoru is the son of the god of the Gojo family. Even if he yawns, he will be concerned about whether he is tired or not.

But Wujozhi, who has no talent, is like a transparent person in Wujo's house. Gojo Satoru doesn't want to be separated from his younger brother.

People who are not magicians are not humans. If Wutiao Zhi lived alone, no one would care if he couldn't get out of bed the next day because of a fever and starved to death in the room for two or three days.

It is not the first time that Wujo Zhi gets sick in the middle of the night. His physical fitness is worse than that of ordinary children, and he will get sick every three to five days. Wutiao Qiuye, who is in charge of taking care of the twins, and Wutiao Linmu, the doctor who is specially equipped for Wujo Wu, have become accustomed to it. .

Wujo Wu is the only one who is in chaos.

"Master, I have already tidied up the room. You go to rest, I will take care of Young Master Zhi." Gojo Satoru is the existence that the entire family protects, and Gojo Satoru's rest is more important than Gojo Zhi who has a fever.

Wujo was sick, and this room already had pathogens. Wujo Qiuye was afraid that Wujo Wu would be infected, so he cleaned up the room next door as quickly as possible.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Wu Tiaozhi's face was flushed abnormally, and his urgent and hot breathing brought the temperature of the whole small room, but his hands under the blanket were cold.

Gojo Satoru squeezed his hand tightly.If I had known, he shouldn't have played with Zhichan in the snow for such a long time.

Wutiao Qiuye persuaded softly: "Master, young master will be very sad when he wakes up and finds out that you haven't slept all night."

Gojo Satoru remained motionless.

Wutiao Qiuye said again: "If you are infected, the young master will cry out of guilt."

Hesitation appeared on Gojo Satoru's face.

"I've taken care of Young Master Zhi since he was a little older. I love Young Master Zhi deeply just like you, and I won't let him have any accidents."

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, looked up into Gojo Akiba's eyes, and said seriously: "Zhichan is my most important person, you have to take good care of him!"

Zhijiang is the most important thing, you must take good care of him.This is an order, not a request.

Although the other party is only a child under the age of five, Wutiao Qiuye has a feeling that his soul can be seen through those eyes that seem to see through everything.

As expected of the Son of God!The eyes are so sharp!Gojo Akiba, who has a [-]-meter-thick filter for Shenzi, can always understand Gojo Satoru's meaning according to her own set of flattery.

Gojo Akiba assured him: "I will take good care of Young Master Zhi."

Gojo Satoru then let go of his hand and stood up.

Gojo Akiba breathed a sigh of relief, and got up quickly, but Gojo Satoru said, "I'll sleep, you just stay here and take care of Zhichan."

For some reason, Wutiao Qiuye's heart skipped a beat.

But Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, opened the door and went out.

Wutiao Qiuye relaxed, replaced the towel on Wutiaozhi's forehead with a cold one, checked the time was about the same, and tiptoed up.

He opened the door and went out, closed the door smoothly, then walked lightly to another door, and carefully opened the door a gap.

Gojo Satoru was already asleep, and children all had cute round faces, and Gojo Satoru was no exception.While he was sleeping soundly, his unruly self-willed body restrained, his whole body softened, his long eyelashes drooped under his eyes, half of his face was buried in the quilt, his face was rosy from the heat, and he had an obedient and soft sleeping face. More heart-pleasing than angels.

Ah, this is the future of the Gojo family, the one who leads the Gojo family to new heights—God Son!

Wutiao Qiuye walked in lightly, pressed the quilt more neatly, stared at him with adoring eyes for a while, and then reluctantly got up and left.

"Da." Even with great care, the paper sliding door made a slight knocking sound when it closed.

A pair of blue eyes opened in the darkness.

Gojo Akiba Gojo's family is one of the few people who don't think about letting Gojoji die.After Wutiaozhi was born, she took care of her.

Until now, I have never abused Wutiaozhi, I will play with Wutiaozhi, teach him how to read, put him to sleep and tell him stories...

It's not that she hates Wutiaozhi, she just doesn't like Wutiaozhi that much.Taking care of Wutiao Zhi, she has no complaints, and she can be considered gentle, but she has no love.

This is also the reason Gojo Goto has been able to tolerate her.

——The huge Gojo family couldn't find a more suitable candidate than her.