I am cursed by the strongest

"Ni-chan, I like you the most..."

"Ni Jiang, the number one in the world likes you~"

"Ni Jiang, my favorite person is Ni Jiang!"

"Ni sauce..."

Gojo Satoru hugged the quilt and rolled back and forth several times, raised his cocked head, his face was still red, and his smug expression almost made his eyebrows fly into the sky.

The world's number one cutest juvenile sauce has been added with an invincible cutie filter, the soft voice of the little milk is sweeter than honey, and the voice is coquettish with him: "Ni sauce, I like you the most!"

Gojo Satoru clutched his heart, only feeling that the world was extremely beautiful.

The promise just now came back to mind.

"Zhi-chan, we will be together forever." Gojo Satoru leaned against his forehead, his blue eyes reflected Gojo-chan's face, and said softly, "I will always love you."

Wujo stared at him blankly for a while, then raised a bright and sweet smile: "I will always be with Ni-chan, and I will always love Ni-chan the most!"

Gojo Satoru was so sure.They have never been separated, and they cannot be separated in the future.

Therefore, it is impossible for Zhijiang to leave him due to illness or something!

Neither can the Wujo family!

Gojo Satoru's eyes were shining brightly, and the bright blue pupils shone with a scorching light.When he grows up and becomes stronger, he will be able to take Zhichan to a place where they can live together forever!

Wujozhi is often sick, and Gojo Akiba and the doctor don't think Wujozhi's illness is a big problem. Children, it's normal to be sick, and you don't know when your condition will get better.

Perhaps because there was no familiar smell and body temperature around him, Wutiaozhi slept very restlessly.

"Zhi-chan, what do you want for this year's birthday present?" Getting up from the temporary room, Gojo Gojo pretended to go around and went back to their brother's room openly.

He sat carelessly on the quilt that belonged directly, and had no intention of going to school at all. Gojo Akiba was in a hurry, but she didn't dare to "tough" Gojo Satoru, so she could only take care of Gojo Zhi while hoping that the elder would hurry up Come catch people.

The elders in the family took turns to give Wujo Wu lessons. Today was the most strict and rigid third elder who was "on duty".

"I'm tired today, I need to rest!" Gojo Satoru made up his mind not to leave.

The third elder pulled his face to coax him: "Master Wu, you are the future head of the Wutiao family, for the sake of the Wutiao family—"

"Then, as the future head of the family, I will promulgate new clan rules-the Son of God does not need to attend class today!" Gojo Satoru can recite the rhetoric of the clan members backwards without any problem at all.

The third elder remained unmoved: "Then we have to wait for Master Wu to delete the word 'future', and now temporarily wrong Lord Shenzi to abide by the clan rule set by the current Patriarch that 'Shenzi must attend classes every day'."

Gojo Satoru immediately pulled his face, but even so, he still carefully controlled the strength of the hand he was holding.

"Hmm..." Maybe it was a nightmare, Wutiaozhi let out a small whimper.

Wu Tiaozhi, who had been ill for a whole night, had a very bad complexion, her frail and pale skin was flushed, whiter whiter, redder redder, dazzling and distressing.

Gojo Satoru pressed his palm against his face, and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Zhichan is not afraid~ Nichan is here. Good baby, don't be afraid~"

Only then did the third elder rest his eyes on Wutiaozhi who was shrunk into a ball for a second. Although he was rigid, he was not an idiot and did not say inappropriately, "A trash like this is not qualified to be your younger brother, Mr. Wu".

He just said: "Master Wu, although you have outstanding talents, you are not a doctor. Even if you stay here, you can't cure him. I will let the best doctor from Wutiao's family come over. You just need to study hard gone."

Gojo Satoru had a sullen face, and the extremely oppressive spell power escaped from his body.

It's really worthy of Master Wu!At such a young age, the oppressive feeling of mantra power can reach this level!At this age, this talent, only Master Wu can do it!

The third elder's heart was burning hot, and while blowing rainbow farts in his heart, he put on that inhuman and cruel expression: "Master Wu, you should go to class with me earlier. The content of the class will not be less, come earlier Go and come back sooner.”

Gojo Akiba said carefully and respectfully: "Master Wu, I will take good care of Young Master Zhi."

"Young Master Zhi, you need to take the medicine well, and you will get well soon."

Gojo Satoru was just sitting, and the ferocious mantra became more and more intense in the room.

The third elder is not a very patient person. Although it is an offense, it is obviously not enough to only "persuade" Wutiaowu.

"Boom—" the power of the powerful first-level conjurer erupted, and the whole room seemed to be creaking due to the strong magic power.

"Hmm..." The negative energy mantra made Wujou curl up uncomfortable.

"Get out!" Wujo Satoru seemed to never know how to write "showing weakness".Anger and murderous intent flashed in the blue eyes, and the light that was brighter than gems surprised the third elder, and then lost most of his momentum.

"Master Wu..." The third elder didn't seem to be angry at all, and his face was even flushed.Ah~ this is Lord Miko!This is the future of the Wujo family!It is his supreme honor to witness the birth and growth of Lord Shenzi with his own eyes!

Gojo Satoru's goosebumps were aroused by his nasty tone: "Shut up! Get out!"

In order to give Wujo Zhi another quiet room where he can rest, Wujo Satoru reluctantly went to class.

Before leaving, the third elder looked back at Wu Tiaozhi who was huddled under the quilt.

Wutiao Qiuye's heart trembled.Although he is a child without talent, he has been taken care of since he was a child. Wutiao Qiuye has some sincere love in him.

"Young master, it would be great if you had the spell." No matter how weak the spell is, once you have the spell, you can be included in the group of "conjurers".

"Get well soon. Master Wu is really worried about you." Although he didn't think it was a big problem, Gojo Akiba still patiently took care of Gojo Zhi.

Wutiaozhi took medicine and drank some rice soup in a daze, and soon fell asleep again.

The high fever of 37 degrees came and went quickly, but it dropped to 6 degrees [-] in one night, but it couldn't go down after that.

"Zhi-chan! Zhi-chan! Zhi-chan..."

A familiar voice kept ringing in his ears, but Wutiao Zhi couldn't wake up no matter what.

As long as he can remember, Wutiao Zhi and Wutiao Wu have been "depending on each other".

Wutiaozhi has never seen his mother, nor his father.His life and memory are simple, and the head can be seen at a glance.

The child doesn't know when he started to have memories, but since then, Wujozhi has only his twin brother Gojo Satoru by his side.

One room, one yard, and Gojo Satoru, this is the whole world of Gojo Zhi.

No one in the Gojo family likes him, including Akiba.

I don't hate him, but I don't like him either.

Wujo Zhi doesn't think there is anything, it's enough if Wujo Wu likes it.The small Gojo Satoru, not much older than him, is his reliance and the whole world.

In the small and dark world, only Gojo Satoru is bright and warm.

Wait, wait—where's Ni-chan? !Where is the sauce? !

A dark world with nothing, no room for two to sleep together, no yard for two to play together, not even a table for eating pudding together.

"Ni sauce..."

"Ni sauce!!!"

"Ni sauce—"

Wutiaozhi is very afraid of the dark. There is nothing in the dark world. He can pretend to be calm at first, but gradually, the fear makes his brain start to tremble.

"Ni Jiang, where are you?" Wu Tiaozhi was crying, grasping the corner of his clothes helplessly and pitifully, he was not a strong child, he had no talent, no strength, and "no" parents.All he can rely on is his twin brother Gojo Satoru.

It was Gojo Satoru who supported him to live hard.

If there is no Wujo Satoru, if there is no...

Before the endless panic was about to engulf him, the dark world finally had a different color. A young child appeared in the white light, and the faint white light was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

His world is barren and dark, but there is a special existence, a unique existence.

The boy who was only a little taller than him was wearing a dragonfly pattern kimono, his silver hair was disheveled but fluffy and soft, his body was still immature and youthful like that of a boy, but his back was straight and striding forward with unstoppable sharpness and chicness .

Like a free and unruly wind.

"Ni sauce!"

The surprise and dependence in the different-colored pupils overflowed, Wutiaozhi ran towards the other party without any hesitation, but the air in his lungs ran out and the bloody smell filled his throat, and he couldn't close the distance between them, even if it was just A little bit.

Wujo Zhi was trying to run towards him, but Wujo Wu's figure was getting closer and closer to him.

"Ni-chan, wait for me..."

Gojo Satoru just took a normal step forward, but for Gojo Zhi who had no spell power or spells, the distance between them was something Gojo Zhi couldn't close even with all his strength.

The elder brother of the twins is always strong, and he walks ahead without fear of all eyes, calm and firm, leaving only a reliable and strong background for the younger brother.

"Don't leave me here, Ni-chan, just wait for me..."

Wu Tiaozhi was crying in a panic, her broken sobs were intermittent.Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard his voice, and stopped and stood there waiting for him for a long time. Gojo Zhi stumbled and ran towards him, but the gap between them was like a natural moat.

Wujozhi worked hard for a long time, but couldn't see any traces, it was just a waste of effort.

"Ni Jiang..." Big drops of tears kept falling from the eyes, Wutiao Zhi's voice was hoarse and broken, "I can't catch up...Ni Jiang, I can't catch up with you..."

Gojo Satoru turned his head sideways, his silver hair glowed with soft light, and his bright eyes reflected the figure of Gojo Satoru, who was born to know the troubles of the world. come over."

Wutiaozhi sobbed and reached out to him: "Ni-chan, I want to go to your side...Ni-chan, don't leave me alone...Ni-chan, I like you the most..."

The five childish voices were small and thin, and when they cried pitifully, they looked like a very weak kitten, and when they whimpered and sobbed, they looked embarrassed and very cute.