After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"Is it dead? Isn't this still alive and kicking?"

Gojo Satoru observed the two people in the cramped space who looked at him with dull faces, one of them was an unfamiliar face, and he didn't recognize him, so he moved his gaze to the only familiar face.

The other party's eyes were slightly distracted, staring at him with a little trance.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Huh? Why didn't you speak? Are you moved to tears? With me, the strongest, personally coming to rescue you, it is inevitable to be moved."

Hearing such unscrupulous remarks, Qingli slowly recovered from her daze, thinking that she was really deluded just now to have that illusion.

He said slowly: "...the curse spirit has been expelled?"

After finishing speaking, Qingli realized that she had asked a stupid question, and the birth domain had already been cracked, so it was impossible to survive with Wujo Wu's ability.

...even though it was the first time he saw Gojo Satoru make a move.

Simple and crude - but not obnoxious.

And Gojo Satoru's answer also confirmed his conjecture: "Besides, it's easy, I didn't expect you to be caught by this kind of miscellaneous fish. Is it because you are too weak?"

This kind of condescending tone made people angry, but what he said was not true, and Qingli had no way to refute it.

Now that the danger was relieved, the pain from the wound repeatedly opening came up like a tide, Qingli's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her voice was weak, and she didn't have the heart to deal with this person.

"That's naturally... not as good as you."

Before he finished speaking, he staggered and fell straight forward. He happened to be caught by Wu Tiaowu's eyes quickly, but accidentally touched his bleeding shoulder. He gasped again and let out a ho ho inhalation sound.

"Wow, it's so dangerous, it's a good thing I opened the unlimited, otherwise the blood on your body will rub against me."

Wujo Wujo said sarcastic remarks, and his eyes did not forget to observe the person's injury without blinking.

"Your condition is not good. You have lost a lot of blood, and you have been eroded by the curse."

"If you know, get out of the way quickly and let me go to the hospital for treatment."

Qingli was tired and in pain at the moment, and she didn't even have the thought of losing her temper. Even if she wanted to punch the person in front of her in anger, once she raised her arm, the wound would be involved, so she was honest.

He pushed the opponent angrily, but his strength was too small to help.

Gojo Satoru moaned rascally, as if seeing himself in a miserable state made him happier, it was so bad.

"Is this your attitude towards your savior? Ha, seeing how miserable you are now, I will reluctantly help you out."

"No, I can go by myself."

"Really? If I hadn't helped you, you would have fallen to the ground. Don't be brave. Isn't it normal for friends to help each other?"

"Who is your friend..."

Qingli was helpless, and didn't know what bad water was simmering in the other party's heart, but seeing that he insisted on this, she could only agree, otherwise she might not be able to hold on if she continued to delay.

In fact, it seems... I can't hold it anymore.

"No matter what, you are really difficult to serve. It is not so good to replace other talents."

"Then you can treat me as a kind-hearted man and save people to the end."

Gojo Satoru's voice was as indistinct as if it came from the bottom of the sea, as if something had blocked his ears, isolating all sounds from the outside.

"You talk a lot...it's so noisy."

At the end of his consciousness, he barely dropped a word, then closed his eyes and fell into the groggy darkness.

It was not until there was no response, and Gojo Satoru, who was still nagging, realized that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, no, or passed out.

Looking at the other party's tired face, Gojo Gojo twitched his mouth, stopped talking very interestingly, and his eyes began to wander.

Just at this moment, another boy from the Kyoto school who had been silent all this time came up cautiously and tried to speak.

"Gojo-kun, thank you for saving us, Saotome-kun

Just let me accompany you to the hospital, don't bother you. "

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru, who was just gagging and bickering with his elementary school brother, just glanced at him lightly when he heard his words, his expressionless face revealed a trace of indifference and impatience, as if he was looking at an insignificant person.

Even the words of the answer revealed a little perfunctory.

"It's too much trouble, we have medical staff here."

The senior was frightened by that look, and immediately withdrew his tentative feet back with excitement all over his body, and hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay, I understand, then he will ask Wutiao-kun!"

Why do I feel that the other party is more terrifying than during the exchange meeting!

Junior, it's not that the senior doesn't help you, the senior really tried his best!

Regardless of what the people over there thought, Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, picked up Haruto and walked out without looking sideways. He was bathed in the sun, his blood-stained shirt was terribly dirty, and the traces of curses that spread to his neck and The skin is more shocking in comparison.

"Glass, you heal him."

He placed the person firmly against the wall, and the other two students who came along with him approached.

As a medical worker, Jia Ruozi choked out the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and took the lead in squatting down to check the wounds of the people on the ground.

"This penetrating shoulder injury is quite serious. It's a good thing he can endure it until now." She looked at the silent person beside her, and pointed out, "Wu Tiao, how are you going to thank me?"

Gojo Satoru showed a displeased expression on his face: "It's too much for you to treat him and ask me to thank you." After a pause, he continued, "Okay, two Davidoffs, am I enough? "

"It's almost there."

As for the treatment with the inversion technique, Jiajin Nizi has long been familiar with the process, and pressed his hand weakly on the bleeding shoulder, and the light light slowly emerged. After a short time, that place quickly returned to normal, and the skin under the damaged cloth was intact. as ever.

"Okay, don't forget what you promised me."

"Yes, yes, you are so wordy."

Gojo Satoru sticks out his tongue, then squats down, lowers his eyes to look at the serene face of the black-haired boy, pats the other person's face with the back of his hand, and talks to himself while resting his chin.

"Really, I was bleeding heavily to save you, have you thought about how to repay me?"

After the treatment, Jiarui Nigzi glanced at him, didn't comment on the phrase "hemorrhage", just snorted, left the spot, and stood beside another male classmate.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin and pondered, and suddenly suggested: "You say I took the opportunity to make that request to him? That's it."

The two people behind recalled for a while before realizing what he was referring to, it was difficult to explain in words.

"Taking advantage of others' danger, are you still human?"

"It doesn't have to be like this, we don't care about it long ago, people in Kyoto are still watching over there."

"How can I do that? I promised to show it to you. After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

As he said that, Gojo Satoru thought of something, and looked around: "Is there a faucet here? If you can't take a picture, let him change himself on the spot and show you the head office. Last time, he changed as soon as he touched water—"

When the search failed, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders regretfully: "It's a pity, it seems that this time we can only give up."

Seeing the students from the Kyoto school who had reported the incident to the assistant supervisor over there, they beckoned to the other party to carry them into the car. After the rescue mission was over, they should also return to the high school to report.

When Qingli woke up again, he was on his way back to the high school. Except for the assistant supervisor, there were only himself and the senior in the car. After a moment of bewilderment, he lowered his head to look at the shoulder. The wound there disappeared. Where is there anything? Traces of injury.

Is it a reverse spell...

I thought that I would be sent to the hospital for a period of time to recover, but with the treatment of the reverse surgery, no matter how serious the injury or curse is, it can be cured.

"Saotome-kun, are you awake? Are you feeling alright?"

The senior sitting next to him saw him wake up and asked with concern, Haruhi nodded honestly, now she feels refreshed, exhaustion and pain are gone, she is indescribably comfortable.

I have to feel that the reversal technique is really powerful.

He smiled: "I feel fine, did the people from the Tokyo school treat me?"

"That's right, I was scared to death when you passed out. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise I would really feel guilty." Recalling the scene at that time, the senior said angrily, "By the way, when did you and Gojo Satoru get so close? gone?"

Qingli blinked inexplicably: "Am I familiar with him?"

The senior said to him with compassion: "You don't know. I want to say a few words to him after you are unconscious. The look in his eyes when he looked at me was terrifying, which was completely opposite to his attitude when he was talking to you."

Hearing this, Qingli drooped her eyes and closed her eyes: "Is that so? We've only met once or twice, not as familiar as you think."

"really?"

"real."

Seeing that the elementary school boy's tone was sincere and did not seem to be fake, the senior also put away his doubts, thinking that the quarrel between the two of them in the exchange meeting was indeed more familiar than theirs.

"I'm just afraid that he will take revenge on you because of the incident last time, but it seems that the other party doesn't take it seriously. It's true, that kind of person shouldn't care about us ordinary people."

Haruhi: "..."

Haruhi: Haha, that's hard to say.

However, he didn't bother to explain to his classmate how much grudge Wujo Satoru had. After thinking for a while, he took out the cell phone in his pocket, searched through the call records, and finally found the only unknown number without a note.

He pressed the keyboard to send a message.

Haruri: ...Thank you, Gojo-kun.

The other side also replied quickly.

Satoru: So you will thank me too.

"........."

Considering that the other party had saved her, Qingli decided not to lose her temper with him.

Besides, it's tiring to type when it's really noisy, so let's forget it.

Haruri: Say thank you to the girl who treated me for me, goodbye.

After sending this sentence, he then turned off the phone and closed his eyes to rest, ignoring what the other party sent.

He didn't talk speculatively, and he was afraid that he would be pissed off if he continued to chat.

Gojo Satoru sent a few more messages, but found no response, so he raised his brows, his expression becoming more subtle.

Sensing his expression, Xia Youjie who was sitting beside him asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru closed the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, then rushed to the front passenger seat and said to Nitzi, "Gratko, Haruto said thank you."

Jia Ruozi tilted his head: "Who is Qingli?"

"It's disgusting, it's the one you treated today."

"Oh——his name is Qingli, he's quite cute." Jia Ruozi casually lowered his head and swiped his phone, "I've already called you by name, when did you guys get so familiar?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. Isn't it the same for me and you?"

"I never fought with you, it was you and Xia You who fought at the beginning of school."

"Alas——Grandma is so cold, obviously we are close friends."

Dare I say it, she hasn't forgotten about being stabbed by the snack package and muttering that she is going to die and needs to be treated.

Glancing at the male student in the back seat through the rearview mirror, seeing the inexplicable lightness and joy on his brow, he snorted inexplicably, and then looked away.

"I don't get along with scum."