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

The cold sweat on the back instantly soaked the shirt, and the wind blew in through the open car window, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

"Stop and turn around."

Haruto Saotome lowered her face, and gave orders to the assistant supervisor in a cold voice, the suppressed emotions made the hearts of the other two people in the car jump.

Ganluji Mitsuri observed his frightening expression, and asked cautiously, "Did something happen to Gojo-kun?"

Qingli nodded and didn't say much, she just emphasized it again in a concise manner: "Turn around and go back to Gaozhuan."

His tone was harsher this time, with an undertone of unabashed menace.

It was the first time for the Assistant Superintendent to see him like this, and he was so frightened that tears almost flowed out. He hurriedly responded, and at the same time, he quickly turned the steering wheel with his hands and made a very difficult tail-flicking U-turn on the road. The road gallops away.

After 10 minutes, the car returned to the stone ladder at Gaobeikou.

Qingli picked up the stick and put it on her belt, said to the supervisor: "Wait for me here for a while." Then she quickly opened the car door and stepped on the stairs leading to the high school without looking back.

At that time, the alarm sounded in the High School enchantment, one after another, piercing and noisy.

There are several high school staff patrolling the streets. Right now, the high school is on emergency defense, and anyone who enters will be subject to investigation.From a distance, I saw a blurry figure running quickly at the door. The staff just wanted to stop the uninvited guest, but with a wrong eye, the man disappeared like a ghost, disappeared.

The staff member rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dazzled?

I can still run into ghosts in broad daylight!

He looked around and still did not find the intruder. Although he was still puzzled in his heart, he no longer struggled, and continued to stick to his post.

On the other hand, relying on her innate intuition and extremely high reflexes, Qingli easily bypassed those patrolling workers, as if she was in no one's land.

He came all the way to the foot of Yanshan Mountain after the high school, where torii gates are located on the hillside winding up and spreading into the depths of the mountain.Feeling the filthy mantra escaping from above, Haruhi clenched the cudgel around her waist, clenched her back molars and strode up the stone ladder leading to the unknown.

A dilapidated scene of broken walls and ruins.

There was no one there, the torii gate and surrounding buildings were in ruins, the ground was cracked and there was a huge circular pit.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood rushed towards the face, and the target was a pool of dark red blood splashed on the ground, which was dazzling and shocking.

It was as if a basin of cold water was being poured over his head, instantly making Qingli feel cold all over, and his brain was also confused due to the overload of the scene in front of him.

What's going on here?

Where is Wu?

All kinds of messy syllables filled her mind, Qingli moved her lips, and walked quickly to the side of the pool of blood. There were some traces of drying on the surface, which meant that the injured person had been away for a while.

Taking a closer look, there are a few bloody footprints on its side, which become shallower and shallower as the pace progresses, until they disappear in a certain direction.

Qingli stood up with her back arched, her body swayed slightly as if she couldn't stand still, and then she walked towards the bloody footprint with heavy steps.

The enchantment center at the lowest level of the college, the Xingxing Palace.

The surroundings are deathly silent, only the sound of footsteps can be clearly heard, echoing in the empty ground.

Walking through a dark and long tunnel, the exit of the cave is brightly lit, but it seems like daylight even though it is underground.

Qingli stared blankly at a point in the void, and a female voice that was not familiar suddenly sounded in her ears.

"You're Saotome, right?"

He followed the sound and saw that in front of the entrance of another tunnel was the home of other high-level staff members, who were staring at him in astonishment, with uncertain tentativeness in his tone.

At this moment, there were two people lying on the ground beside her feet, a man and a woman, both of whom were familiar faces.

Looking at the person in front of him exuding a terrifying low pressure, Jia Ruozi asked incredulously, "How did you find this place?"

She only knew that Haruri Saotome was involved in the escort mission of the astral body, but she never thought that this person would appear in the high school or even enter the interior of the Saotome Palace beyond the layers of defense outside.

"I remember that you are a family member." Qingli struggled to pull out the corresponding name from her mind, and replied in a voice without ups and downs, "I want to find Wu, so here I come."

The dark purple eyes moved accordingly, and their eyes wandered over the two people on the ground.

"Isn't Wu here?"

""

Realizing that the other party's state is extremely wrong at the moment, he is just a step away from going crazy, and this attitude of answering the wrong question makes Jia Ruozi feel dizzy.

Gojo Satoru's boyfriend is indeed not a normal guy.

"Wujo is not here, I didn't see him when I came."

When she heard the alarm and rushed here, she first found Misato Kuroi who was dying at the gate of the Xingxing Palace, and then Xia Youjie who was seriously injured in the path.

As for Gojo Satoru, she didn't see him, and she didn't know where he went.

Maybe with the astral body somewhere else.

After getting this answer, Qingli was thoughtful, without any disappointment on her face.

"I see, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he turned to leave, but was stopped by the family behind him.

She hesitated to speak.

"Are you ok?"

Hearing this question, the black-haired boy turned his head slowly as if he was half a beat behind, and seemed to have finally digested the meaning of this sentence after a brief daze.

He twitched the corners of his lips towards Nitzi, under the calm appearance was a sinister and frightening killing intent.

"Of course, I'm fine."

The car was driving at high speed on the road, and the sparks from the ground could be seen faintly.

Based on the mentality of not needing a driver's license, the assistant supervisor frantically turned the steering wheel under the command of the young man in the back seat, and a commercial vehicle drove thrillingly like a racing car.

"just in front."

Qingli pointed to the strange building tens of meters away, motioning for the supervisor to pull over and stop.

Just at this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted in the distance, accompanied by the continuous sound of objects collapsing, everyone in the car was startled.

The supervisor shrank his neck: "What happened over there?"

Ganluji Mitsuri was also afraid, "Did something explode?"

Compared to their uneasiness, Haruto immediately knew that he was in the right place when he saw the movement.

He made up his mind and said casually, "It should be demolition."

Two people: ""

Regardless of their absurd eyes, Qingli unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car.

Before leaving, he said to the supervisor in the driver's seat: "You send senior Ganlu Temple back first, and I will contact you if I have anything to do."

"Okay, okay! Be careful too!"

The nervous auxiliary supervisor subconsciously used honorifics to the student who was more than ten years younger than himself, and drove away from the scene quickly after agreeing, not daring to stay for a moment.

Watching the car gradually go away, Haruto let out a heavy breath, and his gaze fell to the direction of the loud noise.

"Then, next—"

He casually pulled out his stick, and followed his intuition step by step to the back of the main headquarters of the Panxing Sect. The soles of his shoes made regular sounds when they stepped on the stone road, and the cracks that burst open like spider webs spread to his feet, which was no less tragic than Gaozhuan.

Not far away, Qingli stopped and looked up at the person standing there not far away as if she had been waiting for a long time.

The white-haired boy was wearing a blood-stained shirt, and his face was covered with blood stains left over from the previous battle. The opponent stood opposite him, looking at him aggressively, with an expression full of mockery and arrogance, like a real The Son of God was overlooking all living beings, and his eyes in the sky, which were not covered by sunglasses, looked even more dazzling under the sunlight.

"Enlightenment."

Facing the almost crazy gaze, Qingli softly called out the name of the person opposite.

Hearing the sound, Gojo Satoru's eyes rolled down inadvertently. He was in a very happy mood now, his brain was in a state of extreme excitement due to the surge of adrenaline, and his whole body was a little swayed.

"Qingli, you're here! I'm here specially waiting for you. Jie is still alive. I felt the magic power of the glass when I left. He must be rushing here alive and kicking."

"You know what? I'm super-high right now! Maybe this is what it's like to be drunk? Not bad."

He chattered endlessly, and didn't need anyone's answer. It seemed that he just wanted to vent out the information summed up by the high-speed operation of his brain.

Finally, Gojo Satoru looked at Haruto again, and grinned a mischievous smile.

"Qingli, are you angry?"

""

Haruto Saotome glanced at the man sitting in a pool of blood in the corner, but didn't answer his question directly.

Just asked lightly: "Is he dead?"

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "That's right! I can't die any more."

"Is that so?" Qingli sighed slightly regretfully, most of the turbulent emotions in her heart dissipated with these words, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Is your wound okay? There is a lot of blood."

As he spoke, he walked up to Gojo Satoru, stretched out his hand and tried to caress the wound on the man's body, but he was suddenly grasped by the wrist forcefully, and pulled it towards his forehead. Qingli could touch a part on the edge of his hairline. The sunken skin is a fresh scar.

"Of course I'm fine. I'm fine. Thanks to this guy, I've never been so sober."

Gojo Satoru raised his bangs with the other hand, showing off the scar on his forehead with great interest, and then he suddenly hugged the person in front of him, rubbing his furry and dirty head against the other person's neck.

"Is Qingli caring about me? I'm so happy."

Just when Qingli was still feeling the subtle weirdness of the situation of the person on her body at this time, she felt that the confinement on her body was suddenly loosened, and before he could ask anything, the next moment, that handsome and perfect face magnified in front of her. In front of my eyes, what followed was the soft touch on my lips.

Qingli's brain shut down for a moment, and only after a while did she realize what happened right now.

Just at this moment, a sharp pain interrupted his thoughts, and sweet blood flowed from the corners of his lips into the gap between his teeth, filling the entire mouth.

Qingli gasped, his teeth chattering from the pain, and when he raised his eyes, he met the smiling eyes of the culprit, and he froze for a moment.

Then he saw the person on the other side touching his face, rubbing the damaged wound of his lower lip with his fingertips as if comforting, the slight tingling sensation made Qingli frowned, and because of the forceps clamped on his chin, With a strong force, he even couldn't tell where the pain came from for a moment.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Gojo Satoru, who had succeeded in thinking, licked the blood-stained corner of his mouth, and then narrowed his eyes comfortably, like a cat that eats its marrow and knows its taste.

After a long time, he hugged his ignorant lover again with a bright smile, and rubbed against the other's soft hair intimately, his murmur mixed with a trace of imperceptible madness.

"My sunny day—it really is the best."