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

Today's young master Wutiao is still tired of the elders' nagging.

Every day, he is either restricted from going out or from eating sweets, and he keeps nagging in his ears about his responsibilities as Liuyanzi of the Wutiao family, which is really annoying.

When he grows up, he must leave here far away, and run to a place where they can no longer control him.

He found a maid from the head, Gojo Satoru was wearing a kimono with a dragonfly pattern, and walked around to a remote courtyard in the mansion. He wanted to be alone for a while, but he suddenly noticed this There is an unexpected guest today in a place where few people have ever set foot.

A strange figure sat leisurely on the wall by the courtyard. The other person was dressed in casual clothes like pajamas. His long black hair was scattered behind his head, floating gently with the wind.

As if aware of his gaze, the man turned his head and looked straight at him. The moment he saw him, his previously calm purple eyes were filled with a smile.

"Yeah, hello."

Gojo Satoru stared at him expressionlessly, and he had already made Cang's move. He had seen this kind of person who invaded Gojo's family and wanted to assassinate him many times.

It's just a trick of miscellaneous fish.

Even if he is not very proficient in grasping Cang, he is more than enough to deal with the person in front of him.

"How did you enter the enchantment?"

"Yeah, how did I get in? I don't know either."

The young man tilted his head and thought in distress for a few seconds, then looked at him with a gentle smile on his face.

"I appeared here as soon as I opened my eyes. I think I may be a ghost. You are the first person who can see me."

Gojo Satoru frowned and remained silent, not believing what he said.

It happened that the panic-stricken maid rushed over from the other end of the corridor at this time, and she was relieved when she found Gojo Satoru. Although she knew that there would be no problem with the Gojo Satoru within the barrier of Gojo's house, she was not afraid of going to the Wujo House. Just in case, if the servant made any mistake due to the servant's dereliction of duty, no one would be able to bear the responsibility.

Gojo Satoru——is the existence that the Gojo family worships as a god, and it is impossible to be too careful to protect the Son of God before he fully grows up.

"Master Wu, it's great that you're here, the tea is ready, what are you looking at?"

Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at the maid who was following him. The other party's gaze fell on him all the time, as if he didn't notice that there was an extra person here.

"Can't you see?"

He didn't say what it was, he just wanted to confirm whether the maid really couldn't see this guy, and the answer was obvious.

There was a little confusion in the maid's expression, but she immediately understood after a few seconds of pause.

"Master Wu's eyes are different from ours, so he can see things that ordinary people can't see."

""

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru frowned again, but he didn't ask the other party too much, and dismissed the topic lightly.

And a certain black-haired young man who was watching the excitement floated down from the wall with a smile, and whispered in his ear: "Look, I'm not wrong, only you can see me."

Ignoring the sly eyes of the ghost around him, Gojo Satoshi maintained a calm face, not revealing anything wrong.

He raised his chin and said to his maid, "Let's go."

All the way to the direction of the Japanese room, the left rear is the maid who follows step by step, and the right rear is the strange young man who is haunting him. Even if the other party is half-floating, it is still doubtful whether he is really a ghost.

"Six Eyes" cannot observe his existence.

Not human, not spell spirit, not even any kind of creature.

It's like it popped out of nowhere, and its own information cannot be obtained. Could it be that it is really a so-called ghost?

Of course he didn't believe that.

It's impossible for my eyes to go wrong, so it can only be this guy's problem.

Gojo Satoru kept his face sullen and didn't speak, his whole body exuded an aura of displeasure. The maid didn't understand why the young master was unhappy again, but she was quite used to his moodiness.

After serving refreshments and hot tea, the maid tactfully exited the room and closed the shoji door, leaving Gojo Satoru sitting inside alone, eating and watching TV.

But the person concerned was not in that mood at all, he couldn't eat food while being watched by a stranger, he gave the young man a warning look, but got a silly smile from the other party.

Although he was sure that this guy was not a curser who came to seek death, he was also reluctant to have such a thing of unknown origin follow him like a shadow.

Gojo Satoru simply put down the half-bitten red bean cake and asked coldly, "What the hell are you?"

The black-haired young man lay on the tatami with his face in his hands: "Didn't I say it, it's a ghost."

"But I can touch you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to hold the man's hanging lock of hair, released it instantly, and made a handprint on the man's face.

"—Then I should be able to kill you too."

You only need to control the spell power in your body, and you can cast a spell in an instant.

Gojo Satoru has this confidence.

Not afraid of the threat in his eyes at all, the young man's demeanor was calm and his smile didn't change at all.

"Because Enlightenment is the only connection I have with this world."

When Haruto Saotome realized that she was not in the bedroom, her first reaction was to be dazed.

The second reaction is to start observing the surrounding environment.

He was in a courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and his range of action was only one acre square, like a ground-bound spirit who couldn't go anywhere.

What's even more incredible is that he can float up, like a ghost.

Occasionally, people in kimonos passed by the courtyard, but they turned a blind eye and did not give him a look.

Only then did Qingli realize that she might have really become a so-called ghost.

It wasn't until he saw Gojo Satoru standing in front of him, who was obviously a lot smaller, that he fully understood his current situation.

——If there is no accident, he should have returned to more than ten years ago, and for some reason, he appeared precisely in the Wujo head.

As for the exact time, he doesn't know, and it doesn't matter.

But Gojo Satoru can see himself, that's enough, and it seems that he can only follow the other side.

Alas, the young Satoru pretending to be steady is very cute, and the way he threatens others is also very cute, making people want to play tricks on him.

"It's so hard for someone to see me, but I'm in danger of dying at any time. I'm really pitiful."

"Anyway, even if you leave me alone, I will disappear. Do you have to send me away in advance?"

Skillfully selling miserably, Qingli wiped the few tears forcefully squeezed from the corners of her eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

This expressive performance made Gojo Gojo's expression ugly as if he had swallowed a fly alive. His tightly pursed mouth twitched, and after a battle between heaven and man in his heart, he finally put down his hand that could output spell power at any time, deeply Taking a breath, he picked up the half-eaten red bean cake on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, ignoring him.

Then he felt the young man beside him stretch out his finger and poke his face swollen from eating.

Gojo Satoru: ""

The strings that had been in his head for a long time snapped, Gojo Gojo couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to rush forward to pull the opponent's hair, but he was easily clasped with both hands and held in his arms, facing the hairy head. Start kneading randomly.

"Oh, oh, why are you so angry? Xiao Wu is so cute."

The plan was successful, and after masturbating in one breath, he found that the child in his arms was stiff and did not move, not even struggling. Trembling I don't know if it's anger or annoyance.

"Let, let go of me! Believe it or not, I bombarded you with blue!"

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice aggrievedly and said harsh words. The experience of being quickly suppressed made him extremely embarrassed, and his eyes were red with anger.

Damn it, it was he who underestimated the other party, how could it be an ordinary person with such smooth and smooth tricks.

I can use spells to attack the opponent, but I can't do anything if I restrain my hands and feet. Even if I call for someone, no one will see him, maybe even touch him

No, there is nothing to do.

"Oh, I see, don't be angry."

Qingli didn't expect Gojo Satoru to blow his hair when he touched it, so he hurriedly let go of the child. He obviously had such a shameless appearance when he grew up, but why was he so shy when he was a child, and he didn't like to be teased at all.

Seeing that he was standing stiffly on the spot with his head bowed and not saying a word, nor was he looking for an opportunity to retaliate, Qingli bent down to look up at his expression, and tentatively spoke again.

"Are you really angry?"

pat.

It was the sound of tears dripping.

Feeling the moist touch on her face, Qingli froze in place, her brain froze for two seconds before realizing what happened just now.

Gojo Satoru——I was actually made to cry by myself!

"I don't seem to be too much, why are you crying?"

Qingli touched his face and asked him to raise his head. A frowning and crying face appeared in front of his eyes. The round blue eyes were full of tears, and they fell down with the blinking movements, which made people feel alive. pity.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, can I apologize to you, I'm sorry I shouldn't do anything to you."

It doesn't matter so much, let the person be coaxed first, Qingli immediately wiped the tears with the cuff of the person, but the cloth soaked the person and did not stop, he really had no choice but to reflexively put the person back Press it in your arms to comfort, let it fall on your shoulders.

Who knew that Gojo Satoru, whose face was thicker than the city wall when he grew up, was once a kid who could make himself cry in anger. Was it because he was too young?

On the other hand, realizing that he was crying for nothing, Gojo Satoru's already surging emotions became more and more agitated, and he cried even harder for a while.

But no one else saw it right now, only a guy who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost was in the room. Seeing that the other party didn't laugh at him because of this, Gojo Satoru simply let his tear ducts go and cried happily.

What's more, the man in front of him was very relieved by his frantic comfort because he was crying, and he had found a way to deal with this guy.

Wutiao Wu's heart was secretly refreshed, but on the surface his mouth was puckered, and his nose and tears were quietly rubbed on his clothes, while complaining with choked lips.

"Liar, what do you say that I am your only connection with this world, and you still treat me like this, it's annoying you to death."

"Well, it's my fault."

"The old men in the family dare not treat me like this. I hate you."

"Oh, yes yes."

As if he had thought of something, the other party's hand patting his back stopped and let go without warning.

Wujo Wu was stunned for a moment, thinking of what he said earlier to make people let go of him, he blushed, and regardless of the inconsistency between his words and deeds, he grabbed the young man's clothes tightly and said viciously: "Do I agree with you letting go? You It’s too much to bully me like this and not hug me.”

Haruhi: ""

You are really hard to serve.

Qingli had no choice but to put her hand back on his back without any complaints, and hugged him, and the boy finally let out a satisfied hum.

"The guy who is full of lies and dare not even say his name, it's lucky that you met me, and someone else would have killed you long ago."

"Oh-oh, yes, I thank you."

"It's so perfunctory. How can you be so perfunctory?"

Gojo Satoru put his ear on his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat coming from his chest, he slandered in his heart how the ghost could have a heartbeat, it's better not to tell such a lie that can be broken at a poke.

Thinking of this, an unexplained drowsiness swept through his brain, making Gojo Satoru start to feel sleepy for no reason.Gradually, he stopped his voice, his eyelids drooped after persisting for a long time, and he just fell asleep in front of the person.

The weight of the child on his body was actually fine, Haruto didn't mind it at first, and it was only after a long time when he heard the sound of steady breathing that he realized that Gojo Satoru had fallen asleep.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the child with tears, he felt amused in his heart, so he lay down slowly with light movements, and the little ball huddled beside him looked very cute.

Qingli smiled silently, and then closed her eyes, her consciousness immediately fell into a trance.

dark.

When he opened his eyes again, the people around him had changed a long time ago, from a child of a few years old to an older child in his twenties in the blink of an eye.

Qingli lay on the familiar bed in a trance for a moment, realizing that he was back, and the wet touch on the sleeve showed that everything before was not a dream, and he really went back to the past.

"Oh, welcome back. Have you seen me when I was a child, isn't it very cute!"

The moment Haruna appeared, Gojo Satoru woke up and hugged him passionately, but he felt the wet cloth next to his collar, and he let out a suspicious sound.

"Ah, here." Qingli came back to her senses a little too late, and pointed to that place, "It's the tears you wiped on it when you were a child, and there may be snot in your nose."

Hearing the words, Gojo Satoru immediately put on a disgusted expression: "Hey, it's so disgusting-take it off quickly, take it off, take it off!"

"You were still praising yourself for being cute just now."

"It's different, and why is he still crying, it's so embarrassing!"

Haruto hesitated to speak, but she was embarrassed to say that it might be because of her own reasons, so she could only change the subject after taking off her shirt, telling her own experience and exchanging information with Gojo Satoru along the way.

"You mean, the past me and the present me exchanged time and space, so you spent a day with the me when I was a child?"

"Yeah, it's like this. I've been working hard with the kid for a day. I need a comforting kiss."

Selectively ignoring the words he took the opportunity to seek benefits, Qingli nodded her chin and thought for a moment.

"But I only stayed there for less than half a day."

And with his identity similar to that of a ghost, no one can see him.

"Not only time, but also the way of existence is different, it doesn't matter anymore."

Anyway, he has changed back, and it will not help to think so much.

So Qingli rolled her eyes and asked, "I'm very difficult to get along with, right?"

Seeing the person with long legs straddling him very naturally, Gojo Wudeng was a little distracted, and his tone became ecstatic.

"Actually, it's okay, but I don't like to talk a little bit, but Qingli is Qingli, no matter how she changes, she is still Qingli herself."

Regarding this, Qingli didn't say anything, just laughed softly as if being pleased, pressed her slightly callused palm against the firm chest wrapped in cloth, followed the muscle line all the way up, and finally stopped at his chest. face side.

Looking carefully at the face that was said to be childlike but almost completely faded, Qingli was thoughtful, rubbed his chin unconsciously with her fingertips, and did not follow up for a long time.

After a long time, I saw this man suddenly raised a bright smile.

"Wu, can you cry for me."

Gojo Satoru who is still looking forward to something:? ? ?

Gojo Satoru was full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

How did this person manage to destroy all the atmosphere with one sentence?

He was speechless for a long while, and directly overturned the person and pressed him on the bed, strangled the other's wrist and bent down to actively ask for a kiss as a reward.

"I haven't seen you for a day. You have awakened some strange sexual fetish. You actually want to see me cry."

After the kiss, Gojo Satoru rubbed the tip of the nose of the person under him, and then whispered in his ear.

"It's not impossible, it depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."