Curse back: Tiger Stick sister is not cute at all

Tian Yuan has run away, so there is no need to continue this meeting.

First, Gojo Satoru did not give those old guys face, and second, they had no ability to stop Gojo Satoru from going crazy again.

Finally, the old stubborn man was sure that Tianyuan had no intention of showing up again, and he decided the result.

"Those people do deserve to die, but there is a problem with the process of dealing with Gojo Satoru, so... a fine of 10 million will be imposed on Gojo Satoru."

This punishment can be said to be raised high and then dropped lightly.

For Gojo Satoru, he could pay the fine by going shopping less often.

After knowing the result, Sheng Wu nodded: "I guessed it. With Tian Yuan's old man coming forward to explain, those old guys dare not impose too severe a punishment."

"What did you do to Tengen?" Gojo Satoru asked casually.

"After killing her clone, she should be gathering a new one, so she has no time to care about you."

Ikki looked at the students who were practicing on the playground.

They had no missions today, so they gathered in the playground for physical training. Panda was the bare-handed opponent of all the students, while Zenin Maki was the weapons master.

Inujuan Ji, who usually does not participate in this activity, is also training his fighting ability.

The students are working hard to make progress.

The bystanders are trying to fish.

Gojo Satoru smiled happily: "After this incident, I probably won't go on business trips abroad for a long time."

"Do you have any fun places to recommend? Let's go shopping together. I think we have never gone shopping together before!"

"Shinjuku." Shengwubai said boredly, "You can COS there. You only need to bring the upper body, the lower half is not important."

"what?"

"I can't think of any other fun places, but I can share a food map with you."

That's all, there can't be more.

"Then can I invite Katsura Kotaro to play with us?" Gojo Satoru thought of something fun.

Gojo Satoru is very interested in this colleague, with whom he only exists verbally but has never met.

After all, he had searched for a long time but still couldn't find out who the new leader of Panxing Sect was.

Shengwu shook his head: "No, he has to wait for the next month to play."

"So what is he going to do this month? Do you want me to accompany him?"

"Catch the cat, lock up the cat, throw away the cat." Sheng Wu said lazily: "What I want to do is pick up the cat and lock it up."

The things mentioned above don’t sound like something a normal person would do.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but complain: "Xiaosheng Wu's boyfriend doesn't care about small animals at all."

"You're right. Not only does he not love small animals, he doesn't even love big animals. He particularly hates monkeys, and the cat he wants to lose is a Siberian white cat."

Gojo Satoru felt that there was something else behind Shengwu's words, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

Unable to think of anything, he simply slapped his forehead and grinned foolishly: "Ahahaha, my taste in boyfriends is so poor, hahahaha~"

Sheng Wu rolled his eyes unceremoniously.

She didn't pick them up, she just picked them up from the ground.

"But it doesn't matter. What about Nanaming? Last time, Nanaming said he wanted to apologize to Xiaoshengwu. Has he contacted you?"

Before, Kento Nanami asked for Imao's advice, and wanted to find an opportunity to let Imao go to the technical high school to "give guidance" to other students.

However, he didn't find the opportunity.

The psychological preparation was not done well to begin with, and after Gojo Satoru killed the senior leaders, the situation collapsed completely.

Kento Nanami's mind was full of how to collect evidence of the crimes of the top leaders. He had long forgotten about everything else and had no time to think.

"Ah... No, I'd better not let him contact me. I have a new husband now."

As long as the object changes quickly, there is no sadness, only love.

"Who is it?" Gojo Satoru asked subconsciously.

Ikumu thought for a moment and said, "Kusakabe, but if the three great families are included, that's another matter."

???

There were so many flaws that Gojo Satoru was completely dumbfounded.

It doesn't feel like I'm saying I like someone, but rather like I'm judging something.

Atsuya Kusakabe, the strongest first-class magician and the head teacher of the second-year class at the Kyoto Jujutsu High School.

In the future confrontation with Sukuna, he can take Sukuna's attacks head-on and become a member of the team fighting against Sukuna.

The result was that he was carried off the stage with a cross on his chest.

Gojo Satoru scratched his cheek and commented seriously: "Kusakabe is a good person, but he is older than Nana Ming, so he is not a good match for me."

I didn't expect that he actually thought about the feasibility of this matter. I wanted to laugh for a moment.

"He has a student who is the heir of the Kamo family. He has a very reliable character and is very close in age to Xiaoshengwu."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while and said, "Yuhito and Hui are also good. Junpei seems a little afraid of you... There are so many young men. There is no need for me to choose a husband from among the uncles."

At the end, Gojo Satoru lowered his voice and added: "Uncle, in a few years, there will be uncle stinking."

...This person thinks a lot.

The corners of Shengwu's lips twitched: "Gojo Satoru, you are not far from being an uncle."

If you complain about others now, when they reach a certain age, they will dislike you.

Gojo Satoru lifted his blindfold and his smile became unusually bright.

"It's okay. I probably won't live long enough to have an uncle stink~"

Many times, one has to admire the intuition of the strong.

And the mentality of a strong person.

After returning to Panxing Sect, Shengwu pulled the red-faced fang with a bald head out of the room and forcefully invited him to bask in the sun together, offering him a finger as a reward.

Of course the sunbathing was fake, she wanted to take the opportunity to see the clown.

Shengwu waxed the red-faced, fanged head, wiped it with a towel, and asked casually, "Hey, are you afraid of death?"

"I am afraid." Red-Faced Fang replied expressionlessly, "I am afraid that you will kill me now."

Compared with Gojo Satoru's calmness towards life and death, this answer is obviously a world of difference.

Shengwu picked up a wooden hammer and knocked on his head, then put the hammer down and continued to apply oil.

Red-Faced Fang held polish wax in one hand, lubricating oil in one hand, and a wooden hammer and a towel in the other two hands.

He had no intention of resisting and let Shengwu do whatever he wanted over his head.

When he said he was afraid, he was prepared to be ridiculed. However, when Shengwu started to apply the second coat of wax without saying a word, he couldn't help but reveal his true feelings.

"Do you know what death means? Your soul is trapped in your body and cannot escape. Snakes and insects crawl around you. You feel your internal organs decaying bit by bit, and finally turn into blood and water pouring out of your mouth."

"Death is painful, I don't want to go through it a second time, I just want to live."

"Even if... life isn't that interesting."

Red-Faced Fang handed over the towel and looked up at the clouds in the sky: "Long Shengwu, please give me an easy and pleasant death in the future. If not, I will come back again."