[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Huailiang did not go to get the pastries. The fish in the pond had long lost their vigilance due to years of feeding.

She stretched out her hand, and rubbed her index and middle fingers over the water, making a feeding motion.

The goldfish in the water also opened and closed their mouths, moving left and right following her 'air-feeding' fingers.

She dropped her eyes and chuckled, "What fools they are."

They lose their own judgment, are satisfied with the bait 'fed' by others, and are fooled around.

If they are no longer fed, they will starve to death in the narrow space.

——This is the result of being pampered.

"There are some stupid ones, but they have been kept in such a small pond, so they are definitely not as smart as the fish in the sea."

Gojo Satoru threw the cake crumbs into the water from time to time, "I'll take you sea fishing later. I heard it's really fun."

After a while, he heard no response, so he turned his head to look at the girl next to him.

She lowered her brows and stared blankly at the goldfish swimming in the pond, as quiet as a painting of a beautiful lady.

Only then did he realize that his words were inappropriate. Wasn't Huai Liang's current situation just like that of a goldfish in a pond?

Seeing that he had touched the other person's sore spot, he was immediately annoyed, but he couldn't say an apology, so he tightened his face and tried to comfort him unskillfully: "I will never let you stay in the yard all the time in the future, just wait for me."

"Your Huai clan's life-replacing technique is really... overbearing. No one has ever successfully lifted it. It's not like restraints, which can be canceled as long as both parties agree."

Huai Liang turned her head, her silver-grey eyes filled with surprise. Such a careful explanation, and even a promise that she would not be imprisoned in the courtyard forever -

Giving her the illusion that Gojo Satoru was trying to please her.

"Got it, thank you Wu-kun."

The evening glow filtered through the shade of the trees, and irregular spots of light swept across her loose black hair and danced on the corners of her picturesque eyes and eyebrows.

Her skin is snow-white and her lips are rosy. She looks beautiful and fragile, like a nymph.

But her eyes revealed a sense of coldness, aloofness, and an indifference as if no one was around.

Such a contradictory combination made Gojo Satoru's fingertips begin to itch slightly. He couldn't help rubbing it a few times, and then he put his hand into a pool of water as a cover-up.

I reached out and stirred the cold pond water. The little goldfishes thought they had bait again and swam over with bubbles coming out of their lips.

As his fingertips brushed across the smooth touch, Gojo Satoru slowed down his breathing.

Now that’s great, even my heart is itching.

Just as he was racking his brains to think of another interesting topic to lift the dull atmosphere caused by the 'goldfish' -

His sensitive ears caught the rustling sounds coming from the outer courtyard, and the original low voices suddenly turned into moans.

Huailiang: ???

Gojo Satoru:!!!

The rising blush quickly spread from his neck to Gojo Satoru's ears. He kept a straight face and pretended to be calm and said, "What's going on?"

Huai Liang roughly heard that it was a pair of wild mandarin ducks running to the vicinity of her courtyard and having fun.

So, she spoke slowly, "This place is remote, and the people below like to come here when they do something shady. There were more of them in the early years, and I'm used to it."

Accustomed to it? Didn't that mean she had heard this unbearable sound many times?

Gojo Satoru stood up suddenly, feeling both shy and angry: "How come you don't know how to be shy!"

Huai Liang raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "I can't even step out of the yard, how can you stop them? What's more, this is my place, they have no shame, do you want me to avoid it on my own?"

Gojo Satoru had a gloomy face, not wanting to dirty his eyes. A ball of bright blue light slowly gathered at his fingertips.

With a snap of his fingers, a bolt of lightning shot out of the courtyard.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud bang and thick smoke, the ambiguous voice suddenly stopped.

Huailiang held his forehead with his hand and said: Could that pair of wild mandarin ducks be dead?

There was a huge commotion in Yaocaiyuan, and the elders of the Gojo family quickly sent people to clean up the mess.

"This... Master Gojo, the head of the family asked me to tell you that it would be better if you don't come to this Yaocaiyuan in the future."

The young man lowered his eyes respectfully and stammered to express Gojo Kazuma's intention, fearing that his own six-eyed god would be unhappy and give him a beating.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows in displeasure when he heard this: "Why, do I need permission to see someone?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

The young man lowered his head even lower and explained quickly, "The head of the family means that after you are sure you want to get married with Miss Huai and have perfectly mastered the use of the unlimited technique, then... it won't be too late."

"Even if you are obsessed, you should be sober and not forget the responsibilities on your shoulders..."

Gojo Kazuma grew up watching Gojo Satoru, so he naturally understood his arrogant character. He deliberately used some words to provoke him, and the other party did as he expected.

"I'm not obsessed with her!"

Gojo Satoru was instantly furious when his thoughts were suddenly exposed.

Although he knew that he cared about Huai Liang, he never showed any of it in front of her.

Even in his mind, it was Huai Liang who was accommodating him, even though it was obvious that she liked him more.

"I haven't decided whether to be with her or not. After all, her magic power is low and she just has a pretty face—"

Huailiang leaned against the gate of the courtyard. The wall on the other side was knocked down by the "Cang", and the messy bricks and stones collapsed to the ground, allowing him to hear the conversation between the two clearly.

The unfinished words died on his lips, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. Gojo Satoru opened his mouth to explain, but the patriarch's men were right beside him, so he couldn't speak.

The blue eyes nervously and carefully scanned the face, but did not find any sadness on it... not even a trace of dissatisfaction.

Somehow, a nameless anger slowly spread from the bottom of his heart.

She didn't care, he thought.

why?

Is she suppressing her feelings of loss like him, or does she never really care whether she will become his wife?

"Master, there is a battle practice class in the evening—"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips tightly, his expression returning to indifference: "I understand."

Huailiang also spoke at the right time, with a faint smile on his lips, as if nothing had happened: "Goodbye, Wujun."

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Gojo Satoru didn't even look at Huailiang. He tensed his back and strode out.

After returning to his own house, Gojo Satoru took the training uniform he was about to change into and threw it to the ground.

He looked at the servant beside him who dared not even breathe and ordered, "Bring a new set."

"Yes."