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

This left Huai Liang with no way to refute.

The other person did have a pair of particularly beautiful cobalt blue eyes. When there was no expression on their faces, they looked like inorganic, high-purity blue diamonds.

But at this moment, it was more like a clear lake, with soft ripples in his eyes as he looked at her.

Walking through the crowded crowd, Gojo Satoru stole a glance at the gentian pattern on Huailiang's yukata, and felt his fingertips begin to itch again.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly reached out and held the other person's fingers hanging by his side, interlocking their fingers tightly.

After a pause, he explained in a veiled way: "There are too many people."

"Follow me, don't get lost."

Rather than holding hands, it was more like wearing a pair of tight shackles, holding her tightly and preventing her from moving.

Huai Liang could sense some of the young Mu Ai's thoughts. After all, he was young, and Gojo Satoru had not yet developed the thick skin he had in the previous two rounds, so he was always a little shy.

She followed his wishes and let him hold her hand as they strolled past the dazzling array of stalls on both sides.

Finally, they stopped at a stall selling neon traditional masks.

"I've heard you mention masks before, but you've never experienced one?"

Gojo Satoru picked out a cat mask with a white background and red outlines from a sea of ​​colorful masks, and quickly tied the red rope behind his head.

He tilted his head, and the red tassels on both sides of the mask swayed: "How is it? Does it look good?"

"This way, no one will stare at me all the time. Just now, I heard someone talking about whether I was a foreigner. Ugh, how rude."

A familiar and absurd feeling filled Huailiang's mind. This guy seemed to have a real liking for the 'cat' element.

Silver hair, blue eyes and so on...it certainly doesn't look like East Asian.

"Ryo, pick one too."

Gojo Satoru excitedly picked up one mask after another and put them on Huailiang's face, all of them were in the image of cats.

He had long been annoyed by the vague gazes cast at her face, and he should have worn a mask to cover it up.

Huailiang did not choose the same cat mask as Gojo Satoru. Instead, he picked up a black and reddish Prajna mask from the corner of the stall and put it on his face. Two horns grew on his forehead.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to like such a fierce mask, Ryo."

Gojo Satoru looked at Huailiang, and after comparing the two, he felt that his cat mask was a bit childish and not mature enough.

I wanted to change to the same one as the other person, but was stopped.

"Just wear your favorite cat mask, Wu-kun. It suits you very well."

Hearing the praise, Gojo Satoru first raised his chin reflexively, and then hesitated and said: "But Prajna is not suitable for you either."

"The Hannya-men demon girl originated from Neon's belief in snakes. She is a stage of the snake girl's transformation... She is the embodiment of jealousy."

"It's okay, I just think it looks nice."

Since Huailiang had made the decision, Gojo Satoru didn't ask any more questions. After paying the money, he took Huailiang's hand and continued to stroll around.

Huai Liang judged the passage of time by the changes in the sky and the discussions of passers-by. She did not dare to take out her phone from her handbag too often to check the time.

She never underestimated the insight of the Six Eyes and could not reveal any flaws.

About half an hour later, she said she was a little tired and pounded her sore calves.

She stopped in front of a handicraft grocery stall and instructed Gojo Satoru to buy some for her.

Sweets were Gojo Satoru's favorite. Seeing his fiancée looking so exhausted and needing to rest, his heart softened.

He estimated that the stall he just passed was only about 300 meters away from here, and said, "Then you wait here for me to come back, don't run around."

"Be careful and stay where you are."

"Okay, okay, got it, just go and come back soon."

The young man's tall and slender figure quickly disappeared in the crowded crowd.

Huai Liang didn't want to take the opportunity to escape. After all, the distance was so short that he couldn't run far, and he would easily be detected by the six eyes with 360-degree visibility.

Moreover, since Gojo Satoru dared to leave, there must be a Gojo family magician around to protect his safety in secret. What she wanted to do...

Just see if you can figure out their position and level.

Thinking of this, she pretended to be attracted by the hustle and bustle of the goldfish stall diagonally opposite, and walked out while looking around inconspicuously.

Unexpectedly, after just two steps, I bumped into someone head-on.

Her mask was not tied with a rope, but with adhesive straps. When someone touched it, the mask fell to the ground instantly.

Just as he bent down to pick up the Prajna mask, another slender and powerful hand grabbed the mask and handed it to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The young man's clear voice sounded slowly, like the gurgling of a spring, dissipating some of the summer heat.

He was wearing a black fox mask with gold inlays, but she had seen those narrow, upturned crimson purple eyes countless times and would never mistake them.

——It’s Geto Suguru.

Huai Liang took the mask, nodded coldly, said thank you vaguely, and immediately turned around and walked back to the mask stall.

I don't want to have any more disputes with the other party.

The girl's hair was tied up loosely, her fair face revealed a sense of loose laziness, and her silver-gray eyes were as hazy as the moonlight, making it difficult to see clearly.

Xia Youjie only felt that his heart was pounding like a deer, and even his eardrums made rapid muffled sounds.

Being young at the time, he had no experience in dealing with such sudden outbursts of intense emotion.

But his body had already surpassed his consciousness, reacted first, and chased after him.

"Um, um, I'm sorry... My name is Geto Suguru, what's your name?"

"I'm so sorry that you knocked off your mask. Are you here alone? Do you want me to buy you a new one? Or do you want something else? Fruit shaved ice?"

Huai Liang lowered his eyes and heard the boy's stuttering questions again and again.

She thought that when people are nervous, they will become very busy.

"I said--"

Huai Liang was very annoyed by the noise, his silver-grey eyes were filled with impatience, "Why don't you just change your name to 'One Hundred Thousand Whys'?"

Realizing that he seemed to be disliked, Xia Youjie became more and more at a loss, and the sudden surprise of the explosion turned into loss.

The other person's face had a strong attraction to him. He had to use a lot of effort to force himself not to stare at the other person's face, which was a very impolite behavior.

He didn't know why he seemed to have lost his mind and behaved in a way that was totally out of character.

Is this the magic of love at first sight?

"I just felt like I've seen you somewhere."