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

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything. His eyelids drooped, and he looked like he was drunk and about to fall asleep.

If you don’t refuse, that means you agree.

Huailiang knew very well that Gojo Satoru was not drunk. He was just pretending to be unconscious as he was possessed by the reversal technique, and wanted to see what she was going to do.

Of course she would not hurt him, but she originally wanted to try to see if she could dilute the explicit memory located in the frontal lobe and hippocampus of the brain, as well as the "emotion-related memory" in the amygdala area.

But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Putting aside the complex structure of the human brain, if you act rashly, you are likely to cause harm to the other person and turn him or her into a comatose vegetative state like Tsu Miki.

Even if it succeeds, Gojo Satoru has already determined that she is related to the person in the dream, and there have been past "missing person incidents" that have left traces in the world of sorcery.

It's not like she will just run away after completing this deal. She has to maintain a close cooperative relationship with the Gojo family as Gojo Satoru's fiancée. No matter how you look at it, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Huai Liang stretched out her fingers, and strands of white and thin spiritual threads continued to spread out from her fingertips. She had no intention of avoiding Gojo Satoru.

I explained softly, "This is one of my abilities. It is a manifestation of my spiritual power. It can enter your 'spiritual realm' to provide spiritual comfort. It may help with your 'drunk' state."

After a pause, she lowered her voice, "It won't hurt, don't resist."

She had to go and see for herself whether the other party's spiritual realm would change after comprehending the realm of spells.

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

This is related. If she and Gojo Satoru fall out one day, it will give her an extra bargaining chip.

Such "inquiries" were only for the sake of looking good. Even if Gojo Satoru didn't want to, at such a close distance she could still forcefully connect the mental thread to his brain -

She has recovered 8% of her mental strength, enough to forcibly control some "Sentinels" whose mental strength is lower than hers.

There is no need to seek the other party's consent as in the past. Once resistance arises, both sides will suffer.

Therefore, she could understand why Suture first sent a real person to test her, and then after confirming that she could not be recruited, she immediately killed her and set up a trap for the greedy people in the sorcery world to encircle and suppress her.

Essentially, she and Stitch both have the ability to 'manipulate' others, just in different forms.

Huailiang closed his eyes and easily entered Gojo Satoru's spiritual realm without any hindrance.

It was still that familiar space that looked like the surface of the moon. A huge pale blue eye hung in the night sky, and after sensing her presence, it started spinning around.

With just one glance, she could see the changes here.

The last time I entered Gojo Satoru’s spiritual realm was the afternoon when I escaped from Izumo Taisha Shrine.

At that time it was just a small tree with oval leaves, but now it has grown into a towering tree.

Clusters of snow-like flowers are dotted among the outstretched branches, and from a distance they look like a large fluffy pink cloud.

From a distance, she thought they were peach blossoms, but when she looked closely, she saw that the flowers were shaped like tassels.

Just as she walked under the big tree that could be hugged by three people, a shadow passed by her eyes. The familiar "six-eyed strange cat" was holding a flower branch in its mouth and running towards her.

It seemed to have grown a little bigger, its already enlarged paws appeared even thicker, and its limbs were stronger - it was the embodiment of Gojo Satoru's spiritual body.

As soon as Huai Liang touched the head of this "strange cat", the cat began to purr comfortably.

The touch in the hand was particularly fluffy and smooth. With a thought, a strand of white spiritual thread flowed down along its smooth fur and penetrated into the center of its eyebrows.

This is her unique spiritual mark.

Just as she was about to take the flower branch from the other person's mouth, she felt a familiar dizziness and when she opened her eyes again, she was met with a pair of deep blue eyes.

However, there was no longer any frivolous drunkenness in these eyes, but they were extremely clear.

Huai Liang coughed lightly, and now he had a particularly suitable reason: "Well, it seems to be useful. You seem to be more awake in this short while."

"What did you do?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and see what his fiancée, who was full of secrets, was really planning to do, but he lost consciousness in just a split second.

——Not entirely, it just feels as if the soul is imprisoned in a smaller body.

It was a very mysterious feeling, like returning to infancy and being wrapped in fluffy clouds.

It gives people an endless feeling of softness and comfort, and they wish they would never wake up.

After a while, a chill as cold as water attacked his brain, causing him to shiver several times.

But soon, he found that everything in the world became clearer in his mind, so clear that every detail was visible.

To put it simply, his six eyes seemed to have been upgraded, and his perception of the outside world had entered a new realm.

Huailiang tilted his head: "I didn't do anything, I just helped Wujun to sort out his spirit."

After a pause, she realized that a different kind of blush had appeared on the other person's cheeks and ears - different from the state of alcohol fermentation.

"Wu-kun seems a little disappointed?"

While touching the other person's head, Huailiang casually combed the short shaved hair on the back of his head.

It feels a little prickly to the touch, which is completely different from the feel of Geto Suguru's semi-long hair.

"Still seem... a little nervous?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the face so close to him with almost obsession. Somehow, a bunch of confusing phrases came to his mind.

I can see it but cannot touch it, I can touch it but cannot eat it, I can eat it but cannot swallow it——

God is simply sadistic in making such an arrangement.

"No."

He turned his face away, subconsciously trying to maintain the dignity of a mature adult man in this regard.

tick.

It is like a drop of ink falling into clear water, creating an ink flower.

Between infinite black and white, all boundaries become unclear.

Huai Liang curled the corners of his lips and reached out to cover the other person's hand, which was tightly grasping the cashmere carpet beside him.

The knuckles, as soft as tentacles, passed through each other's fingers and interlocked.

"Do you want to do it?"

Huailiang thought about it, the good and the bad.

What you can get, and what you have to pay.

The conclusion is...why not?

Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank instantly: "Do it?"

doing what?

Huai Liang said nothing, stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed: "Forget it."

After saying this, he loosened his fingers and turned from leaning forward to sitting upright.

As soon as I stood up, I was pulled into a broad and hot chest by a great force.

The sound of the other person's rapid heartbeat, which was getting heavier and heavier, came from his chest.

A low, hoarse voice slowly sounded: "If you need to relieve your tension, I'd be happy to... serve you."

……

The rumbling thunder exploded in the sky again, like the sound of tearing cloth.

The heavy rain poured down, hitting the layers of leaves and soil, emitting a faint fishy smell.

He was very hungry all the time.

But now, the pain and anxiety that was enough to burn the stomach and cause spasms have been temporarily delayed.

—————【Author has something to say】It’s a little bit harmful————