[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

Inexplicably, he was labeled as "strange" by the stinky boy, so he felt quite complicated, and couldn't help rolling his sleeves a little harder, pulling Wujo Wu's collar almost crooked.

"If you want me to say, you are the strange child!" She muttered angrily, "Sure enough, children of this age are troublesome, they like to pretend to be mature adults..."

Gojo Satoru frowned and interrupted her: "I didn't pretend."

"Yeah, okay, okay, I get it. You're not pretending to be an adult."

Ye Zhi replied perfunctorily, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like he believed his words.However, the annoying sleeves are finally rolled up.She fixed it on the cuff with a hairpin, thinking that she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

"It's done!" She patted Gojo Wu's sleeve and held his hand, "Hold my hand obediently. Don't get lost."

Gojo Satoru didn't blush at the beginning, but his ears were a little hot.He hurriedly withdrew his hand and shrank it into the pocket of his coat, with reluctance written all over his face.

"I'm not a child anymore, how could I get lost."

His stubborn look is cute no matter how you look at it.Shizhi pursed her lips and snickered, secretly thinking that in her eyes, he is just a child today.

No matter how much you deny it.

But she didn't say it outright - she wouldn't intentionally upset the five little boys.

She stretched out her hand to Gojo Satoru, her outstretched palm seemed to be asking for something.

"I didn't say that I was worried that you would get lost. I was just worried that I would get lost." She said it confidently, even seemed quite proud, "I'm a road idiot."

Lying openly in front of children must be a bad habit inherited from a long time ago, but he didn't feel any guilt at all.She moved her fingers, as if urging Gojo Satoru to hold her hand quickly.

"If I get lost, you won't be able to come home today—I've got the key."

This can be described as a blatant threat, and I don't know if it really intimidated Gojo Satoru, but he still reluctantly stuffed his hand into the open palm of Yeshi.

Although the heights are similar, the palms of the five little boys are a circle bigger than that.Yezhi originally thought that holding his hand would give him the impression of taking a child to the street, but now it seems that she is more like a child.

Sure enough, her hands are too small.

While Ye Zhian was thinking this, Gojo Satoru was also looking down at her hand.

Her ten fingers were slender and pale, resting lightly on his palm, her slightly cold fingertips hooked on the edge of the palm, and the ring was also icy cold.Her hands are too cold.

Gojo Satoru looked at it for a long time, and he didn't raise his head until he stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

"There's something wrong with your hands," he said. "There's a lot of filth left that hasn't completely dissipated."

And it's also stiff when making movements.Gojo Satoru noticed it in the morning, and her hands were still trembling subconsciously.She must have known this herself, but she didn't seem to care much.

"Oh... you said my left hand."

Tapping the edge of Gojo Satoru's palm with her fingertips, she said casually:

"There was an accident before, and I lost this hand for a while, but I got it back later. However, even if it is cured with the reversal technique, it still can't be restored to its original state." She smiled easily, "There is no way The wound can heal completely, can't it? But since it doesn't affect daily life, it's nothing to worry about."

"Oh……"

Gojo Satoru was a little short of words, and he didn't say anything more after that. He should take advantage of the trend to become the "comforter" in this conversation, but he didn't know how to comfort him.He didn't even realize he needed to be comforted.

He just fell silent.

On the contrary, he has been asking about small and scattered things, such as do you think reading is interesting, what do you do at home, is there a girl you like, and other boring little questions.

Except for the obvious question of "Is there a girl he likes?", everything else seemed like she was trying to spy on his childhood.

Yes, that's exactly what you're doing.

It was not often that she heard about Mr. Gojo's childhood.Likewise, she rarely mentioned her childhood to him.

She just felt that the first half of her life was exhausting—it was a childhood with unrealistic expectations, and it was not worth talking about with others.

So, what was Wujo Satoru's childhood like?Ye Zhi only remembered that he said that when he was a child, he would always be assassinated by a curse master, and his life was once fired to a high price of hundreds of millions of bounties.

But according to Wujo Satoru at the time, those guys who tried to attack him for the reward were all weak chickens.

"But there should be relatively few people who will come to attack you now, right?" Shizhi pushed his hat down, "Because you have grown into a super-frightening sorcerer that everyone fears!"

This is the truth, Gojo Satoru is really scary.However, it seemed a little scary to be able to say this sentence in such a cheerful tone.

But even though it was so easy to say, before going out, Yezhi made the five little boys put on their hats.Of course, the reasons and motives were the same as yesterday, and he didn't want others to have any bad thoughts because they noticed the difference between Gojo Satoru today.

Gojo Satoru still didn't like her deliberately softened tone - it was a tone that was completely speaking to children.He curled his lips impatiently, and said dryly: "Even if someone comes to attack me, it doesn't matter."

Yes, it doesn't matter.He told himself so in his heart.

"Because they're all trash—everyone around me is rubbish. Your strength looks rubbish to me. They're always watching me...my strength. It’s as if the iron ash in the air is attracted to me. I can’t tell whether it is the strong that attracts the weak, or the iron ash comes to me out of its own will. Therefore, people in the Gojo family need to worry about my safety, because too many cursers want to to kill me; but they need not worry about me, for I am the strongest."

He raised his eyes and looked at him, but there seemed to be nothing reflected in his clear pupils, they were as calm as a deep pool.

"So, which of the two factions do you belong to?"

"……what?"

Shizhi blinked, his expression seemed a bit dazed, and he raised an awkward smile, as if he was sorry for his distraction.

"Excuse me, what are you talking about? I accidentally stared at the bread in the window in a daze just now. But this egg tart looks really tempting, and you can tell it's delicious..." She shook it slightly Gojo Satoru's hand, "Do you want to eat?"

Gojo Satoru felt a little complicated when he did something seriously but didn't get an equally serious response.As for whether it is good and complicated or bad and complicated, he himself can't tell for a while.

In short, the expression of displeasure is unavoidable-what's the matter with thinking about eating when others are talking?

He wanted to complain a few words, but before he could speak, he yelled again.

"Ahhh, this donut looks really good too! It looks super cute!" She turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru with anticipation, "Do you want to eat it? I'll buy it for you, so don't be polite to me! "

Gojo Satoru snorted softly as if disgusted, turned his head away, but couldn't help but look towards the direction of the window, and kept chattering: "Obviously you want to eat it yourself, why are you showing it?" Looks like a wealthy adult? This is too...I want strawberry flavor."

"learn!"

Yuzhi gestured "Ok" and gave a mischievous wink, leading Gojo Satoru into the bakery.

Although this store is not far from home, this is the first time she has visited here.When I walked on the sidewalk outside the window, I could already smell the aroma of coffee and flour.Stepping into the store filled with warm orange lights, this compound mellow fragrance becomes more intense.

Yuzhi put the tray and clips padded with oil-absorbing paper into Wujo Gojo's hands firmly, and said generously: "You can buy whatever you want, I will pay for everything today."

However, just use Gojo Satoru's card to pay the bill - anyway, he doesn't care about dropping such a trivial change on the account.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru would give him a look of disdain for a rare ostentation.

"I told you not to act like a rich man."

he complained.

"Okay, okay, I see." She pushed Wujo Satoru's back and walked towards the shelf where egg tarts and donuts were placed, "Please help me get a matcha flavored one, thank you for your hard work. Seriously, Now that I have a relaxed feeling that I rarely have in the past, let’s enjoy it. It’s easy to get old if you always put on such an angry expression. I already have gray hair all over my head. His face turned into that of a little old man, that would be too ugly, wouldn't it?"

As she spoke, she tossed Gogo's hair mercilessly, messing up the hair that wasn't long at all.Fortunately, she still had a little conscience, and after a lot of ravages, she thoughtfully helped him smooth it out again.

Otherwise, the children will have a big temper.

"Just now... didn't you ask me which faction I belong to?"

Her hand rested lightly on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, the warmth of one hand penetrated through the heavy clothes, while the other hand was still slightly cold.

In fact, it's not that she didn't hear Gojo Satoru's words. Of course, she can continue the illusion of "being distracted and missed your words", but she doesn't want to do that.I played stupid just now, and it was only because I didn't know how to answer for a while.

At this moment, she was still at a loss. This was the first time she was asked such a straightforward and sharp question.

"To be honest, I don't know which faction I belong to. If I have to give an answer, I think I am the latter. I don't need to worry about you, because you are very strong. I don't seem to have worried about you... Of course, what I am talking about now is limited to the aspect of personal safety. In daily behavior, I am often worried."

She laughed.

"All along, you have been worrying about everything about me. But I don't think 'worrying' is a burden, nor do I think it's a manifestation of distrust. I just think...it's a pleasure to be worried about by you .Thank you, Wu."

Accompanied by her words, Gojo Satoru's head lowered lower and lower, almost buried in his collar.He didn't know how to answer at all, so he could only simply respond with "Yeah".

But what is the bright emotion that is about to move in his heart, why can't he realize it again?