Spell Corrosion

It's bad.

Hiroto Fujisaki sighed inwardly.

Unexpectedly, Xia Youjie failed to hold Wujo Wu, missed this opportunity, and it is estimated that it will be even more difficult to get close to Zhongya in the Central Plains in the future.

Gojo Satoru looked at him too badly, and he was with him 24 hours a day. It’s okay to use the coincidence created in this way to do it once. Even if it doesn’t succeed, at most he will be suspected of trying to split them, but if it happens again...

Before he got all the right to speak from the upper echelon of the college, it's better to stop this kind of thing in moderation.

"Teacher Wutiao was joking, I have no other meaning."

"No?" Gojo Satoru crossed his arms around Nakaya's waist, slightly retracted his chin resting on the top of Nakaya's head, and looked down at the second-year students sitting on the bench with his eyes higher than Fujisaki's. He was brisk, but his pale pupils were inorganic and cold.

Hiroto Fujisaki has been able to engage in troubles since the Heian era and is still safe and sound, regardless of his strength, but the crisis scenes he has experienced are really countless.Facing Gojo Satoru's warning eyes, Fujisaki's troubled face showed no flaws, as if those sowing dissension were really unintentional.

"But if Mr. Wujo doesn't like being mentioned those things, I will pay attention to it in the future."

It was nearly half an hour later when Yidizhi arrived, and Nakaya slapped Gojo Goto's hand clasped around his waist, and rubbed the top of his painful head after wrestling from the opponent's arms. He suspected that Yidizhi would come later , I may lose a centimeter in height under the weight of Gojo Satoru.

I don't know how old he was when he died, and whether he was still in the puberty stage.

Foreign vehicles are prohibited from entering the amusement park. Fujisaki's injury is not serious. No major organs are damaged. Both legs can walk freely. There is no serious emergency injury such as bleeding. It's just a dislocation of the elbow. And the fracture still made him break out in a cold sweat when he got up.

Yidizhi estimated his own strength, and felt that carrying Fujisaki from here to the parking lot by himself would be an impossible task at all, but the moment before he tried to speak to Gojo Satoru, Zheng Hezhong also "pressed the top of his head, would it be Gojo Satoru, who was bickering about the topic, glanced over.

Obvious refusal.

Even if he really opened his mouth, he would probably get a sentence like "He broke his arm, not his leg".

Gojo Satoru didn't like Hiroto Fujisaki, this was something that the whole school knew when Hiroto Fujisaki entered school.

Yizhizhi didn't know the specific reason, but he only knew that Gojo Satoru was asked by the principal to talk to him because of this matter.

"Damn it, the parade is already halfway through."

After seeing off Ichichi and Fujisaki, Gojo Satoru shuffled towards the square.

The colorful world surrounded by light and shadow over there is clearly separated from the quiet area they are in. With the stream separating the two areas as the boundary, it has become the poles of light and shadow. Even if you rush back at this time, you may not be able to squeeze into the crowded square. .

And those prepared snacks and drinks, probably have been cleaned up by the staff, right?

"You really want to see it?"

Zhong also felt that the quiet here made him more comfortable.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks.

No, in fact he has no interest in these.

There are no street lights in this section of the path, and the moon was blocked by black blood after the ghost incident two years ago, becoming an opaque black sealed Jedi.The lights of the parade in the distance radiated indistinctly, becoming the only light source at this moment.

"I want to watch it with Chuya."

Tourists can come to see it at any time, but Gojo Satoru has never been to it for more than 20 years.There are very few things that interest him, and his outstanding talent allows him to grow up smoothly. No matter what obstacles are in his way, he can rely on his strong strength to break through all the way.When the strength is strong enough to exceed the limit, intrigue and trickery become an insignificant seasoning in life, and it can be called a novel entertainment once in a while.

The first time Wujo Satoru had a setback that could be called a setback was during the high school period. At that time, Tian Yuan, who maintained all the barriers in the magic world, had reached the limit of physical aging, and needed to be separated from the selected astral body. Carried out assimilation, thereby resetting the physical body information to restore to the original state, so he and Xia Youjie were sent by Noctuid to protect Tian Nei Lizi, who was an astral body at that time.

That was his first failure.

Fu Heisher's blow that almost pierced his throat almost killed him, but Wujo Wujo felt neither fear nor trembling between life and death, but unprecedented excitement and joy welling up from the depths of his heart, it was simply It's fantastic.

He is probably indeed quite different from ordinary people.

There is no death without remorse for a conjurer, but Gojo Satoru is sure that when he may be about to die, he has not realized what kind of emotion the so-called remorse is.

Different from ordinary people.

It has been a full 27 years since he was born, and the willful and self-centered Wujo Gojo managed to round up his sharp edges and corners, hide those abnormalities under the good-looking skin, and maintain common sense by following the rules to a certain extent.

He originally thought that he was the only person in this world who was beyond common sense.

Until he picked up Chuya Nakahara, and learned about his short but dazzling life from Chuya Nakahara's memory.

"I want to watch it with Chuya!"

Gojo Satoru repeated it again, this time with a subtle change in tone.

The experimental product of artificial gods is an anomaly.

The personality born out of Araba's safety device is an anomaly.

The filth that even death cannot overcome is abnormal.

But this anomaly lived more like a real human being than anyone else.

"Ah, I got it, you don't need to repeat it again." Nakahara was completely unaware of the countless thoughts that flashed through Gojo Satoru's mind, and he didn't know that at a certain moment just now, what happened to the guy standing in front of him "It's an agreement in advance, just wait and see, and no strange behavior is allowed."

"Strange behavior?" Gojo Satoru went over the definition of the word "strange" in his head.

That is to say, don't make any behaviors that are different from usual and make Zhong Ye feel unexpected?

Gojo Satoru, who usually used hands, feet, cuddling and hugging, from kissing the forehead to licking fingers, thought he understood Chuya's meaning, and readily agreed.

Nakaya held Gojo Satoru's wrist.

There is still a lot of time left for the use of his supernatural ability today, maybe he won't be able to last through the whole parade, but now half of the parade has passed, it shouldn't be a big problem to survive the other half.

Gravity was eliminated, and Nakaya took Gojo Satoru to stay in the sky about 300 meters above the parade.This height should not be seen by the people below who are concentrating on the parade performance, and it should also allow them to have a panoramic view of the performance.

The colorful searchlights covered up the faint red light of the supernatural power, and the beautiful parade directly below them was a small "iceberg" man-made with glass and other materials.A few cute children who looked only in their teens were dressed as goblins with thin transparent wings on their backs, flying up and down to the melody of the music.The filaments of Wia are blocked by man-made glass crystals, and several children are holding flower baskets in their hands. The candies and petals are thrown down together. The tin foil wrapping the candies is made into ice blue, which reflects crystal light under the light. point.

Gojo Satoru brushed away the broken hair that was blown to his eyes by the night wind, and when he raised his hand, he saw the dark red light shrouding himself.

"Naka ​​also didn't let me use the spell to come up."

"That spell of yours actually takes a lot of energy to use for a long time."

Moreover, Gojo Satoru would reserve enough mana power for himself every night. From his gradually increasing sugar addiction during the day, as well as the burnout he showed from time to time, it can be inferred that this level of mana power output is enough to become his burden. .

For Chuya himself, the different ability is more equivalent to an instinct. If it were not for the current state of the soul, maintaining the different ability would not be much more difficult than breathing.

"I thought Chuuya felt that [no lower limit] was inconvenient." Gojo Satoru half-jokingly retracted the hand held by Nakaya, and Chuuya, who was in a weightless state, was taken so that he almost bumped into Gojo Satoru Shoulder.

Chuya subconsciously let go of his hand to adjust the distance between the two, but Gojo Satoru's other hand went around his waist to prevent him from avoiding it.

"For example, if I use [No Lower Limit], I have to keep a distance from Chuya."

"If you don't watch Parade, I'll send you down?"

"Huh? Who said I didn't watch it? From my point of view, You Xing and Zhong are also in sight." Gojo Satoru did not lie, but in his eyes, the grand performance below has become a reality. A background board that simply provides lighting and atmosphere is not as attractive as the people around you.

However, Gojo Satoru still had a quiet moment.

Although the silence lasted less than 10 minutes.

"Chuya, why don't you ask me about Jie?"

Gojo Satoru asked questions while waiting for Yidizhi after sending them away, but until now the other party has not mentioned his pursuit of Xia Youjie, as if it never happened before.

"That's your private business, right?"

Zhong Yuan's tone was flat, his eyes still fell on the bottom, and he didn't look back at him, which was in stark contrast to the curiosity he showed when he was playing in Journey to the Center of the Earth.

Gojo Satoru, who has always let others down, experienced for the first time how to write the word "suffocated".

The hand on the waist suddenly pushed inward, and the sides of the lower jaw were pinched by the fingertips.

Nakaya clasped Gojo Satoru's wrist that was pinching his chin, and just wanted to break free, but unexpectedly Gojo Satoru had no intention of forcibly fighting him.The man behind him took the initiative to lower his head, and he was the only one focused in his clear pupils. Those lights and night were buried in the background, without even a glimmer of light.

It smells like rosemary.

Breathing staggered, time seemed to slow down, and Chuya's pupils shrank a little, which reflected the slight arc of the man's lips and the temperature of the ice blue crystal in his pupils after melting.

Nakaya clasped Wujo Satoru's hand for a moment that was indiscernibly stiff, and the strength relaxed for a moment, but then he clenched it even harder.The way gravity works changed in vain. Gojo Satoru could only feel the strong repulsive force of the sky against him. He was still in midair at the first moment, but he was kicked to the ground by a precise kick in the abdomen the next second.

Ignoring the commotion caused by the falling objects below, Zhongyuan Zhong also froze in place, even if it was only a short breath, but the soft touch on his lips completely occupied his thoughts at the moment.

Is it because of my hesitation for less than half a second?

So... is it still there?