Spell Corrosion
Chapter 55 Ch.55
After the invitation transcended words and reverberated in his brain, Nakahara was also completely overwhelmed by Gojo Satoru's aura.
Actually... did it succeed?
Those about Gojo Satoru, everything he saw before he opened his eyes in this world is open to him without reservation, as long as he wants, he can read it as he likes.
There is no way to lie, all the truths come violently and powerfully, as if he is not flipping through them, but is pouring them into his thinking actively.
Until all the other things are squeezed out, only the three words "Wujo Wu" are left, which is overbearing and unreasonable.
Nakahara also opened his eyes, the consciousness space belonging to Gojo Satoru in front of him was different from what he had imagined.
It wasn't the old house of the Wutiao family, it wasn't the dormitory of the high school of conjuration, and it wasn't the classroom where Xia Youjie spent three years.
He had seen this place a second before he closed his eyes - it was the simple apartment where Gojo Satoru and he lived now.
"Chuya seems surprised?" Gojo Satoru stood in front of him. If the water droplets on the other party's body hadn't disappeared, Zhongyuan Zhong might really think that they didn't succeed, but failed.
"It's a bit unexpected." But fortunately, there was a distance between them, not like before...before he entered here...
Gojo Satoru chuckled, and when he reached out to poke his cheek, Chuya slapped him away reflexively.
"Chuya, you are blushing."
Someone just had to say that.
"Did you make a foul?"
hateful!It's all the fault of the curser!
From Gojo Satoru just now, I can’t help but say that part of the memory that was poured in made Zhongyuan Zhong also understand one thing. The damn script of three people’s love, hatred, love, hatred, dog blood, and dog blood is all fake, and it’s all about the one who has been frustrated by himself. Good job Ash's Curser.
If he had known that this would happen, he really shouldn't have let that scum die so quickly.
Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him who was staring at him imposingly.
Resonance is mutual, so from his perspective, the phrase "let me take a look at your soul" that Zhong Ye said was actually a decision that he didn't even realize himself.
He had already made a choice, but he still hasn't reacted yet, and is still accusing himself of fouling.
Kind of cute.
The smile on the corners of his lips couldn't be suppressed. Gojo Satoru walked close to Nakahara Nakaya who was standing in front of him. The latter raised his heels. It was a posture for retreating, but halfway through the movement, Nakahara Nakaya However, he maintained the current position and did not retreat.
"Have you discovered Chuya?" In this consciousness space where there is no lower limit and gravity does not exist, Gojo Satoru grabbed his wrist even if he was hit, and his fingertips still rubbed against the opponent's pale lips, "Would you do it for The false story is sad, isn't it because you have expectations of me?"
Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique made his fighting style more like that of a mage with an invincible shell. He doesn't practice wooden warehouses, so naturally he doesn't have thick calluses left over the years.
The feeling of the lips being pressed and rubbed by the pulp of the thumb made the blood surge up. It was weird but I had never experienced the swelling and fermenting of emotions in the bottom of my heart, which made people panic.
Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't find any words to refute at the first time.
Why was it sad?
It’s just watching, it’s like going to a movie theater to watch a movie in which the protagonist is himself. What he sees is only the process of the incident, but he doesn’t receive the inner emotions of the “self” who is the protagonist. It comes naturally while watching.
Is there anything special about that memory?
Wujo Satoru stretched out his hand to himself in memory, but he also stretched out his hand to himself in reality.
He would give himself red wine, play games with himself, and then evolve from e-sports to real-life PK, didn't that also... happen?
Sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle with the hands wrapped around the waist, the coquettish way of rubbing against his neck, regardless of the intimacy that came up.
All of these... didn't they all happen in real life?
So he couldn't use the behavior of his partner Gojo Satoru in his memory to justify himself.
Because everything is not any different from reality.
"I..." The hand holding Wujo Wu's wrist was clenched tightly, obviously there should be no concept of body in the consciousness space, but he felt his throat was dry.
It was himself who was sad, but he didn't question that he didn't lose control, and even sneered at those words after Hiroto Fujisaki provoked dissension.
I actually trusted him.
But shouldn't I trust him?
It would be an insult to everything from beginning to end if you can't even do the simplest trust.
The uninterrupted mantra every night, the sense of peace of mind that repairs the soul, and the unreserved touch of the time of attunement.
"Chuya, this is consciousness, right? It means your soul is standing in front of me, right?"
Gojo Satoru's eyes darkened, and the pale Luoxue eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.
The lips under the fingertips have changed from a light water color to a beautiful and attractive crimson. The index finger of Gojo Satoru's other hand rests on the opponent's white shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned. A corner of the collarbone was exposed.And as the five Wu index fingers pulled down gradually, the third button of the shirt that had no physical substance fell apart, and was pulled to the position of the heart, revealing the last crack that penetrated the heart.
Things seem to be going awry.
A suffocating sense of aggression filled the entire space with Gojo Satoru's movements. He seemed to have taken the worst move and sent himself directly to the opponent's domain.
"Then getting you here, from soul to body, is mine, right?"
The voice was very soft, but miraculously passed through the beating heartbeat, and got into the ears without saying a word.
should be rejected.
But the moment he opened his mouth, the hand that stopped at the corner of his mouth clasped the back of his neck backwards, and then there was a kiss that was more dizzying and unbearable than the body contact.
Not only the numbness of the lips and teeth, but also the licking between the palate and the teeth, and at the same time being washed away by the emotion of the other party under the condition of resonance.
Think it, don't run away, you are mine.
Even though he knew that it actually belonged to the other party's emotions, in this state, he was irresistibly synchronized, including those paranoid possessiveness and the madness of never letting go.
—Every conjurer is a madman.
The conclusion about the sorcerer once again proved his correctness to Zhong Yuanzhong.
He once thought that Gojo Satoru and himself would be eroded by filth in one direction, but now Zhongyuan Zhong also knows that the so-called erosion has always been two-way.
Madness will only lead to a deeper level of madness. Dirty power surges in the body, and the red lines drawn from the cracks in the heart are as gorgeous as a prairie fire, drawing a picture of madness on the fair skin.
Nakahara Chuya put his arms around Gojo Satoru's neck, and kissed back proactively.
But there is one thing...
The filth had already climbed up his cheeks, and Gojo Satoru was about to move on to the next step after receiving the response, when a low laugh belonging to Chuya Nakahara rang in his ears.
The resonance is cut off.
Returning from consciousness to reality, the scalp at the back of the head felt the pain of being pulled.
Nakahara Nakahara pulled Gojo Satoru away with his short white hair that was still wet, and his slightly red and swollen lips evoked a provocative and ambiguous smile.
"Well, maybe it's like what you said, I have feelings for you, but you have to be clear about one thing."
The deep voice became hoarse due to the surge of enthusiasm, and every syllable he spit out challenged Gojo Satoru's rationality.
"Chuya of the Central Plains will always be Chuya of the Central Plains—my own."
Actually... did it succeed?
Those about Gojo Satoru, everything he saw before he opened his eyes in this world is open to him without reservation, as long as he wants, he can read it as he likes.
There is no way to lie, all the truths come violently and powerfully, as if he is not flipping through them, but is pouring them into his thinking actively.
Until all the other things are squeezed out, only the three words "Wujo Wu" are left, which is overbearing and unreasonable.
Nakahara also opened his eyes, the consciousness space belonging to Gojo Satoru in front of him was different from what he had imagined.
It wasn't the old house of the Wutiao family, it wasn't the dormitory of the high school of conjuration, and it wasn't the classroom where Xia Youjie spent three years.
He had seen this place a second before he closed his eyes - it was the simple apartment where Gojo Satoru and he lived now.
"Chuya seems surprised?" Gojo Satoru stood in front of him. If the water droplets on the other party's body hadn't disappeared, Zhongyuan Zhong might really think that they didn't succeed, but failed.
"It's a bit unexpected." But fortunately, there was a distance between them, not like before...before he entered here...
Gojo Satoru chuckled, and when he reached out to poke his cheek, Chuya slapped him away reflexively.
"Chuya, you are blushing."
Someone just had to say that.
"Did you make a foul?"
hateful!It's all the fault of the curser!
From Gojo Satoru just now, I can’t help but say that part of the memory that was poured in made Zhongyuan Zhong also understand one thing. The damn script of three people’s love, hatred, love, hatred, dog blood, and dog blood is all fake, and it’s all about the one who has been frustrated by himself. Good job Ash's Curser.
If he had known that this would happen, he really shouldn't have let that scum die so quickly.
Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him who was staring at him imposingly.
Resonance is mutual, so from his perspective, the phrase "let me take a look at your soul" that Zhong Ye said was actually a decision that he didn't even realize himself.
He had already made a choice, but he still hasn't reacted yet, and is still accusing himself of fouling.
Kind of cute.
The smile on the corners of his lips couldn't be suppressed. Gojo Satoru walked close to Nakahara Nakaya who was standing in front of him. The latter raised his heels. It was a posture for retreating, but halfway through the movement, Nakahara Nakaya However, he maintained the current position and did not retreat.
"Have you discovered Chuya?" In this consciousness space where there is no lower limit and gravity does not exist, Gojo Satoru grabbed his wrist even if he was hit, and his fingertips still rubbed against the opponent's pale lips, "Would you do it for The false story is sad, isn't it because you have expectations of me?"
Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique made his fighting style more like that of a mage with an invincible shell. He doesn't practice wooden warehouses, so naturally he doesn't have thick calluses left over the years.
The feeling of the lips being pressed and rubbed by the pulp of the thumb made the blood surge up. It was weird but I had never experienced the swelling and fermenting of emotions in the bottom of my heart, which made people panic.
Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't find any words to refute at the first time.
Why was it sad?
It’s just watching, it’s like going to a movie theater to watch a movie in which the protagonist is himself. What he sees is only the process of the incident, but he doesn’t receive the inner emotions of the “self” who is the protagonist. It comes naturally while watching.
Is there anything special about that memory?
Wujo Satoru stretched out his hand to himself in memory, but he also stretched out his hand to himself in reality.
He would give himself red wine, play games with himself, and then evolve from e-sports to real-life PK, didn't that also... happen?
Sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle with the hands wrapped around the waist, the coquettish way of rubbing against his neck, regardless of the intimacy that came up.
All of these... didn't they all happen in real life?
So he couldn't use the behavior of his partner Gojo Satoru in his memory to justify himself.
Because everything is not any different from reality.
"I..." The hand holding Wujo Wu's wrist was clenched tightly, obviously there should be no concept of body in the consciousness space, but he felt his throat was dry.
It was himself who was sad, but he didn't question that he didn't lose control, and even sneered at those words after Hiroto Fujisaki provoked dissension.
I actually trusted him.
But shouldn't I trust him?
It would be an insult to everything from beginning to end if you can't even do the simplest trust.
The uninterrupted mantra every night, the sense of peace of mind that repairs the soul, and the unreserved touch of the time of attunement.
"Chuya, this is consciousness, right? It means your soul is standing in front of me, right?"
Gojo Satoru's eyes darkened, and the pale Luoxue eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.
The lips under the fingertips have changed from a light water color to a beautiful and attractive crimson. The index finger of Gojo Satoru's other hand rests on the opponent's white shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned. A corner of the collarbone was exposed.And as the five Wu index fingers pulled down gradually, the third button of the shirt that had no physical substance fell apart, and was pulled to the position of the heart, revealing the last crack that penetrated the heart.
Things seem to be going awry.
A suffocating sense of aggression filled the entire space with Gojo Satoru's movements. He seemed to have taken the worst move and sent himself directly to the opponent's domain.
"Then getting you here, from soul to body, is mine, right?"
The voice was very soft, but miraculously passed through the beating heartbeat, and got into the ears without saying a word.
should be rejected.
But the moment he opened his mouth, the hand that stopped at the corner of his mouth clasped the back of his neck backwards, and then there was a kiss that was more dizzying and unbearable than the body contact.
Not only the numbness of the lips and teeth, but also the licking between the palate and the teeth, and at the same time being washed away by the emotion of the other party under the condition of resonance.
Think it, don't run away, you are mine.
Even though he knew that it actually belonged to the other party's emotions, in this state, he was irresistibly synchronized, including those paranoid possessiveness and the madness of never letting go.
—Every conjurer is a madman.
The conclusion about the sorcerer once again proved his correctness to Zhong Yuanzhong.
He once thought that Gojo Satoru and himself would be eroded by filth in one direction, but now Zhongyuan Zhong also knows that the so-called erosion has always been two-way.
Madness will only lead to a deeper level of madness. Dirty power surges in the body, and the red lines drawn from the cracks in the heart are as gorgeous as a prairie fire, drawing a picture of madness on the fair skin.
Nakahara Chuya put his arms around Gojo Satoru's neck, and kissed back proactively.
But there is one thing...
The filth had already climbed up his cheeks, and Gojo Satoru was about to move on to the next step after receiving the response, when a low laugh belonging to Chuya Nakahara rang in his ears.
The resonance is cut off.
Returning from consciousness to reality, the scalp at the back of the head felt the pain of being pulled.
Nakahara Nakahara pulled Gojo Satoru away with his short white hair that was still wet, and his slightly red and swollen lips evoked a provocative and ambiguous smile.
"Well, maybe it's like what you said, I have feelings for you, but you have to be clear about one thing."
The deep voice became hoarse due to the surge of enthusiasm, and every syllable he spit out challenged Gojo Satoru's rationality.
"Chuya of the Central Plains will always be Chuya of the Central Plains—my own."
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