Spell Corrosion

2017年7月4日，早上8:30。

Zhong Yuan stood at the door of the next room, wondering whether to knock on the door or kick the door directly.

I don't know if it was the biological clock that he had developed, but he woke up from his sleep at six o'clock in the morning.The room with the blackout curtains drawn was dimly lit, with only the sound of the air conditioner running in silence.Hidden in the air-conditioning quilt, Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched his body and turned over. He couldn't help but recall the "dream" from last night.

It was about 15 years old as he remembered.

There are mates who have parted ways and a suicidal kid who has bandaged himself.

"Osamu Dazai."

The moment he pronounced the name, Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of the rooftop behind the door in the consciousness space for no reason.

Although it is dark and dark, it is exactly the same as the rooftop on the top floor of the PortMafia building.

So when he was 15 years old, he fell off the roof of the Hong Kong and Hei Building and fell to his death?

A person with supernatural powers controlled by gravity, and the cause of death was falling from a high altitude?

Zhong Yuan also buried his face in the quilt, refusing to accept such a stupid way of death.

It seems that devouring the eggs of ghosts and gods can repair his broken soul, and the memory will also be restored in the process of soul being repaired.

Yesterday's special spell spirit only reminded him a little bit. Although it is far away from a full recovery, at least there is a direction to struggle, and the rest is just a matter of time.

As for the cause of death...

Sure enough, I should eat some more souls to repair myself, and wait for my memory to fully recover before thinking about the real cause of my death.

It is absolutely impossible to fall to your own gravity.

Before that.

A dark red light lit up in the dimly lit room, and Zhongyuan Zhong also maintained his supernatural powers. About 5 minutes later, when the mana power left to him by Gojo Satoru last night began to be consumed rapidly, Zhongyuan Zhong also took the initiative to stop the experiment.

At an ordinary level, you can last for about 5 minutes. If you fight with all your hands and feet, you may not survive for 1 minute. How long you can last depends on the intensity of the battle and how strong your opponent is.

It's better than nothing, after all, Gojo Satoru can't be with him 24 hours a day, at least now he has some self-protection ability.

If it was yesterday's kind of magic spirit that relied purely on physical strength and didn't have weird spells, he should be able to barely handle it even if it was a special level.

Didn't Majia say that there used to be a DeathScythe who didn't need a staff at all, and could fight on his own?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had never been afraid in battle, also set the goal for the next stage, and then got up from the bed with his messy ocher hair raised by himself.

I thought that Wujowu, who is a people's teacher, should have the same work and rest time as me, but until 08:30, Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't bear it and stood at the door of Wujowu.

After being suppressed by the spell, the faint sense of hunger came, and the action of preparing to knock on the door paused for a while, and Zhong Yuanzhong also maintained this posture and turned his head to look at the stairs.

Someone went up to the third floor from the stairs at the corner, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still standing in the corridor, was naturally noticed by the boy who appeared at the stairs.

"Huh?" The young man in the high-clothes scratched his head, as if he didn't expect to meet a stranger he had never seen before. He didn't know what the young man had imagined, and then he showed a look of sudden realization, "You were caught by Wutiao Did the teacher bring it back? So Wujo teacher has come back?"

"Ah." The other party's statement seemed to be correct, and Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, "But he doesn't seem to get up yet."

"Yigu Youtai, I just transferred from another school this year, a first-year student in the Conjuration High School."

Yi Gu Youtai extended his hand to Nakahara Zhongya in a friendly manner, but the latter just shook his hand and then withdrew his hand, the indifference between the words invisibly opened the distance between the two.

"Central Plains Central."

"Well, since you're looking for Teacher Wutiao, can you tell him the headmaster to tell him to turn it on and call back? Teacher Wutiao seems to be turned off, and the principal sent me an email saying that I should take a look back at the school building."

"that's it?"

Yi Guyoutai nodded, as if he was a little embarrassed to bother the person he met for the first time like this: "Gou Juan is still downstairs waiting for me to go on a mission together, so I will trouble you."

After Zhongyuan Zhongye agreed, Yigu Youtai expressed his thanks again, and then trotted all the way downstairs, it seemed that he was in a hurry.

It wasn't until Otoko Yuta's figure completely disappeared around the corner that Nakahara Nakaya looked away.

Gojo Satoru's room was pitch black, but fortunately, the layout of the room was exactly the same as the one Nakaya lived in, and Nakaya saw Gojo Satoru sleeping soundly under the quilt at a glance.

Opening the curtains, the morning sun was still not too dazzling, Nakahara opened the window and turned off the air conditioner, then walked to the bedside and prepared to take Wujou's pillow away to forcefully wake him up.

However, the movement of his hands stopped after his eyes touched the black and blue under Wujo Wu's eyes.

The mantra power that kept him sleeping soundly all night is still partly left in his body, and it has not completely dissipated after nearly twelve hours.

[-]%?[-]%?Or...all of them?

"Chuya didn't kick me out of bed violently." The man with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep had a lazy voice, his pale blue eyes were so blue that they were almost transparent after refracting into the sunlight, the corners of his lips were raised, and the five-pointed enlightenment Sit up and sit up, "How did you sleep last night?"

It's fine if Gojo Satoru doesn't mention it, but when he mentions Zhongyuan Zhong, he will think of the inexplicable goodnight kiss yesterday.

But everything happened, Gojo Satoru looked like he didn't care about yesterday's good night kiss at all, wouldn't it seem that he cared if he jumped his feet?

Pretending not to hear Gojo Gojo's question, Nakahara Nakahara also got down to business: "A man named Otoko Yuta came to you just now and said that the principal asked you to turn on the phone and call back."

"Have you seen Yuta?" Gojo Gojo lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and Nakahara Nakahara, who was standing beside his bed, also took two steps back, "Aren't you hungry?" Taking a closer look at Chuya's state, "Look Come on, my spell power is still very useful."

"So the one on Yigu Youtai is indeed a curse spirit?"

"Yeah, Yuta is the fifth special class in the magic world. It's just a special class cursed person, and the one on him is a special class curse, super powerful."

Zhongyuan Zhong also hesitated for a moment, and asked the question that had been suppressed in his heart since we met yesterday: "You belong to a magician, right? Then why do you..." At this point, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and straightened Looking into Wujo Wu's eyes, "Why don't you exorcise the curse spirit from Otoko Yuta's body?"

The red-haired boy looked up at him, his cobalt blue pupils were as calm as a deep sea.

"That's not what Chuya wants to ask, is it?"

Without flinching or fearing, Zhong Yuanzhong also confessed his doubts: "Why didn't you kill me? In your opinion, I should be no different from a curse spirit, right?"

The author has something to say: Is there something wrong with this nutrient solution?

Add more at 24 noon on the 12th qwq

In addition, I touched a short story in which souls were exchanged between No. 15 and No. 25. Although the short story follows the main text, the development of the main text has nothing to do with the short story.

Today, let’s show the scenes in No. 3 three years later——

The body is so heavy.

The feeling of soreness and fatigue makes people not want to open their eyes, coupled with the overly warm embrace, and the familiar smell of body wash just used last night, Zhong Yuanzhong only weighed it for two seconds before deciding to sleep for a while.

Wait……

embrace?

In a hazy state of consciousness, Zhong Yuanzhong was half a beat too late to realize that something was wrong, but before he was fully awake, his jaw was pinched, and the other hand on his waist was squeezed hard, but it still didn't work. Zhong Yuanzhong, who was aware of the situation, was firmly locked in another man's arms, even his legs were suppressed by the other man.It seems that he is used to a man with brown hair turning his face the next day after having a good time, so he never gave Zhong Yuan the chance to kick himself out of bed.

Opening his eyes in surprise, he was about to speak, but before he could make a sound, all his words were blocked by a kiss.

The thin lips were licked and licked inch by inch by the soft, wet and hot tip of the tongue. This was an extremely comfortable kiss, from shallow to deep, taking good care of every sensitive point in the mouth.

The hands pinching the chin changed to clasping the back of the head, Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes were covered with a layer of physiological mist, and another man's face was reflected in the beautiful gem-like pupils.

White-haired and blue-eyed, it was Gojo Satoru who brought him back to the Conjuration Academy yesterday.

The perceptual stimulation that he had never experienced before impacted his precarious rationality, and the other party's soul wave came over, pulling him into a more dangerous abyss.

Before Chuya himself realized it, his body had already instinctively raised his arms around the opponent's neck, as if he had done this action countless times before, and had already formed a conditioned reflex under the same situation.

When the hand that locked his waist moved down his back, Nakahara finally found his sanity before the situation became even more derailed.

"Chung Ye?"

The ruthless blow that contained supernatural powers failed to kick Gojo Satoru out of the bed, and the no-lower-limit spell was triggered directly. Gojo Satoru grabbed Nakahara Chuya's ankle, turned over and pressed his petite lover under him .

The thin blanket slid down, and Nakahara Chuya realized that neither he nor Gojo Satoru were wearing clothes.

His fair face burned quickly, and he yanked hard on the leg held by Wu Tiao Wu, but the leg didn't come out, but his waist was so weak under the pulling of the muscles.

"You..." The tail trembled, and a dark red light appeared on Zhongya Zhongya's body, "Get out of here!"

The turbulent morning started from Gojo Satoru being raped by the family, to the time when the "Central Plains Chuya", who should have had a complete soul, overused his soul and fell into severe pain.

After finally recovering from the pain to convulsions, he realized that he was hugged by the other party again, and a steady stream of spell power was transmitted, and Zhong Yuan's voice was hoarse: "Let go."

The voice without any emotion made Gojo Satoru obedient once in a while.

Knowing that Chuya's state is not quite right now, Gojo Satoru got out of bed, went to the closet and found a new pajamas to put on, and handed Chuya's outfit over.

When he changed into pajamas in Zhongyuan and saw the dense and ambiguous traces on his body, Gojo Satoru was sure that he felt the murderous aura at that moment.

"For the sake of your helping me, explain."

Those cobalt blue eyes that were still in a daze last night were now filled with cold killing intent, and Gojo Satoru realized that if he didn't explain well at this time, the other party might really fight him directly.

"First of all, it's 2020, Chuya." Wujo Satoru said directly, in order to relieve the pain in Chuya's soul just now, he found that Chuya is now in the same place as when they first met three years ago. Status, "You are with me, we are now in a legitimate relationship."

Central Plains Chuya's breath was unstable for a moment.

"Are you a pervert for shooting a 15-year-old?!"

"15 years old?" Gojo Satoru knelt on the bed, with his arms on both sides of Nakahara Nakaya. The man with an absolute advantage in height shrouded Nakahara Nakaya who was glaring at him in his shadow, "No, Nakahara Nakaya It was also 22 years old at the beginning, but it was only because of the broken soul that it was 15 years old, and after the soul was repaired, the body also returned to its original state."

Breathing between his brows and eyes, Nakahara Zhong also found sadly that it was just that, his 25-year-old body was sensitive. Feeling trembling involuntarily.

What the hell did Gojo Satoru, that bastard, do to him in the past three years!

Zhong Yuanzhong also refused to recall what happened just now.

"Chuya, was the kiss just now comfortable?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand and stroked his index finger on the slightly congested lips of the other party, "Do you want the teacher to teach you how to breathe?"

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