Spell Corrosion

The time was just around noon, and the bar was far from the busiest time. Nakahara Nakaya walked in alone and took a rough look.

Basically all the people in the bar come in from the outdoor swimming pool, half of them are dressed in cool clothes, and there are quite a few foreigners.

Avoiding the two girls who came up to strike up a conversation, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't look for an empty booth, but sat down directly from the bar and ordered a glass of low-alcohol red wine.

The bottle of wine that Wujo Satoru gave him that time made him realize again that even if he changed the world, his drinking capacity would still be the same as before.

"Excuse me, is there anyone around here?"

Catching the goblet that the bartender slid over, the dark red liquid swirled around and stabilized. Nakahara Nakaya looked sideways at the man who had sat down beside him consciously just after he finished asking. The first thing he noticed was the man The strong curse aura on his body, followed by the other party's decent gentleman's clothes, and his good-looking appearance, which tends to be bright and romantic.

It seems that the curse spirit has chosen other targets before them?

"Are you alone?" The man beckoned to the bartender, pointing to the glass that Nakaya was holding, "Have a glass like his."

Although the gaze was very restrained, it still stayed on the choker on his neck for two more seconds.

Well, at least I know what this guy's answer to the mirror spell will be.

Suppose that magic spirit can conjure a pretty face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the curse that was so strong that it was about to drown the man's body, so he didn't directly tell him to get out.

"I'll wait for someone."

Drag it until Gojo Satoru comes over, and let that guy handle it.

"Fujiwara Shuichi, my name."

The same goblet was pushed along the bar by the bartender, Fujiwara reached out to catch it, but stretched a little farther, it seemed that the landing point did not seem to be catching the wine glass, but was aimed at his side face.

Zhong Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he tilted his head slightly. As a result, the other party held the wine glass and also held his long hair hanging on his shoulders.

"Ah, sorry, did I hurt you?"

Fujiwara let go of the wine glass, pinched the soft ochre-colored hair in the palm of his hand, and raised his wrist, but before he could make the next move, someone pinched his shoulder.

Zhongyuan Zhong also slowly pulled his hair out of the man's hand with a painful expression, "I'm sorry, the person I was waiting for has arrived."

The five fingers of the hands pressing on the shoulders were tightened so hard that Fujiwara suspected that he heard the creaking of the bones, and he used almost all his self-control not to howl in public.

"Didn't Zhong help me order something to drink?"

Gojo Gojo let go of the hand on the man's shoulder, walked behind Nakaya, and hugged him very naturally. Because of his height, several girls who had been paying attention to him since he entered the door covered their mouths and exclaimed , and attracted more attention.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't care about being the focus of the crowd, held Nakaya's hand and raised the red wine glass, tasted the liquid in his mouth, and then gave Fujiwara, who was turning his shoulders slightly, a little look.

"Chuya, who is he?"

The hands on his waist were clasped tightly, and the other hand covering his right hand pinched the tip of his index finger, even his light tone was tinged with aggression.

It looks like a big cat that has been invaded into its territory, with its tail standing up.

Zhongya Nakahara leaned his head back on his shoulder, and lightly pecked at the man's beautiful jawline, "Mr. Shuichi Fujiwara, has a beautiful fiancée, and was entangled by a good-looking Miss Mirror not long ago. Confession."

As if enchanted, Gojo Satoru's aggressive aura just now disappeared in an instant, but Fujiwara Osamu who was opposite him changed his expression after hearing these words.

"Is that so?" Gojo Satoru noticed the engagement ring on the other party's hand, and the two different scents of perfume he smelled when he passed by just now, and understood where Chuya's words came from.

"Why...? You know me?" Osamu Fujiwara shook his hand and almost spilled his glass of red wine.

impossible!

When he met her, there were only three pairs of passengers on board, and at that time he was sure that there was no one around, besides, he clearly saw the beautiful man called Zhongya come into the bar, the timing was totally wrong.

"I don't know." Following Gojo Satoru picked up his lock of hair to play with, Nakahara also drank the remaining half of the red wine in the glass in one gulp, pushed the glass back to the bartender and stood up from the chair, "But I advise you If you don't want to die, don't go where there are mirrors or water."

Shuichi Fujiwara seemed to have been exposed some shady secret, his pupils constricted and he was about to deny it, but the two people on the opposite side didn't intend to talk to him at all.

Nakahara also patted Gojo Satoru's hand around his hair, "Have you played enough? Let's go, I'm hungry."

He didn't sleep too much yesterday, and he didn't have any appetite when he was in the car in the morning, and the pineapple bun Yidizhi bought was too sweet, he took a bite and stuffed it to Wujo Wu, who is a sweet tooth.

Now seeing that the task goal has been settled, he thought about going to eat something.

For the rest, just wait for the curse spirit to come to your door.

"I think Chuya's luck has always been good." On the way to the restaurant, Gojo Satoru said, "For example, I met me at the beginning, and I picked up a good magician seedling when I went shopping, and now it's even more straightforward. hit the mission target."

After Wujo Satoru finished speaking, he emphasized the first point again, "Of course the luckiest thing is to fall into my arms the first time!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't make a sound at first, and didn't intend to talk to a certain older child who was full of confidence, but he just lost his temper by the other party.

"Yes, yes, yes, the luckiest thing in my life is to fall on you, okay?"

"It's easy to be perfunctory." When the other party looked over impatiently, Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter."

The hair tail that Fujiwara had pinched in his palm was pulled up again, and Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed the soft hair end.

"I like that kiss you imprinted on my jawline." Gojo Satoru raised his head, "Super happy."

Because it just soothed my uneasiness.

After lunch, they spent the afternoon in the billiards room on the ship, Gojo Satoru seemed not energetic and suggested that he should go back to his room and sleep for a while.

"I'll just keep an eye on that Fujiwara."

The billiard room next door sounded normal, and Fujiwara Shuichi didn't come out of it, it seemed that they could play there until dinner.

"No, it's more convenient if I'm here, isn't it?" After all, as long as the curse spirit comes out, he can feel it, "And you should have slept less than me last night, right?"

Not only did she go to bed later than him, Wu Tiao should also wake up earlier than him.

Ever since I came to this world, I no longer have endless official duties or reports to write, and I don’t have to stand behind Osamu Dazai all the time and worry about his personal safety. I used to be tense every minute and every second. Once the nerves relax, they will start to crave the current relaxation.

As a result, he now feels sleepy after staying up all night.

Nakahara Zhong also loosened his neckline, sat sideways on the pool table, and stretched out his beautiful waistline when leaning close to the table. In order to maintain balance, the muscle lines of his legs were tightened, which was completely outlined under the tight-fitting leather pants.

"You lost, go back to Junpei's training and you will do it for me for a week." One shot went straight to the end, clearing the billiard balls on the table one by one, Nakahara Nakaya straightened up and yawned a little .

"...I've wanted to ask for a long time, Gojo Satoru, do you have skin hunger and thirst?"

Obviously just playing billiards.

"Zhong also seduced me first."

Typical villains sue first.

"Hmm...let go, there's some movement next to you."

But at this time, damn it.

Reluctantly letting go, Gojo Satoru opened the door after confirming that all the people next to him had left the room, "Where did Fujiwara go?"

The wave of people divided into three directions. Although he could roughly distinguish between men and women based on the weight of their footsteps, he couldn't tell them apart in more detail.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tidied up his clothes and raised his finger in one direction.

"There's only one side. It seems that Chuya's kind reminder to him has been ignored."

"Tsk, if your tone is not so gloating, I think it will make you more empathetic."

Gojo Satoru corrected his statement with a serious face, "Zhong also made a mistake, I didn't empathize with him, I was just gloating."

Now the guy hardly hides his bad character in front of him.

No, it should be said that it is getting worse.

Zhongya Nakahara felt a little subtle after walking a few steps, so he couldn't help but glance at Gojo Satoru who was walking beside him.

"What happened to Zhong Ye?"

"No."

Probably an illusion.

He felt that Gojo Satoru was afraid that he would run away, so he tried his best to shake out all the bad side of himself, and couldn't help but try to find a safe bottom line.

Insecure.

Wujo Satoru would feel insecure?

How about cheating?

So it really was the illusion that he was too sleepy.

Shuichi Fujiwara's destination is the indoor swimming pool on the first floor.

Because it is still summer and it is still warm outside before the sun sets, almost everyone chooses the open-air swimming pool on the deck.

After all, there are buffets and BBQs next to it. Even if you don’t swim, it’s a good choice to lie on the beach chairs and look at the sea.

Therefore, when Shuichi Fujiwara walked into the indoor swimming pool, there were only a few people in it, and most of them were actually exercising swimming rather than playing in the water.

It was almost time for dinner, Fujiwara found a chair inside and sat down and began to scan his mobile phone. He waited until the three or four people had all left before standing up expectantly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned against the wall of the corridor outside and was almost sleepy, only then did the unique fluctuation of the curse spirit come from inside.

"It's a level one, I feel wrong somewhere, I'll just go by myself."

Gojo Satoru from the province was reported for carrying controlled knives.

Anyway, he has now learned to attach the soul wavelength to the supernatural power.

Wujo Wubian said, "Okay, then I'll wait outside."

Nakahara Nakaya entered within half a minute, and there was a scream belonging to Shuichi Fujiwara. It didn't sound like he was injured, but more like he was frightened.

Maybe I saw the true face of the "beautiful" Miss Mirror?

What a tragedy, a scene of a big breakup.

Just as a mocking look appeared on Gojo Satoru's face, the corners of his lips froze before they were fully raised in the next second.

Chuya's soul wavelength...disappeared?

The door of the indoor swimming pool was thrown out, Gojo Satoru ignored Fujiwara Shuichi who collapsed to the ground in fright, and fixed his eyes on the little girl who suddenly appeared in the room.

The girl wearing a kimono and a crown on her head caught a falling book, smiled at him, and then turned into a stream of water, rolled up the book, and was about to jump out of the window into the ocean outside.

The manic and cold killing intent made Shuichi Fujiwara's scream stuck in his throat, his skin felt tingling but he dared not move under the instinct of survival.

Even the fluctuating pool water and the rolling water froze for a moment.

"give me back."