Spell Corrosion

Why not kill Zhongye?

Gojo Satoru looked down at the boy with a calm face.

The 15-year-old boy has not fully grown, but the outline of adulthood can be vaguely seen.

In fact, Gojo Satoru has already met the 22-year-old in Chuya's memory. Apart from other things, in terms of appearance alone, the 22-year-old Nakahara Nakahara, who is fully grown, will be recognized as the opposite sex by men and women at the same time. Exquisite and beautiful.

However, as the strongest trump card of the port mafia, the powerful aura of the Central Plains cadres often makes people ignore his appearance. pressure.

Before Chuya was alive, he was first the gravity envoy of the port mafia, the filthy natural disaster under Dazai Osamu, and then Chuya Chuya.

And now standing in front of him are the embers of the once unrestrained Rage God after it was completely burned out.

"I'm a magician, not a savior." Gojo Satoru said, "My ideal is not to save the world. If I have to say it, I just want to change this decadent magic world." Wu changed his voice, "But now, as a teacher of the people, I look forward to what kind of flowers I can grow on the scorched earth."

Gojo Satoru approached, and the palm of his hand was pinched on the wrist bone before pressing on Chuya's heart, but his fingertips still touched the center of Chuya's heart through the shirt.

"If the people's teachers are like you, then the future of the magic world is really worrying." Nakahara Nakaya let go of Gojo Satoru, and the man with a smile in front of him lowered his voice just now, giving off a kind of gentleness The slight warmth from his fingertips through the thin shirt almost gave him the illusion of being scalded.

After getting the answer, Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his eyes away and urged: "Hurry up and change your clothes, we agreed to go to the martial arts college today."

The rustling sound of changing clothes came, and Wujou got changed and unplugged the fully charged mobile phone from the bed. He took two sandwiches and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and threw them to Chuya: "The plate and the microwave are there. By the way, Chuya can do it himself, and I'll go wash up."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't raise his eyes, just unwrapped the two sandwiches together, and raised his chin in the direction of the bathroom: "Speed."

Turning on the phone, Gojo Satoru made sure that Chuck also heated up the sandwich and milk before going into the bathroom.As soon as the phone screen was turned on, before Gojo Satoru unlocked it, messages rushed in after waiting all night, causing the phone to vibrate non-stop, and finally successfully stuck.

How many emails did the principal send him?

When the phone slowed down, Gojo Satoru clicked on the latest news with his toothbrush in his mouth. After seeing the contents, his eyes darkened a little. After rinsing his mouth, he dried his face and threw the toothbrush into the cup. After a few clicks, he simply replied "ok" to the night moth and pushed the door to go out.The toothbrush in the glass turned a small circle due to the strength, and finally a small nick that was crushed was exposed on the outward side.

Zhongyuan Zhong had already finished the sandwich, and was drinking milk from a cup, noticing Gotjo Wutiao realized it, and casually said: "Your portion."

Gojo Satoru looked at his own breakfast on the table, and his gaze paused for a moment on the mug filled with milk.

"Chuya should drink more milk, I don't need to grow taller anymore." Gojo Gojo smiled and pushed the warm milk that Chuya took out from the refrigerator over, "But when it comes to height, don't you, Chuya?" A little higher than yesterday?"

Zhong, who was about to blow his hair just now, was stunned for a moment: "Is there any?"

Maybe it was because he ate a ghost egg yesterday?

But does eating the soul still make you grow taller?

"Yes, if you don't believe me, stand up."

Zhongya Nakahara stood up, intending to go to the door to find a full-length mirror, but when he passed by Gojo Satoru, he was pulled into his arms by a man who was 1.9 meters tall.

"Look, yesterday when I hugged Chuya, my hand wasn't in this position... Hiss..."

"Gojo Satoru, let me go!"

With a sandwich in his mouth, Gojo Satoru rubbed the side of his waist that was hit hard by the elbow, and glanced at Nakaya's face.The red-haired boy sitting across from him folded his hands and leaned back on the chair with a blank expression on his face. After Gojo Satoru raised his hands for the third time and rubbed his chest, his lips moved, and his icy expression seemed to be softening.

Gojo Satoru, who noticed this, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"I didn't hit hard at all, does it hurt that much?"

The performance received a response, Gojo Satoru wrinkled his face, and sometimes his face was too young to make people forget his actual age: "It's super painful, after all, I usually use no-lower-limit spells, and I won't be hit by others at all."

"Then you should be normal!"

"Am I not abnormal?"

"...Normal men don't touch people of the same sex, do they?"

Gojo Satoru swallowed the last mouthful of the sandwich, and from the look on his face, it seemed that he didn't take Chuya's question seriously at all.

"Is Zhong also very concerned?"

"Shouldn't I care?"

"Well, so in the future, if someone does something against Zhongya, Chuya must remember to beat me to death." Gojo Satoru nodded, and his words seemed to imply, "As for me, if Chuya beats me, I will Just think about it."

No matter how nice the man in front of him smiles, it can't change the extremely arrogant nature of this sentence. Zhongyuan Zhong, who is full of plans and can only use the power for 5 minutes now, also gave a "tsk", and decided to compress his schedule and strive for an earlier date. Fully recover, and then directly "negotiate" with this unreasonable guy with your fists.

Gojo Wu changed his shoes and took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer: "It's getting late, let's go, I'll send you to the martial arts college first."

deliver?

Reminiscent of what Yi Guyouta asked him to help convey, Zhongyuan Zhong also understood: "The principal is looking for you? Is it because of what happened yesterday?"

"Well, but you don't have to worry about me." Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief on the full-length mirror, and wrote down the phone number Majia told her yesterday, "I can handle it."

"...Who's worried about you anymore." Standing in front of the mirror, after the technicians from the dead martial arts school on the opposite side adjusted the passage, Zhongyuan Zhongya had already stepped into the mirror with half a foot, and then, as if thinking of it temporarily, he said casually, " By the way, there is something I didn't tell you, actually I don't remember."

Nakahara Chuya was submerged in the mirror, and the glass full-length mirror rippled, and the boy's voice was slightly blurred when it came from behind.

"Yokohama, what happened in the past, I don't remember anything."

Gojo Satoru also left while seeing him off, and was surprised for two seconds when he heard this.

Did you tell him about it?

This unexpected confession interrupted what Gojo Satoru originally wanted to say. As a result, not only did he not tell Chuuya that he would pick him up in the afternoon, but he also didn't have time to hand over the phone to him.

The glass mirror returned to normal. The other person who was still in the room just now had arrived in the city of the dead. Gojo Satoru patted his face with both hands and put on the sunglasses.

"Okay, it's time to deal with those old bastards."

In the dimly lit and empty conference room, several video and sound transmission devices were lit with faint light. The magic world never appeared in front of people, only connected to the audio from the "upper layer" who controlled the capital behind the scenes, and didn't even show their faces.

Gojo Satoru stood lazily in the middle of the room, not even the sunglasses could block the impatience on his face.

"Regarding the losses caused by the special-level curse spirit Zhongyuan Zhongya yesterday, we will deal with it according to the completion of his subsequent tasks. Do you have anything to refute?"

"Oh, just one thing, Zhongya will only go on missions with me." Gojo Wu chuckled with an indescribable sense of sarcasm, "Qian Wutiao's family lost money, and I will release his missions after that."

"can."

A flash of interest flashed in Wujo Wu's eyes, and the blunt agreement of the trash who had always been stuffed with pig feed made him suspect that the other party had other plans.

"There was a contact from Gong Azusa from the death martial arts specialist from the window. During the investigation of why there was a super curse spirit at Sakura High School in Kawasaki City yesterday, I found the trace of the super curse master Xia Youjie." Another person who was different from before. The voice came from the front right of Wujo Wu, "The detailed information window will be sent to your mailbox, and we will communicate with the dead martial arts. Today you go to investigate Xia Youjie for the time being, and the central plains will be temporarily handed over to the dead martial arts." custody."

This kind of rhetoric about treating Chuya as an object made Gojo Satoru look a little cold, but the matter involved his former best friend and Chuya, so he still didn't lose his temper on the spot.

"that's it?"

After getting the exact affirmation, Gojo Satoru didn't plan to stay in this ghost place for a second, and just turned around and left.

The door opened and closed, and the light in the corridor outside was cut off. In the empty room, there was another conversation that Gojo Satoru didn't know about.

"Are you sure the clues to Gojo Satoru have been dealt with?"

"There will be no problem. He will rush to the scene after everything is over. Fu Heisher has accepted the task. As long as he gets Xia Youjie's corpse to make a special curse, he can perfectly control the Central Plains with magic spells." Also. The magical weapons that can amplify the magic power and be used by conjurers must be in our hands, so that even a first-level conjurer can check and balance Gojo Satoru, who has become more and more difficult to control recently."

"Where is the dead martial arts school?"

"The gods of a group of little ghosts are just a play house game. The curse is our domain. As long as the Central Plains can be controlled by the magic spell, it means that he is ours. Still alive? Didn't completely become a curse? I don't know what to say. "

"Then Fujisaki's proposal passed?"

"Yes."

After a few second voices, the initial voice ended the meeting.

"The proposal is passed."

The author has something to say: add more qwq

Regarding the fact that the corpse of a conjurer can be made into a super-level spell, it is a second design, please don’t go into it

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