I'll retire when I'm done

After getting the shocking news from Xia Youjie for a whole year, he immediately chose to skip class and rush home to get ready to have sex with another client, making up his mind to take him from the first grade to the second grade no matter what. Wutiaowu, who was born in [-], was robbed of the first sentence by Baihong.

"I have a place to go and see."

Gojo Satoru blinked, but didn't react.

"Do you want to go back to Yokohama?" After all, she probably still has a child left there that she didn't bring.

"No." Unexpectedly, Bai Hong shook his head.

The Gojo family has not completely quieted down, and the situation in Yokohama is not suitable for her to take Hui away directly, which will easily attract unnecessary attention.

"It's rare to come back. I plan to visit the place where my biological mother last appeared."

Gojo Satoru's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, then he turned his eyes away, and his expression became a little unnatural: "There...why do you suddenly think of going to that kind of place?"

"To be honest, I didn't think about it."

She casually closed the thick stack in front of her, and smiled casually: "Just having nothing to do, I took a rough look at the accounts of Wutiao's family over the years, and saw that you bought that house a few years ago. I kind of miss it."

Wujo Wujo let out a cry, and subconsciously touched his arm.

——If Bai Hong didn't mention it, he himself almost forgot that there was such a secret and crazy past.

The arm...suddenly began to ache, like a burn from the inside, or a phantom pain after being scratched repeatedly.

Speaking of it, I never asked about the disappearance of the soul imprint: did she really die, did she really encounter something completely unknown in a place that I didn't know; but how to speak?Do you want to tell her directly that you once signed a contract with an existence behind her back to leave her soul imprint on yourself?

...you must be very angry.

No, it's good to be angry, but I'm afraid she won't react at all after hearing it, and that's the worst case.

Have you ever been truly loved?

In many cases, Bai Hong's bottom line for himself is almost non-existent. After the initial sense of joy and satisfaction subsides, only the uneasiness and uneasiness of questioning remain.

Is her ignorance and tolerance based on an attitude of indifference, or does she really like her so much that she can ignore her?

For other things, Gojo Satoru has the confidence that he will definitely be forgiven—but this matter involves his worst and worst side, so she must never let her know, and she definitely does not want her to know that she has done such a thing. Excessive things.

But Bai Hong, even if it is such a thing, he might just smile casually and tell himself that it doesn't matter, right?

In that case, the relationship between the two of them would probably come to an end.

In this regard, Gojo Satoru has a terrifying intuition that is almost wild.

It's not because Gojo Satoru has correctly recognized the fact that "not everything in this world can be forgiven in the name of 'love'", but purely based on the analysis of Bai Hong, he has analyzed this person's gentleness with incomparable precision. The cold and cruel side under the surface.

She would probably still hug and kiss herself, and fulfill her wife's duties perfectly, but that's all.

Bai Hong has always been very good at controlling the distance between himself and others.

The last time he tried to trap this person by his side was at his birthday party when he was six years old, what happened after that, Gojo Satoru didn't want to recall it again.

...So, it is something that she must never know.

Should it be said that it belongs to Wujo Satoru's usual arrogance, or the inherent self-esteem of male creatures...

He had already exposed enough shortcomings in front of this person, and he didn't want new problems to arise.

——Let’s take this as Gojo-sama’s last reservation.

The young man suddenly let out an old-fashioned sigh.

Occasionally, I also hope that I can show this person the maturity and calmness of a boyfriend. It is of course good to be unscrupulous, but occasionally I also hope that I can be the one who controls the dominant power. I have always been the object of being loved and tolerated, the older tender lover Sure it's awesome, but it's not doing any good for the spiritual growth of young boys if it goes on like this.

"What happened to your arm?"

When he was thinking about things, Bai Hong suddenly asked a question.

"fine."

Gojo Satoru reflexively moved away the finger touching his arm, and looked back innocently at Bai Hong with a perfectly natural expression.

Bai Hong didn't ask any more questions, but just glanced at him quietly.

"Are you ready to go with me?"

Gojo Satoru didn't cherish his overly beautiful and handsome face at all. His face was wrinkled quite ferociously. He stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly and made an unattractive grimace. Don't follow."

He imagined Bai Hong's reaction, he might doubt his behavior, he might question his attitude of not clinging to her suddenly, or it might be ridicule, but she had better not look too calm.

"Ah, yeah."

However, Bai Hong really didn't ask any more questions. He obviously read through the vast amount of accounts and records, and found Wutiao Wu's purchase of his biological mother's residence, which was too small, and asked him separately. At this moment, Wutiao Wu suddenly commented as "" Boring", but she also accepted this statement naturally.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He approached Ai Ai every now and then, and asked eagerly, "I won't go with you, do you have anything to ask me?"

Bai Hong blinked.

Then, she showed a faint smile: "You really want me to tell?"

Wujo Wutiao shrank back reflexively, curled his lips and said, "It's better not to open your mouth."

I don't think it's going to be a good thing anyway.

***

The small building where the biological mother last appeared has been uninhabited and lifeless for many years, and the atmosphere is eerie, cold and extremely ominous. The aura is inherently mysterious and incomprehensible. It is not surprising that conjurers are afraid of it, but even ordinary office workers who are in a hurry to go to work will subconsciously avoid it. It is worth pondering carefully if you drive here.

Judging by Bai Hong's gaze, this is an excellent location for a natural horror film shooting.

In the early years, there were ghost stories about the room devouring the living, and some people said that they had heard the sound of chewing flesh and blood in an empty room. Most of the curses came from this, not because of themselves, but because of the world In the eyes of it, it is so terrifying that it only appeared. The Wutiao family bought it but no one lived in it, which expanded its influence invisibly. After so many years, the saying of a haunted house has fallen in the mouth of others. Unexpectedly, no strange spells have been derived. Spirit, this is the good news that there are not many conjurers.

When Bai Hong stepped on the stairs of the small building alone, the old floor creaked with the sudden weight of the strange weight, and suddenly he realized slowly that this should be the first time he stepped on the stairs of his birth mother in this life. former residence.

Ah, but it's not that serious.

Bai Hong thought casually.

Based on her relationship with him and his attitude towards him, Bai Hong has ignored her for so many years, but his attitude cannot be called disobedient.

For that woman, there is no difference whether it is herself or Shir. The child she personally conceived is nothing more than a prop to grab a man's heart. Will be too concerned about their life and death.

The small building is not big, after all, how much space can a woman squander in a place like Tokyo where every inch of land is expensive?Just looking for a place to linger, she followed her breath and pushed open the door, the room was full of scarlet blood pulsating like blood vessels, Bai Hong's shoes stepped on the dark ground, and the thin door closed slowly behind her, with a tooth-splitting sound. Sour crunch.

She told Gojo Satoru many things, and she didn't tell Gojo Satoru many things.

A child who is smart enough to realize that her soul comes from a foreign world, but the shackles of common sense prevent him from touching a deeper layer of secrets in time.

"The child made an exchange with you, right?"

She asked, and after a while, Gwendolin's gentle and soft voice came from the room.

He promised me that he would bring you back.

And I left your soul, and imprinted your soul imprint on him.

But Bai Hong said, I know.

"Don't forget, when it comes to the study of soul magic, my level is even higher than that of King Gwen."

If not, how to inherit the legacy and burn the soul as a salary to support a flame that can last the entire world?

——I already knew about the fact that the child had imprinted a soul imprint on his body.

The sky and the cursed body bound only her own soul, and did not seal her previous knowledge; they have been in contact with negative distance so many times, how could they not be aware of it.

A bad boy who doesn't know the depth.

Bai Hong commented.

There are still traces belonging to Wujo Wu in the room, which have nothing to do with the filth of the mantra and the breath of the body, but are the imprinted traces of the soul.

Even with the shackles of the world, rashly signing a contract with a foreign god, do you really think that you don't have to pay any price?

...But, forget it.

She hasn't said anything yet, the child has been frightened by herself today, the clingy cat has already forgotten to act like a baby, and she has learned enough lessons, let's teach them in detail later when I have the time.

"Is the soul of the salary king something that can be touched so casually?"

Bai Hong took a step forward, the magic eyes silently bloomed with a demonic brilliance, the overlapping dead lines split the living room in front of her into countless small pieces, she raised her hand and crossed those scarlet dead lines, darkness and blood came from between her fingertips. It shattered and collapsed inch by inch like a shattered mirrored glass, and the red and black phantoms gradually dissipated, gradually revealing the original plain truth of the room.

——Besides being "killed" by the magic eye, there are also the remnants of the contract left by a certain boy back then.

The god belonging to the dark moon let out a long sigh, the tone was almost sad, but there was not much hatred.

Bai Hong could hear clearly, but remained indifferent.

"please forgive me."

she said so.

"After all, I chose him now."