Undead meow of a certain college

Facing Gojo Wu's notification, everyone in the Chanyuan family looked at each other in blank dismay.They wanted to look up at the people directly next to the Zenyuan, but their intuition told them that it was better not to do such a thing.

——That direction seems to be exuding low air pressure.

The surrounding area was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the weaker and weaker breathing of the Chanyuan.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, let go of the hand covering Zenyuan Shiya's mouth, and hugged him again.The skinny little boy was terribly underweight, and he was more careful than when he was holding him the first time.

The person in his arms was almost dead, and if he didn't treat him quickly, the life he just picked up would be lost again.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the members of the Chanyuan family, and the glance made people tremble, but he walked out with big strides.

The young master of the Wutiao family came to the Zenyuan home alone, and retreated in a few minutes.

The loss of the Chanyuan family: one person was lost, one was seriously injured, and several walls were destroyed.

As for compensation, if the Chanyuan family wants to publicize this scandal, they can go to the door, claim compensation from the Wutiao family, and the Zenyuan family's old enemy, and at the same time hand over their own faces.

>>>>>>

The person in his arms couldn't afford to delay, and Gojo Wu teleported back to Gaozhuan with the Chanyuan Shiye.

While carefully placing the seriously injured boy, he called out the name of Jiarui Nitzi.

"Nitrogen!"

Jia Ruozi didn't often go out to perform tasks, so he happened to be nearby at the moment.

"What do you want from me?" She opened the door and entered, and saw the boy who was being put on the hospital bed by Gojo Satoru.

His expression immediately became serious.

The boy was small, and compared with Gojo Satoru beside him, he looked even thinner.

Some withered and yellow black hair was cut with unknown tools, and it was of different lengths.A few strands seemed to be soaked in snow water, crookedly sticking to his face.

But even in this embarrassing situation, this face is still eye-catching, even if Gojo Satoru is on the side for comparison, he will not lose the wind.

The obvious malnutrition added to his sickness and beauty.

After the snow in early spring, the temperature was very low, but the boy was only wearing thin clothes, and his pale skin could be seen from where the cut was made.

The clothes were also wet, and the blood had already smeared on them, and the bright red was particularly shocking.

"Who is this?" She asked, walking quickly to Gojo Satoru.

"Ah—" Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and thought for a while, then replied, "I don't know!"

Home into the glass: "..."

The situation was urgent, so she stopped talking nonsense and began to concentrate on treatment.

Gojo Satoru stood quietly for a while.

He really didn't know who the boy lying here was.

In his memory, he never knew the boy's name.And in the information about the boy he received today, the name of the boy was not mentioned.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, isn't everyone already here?Just wait until someone wakes up and ask.

But what he didn't expect was that the wait would last for two days.

When Jiarui Nizi came again, he saw Wujo Gojo sitting in front of the hospital bed, his long legs had no place to rest, so he was posing in a strange posture.

The whole person was lazily looking extremely bored.

Seeing her, Gojo Satoru asked, "Glass, why is he still awake? Have you really cured him?"

Jia Ruozi glanced at him, and asked back: "Are you doubting my skills? Or do you do it yourself?"

Gojo Satoru stood up abruptly: "Okay! I'll do it! But first you have to teach me the reversal technique in words I can understand!"

To put it simply - speak human words.

Jia Ruozi once told him the method of reversing the spell, but unfortunately he didn't understand a word.

And now, the results are no different.

After listening to a bunch of expert explanations again, he was still at a loss.

Jia Ruozi sighed at him, and said earnestly, "You need some inspiration."

Gojo Satoru: "..." Maybe a billion points.

No, no, because there is not a good teacher!

He is Gojo Satoru, how could he fail to learn the reversal technique!It must be the reason why the teacher, Nitro, doesn't speak human language.

"So why isn't he awake?"

The topic is back to the beginning.

"Let me see."

Jia Ruozi leaned over and inspected the Chanyuan Shiye again.

The blood stains on the boy's face had been wiped clean, revealing a sickly face.Not only is his face pale, but even his lips are pale.

The previous embarrassment has been eliminated, and his current appearance is even more miserable.

After a few minutes, Jiarui Nitro came to a conclusion: "He is sleeping."

"Ah?" Wujo Wu asked back, "What did you say?"

Jia Ruozi confirmed: "I said he was sleeping."

"He's not in good health, and he was seriously injured again, and..." After a pause, she continued, "His spirit may have been in a state of tension. It's normal to relax all of a sudden and sleep for a long time."

Such a poor physique would not be caused in a short period of time. In addition to his state and attire when he first came, although Gojo Satoru didn't tell her, she could easily think of it.

"I see." Gojo Satoru sat back on the chair.

He leaned back against the back of the chair and raised his legs, but his gaze remained on Zenyuan Shiye.

Jia Ruozi glanced at him and asked, "Are you going to wait here for him to wake up?"

Gojo Satoru didn't look up, but replied, "There's nothing wrong with saying that."

Because, he is going to wake up.

On the hospital bed, Zen Yuan Shi's eyelashes trembled.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was softness and warmth.

This is the feeling he has only had in the deepest part of his memory, and it is something he hasn't even dreamed of in a long time.

There is an illusion of unreality.

Opening his eyes, he first saw Jia Ruozi standing aside.

The girl looked down at him, with a familiar feeling in her eyes.

This expression, he has seen before.

This is the expression that his half-brother showed when he saw him for the first time.

At that time, the younger brother stood in front of him with such an expression and said to him: "Brother, you have suffered."

A white hand stretched out towards him, but he dodged it subconsciously.

He was afraid, and he even backed away a little.

He didn't dare to get close to his younger brother, but only watched from a distance, absorbing a little bit of warmth.

and then?

He overheard his younger brother saying: "You didn't see it, that trash was moved to tears!"

"What? It's too bad, you guys, haven't you seen that trash cry?"

"You don't believe me, do you? I'll take you to see it later!"

"Hahahahahaha! He will definitely cry! I'll tell him later that I hate him. That trash knows that I'm lying to him, and it will definitely be uglier than just crying!"

At that moment, he deeply regretted his subconscious choice.If he hadn't backed away, if he had been close enough to his brother, he would have felt his brother's malice on the spot.

Then he wouldn't show such embarrassment in front of this trash.

He should have known it earlier, no one would treat him with kindness.

God gave him the instinct to detect malice, just to tell him the bloody truth.

It's all rubbish.

Even a trace of false warmth must be withdrawn.

As for the person who held him before, he didn't feel any malice...

How can that be the same?That's Wujo Wu.How can the strongest existence be confused with garbage.

How could the strongest radiate malice towards tiny ants?

That is the strongest insult.

His thoughts returned, and he looked straight at Xiang Jiarui.

Heh, rubbish, let's become a trial stone on his way to becoming stronger.

He's too experienced with this kind of hypocritical garbage.

They were hypocritical, and they took pleasure in exposing their hypocrisy in front of him.

But they are always furious when their hypocrisy is exposed in public.

Smart trash will sneak revenge after the fact, and stupid trash will often jump in anger on the spot.

I hope this garbage in front of me is the former.

He prayed to himself.

With the strongest present, he will never die in the hands of this trash.

Only when she secretly appears and takes revenge on him, can he have a chance to become stronger.

The calculation in his heart was not shown on his face, not only that, compared with the peace of mind, a furious expression soon appeared on his face.

"Go away! Don't look at me with such an expression! It's disgusting to be hypocritical!"

"It's not easy to pretend to pity me when you hate me, isn't it? Don't pretend! You don't look like one at all, go back and learn!"

He wanted to grab something and throw it out, but because of his weakness, he only threw the pillow a short distance away, not even touching his clothes.

He seemed a little helpless and furious.

Panting slightly, he looked at Jia Ruozi again, but he couldn't see the expression he expected.

This person...she...has no anger, no anger from being exposed.

Oh, are you smart enough to hide yourself?

Very good, he likes it.

He continued to grit his teeth and look at her, only to see her approaching him suddenly.

Then, hugged him.

She said, "Sorry, I won't look at you like that again."

Those who are being pitied are often the last thing they need is a look of pity.

His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't feel any malice.

impossible.

Before he had time to feel it carefully, Jiarui Nizi let go of him.

He looked at the smiling girl in front of him in disbelief, and a trace of bewilderment appeared in his red eyes.

Blinking his eyes, he stretched out his index finger, leaned forward cautiously, and poked Jia Ruozi's arm.

No.

no offence.

Withdrawing his hand, he changed his position, and this time he quickly poked Jia Ruozi on the back of his hand.

It's gone at the touch of a finger, but the warm feeling still seems to remain at the fingertips, which lingers for a long time.

Also, no malice.

Impossible, right?

Is it fake?

It turned out that the unreal feeling just now was not an illusion, it was indeed a dream.

he thought firmly.

Ignoring the two people who were thinking about his bewildering behavior, Zenyuan Shi also lay back on the bed and closed his eyes peacefully.

I haven't forgotten to cover myself with a quilt.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Home into the glass: "..."

The two looked at each other, and both saw interrogative sentences in each other's eyes: What is he doing?

Then, at the same time, I saw the answer in the other person's eyes: I don't know.