Undead meow of a certain college

The Chanyuan was also moved by Wujo Wu's words.

It doesn't hurt to try it, it seems to make sense?

Before he could think carefully about what was wrong with these words, Gojo Satoru pushed him towards a certain malicious direction.

The closer it gets, the colder it gets.

"Go, Shiya!" Gojo Satoru shouted in an almost cheering tone.

Except for Zenyuan Shiye, no one else could hear the sound, and they didn't even notice when they approached, and they were still doing their own things step by step.

The Chanyuan didn't even have time to think about it, and was inspired by Wujo Wu to come to his head.

If the enemy does not move, I will move first.

Just don't talk about Wude.

He clenched his fist and punched a malicious source close in front of him.

It was still a random attack, he punched many times in a row, but only one punch hit the opponent.

When I move, the enemy also moves.

Looking at this scene, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but sigh that his cat's memory is too strong.

This is the hallucination of Zenyuan Shiye. What he doesn't know can't be shown, and the evasion movements of this person just now are very smooth, probably Zenyuan Shiye wrote it down after seeing it.

In theory, if you can write down the actions, of course you can use them.

His cat is like an untapped treasure, like a dusty treasure.

Someone needs to tell him how precious he is, and someone needs to help him brush off the thick dust on the surface.

In sight, the man started to fight back, and he saw that Zenyuan even seemed to have no countermeasures, and seemed to be ready to fight hard.

Although he didn't have the original memory, it was an instinctive reaction.

Combined with his abilities, there is nothing wrong with this choice.

From the previous round of memories, Gojo Satoru already knew that his cat would become stronger every time he was killed, and the degree of strength also depended on the strength of the killer.

Anyway, you can be resurrected after death, and it will become stronger, so giving up defense completely and only focusing on attack is the most profitable choice.

But the premise is... his cat is not afraid of death, not afraid of injury.

In the case of not being afraid, that is indeed the optimal solution.But if you are afraid, even if you know it, you will recover, even if you know it, you will become stronger, that is not good.

No need.

There is no need to make yourself uncomfortable in pursuit of the optimal solution.

At least at this moment, his cat has a better choice.

Taking a step forward, he even blocked the attack for the monastery.

The fist landed on his arm, and he didn't dodge, nor did he block it with no-lower-limit spells, allowing the opponent to hit him.

"Brother Wutiao!" Zenyuan Shi Ye exclaimed.

He was ready to be beaten, but... Brother Wutiao actually helped him block it!

But he was protected is not the point.

The point is, Brother Wutiao was beaten!

For him, brother Wutiao was actually beaten!

Angrily, he showed real anger to the person in front of him.

He was angry.

Gojo Satoru was very satisfied with Shiya's reaction from the Zen Academy.Just when he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and began to teach Shi Ye fighting skills in the Chanyuan, he found that the picture in his sight suddenly stopped.

His cat was furious, but grabbed his arm first, lowered his head and looked carefully.

The little hand was hanging in the air where he was hit just now, as if he wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help curling his lips when he looked at Zenyuan Shiya's cautious appearance, afraid of his pain.

Just like when he deliberately let him whir before, there was no red mark on his arm, and he was not injured at all.

After all, this is his cat's illusion, and almost everything is displayed according to the will of the cat.

His cat will not let him hurt.

but……

"Shiye~" He called out Shiye from the Chanyuan.

"Brother Wu Tiao..." Zenyuan Shi also raised his head, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Is Wutiao brother in pain? No, Wutiao brother must be in pain, right? Woooooo...it's all my fault..."

The chatty nature reappeared, and he murmured, saying all the thoughts in his heart.

"What~" Gojo Satoru interrupted in time.

Although Mao Mao Sui Suinian's appearance is also very cute, but he doesn't really want to see such a self-blame cat~

"Brother Wutiao?" Zenyuan Shi also opened his eyes wide, as if he was trying to hold back his tears.

His cat~

Gojo Satoru smiled, and brought his arm to Zenyuan Shiya's mouth.

"Hurrah, it won't hurt anymore."

The Chanyuan Shi was also very pleasantly surprised: "Really? Does it stop hurting after whirring?"

"Of course," Gojo Satoru blinked, "Didn't Shiya do the same thing before? Doesn't the pain stop after Huhu?"

Chanyuan Shi also obviously remembered what he had done before, and he couldn't help feeling guilty when he heard Wutiaowu's words.

At this time, Wujo Wu vowed to him again: "Really, as long as you huhu, you won't be in pain!"

With such a resolute voice, the Chanyuan even believed it easily.

After all, this voice came from Gojo Satoru.

"Hmm!" He pursed his lips, and carefully blew on the spot where Wujo Satoru had just been hit, while blowing on him, he shouted again, "Huh-huh-painful fly away! Don't let brother Wujou pain La!"

With a bit of cool wind blowing on his arm, Wujo Wu obviously didn't feel any pain, but he also felt much more comfortable.

"Hoo-hoo-pain pain fly away! Don't let brother Wu Tiao pain!"

Even the Chanyuan is still blowing hard.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, thought for a few seconds, and decided—

Let his pussy continue to purr him!

After all, the opportunity is rare, and he doesn't know what his cat will become after he gets out of this illusion.

But thinking about it, it won't be as stupid as it is now.

Although it may still be that he will believe anything, he will do anything.

But he definitely won't be as good as he is now, and he won't be as easy to deceive as he is now.

"Brother Wutiao," Zen Yuanshi raised his head and asked Wutiao Wudao, "Does it still hurt?"

Gojo Satoru held back his smile, imitating Zenyuan Shiya before, and replied: "It still hurts~ still huh~"

The slightly raised ending sound revealed everything, but the Chanyuan didn't notice anything, and continued to pout.

"Huh-huh-hurry up and run! Don't let Brother Wutiao suffer! Bad bad!"

Hearing these childish words, Gojo Satoru secretly laughed while taking advantage of Zenyuan Shiye's head still bowed.

How can his cat be so cute!

After carefully recording everything in front of him in his mind, he began to think about what was wrong.

His cat... his mind doesn't seem to grow with age in the illusion.His mind stayed at the time when he knew he had no magic power.

Frowning, when Zenyuan Shiya asked him again "Wu Tiao's brother is still in pain", he rua stroked Zenyuan Shiya's hair, and happily said: "It doesn't hurt anymore! Shiya's Huhu is really effective!"

Shi Ye finally had a smile on his face.

"Great! Pain and pain flew away! Brother Wutiao is the best if he doesn't suffer from pain!"

"Well," Gojo Satoru ruaed Zenyuan Shiya's hair again, and then said, "So Shiya, what about the person who just made Gojo brother hurt?"

There was anger in Chanyuan Shiye's eyes again, with a small mouth pouting high, looking very angry.

"Bad bad! Hit him!" He said in a childish voice.

Gojo Satoru showed a gratified smile.

"Brother Wutiao will teach you how to fight well?"

"Huh?" The Chanyuan didn't even seem to understand what Wutiao Wu meant.

Gojo Satoru came up behind him, took his hand with both hands, and helped him into a pose.

"Brother Wutiao wants to teach you how to beat him more happily."

Zenyuan Shi Ye's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"I'm your Wutiao elder brother! Did you actually use a question?" Wujo Wu also pouted, feeling slightly annoyed.

Zenyuan Shi also quickly changed his words: "Yes! Brother Wutiao taught me, it will definitely be possible!"

That's right.

Gojo Satoru smiled gratifiedly again: "Hey, remember, you have to be happy when beating someone! If you are not happy, then it is better not to be beating."

"Yeah!" Zenyuan Shi also nodded vigorously, "Got it! I remember everything!"

"Good~"

The picture starts to flow.

Gojo Satoru took the man across from him as a teaching tool, and taught Zenyuan even how to avoid it and how to make moves.

When teaching the Chanyuan to use Jiangxue before, he taught some fighting skills by the way.During this teaching process, he could feel that it's not that his cat doesn't remember those things.

To mention a little bit, those memories, as well as the memories that he had seen in the Zen garden before and remembered in his mind, all woke up in his body.

Rapid progress.

This was Gojo Satoru's first reaction.

It's really his cat!

Gradually, he let go of his hand.

one, two, three...

The sources of malice were defeated one by one, and then disappeared into this illusion.

He looked at the smile on the corner of Zenyuan Shiye's mouth, and sighed with his chin: "That's right!"

He couldn't help but think of the appearance of his cat covered in blood a few times before.

Not only was there blood all over his body, but the expression on his face also revealed how uncomfortable his cat was.

Cats like that make me feel bad.

It wasn't until all sources of malice were gone that his cat ran back.

Zenyuan Shi also raised his face, and his voice was even full of excitement: "Brother Wutiao! The bad guys are gone!"

Gojo Satoru fished it out casually, grabbed the Chanyuan thing and sat down on his lap, then asked, "Are you happy?"

"Yeah!" Zenyuan Shiya replied, "Happy!"

"Right?" Gojo Satoru raised his chin slightly, "Don't think too much, what do you care about so much? Let's talk when you feel good."

"Yeah!" Zenyuan Shi also nodded, "What Brother Wu Tiao said is right!"

The two looked at each other, the setting sun shone from their sides, the light and shadow gradually changed, and the night came soon.

While hugging Maomao and looking at the sky full of stars above his head, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

The starlight suddenly disappeared, and there was no light as far as the eye could see.

He knew that this was a small black room.

The little black house still appeared.

"Brother Wutiao..." Zenyuanshi also shrank into his arms, tightly hooked his fingers on the clothes on his shoulders, and said in a panic, "It's so dark."

Gojo Satoru could feel that even without the original memory, his cat was still instinctively afraid of the dark.

"Afraid of the dark?" He asked knowingly.

"Hmm..." Chanyuan Shi also nodded, and replied truthfully, "It's uncomfortable."

"Isn't it okay to have brother Wujo?" Wujo Wu asked again.

Zen Yuan even froze for a moment.

Disordered memories churned in his mind, making him a little confused between illusion and reality.

Oh, this is really Wujo brother.

"It's fine!" He turned his arms around Wutiao Wu's neck, "Brother Wutiao is the best!"