Undead meow of a certain college

Holding the "Guidelines for Feeding Cat Owners", Wujo came out of the pet store and was going to buy two more buttered potatoes.

Eat one for yourself and one for the black-haired boy.

After eating all of them, he must like to eat. He is so considerate, so of course he will bring someone a copy.

—He seemed to have forgotten that he had force-fed the buttered potatoes.

Suddenly, noticing someone coming from behind, he turned around with a bright smile, and said hello, "Hi~Jie~"

"Enlightenment," Xia Youjie saw the bag hanging in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

The cute cat drawn on the paper bag should not go well with tall people, but because he is Gojo Satoru, it looks surprisingly harmonious.

"This one~" Wujo Gojo opened the paper bag like offering a treasure, and took out the "Guidelines for Raising Cats for Cat Owners".

"Look, I just bought it!"

Xia Youjie turned a page, and after confirming that the content matched the cover, he asked doubtfully, "Do you want to raise a cat?"

Gojo Satoru smiled mysteriously, and replied, "I already have it."

After a second of silence, Xia Youjie asked back, "You mean the child you brought back?"

Child?

Wutiaowu thought of the Buddhist monastery.

The boy was thin and small. Although he was the same age, the term "child" couldn't be more appropriate.

Your name is fine, the next second is mine!

"Yes, that kid," Gojo Satoru replied, "like a cat."

Xia Youjie flipped the page again and asked, "Then you want to raise him as a cat?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at the "Cat Owner's Support Manual" that had been opened, and happened to see one item: Regularly trimming the cat's nails can prevent the cat from hurting people.

"Well~" He pushed up the sliding sunglasses, "He's a child."

Xia Youjie: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Wujo Wu said, hooking Xia Youjie's shoulder, "Kids like butter potatoes, Jie, you can go buy them with me."

Xia Youjie followed him and asked, "Are you sure he likes it?"

Gojo Satoru pondered for a while, and replied, "Definitely!"

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Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Vocational School of Magic.

Zenyuan Shi also retracted into the quilt again, doubting life.

Just now, the family has been here once, and the scene that he thought was a dream reappeared, making him feel bad all over.

He had wanted to escape from the Chanyuan home countless times, but this did not mean that he had expectations of people in the outside world, and he wanted to escape to a place without people.

No one, no malice.

Of course, Gojo Satoru is different, the strongest who doesn't care about ants won't be malicious to him.

But that person... really didn't have any malicious intentions, and was even as gentle as the mother who once doted on him.

At that time, he didn't have the ability to perceive malice, and he didn't know what kind of heart his mother used to love him back then.Was the mother back then like that person just now, gentle and harmless?

But if so...

Will that person just now become like his mother one day, and the malice towards him is so strong that it suffocates him.

While thinking wildly, he heard the sound of the door opening again.

Turning around subconsciously, he saw Wujo Wu coming against the light.

The setting sun in spring was mostly covered by the tall figure, he couldn't see Gojo Satoru's face clearly, and all his attention was focused on Gojo Satoru's right hand.

That hand was holding a dagger, and the black blade was slightly red under the setting sun, as if it had just been stained with blood.

Even the Chanyuan stopped breathing.

Perhaps affected by the emotions just now, a thought that made him feel a little absurd suddenly appeared in his mind.

——Is he... came to kill me?

——Does he... already know the darkest thoughts in my heart?

——He is Gojo Satoru, so it is only natural that he can know so quickly, right?

——But he is Gojo Satoru, how could he come to kill me so easily?

——He is Gojo Satoru, he...would he have ill intentions towards me?

—Impossible.

Questions filled Zenyuan Shiya's mind, and he didn't realize that his body had automatically started to shrink back.Little by little, it was about to shrink to the edge of the bed.

It was clearly something he had been looking forward to from the very beginning, but why did he back down?

Because of the feeling of fear of death?Or out of fear of malice?

Or maybe it was because...that was Gojo Satoru.

The feeling of weightlessness came suddenly.The second after being invaded by the cold, Zenyuan Shiya found himself hugged together with the quilt again.

Warmth enveloped him once again, as if the instant cold had never appeared before.

In front of him was Gojo Satoru's face that he hadn't seen clearly just now, and that face had a completely different expression from what he had imagined.

Gojo Satoru was laughing.

He is laughing.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, before Zenyuan even had time to think about how the door was closed, he found that his hand was dug out from the quilt by the person hugging him.

Then, the bloody dagger was stuffed into his hand.

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded above his head: "Do you like it?"

The Chanyuan didn't say anything, he didn't understand how things had turned into the current situation.

The dagger was placed in his hand, heavy.

He wouldn't fall twice in the same place, and he was sure it was a real dagger, unlike the "fruit knife" before.

Moreover, it is worth a lot.

Gojo Satoru's next words also confirmed his conjecture.

"The person who sent the questionnaire seems to have completed the task. If he couldn't find it, he found this for you." Gojo Satoru grabbed Zenyuan Shiya's hand, put the dagger in front of his eyes and gestured casually.

"The super-grade spell tool that was born in the flower planter is said to be the sharpest weapon in the world. It was bought by the Wutiao family at a high price many years ago and has been kept until now. The name is 'Jiangxue', and the price...don't care about it, the price is not important."

The price is not important, the important thing is fit.

Hearing this, Zen Yuan even tightened his grip on the dagger.

The value of this dagger was greater than he had guessed, and it turned out to be a super-grade spell tool.

Why?Why give him this?

Zenyuan Shiya fell into confusion, but Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that there was no response from the monastery, Gojo Satoru stopped his one-sided narration and asked, "Child, do you understand this name? 'Jiang' means red, and 'Xue' means white snow."

Crimson snow is the language of flower growers.

The blood-colored dagger was supposed to be called "Crimson Blood", right?Crimson blood.

However, the name of this dagger has a homonym of "blood" in order to conceal the obvious. The first thing people think of when they hear this name is the snow falling in succession.

"Crimson blood" became "snowfall".

Chanyuan Shi also tightened his grip on the dagger, he understood.

During these years at the Chanyuan home, even during the time when his mother forcibly locked him in the small black room, his sources of information were never lacking.

Because his greatest source of information is the mother herself.

His mother was often hysterical in front of him, asking him why he was such a waste.But sometimes, the mother would pull him peacefully and teach him all kinds of knowledge just like when she was pampering him.

Mother would smile at him, would forget that he was a waste, and would whisper in his ear over and over as before: We will definitely be great in the future.

She lived in the dream she wove, and she stubbornly believed that he should have the wisdom to match his strength.

But...it would be nice if it was really a dream.

The strong malice never disappeared, reminding him of what is real all the time.

"Child?"

Gojo Satoru's voice pulled him back from his memories, and he finally said, "Aren't you afraid that I will use it to do bad things?"

Gojo Satoru still smiled, and didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Isn't this something you should consider?"