Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

Knotweed stood jaw-dropping at the foot of a temple dedicated to a Chinese god.

Unexpectedly, Wujo Wu's so-called family activities turned out to bring him back to his old place.

Yokohama Chinatown is the largest Chinatown in Japan.

The last time I came here, I stayed in the hood all the time. I finally got to the dessert shop to come out and relax, but I encountered a murder case, and many things happened in the middle. I didn’t visit Chinatown as I expected. Little pity.

There are intricate alleys on both sides.Within 500 meters of the house, there are 240 restaurants.

It is said that the New Year will be a lot more lively, there will be lion dances, hanging lanterns, etc., many activities limited to the New Year...

Standing at the entrance of Chinatown, the Shanlin Gate, built by overseas Chinese and Japanese people, is a symbol of post-WWII revival. The archway is engraved with "Kinen Shannei" which means benevolence and closeness, and being kind to neighbors.

Gojo Satoru took the arm of Knotweed and walked through the huge archway with a sexy style. He frowned unconsciously because of the rough bandage on the bottom of his hand. He moved his palm up, along the bend of his arm to the back of Knotweed's neck, and stuck his palm all the way to the back of Knotweed's neck On the warm skin of the other party, while feeling the temperature of the palm, the thumb unconsciously fiddled with the soft hair end of the other party.

Knotweed was still focused on the surrounding scenery without looking back. The five Wu thumbs twisted and twisted, slightly pulling at the smoky pink hair of the other party. Head, amuse yourself.

The knotweed that was stroked against its hair turned around.

Gojo Satoru had an innocent smile on his face, but his hands kept moving.There was a height difference of more than ten centimeters between the two of them, and Gojo Satoru could comfortably keep his palm on the back of the knotweed's head.

Knotweed was a little helpless, although it was September, the weather was still not cool, so together, he was fine, and Gojo Satoru, who had added a coat, would definitely be hot.

Seeing that Gojo Wu didn't intend to stop, the knotweed raised his hand, and grasped Wujo Wu's raised arm with poison. Half of his warm palm rested on the rolled-up sleeve, and half of it fit perfectly with Wujo Wu's fair skin.

Gojo Satoru looked at the knotweed draped over his arm like an armrest, stared at the part where his skin was in contact with the opponent, and complained in a calm tone.

"So hot."

"Put your hands down when it's hot."

"No."

The two very handsome (sultry?) people maintained such a strange posture, under the eyes of everyone, they shuttled through the streets and alleys, wherever there was a scent, there were them.

Drinks are of course indispensable for fun, and this is still applicable to the strongest magicians.

After ordering himself a cup of red bean pudding milk tea, Gojo Satoru, who would only take his hands away from the knotweed when eating, saw that the knotweed was empty and stuffed another cup of red bean matcha crushed ice into his hand .

"Frozen hands, so you hold it for me." - Wujo Satoru explained by stuffing the crushed ice wrapped in a paper holder into the arms of the knotweed.

Of course, the knotweed can see what the other person is thinking, knowing that it was bought for him, although he is not very interested, he still thanks him, and after taking it, he took a big sip to save face.

Wow, it's really sweet.

Gojo Satoru bowed his head and did not speak, his eyes behind the sunglasses were fixed on the milk tea, as if he could stare at the flowers——

There are really flowers.

Small flowers like dandelions are printed on the outer wall of the paper cup of milk tea. Wujo Wujo looked at the open circle surrounded by several vertical lines and fell into deep thought.

Observing Gojo Satoru's expression on the side, the knotweed seemed to be able to read men's minds. He politely borrowed a marker pen from the clerk who kept peeking at them, and handed it backhand to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Gojo took the pen as usual, and turned his wrist a few times, as if he was warming up.

Anyone who is familiar with Wujo Satoru knows that this person does not warm up even when fighting.

The curious knotweed walked around Wujo Wu's side, his head was very close to the opponent, and his breath was sprayed on the side of the opponent's neck, and Wujo Wu, who was a little itchy, directly raised his arm to block it.

Knotweed took advantage of the situation and rested his chin on Wujo Wu's arm, looked sideways at the plain printed stick figure on the cup wall, and asked with some doubts, "What does Wujo want to do?"

"Return to your eggs." Wutiao Wutiao didn't even raise his head, he found a good angle, and drew peas eyes and a triangular mouth on the dandelion. "You have painted so many times, I only painted once, and you still owe me a lot, you must be conscious."

It’s been a long time since the knotweed painted sunglasses on the eggs. Seeing that Wujo Satoru hadn’t responded, I thought that the knotweed that hadn’t been discovered even had a trace of regret at the time, like a comedian who couldn’t shake his burden, and would have to do it again every two days. Try it again, I didn't expect...

Knotweed, who had made a mistake, sneered twice, looked away for a moment with a little guilt, and then, as if thinking of something, signaled Gojo Satoru to change.

Gojo Satoru didn't refuse, and watched as Yuuhito Knotabagi, who had very limited drawing skills, drew a badminton-like self next to the dandelion Knotweed.

"Number of times +1."

Knotweed turned a deaf ear to this, and did not stop after killing Wujou Wujo. Playfully, he carefully arranged Fuhei, Nagasaki, Shun and others one by one in the spare space. The men with smoky pink hair can fill in one or two more in the vacant spaces. I don’t know if it’s because the knotweed painting technique is too abstract or the person himself is not eye-catching.

When returning the pen, the clerk was a little hesitant to speak, and the knotweed, aware of this, did not leave in a hurry, but patiently waited for the other party to organize his words.

"Excuse me, please," the short clerk blushed under the puzzled gaze of the knotweed. The more nervous he became, the more flustered he became. In the end, the clerk almost desperately pointed his thumb at himself and said in a trembling voice, "K.KonoDIO!"

The air was quiet for a moment.

After a brief stupor, Knotweed combined his attire to understand the meaning contained in the other party's extremely abstract conversation. After coming to the outside world for a long time, after interacting with ordinary people, he finally realized how much his bandages and corsets match. The unusual Knotweed bent down with a smile, and gently grabbed the wrist of the clerk who didn't dare to raise his head. After making sure that the other didn't resist, he put the pen in the other's palm, and said with a light smile, "I like Jonathan better."

After waving to the blushing clerk, Knotweed walked towards Gojo Satoru who was quietly waiting beside him.

The clerk followed the back of the knotweed with his eyes all the way. When the other party was about to leave the line of sight, the white-haired man beside him turned his head, glanced at her with a half-smile, and rubbed the knotweed with his spare hand, which had already been messed up. up hair.

"Ah! Did you wipe the water on my head!"

The clerk watched the two leave, and the excitement was hard to calm down for a long time.

Holding the processed milk tea, the two naive ghosts fought and romped together to eat and eat.

When the clock rang the hour, Knotweed felt the familiar pull from inside his body, patted the white-haired man behind him who was still hanging on him even though it was too hot, and said helplessly, "Sorry, it seems to have reached the limit."

As if he had no bones, Gojo Wu, who put all his weight on the knotweed, checked the time, looked up at the sky, pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and muttered to himself: "There are only four Hours...it's not dark at all and there's no atmosphere at all..."

For a moment, Knotweed didn't understand the reason for the other party's disappointment, but turned his head suspiciously, watching Wujo Satoru take out a thick stack of IDs, big and small, from the pocket of the coat that he wore all day long.

"Give you."

"What is this?" Knotweed took it with some doubts. At first, he just flipped through it casually. The moment his brain finally realized the object in his hand, there was an unconcealable astonishment on his face. A man with his own expression.

After the man handed the things to Knotweed, he took out his mobile phone and turned on the video mode. Satisfied with Knotweed's astonished expression, he explained complacently.

"This is your identification, ID, driver's license, bank card, etc. It's completely legal~"

"You must keep Master Wu's favor in your heart, even though you bought him with the difference in the price of your 'part-time job'."

The huge amount of tax that Gojo Satoru collected when paying wages has gone, and Knotweed, who learned that Gojo Satoru had started preparations so long ago, subconsciously pursed his lips, with complicated emotions in his heart.

The man didn't care about the silence of the other party, the expression of the knotweed had already explained everything, he hugged the person in his arms tighter, lowered his head slightly, and said in a soft tone that he didn't realize in the other party's ear:

"Welcome to my world, Yuren."

"..."

Looking at the certificate in his hand, Knotweed took a deep breath, trying to calm down his surging and complicated mood, and after a short silence, he looked up at Gojo Satoru.

"It is said that there will be many activities during the New Year," Knotweed rubbed his ID card in his hand, staring at Gojo Satoru's eyes without blinking. "Can Wu come with me again?"

Ice blue and bright gold, two pairs of eyes with a strong sense of inhumanity are facing each other through the sunglasses.

Even now Gojo Satoru has not got off from the body of the knotweed, the height difference of more than ten centimeters is just enough for Gojo Satoru to easily get the head of the knotweed in his arms, and in the posture of locking his throat, Gojo Satoru threatened: " Of course, if you don’t come with me, who do you want to come with.”

He met him, two lonely beasts, in the vast sea of ​​people, crossed the world, distorted the cause and effect, and at the same time found the existence that can cause their own souls to tremble.