Goujuan always refuses to confess

The whole room was quiet, except for the occasional slight rustling sound.

Anyone who walks here cannot bear to disturb this moment of tranquility.

The white curtains were drawn halfway, and the window was only opened a small slit to let in the air. The breeze that blows from time to time rolled up the edge of the curtain, raised an arc and then fell down.

The silver-haired boy on the chair beside the bed sat there quietly, holding the hand of the person on the bed with one hand, moving his knuckles delicately, pressing from the pulp of the finger to the palm of the palm with gentle force.

He slid his other hand to look at the phone. The muted phone kept jumping out messages, but there was no sound at all.

Losing his composure, the social beast conjurer's messages popped up on Juzhi's phone one after another, even if he saw Shibuya's mess, he had never been so excited.

——Just because someone who shouldn't be alive appeared in front of him.

As if he could see how the adult man on the other end of the communication software came alive in the text, Jianren Qihai must have poked his phone angrily, pouring all his emotions into it.

Jianren Qihai asked him why Hui Yuanxiong came back to life.

What else could it be?Because someone wished so.

Juzhi kicked back the question without change.

——"Qianhai Jianren, you should be more aware of why? Whose wish is this?"

--"I……"

——"Don't blame me completely. So did you go to find Yuu Haibara today? I'm a little surprised but expected, where did you find him?"

—— "The cemetery where he was buried... not only Haibara, but you also caused many people in Shibuya... Yoshino Junpei too."

Who is Yoshino Junpei?An unfamiliar name appeared in front of his eyes, and Shi Zhi spent some time thinking about it, and finally found the impression of this name in the corner of his memory.

He had heard the name Junpei in the heart of Knotabazu Yujin, when his first-year junior found him and wanted to resurrect this person.

Shizhi became a little interested, and he asked Jianren Qihai where all the resurrected people were, and how he knew who was alive.

The resurrection of a large number of dead people will definitely disturb the order.

However, the resurrection of the dead was not mentioned in the conversation with the high-level just now. Whether it was deliberately concealed or... not right, if it can be revealed from Jianren Qihai, then it does not need to be kept secret.

The high probability is not worth mentioning, so it was skipped.

Qihai Jianren did not respond to Shizhikong's follow-up questioning, and no matter what news Shizhi sent this time, it fell to nothing.

Coming to the conclusion that a social animal conjurer is busy, Shizhi switched the chat box out.

At first, he thought about whether Yoshino Junpei would be used as a pawn against Kojou Yuhito, but after thinking about it, Jue put this idea aside.

Now the knotweed Youren has nothing to do with him, he wants to pay more attention to the person in front of him.

In the field of human love and desire, the ten branches are not very transparent, and the seven orifices can barely pass the three orifices, and they are still staggering on the road of learning.

Just like Curlythorn once questioned what his feelings for him really were.

To this day, Shi Zhikong still regards this as liking.

A liking in an inhuman sense, perhaps, but his loss of control is real.

Putting down the phone temporarily, he pinched the spellcaster's hand over and over again, from fingertips to fingertips, until the white palm of the sleeping man turned red, Shi Zhi stopped.

"Spine." Calling the name of the spellcaster affectionately, Shizhi leaned forward, pressed the opponent's right hand against his forehead, and slid it all the way to his lips, "I will definitely give the knotweed Yuren to you for you. -"

When Gou Juanji woke up in a daze, what he heard was this sentence of death sentence for the junior student.

He was so scared that he woke up immediately.

Goujuanji's injury was very serious. He was cut off by Fumo Yuchuzi's domain for no reason, and he had no time to escape the moment the domain opened.

The moment Goumaki almost thought he was going to die, what Goumaki thought was, what should Tozoe Sora do?

Before he had time to develop this idea, he passed out due to the bone-piercing pain, and when he woke up, he was already facing Teacher Nitro.

Unclear consciousness detaches the magician from the world a little bit, and listening to people's speech seems to be separated by countless layers of barriers, and the vague voice enters the ears.

It was the judgment of his injury, the hindrance of the curse, and the generalization of Shibuya's situation. In his confusion, Goujuan seemed to hear the voice of a person who should be abroad.

The voice beside him said that he was going to kill Knotweed Yuuhito because he had chopped off his arm—

After that, Goujuanji fainted from shock, but he didn't expect to hear similar lines when he woke up.

It's just a different person.

With a sore throat and unable to utter a sound, the magician's habit is to read a vocabulary of rice ball fillings every day, because in getting along with the mind reader, he has learned to answer the other party's words with his heart.

——Bonito, dried bonito! !

As a patient with serious injuries, it is extremely difficult to arouse enthusiastic emotions. Goujuan felt that he had spent all his energy putting two exclamation points in his heart.

Although I don't know how Shi Zhikong by the bed went all the way, and I don't know how Otogu Yuta who seems to have returned to the country also went astray, the spell master tried hard to express his thoughts.

No, don’t, don’t do it to knotweed——

After mentally rolling the rice ball stuffing several times, the dog realized that he could read normal sentences silently.

Opening his eyelids with difficulty, the purple pupils slowly focused, and then the spellcaster saw a face that was close at hand.

The golden eyes were almost attached to him, staring straight at him, the silver-haired boy held his breath, so Gou Juan could only feel the oppression from above.

In addition, his right hand, which has a strong sense of presence, is held in a handshake. Because it has been stuck for too long, the palm of his hand is full of sweat.

On the other side, the arm was empty and unconscious.

At this time, the dog curling spine has a real sense of reality, and one of his arms is gone.

His arm...was...

All the memories of Shibuya come back, and Gou Juji only remembers running around every corner of Shibuya, using spells to evacuate the innocent people who were affected.

At the end of the memory, he had just finished running a place, stopped and took out the medicine to moisten his throat and was about to pour it down.

after?Then there is the "near death" that cannot be escaped.

Goujuan and Shizhi looked at each other for a while, then tried to lift their remaining arm, but couldn't.

The one-armed spellcaster didn't want to excuse Yuzu Yujin, but he knew very well that the main responsibility for the lack of his limbs did not lie with this junior.

What's more, with the character of Junior Knotweed, he must be immersed in a deep quagmire of regret at this moment and cannot extricate himself.

"That's right." Shizhi suddenly answered, "Kobashi Yuhito is about to be drowned by his own negative emotions."

He was referring to Knotaba Yuhito who was last seen in Shibuya.

Shizhi quietly listened to the dog's inner voice like a lantern, and finally got into the topic with a certain excuse.

He didn't say a few words on the knotweed Youren, and perfunctorily responded to Hexia Goujuan's request not to make a move on the knotweed Youren.

He should have agreed, but whether he will practice it or not is not something the spellcaster lying on the bed can see.

The silver-haired boy cuddled the spellcaster for a long time, almost groping him up and down, saying he was checking if there were any other injuries.

Even if there was, it would have been cured by Jia Ruozi long ago. What remains on Goujuan's body is only the curse to be dealt with, which makes his body very heavy, with occasional pain, and more because of the lack of spell power.

So lacking that Goujuan felt that he would not trigger any spells by speaking normally.

Shizhi touched the weak spellcaster who had just woken up, his face flushed, and a blush appeared on his pale face. He finally remembered that the other party was a sick patient, and was about to get up to pour a glass of water.

The silver-haired boy, who didn't have much experience in taking care of people, pondered for a second, then scooped up a cushion for the dog and stuffed it behind his back.

After turning around, his eyes narrowed slightly when his eyes touched the flowers in the vase on the bedside table next to him.

Dizzy and instilled with the status quo, the spellcaster slowly turned his head and saw the flowers still dripping in the vase.

Previously, Shizhi was so full of attention on Goujuanji, naturally ignoring the details of the surrounding environment.

—Who sent it?

"I probably know."

The silver-haired boy squinted his eyes, walked over to pick up the vase, said hello and walked out.

There is a high probability that the flowers were sent by Yi Guyoutai. It is normal for a classmate to visit someone who is hospitalized.

The white and tender petals were pinched and crushed, and the juice overflowed, sticking to my hands.

As his mood fluctuated downwards, the black disc above his head suddenly opened and closed a bit, and the uncontrollable black mud vented down, submerging and eating away at the floor at his feet.

As soon as the ten branches were loosened, the body of the vase and the lilies inserted in it fell to the ground.

There was no sound of ceramic shattering, the porcelain and flowers were silently swallowed by the black mud, only the faint and piercing burning sound continued.

The silver-haired boy watched the scene calmly, and when Baici completely disappeared, he hooked the corners of his lips.

After that, Shizhi went to pour the water, and returned to the door, where he stopped, the golden magic power of his fingertips was densely distributed in the air like threads, weaving the shape of the object.

First the outline of the vase, and then the curvature of the petals.

The fly in the ointment of the lifelike flower in a vase is the color.

As long as it is made of his magic power, it will always be golden.

Oh, now the golden color is mixed with a little dark ink, which is a little clearer than that night and dawn in Shibuya.

He walked in with water and newly created flowers. The spellcaster sitting on the bed looked out the window and turned his head when he heard footsteps.

--flower……?

"Accidentally dropped it, and I gave you a new flower as compensation." Shizhi smiled and handed over the cup, while the vase was placed on the bedside table, "The only one in the world, isn't it beautiful?"

The spellcaster frowned, his purple pupils moved from the bedside table to Shizhi, the smile on his face paused for a while, and he continued to look up.

The end of the line of sight is a black existence that has never been seen before.

——Beautiful, Sora, your control over mana power seems to be more refined... What's on the top of your head?

When everyone saw him since Shibuya, the first thing they asked was the thing that looked like an angel's halo except for the color and solidity.

"Huh? This." After two casual nods, Shizhi replied, "It's a 'gift' of all the evils in this world, even if 'he' doesn't admit it."

He frivolously exposed the fact that he had robbed or seized a certain source of heroic spirit's power, and brought the topic back to Gou Juanji in a few clicks.

This time he didn't sit on the stool, but leaned forward and sat sideways on the bed.

Shizhi's hands touched the gaps in Goujuan's missing limbs, and his fingertips brushed past the gaps in the bandages, with an inexplicable light shining in his eyes.

Goujul should have felt sore and itchy, but the curse lingering on the wound made him unconscious.

Moreover, Shizhikong has undergone some changes.

Gou Juan didn't face the moment when Shi Zhikong's emotions collapsed and lost control, he only listened to the story afterwards in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

At this time, looking at the silver-haired boy at a close distance, I can only feel that there is a layer of haze on him.

The same is true for the smile, no matter how bright and bright the colors are, there is always a shadow hidden.

--what happened?It was because of the day when he was affected by the two-faced Su Nuo...

"That's right, Thorn." The voice in his ear interrupted Goujuan's thoughts, he followed the voice and looked over, Shi Zhikong's body was almost "pressed" on top of him.

Considering that the dog roll was an injury, the silver-haired boy supported most of his strength with his hands, maintaining a distance of a few centimeters.

With meteor-like golden eyes shining, and a seductive smile drawn on the corners of his lips, matched with the newly added gloomy temperament, he asked next to the curser's ear.

"My ability has improved a lot."

"Do you want to make a wish to me, and make a wish to control your spell?"