After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

The terrifying blue-purple lightning just penetrated the entire space.

The high and raised bones were blown away by the scattered air waves, and blood rained down. Half of Gojo Satoru's face was covered with scarlet bloodstains, and thick blood dripped down the ends of his hair.

"God, that's all." Gojo Satoru pinched the opponent's neck with his boneless hand.

He almost used up all his magic power in the blow just now, and he only had one chance to kill a god. He even used a public spell to enhance the power of his own spell, just for the possibility of killing a god.

"It's impossible for you to kill me, human." The God of Wojin, who was lying in a pool of blood, said hoarsely, "Even if your power has surpassed the limit of human beings and is close to a god, you can't do anything I can't do." Impossible."

"You can't kill me."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

Indeed, the gods are creations of the Dao of Heaven. Compared with humans, they are immortal. If it is not for some specific circumstances that cause the soul to collapse, they will almost live forever.

But his purpose was not here from the beginning.

"Lord Misfortune God, I think you haven't figured out the current situation yet." The blood-stained human in front of him suddenly showed a crazy smile, "Killing you is just an option in my plan."

"It doesn't matter if you can't be killed, as long as you temporarily lose the ability to resist." Gojo Satoru said while forming a seal with one hand, the snow-blue curse pattern condensed in his palm, and there was a terrifying cold light in his eyes, "I just need your body to complete the seal, God of Misfortune."

"What did you say?" God's laughter stopped abruptly, and the ominous premonition reached its peak the moment the seal of Shura Ghost Prison was opened.

"You are right, we are indeed very similar." Wujo Wu watched blankly as the flames from Shura Ghost Prison completely engulfed the struggling figure, "We are all people who can do whatever it takes for our own goals."

Unsealing Shura Ghost Prison needs his eyes as a support, he forcefully opened his eyes, the pupils were as painful as being burned by fire.

"It doesn't matter whether you kill the gods or the five rebellious crimes of the law of heaven, it doesn't matter, as long as that person comes back to me, that's enough."

"Boom—" the sound of the barrier closing

The door leading to Shura's Ghost Prison was sealed again, and under the countless shaking chains, the god who embraced the death-returning jade closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Trembling, Gojo Satoru pushed aside the chains wrapped in flames with his bloody hands, and the white-haired god fell into his arms, and he reached out to catch his own god.

The snow-blue light just dimly lit up in the night.

The huge snow-white wings spread out behind the god, and those soft feathers had a hazy sense of light, slowly closing to wrap him gently.

Gojo Satoru raised his head as if feeling something, and the god with gentle brows and eyes hugged the back of his neck, and a gentle and restrained kiss fell on his forehead.

In the next second, the Death Return Jade placed in the heart of the god suddenly emitted warm light, and those star-like soft light fell on his fingertips bit by bit, silently healing the wound on his body.

"He is a person under my protection." The white-haired god said this, and his slender fingers slid gently on his forehead.

【So please forgive his mistake. 】

Wujo Gojo could clearly feel that something was disappearing from his body quickly, the stinging pain in his eyes was wrapped by a cold mantra, and the pain that was pressing hard on his heart and was about to tear him apart instantly disappeared.

In a trance, he seemed to hear an extremely low voice ringing in his ears.

【Heavenly Order】

Gojo Satoru raised his head abruptly.

"Wu, we will meet again soon." The white-haired god looked at him and slowly showed a relieved smile, and the feathers painted with the shadows of flowing clouds and cranes were gently lifted by the wind.

The snow-white feathers fluttered down, and Gojo Satoru eagerly reached out to grab the person in front of him who turned into light spots and dissipated, but all he could touch was the slightly cool air.

"Why is this..."

Gojo Satoru covered his blood-stained face with his hands, and between his slightly opened fingers, the bright red blood light slowly filled his entire eye sockets.

The color of the blue eye pupils changed, and the huge mantra power that was on the verge of collapse unconsciously split time and space, the pupil color was like the twilight before the rainstorm.

"Chirp~" A thin and soft bird call suddenly sounded beside him, Gojo Satoru looked down at the source of the sound, and the mantra that was close to the critical point suddenly withdrew,

A child who looked only six or seven years old was wrapped in snow-white feathers and squatted at his feet, swaying awkwardly and trying to grab his hanging fingertips.

"Mirror?!" Gojo Satoru squatted down in amazement, the madness in his eyes that was about to break through the shackles slowly melted into a soft blue.

The child who was suddenly hugged in his arms tilted his head, as if he didn't know anything about what happened in front of him, his clear eyes were full of ignorance.

When Yasaka Masamichi, who had just returned from a business trip, heard that his students almost demolished the Yasaka Shrine, his whole mood collapsed.

It's not that he doesn't know the virtues of the students he taught. The conjurer himself deals with spell spirits and negative emotions all day long. Anyone who works in this line of work has more or less psychological problems because of their special profession. There are also many life-long conjurers.

And as a reliable middle-aged man who has been divorced once and has reached the age of forty, Ye Mo Zhengdao said that his biggest pursuit in this life is to cultivate more talents for the magic world, and then he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life, challenge Things like looking for excitement are only suitable for young people with fresh blood.

But it was clear that the best students he had taught during his teaching career did not want him to make it easy for him to devote his life to education.What's even more outrageous is that when he returned to the high school, all the people present seemed to know the truth, but no one was willing to tell him the truth.

Until the door of the treatment room was opened by a man covered in blood.

"Hello, everyone." It was the familiar five-article greeting.

Gojo Satoru, with half of his face covered in blood, raised his hand and slowly greeted the dignified people in the room, with a relaxed expression as if he hadn't walked on the edge of life and death just now.

The heavy atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed.

Xia Youjie guessed that Wujo Satoru had successfully completed the plan when he saw Kanna Yuejing's spirit body disappear, but the divine punishment that the Servant of the Gods said hung in his heart like a stone.

He doesn't want to watch his best friend die, but he also knows that once the other party makes a decision, he won't change it. He can't stop the other party. Decide.

"Jie, I'm back." Gojo Satoru, who was holding a pile of clothes in his arms, smiled and said to him.

Xia Youjie, who was so nervous that he was almost ready to collect his best friend's body, heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately signaled his best friend to run away.

however--

"Come here and explain to me what's going on."

He didn't know that his student's trip was actually to kill the gods and cast a death stare at a certain white hair.

"How many times have I told you, don't let ordinary people discover the existence of conjurers."

"Sorry." It was still the familiar five-point apology.

Ye Mozheng looked at the relaxed expression of indifference in front of him, and the fist placed by his side was so hard.

My extroverted student is best at dancing in his minefield,

Noctua Zhengdao felt that his heart was really tired.

All conjurers who know him say that he has cultivated excellent students. During his tenure as the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration High School, the students who graduated from the high school have become the active backbone of the current conjuration world. The most let It was the two super magicians in front of him that everyone praised.

But only he knew how much trouble these little bastards had caused him secretly.

"This incident was actually an accident. At the Yasaka Shrine, I will ask the Gojo family to send someone to negotiate the compensation."

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and decided not to tell the other party that he had sealed the God of Misfortune and almost killed himself.

After all, in front of respected elders, even if he is a super magician, he can only bow his head obediently and be beaten and trained.

And speaking of this matter will only make the cold-faced and warm-hearted elder in front of him overly worried.

"Accidents! How many times have you been in accidents!" Ye Mozheng said, thinking of the mess he had cleaned up in those years, he had a headache. Know the news!"

"Sorry, Teacher Yemo." Gojo Satoru blurted out another sentence of apology. One look at the skillful apology process showed that this was not the first time this kind of thing had happened to Gojo Satoru.

"Five Satoru—"

"Chirp—" a soft bird cry.

The person wrapped in the haori poked his head out blankly. He looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, with long snow-white hair and blue pupils.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Gojo Satoru gently poked his lover's soft cheek.

"Chirp?" Little Shen Wuyue mirror stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. He probably just woke up and was still a little dazed. Gently moved the fluffy little wings.

Noctua Zhengdao, who originally planned to teach his students a lesson, just froze in place.

???

!!!

White hair, blue eyes, this is the level that anyone who sees it will yell, "Gross Gojo Satoru, you are such a big child".

Ye Mo Zhengdao silently thought about the possibility that his students took time out of their busy schedules to fall in love and the children were already six or seven years old.

Then he was shocked to find that this kind of young married child can be soy sauce happened to Wujo Satoru, and it didn't violate harmony at all.

"This is Lord Kamikaze." Gojo Satoru carefully wrapped the person in a feather.

It was too late to say it, but Xia Youjie and Jia Ruzizi, who had been far away for fear of being affected, immediately came together.

"Chirp—" Kannazuki, who was suddenly stared at by a group of people, shrank back into Gojo Satoru's arms in fear.

"Wu, you said this is a teacher?" Xia Youjie looked in shock at the six or seven-year-old child in his best friend's arms.

White hair, blue eyes, a child like a glutinous rice dumpling blinked at him, looking extremely obedient.

So Xia Youjie stretched out his hand tentatively, but before he even touched his teacher, he was blocked by an inexplicable force in the air.

It's an infinite formula.

Kannazuki, who was being held in his arms, tilted his head and looked at the person with the strange hairstyle in front of him.

"He's a strange uncle." Wujo Satoru said, turning his lover's eyes back to himself, "Kids, don't pay attention to such weird people, otherwise they will be arrested and sold."

In an instant, he became the typical Xia Youjie of a human trafficker in the mouth of his close friends: his fist is hardened.jpg

"I remember I'm one year younger than you, Wu." Xia Youjiepi replied with a half-smile.

What's more, what qualifications does a person who is covered in blood and looks like he just came out of the murder scene have the right to say that others are weird uncles?

Of all the people present, the one who is least likely to be a good person should be you Gojo Satoru, right?

"Okay, let me check the teacher first." Jia Ruozi said helplessly.

So Gojo Satoru carried the person in his arms to the bed, and when he was checked by Jiarui Nishi with the reverse technique, the other person did not show any expression of fear or anxiety. The small one wrapped in a haori looked like a A fluffy fledgling bird.

"Master Jing?" Sensing the familiar fluctuation of divine power, the half-dead rabbit Aluzhi opened his eyes suddenly with his ears on the side.

What responded to him was a gentle pat on the head from his teenage version of God.

It was too late and then it was too late, Ah Lu, who knew what he should do at this time, immediately ran into the arms of his own god with a rabbit hugging a tree, and showed a soft look against the threatening eyes of the two big men around him. belly.

"I've checked, and there's nothing wrong with Teacher's body." Jiarui Nitaka breathed a sigh of relief, "Although I don't know why Teacher became like this, but after having a body, the collapse of the spirit body disappeared. This is a fact."

"Master Jing's body is a crane." Ah Lu, who had recovered his rabbit appearance, curled up obediently in his adult's arms and lay down flat to touch, "But I have never seen the appearance of an adult larva, after all, Zhiri God has survived for thousands of years. The gods of the year are coming."

Xia Youjie looked down at his own teacher who had turned into a child in front of him, and a strange emotion sprouted in his heart.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be - fatherly love?

Xia Youjie, who was essentially a single older youth, was frightened by the strange thoughts that popped up in his head.

"Let's not talk about anything else, you've seen it now." Iamori Glass glanced at Kanna Tsukikage who was concentrating on stroking the rabbit, "Teacher, he can take care of himself like this, and he can't do without someone to take care of him." .”

"So you—"

"I can do it!" Xia Youjie immediately raised his hand to show that he could do it.

"Really?" Wujo Wu retorted coldly, "I am Kei's guardian, and I must have more experience than you when it comes to taking care of children."

"Don't be in a hurry to talk about this." Jia Ruozi immediately interrupted the quarrel between the two, and questioned his soul, "You two, do you know how to take care of children?"

The two adults who were suddenly silent: ...

Kanna Tsukikage whose IQ was temporarily offline after becoming a child: Keep your head down and focus on petting rabbits.jpg

After listening to his classmates repeatedly reassuring that he would take good care of the teacher, Jia Ru Nizi, who has some experience in taking care of children, rarely went out to a nearby supermarket in person.

The supermarket is far away from the college. After taking a taxi for more than an hour, I returned to the college with the things I bought. I was going to go back to see my teacher's house. Ru Nizi met Fu Heihui in the corridor.

"I heard that Teacher Kazama has returned safely." Fu Heihui said.

Probably because of his non-extroverted personality, this 16-year-old student sometimes acts more like an adult.

"Kumizhang wanted to take a look after he heard the news, but it was inconvenient because of the two-faced Nuo, so he asked me to ask."

"Don't worry, there's nothing serious." Jiarui Glass replied, "Now Wu and Jie are taking care of him, so you don't have to worry."

"You said Mr. Wutiao..." Fu Heihui's face instantly showed a surprised expression, as if he had thought of something bad, he dodged his eyes for a moment, then raised his eyes and spoke with some uncertainty.

"Miss Jiajin, then you——go back and have a look." Fu Heihui said.

I didn't expect the other party to react like this, and I was taken aback for a moment.

"Is there a problem, Fuhei?"

"No problem." He suddenly recalled that when he was a child, he slept on the same bed with an adult who became his guardian, and was kicked out of bed by the adult in the middle of the night, almost fainting on the spot.

It can't be said that it is unreliable, it can only be said that in terms of taking care of children, people who believe that his Wutiaowu is reliable are all naive.

"I don't believe what Teacher Wutiao and the others mean." Fu Heihui tried hard to consider his wording. "It's just that the teachers have never taken care of children, and they may make some common-sense mistakes in some aspects."

However, it turns out that this bit of common-sense error isn't actually just that.

The front foot gang and Fu Heihui swore that these two unreliable adults should be reliable this time, and the first thing they saw when they opened the door was two people surrounded by their teacher. One tried to feed milk and the other tried to feed braised pork.

After confirming the facts, you will feel that these two people are abusing children when you see them.

"Wujo Satoru! Do you know how to feed the child, you!" Jia Ruozi, who never expected that two of his classmates would take care of the child like this, quickly hugged the teacher who was about to cry, "You don't know The child is very fragile and needs to be fed in small bites! You put such a large piece of meat directly into his mouth! You want to choke the teacher to death, don’t you!"

"Is it a big piece?" Gojo Wu, who felt that he had torn the meat into very small pieces, looked at the finger-sized braised pork in the bowl blankly, "This is already a very small piece, I saw him eating—"

"Wow——" Kannazuki Kage who was tortured by two big men with no experience in raising children at noon spat out the braised pork in his mouth with a wow, and tears rolled in his eyes.

……

In an instant, the murderous Jiaruizi: I'm tired, let me destroy men and everything.