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【"Who cares about you! Of course you have to wear red for Christmas!"】

【"Right, summer oil?"】

--here we go again.

The rather happy mood was swept away, Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a thin line.

"Conjurer? Don't get in my way!"

However, the ignorant monster in front of him still refused to let go of Erika's hand.

The cold current mixed with ice and snow brushed against Gojo Satoru's cheeks, and the hair on his forehead was gently blown up. Except for the growing displeasure, Yukio's attack had almost no effect on Gojo Satoru.

This unexpected result made the opponent's eyes widen in disbelief, and Gojo Satoru realized that there was another monster approaching here.

Ah, I'm so upset.

Since he ran up to him by himself, he should have already made up his mind to be slaughtered.

Gojo Satoru's fingers moved, and when he was about to do something, he caught a glimpse of the blond girl clutching her abdomen in an extremely painful gesture from the corner of her eye.

Unlike the expression she wore when she was talking to him just now, the severe pain made Erika's eye sockets red, and a small mist stuck to her irises. She bit her lower lip, and her hand holding the gun was unstable for a moment.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, thinking that he seemed to have seen Erika's appearance somewhere.

Pretty cute.

Hey, is he really a pervert?

Gojo Satoru rarely began to question himself.

Although the order he received at the beginning was to [monitor Atobe Erika and judge its danger level], once the curse on [Atobe Erika] grew to the point where it was difficult to handle, he would personally exorcise it.

but……

The powerful mantra surged through the body of the girl in front of her, and finally merged into the heavy-looking gun.

With such a sudden infusion of mana, it was a wonder the gun showed no signs of breaking.

Wujo thought belatedly, for Erika, it seems that he has never fulfilled his duties as a teacher.

"If you don't let go, I will crush you."

Gojo Satoru's tone was indifferent, if it wasn't for the murderous intent in those eyes, Bingli would subconsciously think that the other party was just joking.

The gap in strength is too great. If you want to forcefully bring back the woman in front of you who is exactly the same as in the second generation's portrait, she may die here.

You have to bring the news back and tell everyone.

——At the moment when the attack failed, Bingli clearly recognized this point.

She let go of Erika's wrist, watched Gojo Satoru vigilantly, and slowly stepped back.

The overwhelming snowflakes instantly blocked the sight, and the moment the Snow Girl figure disappeared, the evil spirit condensed in the air also dissipated completely.

"If you just shot, it might kill her."

Gojo Satoru's expression returned to the usual one, and he put his hands back in his pockets, as if nothing had happened.

Cold sweat soaked Erika's back, she lowered her hand holding the gun, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't because of the threat of Yuki-onna—when recalling that Gojo Satoru's memory might come from her copy of capturing Hibari Kyouya, Erika's soul seemed to be shaken.Something hit the back of her head hard, and before she could react, there was the pain of a sharp object piercing through her abdomen.

It was as if she had just experienced a real death.

"That would cause big trouble. I don't want to die when I encounter Hyakki Yako when I'm buying supper at night." Erika calmed down, "And it might be a misunderstanding."

In fact, she wanted to hear some more clues from Bingli.

Because the woman in the second generation's portrait can't be her.

It should be [Yamabuki Otome].

It was the only copy where Erika didn't use her own face to set the character.

What exactly went wrong?

"Well, but for a moment just now Erika really wanted to make a move."

At the moment when Yuki Nu launched her attack.

Gojo Satoru's words made Erika pause.

"...Because I was scared."

So I accidentally forgot that you seem to be an invincible existence.

What's more, for monsters that can only be eradicated with spells and demon knives, the flame of anger of xanxus she used seems to be ineffective.

"It's you, teacher." Erika changed the subject, she looked directly at the other party, "Did you get angry just now?"

"Huh? No." Gojo Satoru looked away, his face full of indifference, "It's just that I'm a little annoyed because I always hear strange voices."

The development of things is somewhat unexpected.

Even Gojo Satoshi himself still doesn't understand his own actions.

Obviously, for the entire magic world, the death of Erika Atobe is undoubtedly a good thing-but when Gojo Satoru connected the word "death" with the name of "Erika Atobe", his heart broke Started to get shaky.

Gojo Satoru is not an emotional person by nature, and it can even be said that one of the things he is better than ordinary conjurers is that he will make a certain degree of sacrifice.

But his body was resisting the possibility of Erika Atobe's death - Gojo Satoru couldn't figure it out.

Had that curse on her done something to him?

Ahhh, I don't want to think, it's so hot.

"It's probably because I haven't slept for a long time that I have hallucinations." Erika diverted Gojo Satoru's attention, "Maybe you can go to Ms. Yarui to have a look."

Gojo Satoru smiled lazily: "I can do it if I can."

Erika didn't believe it: "So, teacher, do you still see a doctor?"

Gojo Satoru was short of saying that I knew everything on my face.

There was a brief silence in the air, Gojo Satoru had no intention of leaving, nor did he take the initiative to speak.

He drooped his eyelids, as if waiting for something.

Isn't he waiting for her to praise him?

Erika frowned suspiciously.

No, although Gojo Satoru usually does things according to his temperament, he should not be so naive.

So why did he keep staring at her?

Erika looked hesitantly at the mirror behind her.

Her hairstyle was not messed up, her makeup was not too fancy, and there was no strange thing on her face.

Could it be that he remembered everything so he was actively waiting for her to confess?

It doesn't seem right, Gojo Satoru's distressed expression when he said the phrase "I always hear strange voices" just now doesn't seem to be fake.

Stretching her head and retracting her head, Erika couldn't guess what the other person was thinking, so she asked directly, "What are you looking at, Mr. Wujo?"

The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and Gojo Satoru showed a smile of success in his plan.

"I just wanted to see what expression Erika would make if I suddenly stopped talking," Gojo Satoru said.

……

A cross popped out of Erika's forehead, her temples throbbed, and her teeth were clenched.

Kind of annoying, this guy.

The system has become a little strange since just now. Erika, who wanted to ask where the feeling of dying came from, rarely got a response after calling her name.

It was as calm as stagnant water. I don't know if there was something wrong with its so-called program, or because of what Su Nuo had done to it.

But Erika really felt a wave of sadness.

Exists in her head, but not hers.

"Are you crying?"

But when she asked so doubtfully, even the sadness disappeared.

It's so strange, I don't understand.

Is it because of that copy?But that dungeon is nothing special.In Erika's memory, the game ended after [Atobe Erika] saw Gojo Satoru coming.

It was a big failure, and even Hibari Kyouya's favorability was only in the sixties.

"A monster?" Hearing that Erika had met a monster, Nagasaki's wild rose was in disbelief, "I thought it was a lie."

Never heard of it is normal.After all, unlike curses, monsters have fixed bases of activity, and most of the time they don't appear in front of people.

At least in Tokyo.

Fu Heihui glanced at her: "I thought you knew why the air turned cold just now."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "...So it's not that the air conditioner is broken."

After saying this, she suddenly turned her head to look at Fu Heihui, "Wait, do you know what Atobu encountered a monster just now?"

The implication is that you didn't react at all just now.

Fu Heihui looked away: "Because the teacher has gone."

Although his personality is a bit weak, he is still very reliable at critical moments.

So there is no need to intervene.

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei was silent, thinking that she should not speak out that she thought Gojo Satoru was a pervert who followed her.

As if feeling a little guilty, she changed the subject on her own initiative: "Do you have any recommended shops, Atobe?"

She was referring to clothing stores, but also jewelry stores.

Unexpectedly, Erika paused for a roll call, and quickly recalled her shopping experience around Roppongi.

If the Tokyo of this world is the same as the Tokyo where she lives...

Ah, just remembered.

"I don't remember." Erika shook her head shyly.

I can't afford to shop in stores I used to visit.

Tears.

Nagazaki Yarose who didn't get the answer immediately made the decision to go shopping from house to house. Megumi Fukuro, who was forced to carry a pink shopping bag, looked sombre like a freshly burnt coal, so that she looked at Dai with the smoothie in her hand. Wearing small sunflower sunglasses and innocent face, the eyes of Yuzu Yuhito were full of hatred.

Erika stopped in front of the window of a jewelry store.

A silver necklace with sapphire crystals in the middle, with a slightly baroque design.

At a glance, Erika felt that it was the type that Nagasaki Yamei liked.

To this, Nagasaki Wild Rose responded: "Sure enough, it is better to go shopping with friends with good taste."

I don't know whether it was questioned about taste or suddenly expelled from friends, Knotweed Yuren and Fu Heihui:? ? ?

Not intending to explain at all, Nagizaki Ye Qiangwei looked back at Erika: "Buy two, get one free, Atobe should look good on you."

After saying this, she paused, "Just treat it as a gift from me."

Apparently, she still hasn't forgotten what Erika cried because of her part-time job.

Erika shook her head: "No, I prefer red."

As soon as the words fell, there was a cold touch on the neck.

Erika lowered her head and looked at the necklace on her chest.

"Isn't that nice."

It looks like the infinitely extending sky in the distance, and it also looks like the sparkling sea.

"The same color as your eyes."

Just because I wanted to do it, I did it.

Gojo Satoru himself couldn't give a reason.

Obviously there is no basis at all, but Gojo Satoru always feels that he seems to have forgotten something very important.

Fortunately, the waking preconscious [1] dominated his body.

Gojo Satoru thought of the photo of Erika in his mobile phone[2], which was taken in Yokohama, in front of the grave of his dead student [Erika Atobe].

He suddenly regretted that he had told those rotten oranges about Erika's body.

"Teacher." Erika stopped him.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, just in time to meet the other party's smiling eyes.

Soaked in helplessness, but also with the innocence and stubbornness of a child wanting to decide the winner.

"Do you do that to everyone?"

"..."

The summer wind is really hot and dry.

It was because of the bad weather, not because he was too lazy to think.

Gojo Satoru explained to himself childishly.

【"Incalculable danger, you said this yourself, Gojo Satoru."】

It doesn't matter, anyway, he is very strong.

If you can't figure it out, you can just stop thinking about it. Anyway, there is nothing you can figure out.

Maybe he was amused by his childish behavior, after a while, Gojo Satoru curled his lips.

His tone was quite casual, so casual that it was somewhat unpredictable whether it was true or not.

"Do not."

Gojo Satoru said.

"Only you."