I heard you are the strongest in the world?

Although I didn't become the Daji of the magic world, I still invited King Wu Zhou to my house for a sit-down.

Daji or Daji is not important, the most important thing is to thank him for coming all the way to save my life, and by the way, it would be even better if he could sign me on the contract.

I thought Gojo Satoru would teleport me back with me, but I didn't expect him to take an unusual path and insisted that I carry him with a magic wand.

It's not impossible, although I think this scene is eye-catching, but I decided to satisfy all the requirements of the savior, let him sit in the back seat of the wand, and try to maintain a comfortable and efficient speed to fly home.

Gojo Satoru hugged my waist, and Otori leaned on my shoulder comfortably, the warm heat dispelled the discomfort I felt when that thing crawled on me just now.

By the time I got home, I had completely shaken off the negative emotions I had just had.

Gojo Satoru has been to my house many times, but every time he comes and goes in a hurry, this seems to be the first time I invite him to come in and sit.

Fortunately, I am diligent in tidying up (mainly because I am afraid that Senior Qi Mu will come over suddenly), and the house looks quite tidy.

I greeted Gojo Satoru to sit on the sofa, and graciously served him a plate of coffee jelly. Under the influence of Saiki-senpai, I have become accustomed to coffee jelly as a necessity.

While Gojo Satoru was eating coffee jelly, I picked up the contract on the table, and the name of Chuya Nakahara on it had disappeared. It was not erased by me, but was automatically cleared by the contract without establishing a magic connection.

Recently, Mo Ke got drunk like mud at every turn. It is obviously not reliable to continue to let him keep it. There is no guarantee that one day when I need him, he will be drunk and spit out something else for me. Put it in the middle of the table, you can see it all the time, it can be regarded as a disguised reminder to me not to forget this matter.

Anyway, we are so familiar, I said it more than once in front of him, and I didn't bother to repeat it, so I handed the contract to Gojo Satoru, "Please sign it for me!"

"Hey~" Even with the blindfolds on, you can see that Gogo's eyebrows are going to fly, "Why did you suddenly ask me to sign? Didn't you say you want to find the strongest?"

I glanced at him suspiciously, and always felt that his words sounded sour, but considering that he had acted affectionately just ten minutes ago, I didn't dare to think in this direction, it was just an ordinary Touted, "Because I finally found out that you are the real strongest!"

That's what I said, but in fact I didn't take it too seriously. Strong must be very strong, but as for whether it is the strongest, it is not up to me. I have to sign the contract and let myself decide.

Maybe it was because Gojo Satoru knew me too well, and I even harassed him. Although I thought he might be, I still didn't dare to have high expectations.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Zhongyuanzhong is a living lesson from the past!Although I tried my best to comfort myself, when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I almost vomited blood, okay!

Gojo Satoru took the contract, read it carefully, and said casually, "At least give me a new one?"

I didn't notice the problem at all, and replied without thinking, "Because I want to sign in a meaningful place!"

"Then why is Mr. Nakahara's signature missing?" Gojo Satoru held the contract in front of me with two fingers, "Unless the entire piece of paper is invalidated, there is still no way to completely erase the handwriting, no matter how hard you write. Or something else, there will always be such a trace.”

He supported his chin with one hand, "But on this so-called "joke" contract, the signature completely disappeared, as if it never existed. How did you do it?"

"You know, the physical fitness of conjurers far exceeds that of ordinary people, so my observation skills are also very strong!" Gojo Satoru flipped the contract in front of the light with great interest, "The paper that is written and then erased is the same as the paper that has never been written on. The paper that has been written by someone is in two super different states~"

Before I could figure out how to answer, Gojo Satoru seemed to get the answer from me, "If it's not you, it seems that there is something wrong with this contract."

Can this person read minds?Talk to yourself the whole time and then the reasoning is over!

Tired, I feel that with my IQ, lying now is self-defeating, but the contract is absolutely pollution-free and pollution-free, I can guarantee this.

"It can't be said that there is a problem." I hesitated and tried to say something good about the contract, after all, Wujo Satoru had to sign it, "It will have a small... small effect that you don't realize, but I can guarantee it. No harm!"

"Hmm, what kind of small effect would that be?"

I smiled dryly, not thinking about how to answer, my world will merge into your world... Such a small effect, if you say that, you will definitely be arrested and investigated in detail!

"It's not a serious side effect, are you still a man? There's so much nonsense!" Mokona, who didn't know when he lay under the table, suddenly cursed.

Drinking again, definitely drinking again Mokona!I said why I didn't see it when I entered the door. It turned out that I came here after being drunk!

Now it is not a question of side effects at all, but a question of positive effects!

"What is this?" Gojo Satoru picked up the Mokona that fell on the ground, and the round ball of Mokona really didn't feel like it.

Originally, I wanted to say that this was just a talking doll, but the drunk Moko started to moan and whimper when he was pinched.

Don't make things any more complicated Mokona!

It's not that I'm targeting Ms. Yuko, but the setting of Dimensional Witch sounds alarming!

Speaking of which, a store that grants any wish is also a villain!

The painting style has changed from a poor girl in another world who wants to find the strongest help in the world to save the world together, to an evil organization planning the whole world behind her back!

I stopped talking for a while, and finally looked at Gojo Satoru sincerely, "Would you believe me if I said this is the latest AI interaction?"

"I will believe it," Gojo Satoru looked at me with a smile, as if he didn't care whether I would tell the truth, he played with a lock of hair from my ear, "But I will investigate in private what happened. "

Isn't this simply unbelievable!

Not only did you not believe it, but you also made the atmosphere like you would believe anything I said!

I was silent for a moment, and I was entangled in my heart. It’s not impossible to tell him. When I got the contract, I asked Ms. Yuko if I could let other people know about this matter. The expectation that it will be good to get help from others.

Miss Yuko just took a puff of a cigarette, and told me with some compassion that she had met many people who asked this question, but most of them had no good end.

No matter how you look at it, this means that it is best not to, but I still want to believe in Gojo Satoru.

Because I think he's a good guy.

It’s not the kind of Nakahara Chuya who hasn’t met a few times, just because he helped me, so he ignored the other kind who said he was a good person (after all, people who have no common sense should know that the mafia is actually not a good person, except me. His junior high school classmate Sawada Oyoshi, to be honest, I really doubt what kind of organization can make him the leader), but something deeper, something that occasionally reveals something heavy from him.

Alas, okay, I admit that my filter for Gojo Satoru is a bit heavy, but I can't help it if my brain does it without authorization!

Although I don't have much experience in seeing people, and I was probably deceived by him, I still want to trust him once.

And most importantly, even if I don't believe him, nothing will change!

Obviously, Gojo Satoru will not sign this contract until the matter is clarified. As long as I want him to sign it, I must tell him everything.

It's an endless loop!

As long as I still want the signature of the strongest man in the magic world, I can't escape this endless loop, that is to say, the only option is to tell him the truth...

Doesn't that mean there is no choice!

Gojo Satoru didn't urge me at all, and sat on the sofa calmly playing with my hair. I always felt that he seemed to see through what I was thinking, and his whole person exuded an aura that was sure of winning.

This feeling of being seen through by others makes me a little uncomfortable... No, this can't be called being seen through, it's just being played by Gojo Satoru in the palm of my hand!I realized this belatedly.

Damn, then I was too passive the whole time!I'm going to stand up mentally!

I sat next to Gojo Satoru, and stared at him with my big sparkling Kazilan eyes, "If you agree to sign, I will tell you everything."

Well, although I didn't stand up, squatting halfway is still an improvement!

"Okay." Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold with a smile.

Huh?Is it so easy to agree?I felt as if I had punched the cotton. Although the punch was only half-strength, the opponent's reaction was even lighter than the cotton. With the blindfold on, does he have any other plans?

I asked alertly, "Why did you take off the blindfold?"

Gojo Satoru laughed, and blinked at me innocently, as if I had wronged him, shrugged his shoulders and opened up the contract solemnly, "Because I want to look more formal?"

Also, it's not impossible?Although I know that he is definitely not just for this, but now that I ask him, I can only pretend that I don't know anything.

I honestly explained the problem of world fusion to Gojo Satoru. On the way, I repeatedly emphasized that there will be absolutely no danger during fusion. For his world, it is as easy as adding a new MOD to the game.

"I didn't expect that our Mutsuki would still shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world!" Gojo Satoru's first reaction after hearing this was what I didn't expect.

How does this sound so strange?I always feel that I have been connoted.

But now is not the time to worry about these things, I stared at the pen in his hand tightly, and urged Gojo Satoru, "I'm done talking, now it's your turn!"

"Hmm..." Wujo Wujo rubbed his chin, "Even I can't make a decision on such an important situation."

"Yes!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, and said to me very handsomely, "In order to judge the danger of Mutsuki's world, I have to go and see it with my own eyes, so I will ask you tomorrow!"

Eh? !Why... what he said seems to make sense!

I immediately called the school and asked for a week off, go to school?What else to learn!

Who has time for school when it's time to save the world (suspected)?