Only 100 days left in life

The rest of the Demon Slayer Team all turned their gazes to Gojo Satoru, as if they were very dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru's offensive words.

Several of them even ground their teeth and planned to do it directly.

But Gojo Satoru still acted as if nothing had happened. Not only did he ignore the extremely dangerous stares from the pillars, but he also whistled quite leisurely.

He leaned lazily on the stone pillar on one side, and looked at the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad whom he had never seen before with an interesting attitude.

Hearing these words, Knotabagi Youroto's eyes lit up.

"Teacher Wutiao is right!" He said excitedly, and immediately felt a strange foreign object flying towards his knee.

Knotabagi Yuhito took a sharp step back, avoiding the stones thrown by others.

After the stone hit the air, it rolled to the ground and landed right at the Lord's feet.

Ubuyashiki Yoya sighed helplessly, and glanced at the person who made the shot along the direction where the stone was thrown.

His gentle and calm eyes obviously played a very powerful role. Tokito Wuichiro who threw the stone lowered his head silently, as if admitting his mistake.

Fuguro Hui half-kneeled on the ground, helping Mariko Shiratori pack the refrigerated blood that had just been taken out from the hospital's blood bank.

Hearing this sentence, he calmly moved away from the knotweed Youren next to him, "The principal will kill you. Absolutely."

"That's right," Nagasaki Yeqiangwei didn't care about her wearing a skirt, and squatted down to help tear the bags of blood, and put them away from Midouzi, "Only a fool would come up with such a bad way, Only an idiot would agree. Isn't that right, Maki-san?"

She didn't want to be chased around by the stuffed toy that Principal Moth made.

"Just get used to it," Zenin Maki said calmly, "Idiots are always like this."

The other second-year students around her all nodded in unison, agreeing with her point of view.

At this moment, Shiratori Mariko clapped her hands and stood up.

"I put it away, Mr. Miyashiki," she said in the direction of Yaoya Miyashiki, "In order to prevent you from saying that I mixed blood from other animals into human blood, I left some blood in each bag for you to use for testing .”

Seeing that Yuya Shiki Yoya seemed a little hesitant, Mariko Shiratori laughed.

"Please don't worry," she said, "and don't feel bad about 'receiving reserved blood is doubting me.' Actually, to say something arrogant, I know you trust me but everyone else out there obviously doesn't I think so, at least not entirely.”

Needless to say others, just Immortal Kawashiya, who had a conflict with her before, had already looked at this side three times when she placed the bowl.

Every time, she used an eager gaze, which made Shiratori Mariko feel that her back was almost on fire.

For Yuya Ubuyashiki's consideration, and for Mizuko and the others' consideration, it's better for them to test it too.

Yoya Shiki, the obstetrician, paused, and asked the child beside him to take the blood pack, and distributed it to the rest of Zhu present.

"I would like to ask, Miss Shiratori," his voice made everyone present feel like a spring breeze, "Is there any difference between these bags that store blood?"

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly.

"That's right, I asked for five—when the white-haired man next to me, I didn't expect him to bring so many," she explained, "But according to the label on the blood bag, each blood type should be different. smoked a pack"

Gojo Satoru automatically added the second half of the sentence for her.

"It's really very caring, Wujo is really too likable—"

The atmosphere of the serious discussion was abruptly interrupted, Shiratori Mariko stopped his continuing behavior with a blank face, "Gojo, shut up."

She didn't want to say such a thing, wake up, please.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and turned his head in the direction of Shiratori Mariko.

Soon, Shiratori Mariko realized that her stop obviously had the opposite effect, "Oh, Shiratori actually hates me, it's really sad, how can you be so cold-blooded and ruthless, turn your face and don't know me, the strongest spicy What about the teacher~"

Fu Heisher raised his eyelids, and glanced at Gojo Satoru with a bit of disgust.

At the same time, Fu Heihui also showed the same expression of disgust, and the expressions of the two of them almost reached a high degree of similarity.

The two father and son looked at each other, then turned their heads away at the same time.

Sure enough, only at this time, it is rare for the two of them to agree with each other's views.

After all the pillars—especially those who had the worst hatred for Tanjiro and Yadoko among them—had checked all the blood bags, Yoya Miyashiki nodded his head.

"Everyone has confirmed that these are indeed human blood, is that so?" he said.

The pillars all nodded.

"So let's start now?" Shiratori Mariko asked.

She was just about to take Mi Douzi who was sitting obediently on the other side, when the Immortal Kawasami under the stage spoke.

"Not enough," he said resentfully, "there's no thin blood in it."

Mariko Shiratori, who struggled to understand what he meant, said, "Huh? The blood packs of rare blood types are very precious, and it would be too wasteful to use them for this purpose."

She checked it just now, and the blood packs that Gojo Satoru brought were basically blood packs that would expire tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and needed to be disposed of somewhere.

"Use mine," Undead Kawa Minami rushed up to the stage in two or three steps, "My lord, I have offended you."

Without waiting for others to stop him, he took an empty bowl from the child next to him, and cut open his arm with the sun wheel knife that he carried, blood dripped into the bowl along the outline of the muscles, "My Blood is thin blood."

Yuya Ubuyashiki sighed, but still didn't say anything more.

On the other hand, Yuzu Yuren in the crowd elbowed Fu Heihui beside him, "Hey, Fu Hei, do you think this guy is a bit like that, that so-and-so."

He gestured and said, "But that squint-eyed guy with two strands of hair still remembers to draw blood in advance. This guy seems a little inflexible. Is that what Mr. Wutiao said last time?"

Gojo Satoru, who was staring at Yoya Yashiki thoughtfully, turned around and gave Kojou Yuhito a thumbs up, "That's right, that's it - Yuuhito is awesome! Everything the teacher said firmly Remember, not bad!"

Megumi Fukuro: "That's Kamo-senpai, not with two strands of hair and squinting eyes."

Kamo Kenji will definitely hit him when he hears it, absolutely.

"Hui-jun," Mariko Shiratori, who had listened to the whole process, reminded him with a suppressed smile, "Even if the knotweed didn't say the name, you still recognized it."

Doesn't this in itself show that the description of Polygonum cuspidatum is very vivid.To be honest, when she mentioned this description, she also thought of the conjurer named Kenji Kamo that she had seen before.

Fu Heihui, who was complained about: "White Bird, you learned badly from them."

The previous Shiratori was definitely not like this.Sure enough, it's all the fault of those unscrupulous guys.

Shiratori Mariko winked at him.

"Is it better that I didn't learn bad things before, or is it better now?" She said briskly.

Fu Heihui looked away uncomfortably.

"As long as it's you," his ears turned slightly red, "as long as it's you, it's fine."

"Oh, Fuhei is so cunning——" Knotabagi Yujin shouted loudly, "It's not fair! Fuhei, do you like me in the past, or the me in the present?"

He raised his face and looked at Fu Heihui, "It can't be the same this time, the answer that didn't answer anything - ouch! It hurts!"

Fu Heihui who knocked him casually withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Is it all right over there?" he asked.

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"Not yet," she said.

The high school gathered under the eaves, chatting about daily topics as if nothing had happened, while Immortal Kawa Minya on the other side stared at his own blood slowly dripping under the watchful eyes of Yuya Miyayashiki.

If the incision is too big, the lord will definitely be angry, and now he has spent a long time on a single drop of blood, and his ears are full of the sound of laughing and playing.It's really noisy.

When the amount he thought was appropriate, Immortal Kawashiya didn't even bother to bandage the wound, and simply put the bowl in the front position, "If she drinks it, it will prove that what that guy said is wrong, right?"

He shook the blade, and walked in the direction of Mi Douzi.

Mariko Shiratori, who didn't understand what he was going to do, blocked Immortal Kawasami, and the students of the high school also surrounded him, watching Undead Kawasami warily.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you know you can't win, so you just want to be a rascal - this little guy with the hedgehog head, I didn't say it, you're too mean."

Seeing so many people blocking the ghosts tightly, Immortal Kawasaki cursed in his heart that these people were crazy, and explained while suppressing his impatience.

"If this ghost ate people last night, it must not be in a state of starvation now. In this case, let me chop her—"

"Bushikawa, that's enough," Ubayashiki Yoya said, "Don't do this again."

His words were obviously quite effective. After a moment of stalemate, Undead Kawasami, who was still extremely unwilling, finally retreated to the courtyard.

"I was rude," he said through gritted teeth, "I offer you my sincerest respect, my lord."

"Whoa, is there really such sincerity?" Gojo Satoru said without hesitation watching the excitement, "I didn't see it at all~"

He smiled and said, "Brother, can you perform again? That, yes, that's the one—"

The veins on Immortal Kawasami's arm bulged, but thinking about being in front of the lord, he finally endured it.

Shiratori Mariko also sighed, considering that her height could not cover Gojo Satoru's mouth, she finally stretched out her hand reluctantly and tugged Gojo Satoru's sleeve.

"Stop talking," she pulled out Mi Douzi behind her, "Let's settle the matter of Mi Douzi first."

Ubuyashiki Yoya retreated to a safe position a certain distance away from Yadouko, the steps on the side were surrounded by pillars, and under the eaves, at the end far away from the blood, stood Mariko Shiratori and everyone from Kotsu .

In order to prevent Mi Douzi from getting angry and hurting others, Fu Heisher, who took over the important task, stood lazily on the side near the house, his eyes half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Mizuko, don't drink—" Tanjiro yelled, lying on the edge of the steps, "Go around and go back! Go back to Miss Shiratori!"

Smelling the scent of blood, Mizuko bit the bamboo tube, followed Tanjiro's words suspiciously, and circled around the piece of blood.

When he came close to the blood of Immortal Kawasami, Mi Douzi who had never eaten a meal of meat and blood was like a college student who started class at [-] in the morning and passed by the cafeteria on an empty stomach at [-] in the afternoon. The scent, the saliva can't stop ticking down the chin, and fell to the ground.

She squatted down curiously, tilted her head closer and smelled the blood that was very attractive to her in front of her eyes, struggled a bit, and simply lay down on the ground beside her.

As if just smelling the scent could make her happy, Mi Douzi wrinkled her nose a little, yawned and fell asleep.

Not even the slightest thought of taking a sip.

After confirming that Mizuko was sound asleep like this, Tanjiro stepped over the steps in three steps, picked up Mizuko, and looked around for his box.

And the pillars on one side looked at Immortal Kawasami with a strange look, as if they saw some rare species.

This time, even Yoshiyuki Tomioka, who is usually difficult to integrate into, joined in, staring at Immortal Kawasami together.

Immortal Kawashiya: "What are you people doing! Don't look at me like this! It's disgusting!"

He didn't know why it happened like this! ! !

Yoya Miyayashiki looked at the scene in front of him and laughed.

He took out a letter from Ryotaki Sakonji from his sleeve, handed it to the boy beside him, and asked him to read it out, while he stood gently aside, watching the reactions of the other pillars.

Shiratori Mariko was relieved to hear the content of this letter.

Although I didn't think that the Demon Slayer Squad were all bad guys at the beginning, I just thought they were a bit extreme and anxious, but she was really happy to hear someone treat Tanjiro and Yadoko like this.

After reading this letter, Yuya Ubuyashiki told the story of Tanjiro and Wuyou meeting once and having a confrontation.

"It's rare to get news about him, and it's rare to catch his tail," he said with a smile, "I really don't want to let it go. Maybe the Zaomen brothers and sisters who were ordered to be hunted down by Wu Can It can solve the situation in front of you.”

Such sober words came out of Yuya Miyayashiki's mouth, which renewed Gojo Satoru's impression of him.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, planning to have a chat with the beloved patriarch after the matter was over.

After saying this, Yuya Ubuyashiki looked at the pillars again.

"Now, everyone has no doubts about the Zaomen brothers and sisters for the time being?" He asked, "So, is anyone willing to accept the Zaomen brothers and sisters to continue living in the Ghost Killing Squad?"

After receiving unanimous answers, Yuya Ubuyashiki nodded with a smile.

"The rest is up to you, Tanjiro," he said calmly. "As for Miss Shiratori, I have a letter for you. Can we talk alone?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was suddenly called out, froze for a moment, then pointed to herself, "Huh? Me?"

Gojo Satoru also pointed to himself, and made a deliberate cute expression, "Hey—won't you take me?"