My breeder is the strongest

"Haha." Gojo Satoru laughed twice without a smile, "You really know how to joke."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Ye Mozheng said: "I didn't..."

"I know you didn't mean that." Master Wutiao was very generous, "It's okay, I forgive you."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

No, I just wanted to say, I'm not kidding.

He hesitated to speak, and the degree of entanglement was similar to that on Christmas Eve, thinking about whether to tell his two-year-old niece that Santa Claus did not exist.

Finally chose to shut up.

The current Night Moth Zhengdao doesn't know that in the next 20 years, he will regret his choice at this moment.

"You asked me what I thought was interesting." Gojo Satoru suddenly picked up the topic just now, "In the past, I might have said 'no'."

His eyes were light, and he tilted his neck back, looking at the empty sky of the spell library.

Changes occur, as if there is no definite point in time.

Is it because the teacher who taught him how to use the magic power began to seem powerless, it was the ten magicians of the Gotiao family who attacked together, but no one could touch him again, or when the space was distorted and the black hole flattened half of the mountain, those unconscious revelations out of fear.

The curse master who came here to offer a reward would always be beaten back casually. As long as he looked at him, the timid and weak would rush away.

Later, they didn't even dare to come.

I don't know when, becoming stronger has also become dull and boring.

- boring.

What separates people is not the infinitely close but unreachable distance.

But "gap".

Wujo Wu half closed his eyelids.

Wu Tiaojiu put his front paws on the edge of the night moth's trouser pocket, and as the adults walked, his head dangled little by little, as if sitting in a cradle, very hypnotic.

In fact, he tilted his head and half-closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the cat cub raised his head as if he had heard some instructions.

The night moth lowered its head in the right way, and the little Persian cat hugged his waist, as if hugging a tree, and jumped onto his shoulder nimbly, with a kick of its hind legs - from this end, it jumped directly to the back of Gojo Wu's head.

With four claws and a mouth, Aowu grabbed Wutiao Wu's hair to prevent himself from falling down.

Master Wutiao was caught off guard by him.

"Hiss—it hurts, it hurts, Gojojiu, let go!" Gojo Wu took a breath, "Why are you dragging me! You can't fly yourself—"

In the middle of what he said, he swallowed it back, and changed to something else, "Did it fly to the shoulder!"

Gojo Satoru grabbed the cat cursingly, stuffed it in his pocket, and continued the topic just now.

"However, for now." He rubbed the cat's head indiscriminately with his hands, "I think there are quite a lot of interesting things."

Going out with friends for the first time, fishing for goldfish without bringing any money, and handing out flyers in a bodysuit.

Watch the kitty grow up bit by bit, learn how to use spells, learn how to do things, learn how to speak from him.

A moonless and starless night, a room with the lights off.

The noise of the world has been downplayed, and shallow breathing is accompanied by my ears.

The "gap" still exists -

The "distance" seems to be gone.

Gojo Satoru shrugged and turned his head with his hands in his pockets.

"So, I want more for me." He looked at the man behind him, and drawled, "You need 'freedom'."

Noctuid is a microsign of righteousness.

"Okay, okay." Wutiao Wu's tone relaxed, he stopped, and waved to the Noctua Moth behind him, signaling him to come over.

"We have arrived."

Noctua Zhengdao followed his movements and raised his head, seeing a red door in front of him.

The color of the lacquer is similar to that of a torii gate, with vertical and horizontal wood grains, and the old material looks very heavy. If you ignore the strong curse smell emanating from the door, some people will believe that it is the gate of a prestigious temple.

Gojo Satoru walked around behind him, pushed his back and pushed him to the door.

"This door weighs at least two tons." Young Master Wutiao was instantly "weak and helpless", "Come here——as the only adult here, the important task of opening the door is entrusted to you."

Noctuid Zhengdao stretched out his arm and pushed it, it was indeed quite heavy.

Master Wutiao's casual voice came from behind.

"Come on, come on, believe you, it's okay."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

What's the matter with the tone of coaxing children.

Who is he talking to?

Night Moth Zhengdao adjusted his posture, faced the crack of the door, and poured mantra power into his arms.

push--

Total darkness.

Like a spotlight slowly turning on at the end of a movie, the light coming from nowhere slowly lights up, softly illuminating the entire space.

He didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him. The entire space was rectangular, but it was sunken into a deep pit. The surrounding walls were of irregular shape—but the color was uniform.

Red, eyes are red.

Like a huge poppy flower, it uses its petals to spread out the entire space, only revealing the bottom, a sudden white.

Like a sea of ​​red flowers.

what happened?This is not the promised "Rino Kitty Hachiman"... no.

Ye Mozheng took a closer look, and his pupils shrank.

No, to be precise, it should be...

This is not just a "Rino Kitty Hachiman".

Countless ugly and strange spell spirits piled up together, covering the deep pit in front of them. From top to bottom, from the top of the head to the wall, they kept wriggling, but remained "still" because of their uniformity.

Dye this space into a uniform red—the only other color is the middle and bottom of the pit.

The white flower that looks like a flower heart is a fat worm that keeps stretching its mouthparts.

"It's 'Mom'." Gojo Satoru walked in at some point and stood by his side.

Noctua Moth Zhengdao's reaction was half a beat slow, "Mom...?"

"Yes." He nodded, "Rioji Hachiman is countless curse spirits, and it is also a curse spirit. The reason why they respond to each other is because all Richie Hachiman is just a branch of the mother body."

Wujo Wuyou said.

"They are like sentinels in front of the post. Their lives are not precious, they only exist for the safety of the mother - how great."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Sure enough, geniuses are madmen.

His eyes fell to the ground.

A few inches from the toes is the steep wall of the pit. The walls are covered with red curse spirits. They have uneven skin, a pair of thin wings like plastic plates covered with oil, and the eyes are huge, protruding outwards. Lift a thin layer of eyelids.

Gojo Satoru: "So."

Night Moth said rightly: "So?"

From the corner of the night moth's right way, he caught sight of Wujo Wu's right hand, which was being carried away, pinching a black ball at some point.

what is that?

This thought didn't stay in his mind for too long, because, in the next second, a palm touched his back lightly.

Night Moth said rightly:! ! !

The night moth's nerves twitched, and he turned around and reached out to grab it at the first moment, but he didn't catch anything.

……Oops.

His heart skipped a beat.

It's a slap in the face.

The earth wall under his feet collapsed in an instant, his fingertips brushed against the shattered earth, and his body suddenly lost weight and fell vertically.

No - not vertically.

The white-haired boy floats in the air, forming mudras with one hand, the black hole attracts everything, and the wind blows his broken hair.

"The power of attraction, Cang."

The space is distorted, the position of the black hole is at the bottom, a force majeure attracts him towards the huge worm at the bottom of the pit.

With a bang, the man slammed heavily on the worm.

The densely packed curse spirits in the pit boiled over.

Mother!Mother!Mother!

The young master Wutiao squatted by the pit, holding his chin, condescendingly looking down at the noctuid below.

His other hand was holding the black ball, which was the "tent", which he was tinkering with behind when Noctua opened the door just now.

The condition is "prohibit the incoming picture and sound".

In exchange, the size and object can only hold a cat cub.

Early childhood education is very important.

"So—" he went on, "here is the only place where their death will not raise alarm."

"Because, all you need to do is attack."

Seeing the red curse spirit crawling all over the body of the person below, Gojo Satoru turned his face sideways, raised his palm, and put it next to his ear to listen to the sound.

"What? You want to come up?"

Wujo Satoru was expressionless, asking and answering himself.

"Then, about the bondage, have you thought about it now?"