My breeder is the strongest

I don't know what kind of wind Master Wutiao is smoking. Anyway, until the assistant supervisor came to pick him up, he was still wandering around with a displeased face, and no one paid attention to him.

However, it wasn't the first time Wutiao Wutiao got nervous, and the assistant supervisor in charge of him was also very skilled.

Gojojiu rubbed his head aggrievedly, and communicated with the assistant supervisor who came to follow up.

"Sisters and seniors, are you okay?"

"The person has been picked up, and the person in charge, Mr. Qingyuan, has also been found. He just passed out and nothing serious happened."

He sighed, "Fortunately, you arrived in time."

He has seen too many examples where it was too late. Once there was a change in the mission, what was left in the end were often mutilated limbs or cold corpses.

This is why the magic world worships power.

Because if you are weak, you will face absolute death.

And no one knows that one day he will become that relative "weak person".

"Probably not." Gojojiu shook his head, "Her purpose, from the very beginning, should not be senior sister."

Assistant Supervisor: "Huh?"

The assistant supervisor became a little nervous, "Then, is he here for Wutiao? Well, should I report to the higher authorities..."

Although he has a bad personality, Gojo Satoru is still the precious heir of the Gojo family. If this is a conspiracy from the beginning, it is still necessary to report it.

"That's not true." Gojoji thought for a while, "Her goal may be 'the strongest person'."

"Speaking of which." He asked politely, "About the family of 'Perfumers', have any sorcerers died unexpectedly in recent years?"

When Wujojiu was talking to the assistant supervisor, Master Wujo was counting sheep beside him.

Counting from one to one hundred, counting from one hundred to three hundred, however, as he counted, the previous picture would suddenly pop up in his mind.

hateful!

Gojo Satoru kicked the wall next to him violently.

Gojo Hisazu and the Assistant Superintendent were startled and turned to look at him.

Wutiaowu: "..."

What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone get angry?

Although the curse spirit was eliminated smoothly, because it was within the domain, it did not release the account and did not cause too much impact on the surrounding people. The senior sister and the assistant supervisor in charge were also safe.

However, if you leave the auxiliary supervision and act without authorization, you will definitely be scolded.

The assistant supervisor pulled one person and one cat back to the high school, and Ye Mozheng got up and went to the classroom, planning to explain the truth to a problem child who hung up the phone.

Opening the door of the classroom, Gojo Hisashi and Gojo Satoru sat at two desks, without saying a word, and the atmosphere was silent.

Night Moth said rightly: ...?

Usually, Wujo Jiu spends more time as a cat, and rarely maintains his human form at such a late hour, but no matter whether it is a human or a cat, he basically hangs on Wujo Satoru. This kind of atmosphere is unheard of.

For a moment he forgot that he was here to teach others, he was silent for two seconds, and asked hesitantly.

"You guys are arguing—"

Gojo Satoru leaned back, and answered loudly, "No!"

It's really hard to say whether there is or not.

Even Gojojiu couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, after getting rid of the curse spirit, Gojo Satoru's reaction was weird.

It's not that I refuse his contact, but when I touch him, I become subtly stiff, my eyes keep wandering, and I don't talk to him, as if I want to ignore his existence.

Was he angry? But, he didn't feel angry either.

And, did he do anything?

Wujojiu lay on the table, thinking dejectedly.

This reprimand was thunderous and rainy, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Noctua Moth Zhengdao didn't scold people hard, and only asked the assistant supervisor to send them back first.

The car parked at the entrance of the high school, and Nocturia Zhengdao explained and left, one person and one cat walked from the classroom to the gate.

Because of Gojo Satoru's subtle reaction, Gojojiu didn't dare to turn back into a cat all the way, and followed the person obediently, not even daring to pull a corner of his clothes.

However, free consciousness is no match for the biological clock.

After some tossing, the clock has passed two o'clock.

Expelling the curse spirit had already consumed a lot of his physical strength. After the end, because of Gojo Satoru's reaction, his spirit was always high. He would walk and walk, his upper and lower eyelids would fight unconsciously, and his head would drop bit by bit.

No, I'm not home yet.

Gojojiu rubbed his eyes, raised his head with force.

Take another step forward and bump your head into the person in front of you.

Wujojiu: "..."

Woohoo, it hurts.

Sometimes, the pain is not in the size, but in the level.

The place where he was hit by the curse spirit hadn't reached the point where Gojo Gou just woke up and pulled his ear. Today's pain has seriously exceeded the limit.

No, no.

Not at all more.

Even if it hit a sponge, it would still be a super-standard attack power.

Gojojiu stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, lowered his mouth aggrievedly, and subconsciously stretched out his other hand, trying to grab Gojo Wu's clothes and act like a spoiled child.

Then, it took a while to realize that Gojo Satoru was still having trouble with him.

...That's why I feel even more wronged.

Gojojiu lowered his head and sucked his nose firmly.

Gojo Satoru stood there without moving, his shadow reflected by the light of the street lamp, like a silent telegraph pole.

After a long time, he sighed, raised his hands, and declared his surrender.

Young Master Wutiao squatted down and stretched out his hand behind him.

"Come up."

The magic school at night was very quiet, so quiet that there was only the faint chirping of insects.

Tianyuan's enchantment filtered the curse spirit, reducing a lot of interference at once.

By reducing all those noises, you can feel more clearly the breathing and heartbeat, temperature and touch of people around you.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath.

Feel for the first time, what is tension.

Gojojiu likes to lie on Gojo Satoru's body.

The physical touch made him feel close, and Gojo Satoru's breath made him feel safe.

When the spirit is relaxed, the sleepiness will come up.

Wujojiu hugged his neck, buried his head in his neck, and asked vaguely.

"Wu, are you still angry?"

Gojo Satoru supported his buttocks and lifted the child up, "I'm not angry."

Wujojiu muttered vaguely, "Then why ignore me?"

Gojo Gojo choked for a moment, and changed the subject, "What do you ask 'perfumer' for?"

"Oh, did you hear that?" Gojojiu yawned and rubbed against his back, "It's the story that the curse spirit told me."

Gojo Satoru: "Story?"

The kitty was already very sleepy, so he recounted it to him incoherently. If Gojo Satoru was not so familiar with him, he would be able to guess the second half of the sentence after listening to the first half, which might be really difficult to understand.

"So." He raised his eyebrows, "You want to help people return their souls to their hometown?"

This is just an ordinary story about a farmer and a snake. It's really not interesting. The spell is gone. I don't understand what else he wants to investigate.

Wujojiu shook his head, and said in a low voice, "In that field... there is only one, which is the human heart."

Gojo Satoru: "Did you smell it?"

Wujojiu: "I smell it."

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized something.

That realm is just one person's dream.

That curse spirit has always been only living in that person's dream.

Gojojiu said drowsily, "Wu, have you heard the story of the zombie child?"

A long time ago, a little boy was born in the village.

His eyes were large and his skin was very white.

As the child grew up, the mother naturally knew that the child was a monster with no emotions but only appetite.

She locked the child in the basement and stole other people's livestock for him to eat every night, and she lived like this for several years.

One day, a plague raged in the village, and all the livestock died, and all the people left.

The mother was reluctant to bear the child, so she cut off one of her legs and threw it to the crying and hungry child.

Then the arms, and then all the limbs, leaving only the torso.

Finally, she climbed into the child's arms herself and gave him the last torso.

The child wrapped his arms around the torso of his mother and spoke for the first time.

——Mom, it’s really warm.

In that small hot spring hotel, the man discovered the truth about his wife's cannibalism.

On that day, he decided to cut out his wife's heart.

The spider girl who lost her heart woke up in a pool of blood, angrily gouged out the man's heart as well.

Then, keep collecting spell power from other spell spirits.

Supplying that heart has been beating for an unknown number of years.

Zombie children who are considered to have no emotions, what do they need, food or warmth?

What kind of mood did the man-eating curse spirit sit in these bustling ruins during those long years?

When Gojo Satoru walked to the gate with the kitty on his back, Gojojiu had already fallen asleep completely.

He put the child in the back seat and sat in himself, letting him lean against him.

The scenery skips around, through the square car windows, like a carousel that turns pages quickly.

Gojo Satoru remembered what Gojo had said for a long time.

[A lifetime... is it Wu's lifetime, or my lifetime? 】

The child was not sleeping soundly, and he was holding on to the corner of his clothes, refusing to let go.

If...he means if.

One day he died, how would Wujojiu stand in front of his grave?

Gojo Satoru quickly denied this idea to himself.

no, I can not.

He looked at the scenery outside the window and thought almost indifferently.

He won't let this happen.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, covered the child's eyes with one hand, and whispered something.

Wujojiu paused, and slowly let go of his hand.

Through the rearview mirror, you can see part of Gojo Satoru's mouth shape.

【...remove】

If there is such a day.

I will kill you with my own hands.

before dying.

The black car stopped in front of the apartment, Gojo Satoru carried Gojojiu out, and before leaving, he nodded to the assistant supervisor.

"Thanks."

Assistant Supervisor: "...???"

He opened his mouth dully, and the cigarette in his mouth fell directly on the leather shoes.

Wait, who is this person?

The author has something to say: *The story of the zombie child comes from the Korean drama "It's okay to be mentally ill"

The last chapter couldn't pass the trial, so I changed it, because the number of words in chapter v couldn't be less, so I added a paragraph, light a cigarette