My breeder is the strongest

When carrying the child out of the trunk, Gojo Satoru almost couldn't control his surging killing intent.

The small scratches swelled from soaking in the water, the larger wounds turned red, and the five-year-old skin was easy to leave marks, and there were more than a dozen bruises from bumps and bumps all over the body.

I don't know if it fell while walking or was dropped by those scumbags.

His gaze coldly swept across the three gangsters on the ground, and the mana power gathered around him unconsciously, and the vortex was so turbulent that it seemed to tear people apart.

But, calm down.

Those angers—half rushed towards him again.

Wujo doesn't like water for a long time.

Maozizi—Xiang is very good, he won't refuse to do it just because he doesn't like it, but he can still see it.

Until the last mission, every time he went to take a bath, he would act coquettishly and want to be with him, and when soaking in the bathtub, he would hold him with one finger and not let go.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized——

Since that mission, he hasn't taken a bath with Gojo-ku.

Breathing suddenly became heavy.

The chest seemed to be pressed by something, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

Because he doesn't like it, Wujojiu will choose to be patient, because he feels that he doesn't like it, so he won't even mention it.

Gojo Satoru has long been used to this kind of treatment. Gojojiu will always go along with him and always go towards him. They can understand each other's emotions best, so they will never overstep.

but--

He closed his eyes.

Obviously, Jiu also has something he doesn't like.

Wujojiu took good care of the things he didn't like.

As for the things he didn't like for a long time, did he really think about it seriously?

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, lowered his head, and rested his forehead on Gojo Hisaku's.

Very hot.

Is he, with such a body, going to make him a gift?

The child is so obsessed with "reconciling" with him, but he doesn't feel anything at all, his mind is full of his own business, he alienates him, and conducts some experiments on his own-like a fool.

What a fucking idiot.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, his canine teeth pierced the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated his nerves.

The smell of blood filled the air, so I felt better.

In the living room of the apartment, Wujo Gojo and Xia Youjie sat on both sides of the table, one leaned his head on the back of the chair, and the other bowed his head with his arms folded.

The complexion is not very good-looking.

Xia Youjie sat up, tapped his fingers on the table, with a serious expression, "Wu——"

Gojo Satoru pulled up the coat hanging on the chair, and covered his head without saying a word.

Use actions to explain what it means to "I don't listen".

Xia Youjie clenched his hands into fists, a little annoyed, and whispered, "Wujowu!"

Before he could continue, the door of the master bedroom opened, and Nitro came out from inside.

Gojo Satoru sat up awkwardly, and took off the jacket that was covering him.

"How about it, Nitro?"

"Most of them are bruises and cuts. There is no deep incision. I have dealt with the trauma. The right ankle is swollen. It may be a sprain or a fracture... I still have to go to the hospital." Jiarui Yanzi shook his head, "My operation It's of no use to him."

The inversion technique of the nitrous can be used to heal the wounds of the human body, but Wujojiu is not a complete human being, and his body composition is more inclined to the curse spirit.

The curse spirit can heal the wound as long as it has the power of the spell, but it has not improved at all for a long time, which can only explain one thing.

His spell power—was gone.

How could this be.

Although Wujojiu couldn't generate mana power by himself, with the amount of tasks of the two of them and the number of mana spirits tamed by Xia Youjie, the problem of lack of mana power would no longer be a problem for Maozizi.

How could he suddenly lose his magic power?

Gojo Wu turned his head and asked Xia Youjie, "Jie, have you fed him this month?"

"It was fed at the beginning of the month, and a lot of curse spirits have been subdued since the beginning of school." Xia Youjie pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long breath, "I just tried to feed him some more, but it didn't work .”

He asked Gojo Satoru, "When did Kujo start showing symptoms?"

Gojo Satoru quickly recalled what Akashi had said to him, "The time is... this morning."

This morning.

"..."

Suddenly, as if being struck by something, Wujo Wu's body stiffened.

At that time—he went to conduct experiments and exhausted his spell power.

[By the way, your spell power is exhausted, why are you still so alive and kicking? 】

【I'm a genius, he recovers quickly, you don't care. 】

So, at that time.

Not because he's a genius.

It's Wujojiu...

Afterwards, Xia Youjie also realized something.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and directly punched him, "Gojo Wu, you bastard!"

Gojo Satoru didn't open No Lower Limit, nor did he fight back.

Xia Youjie punched him a few times, but he also found it boring. He took a deep breath, and withdrew his hand with a cold face.

"Anyway, send Jiu to the hospital first."

The good news is, no broken bones, just a slightly severe sprain.

The bad news is that two days have passed - the fever has not subsided, and Wutiao has not woken up for a long time.

Gojo Satoru - sat motionless in front of the hospital bed for two whole days, like a silent stone statue.

I think so, the performance of the cat's lack of mana power is always in deep sleep. Now that the mana power is exhausted, and there is no other way to replenish the mana power, it is certain that he will fall asleep.

If things go on like this, the hospital can't stay anymore, and they can only be transferred to the intensive care unit of a high school.

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu have been in a cold war since that day. They each do their own things, and neither pays attention to the other. When they meet, they don't even give each other a look.

The only point of overlap is that no matter who finds the clue, they will go to the laboratory to discuss with Nitro.

As a result, Nitro became an information transmission + transfer station.

"Wu Tiao went to see Teacher Ye Moth." Jia Ru Nitzi—while writing a report—said to Xia Youjie, "He wanted to try to use the mantra input method of the mantra to awaken Jiu, but it didn't work."

Xia Youjie: "Oh."

"He also went to that folklore scholar named 'Sakai Yuri' before, but he didn't get any useful information."

Xia Youjie: "Oh."

"Today, he plans to go to Ukiyo-e Town to ask if there are any clues from the monsters."

Xia Youjie: "Oh."

Home into the glass: "..."

She sighed, "I didn't say - how long are you going to be angry with him?"

"Wujo has been spinning for three days, and you haven't slept for at least two days. I don't care how you guys are arguing." Nitzi said a little annoyed, "But, even if it's for a long time, you should figure out a solution together, right?"

"I'm not angry with him." Xia Youjie sorted out the documents in his hand, and said calmly without raising his head, "The person who should be angry with him is Jiu."

He put the neatly prepared information into a bag and handed it to Nitzi, "These are the data on the long growth cycle and feeding amount. I have sorted it out in the past two days. If Wu comes, I will give this to him."

Xia Youjie stood up, paused, and explained.

"If you understand him, there is a high probability that you are not angry with me."

"He's most angry...it should be himself."

Ukiyo-e Town.

Class A of the second year of high school.

The Chinese teacher explained the text on the podium, "This "love" by Natsuki Kitano is about a view of love that is different from that of Chinese people. It seems reserved, but it actually encourages expression and is honest with the heart..."

During the day, the human version of Nuliang Rikuo sat in the classroom, listening to it, and began to run away.

In other words, what did Gojo Satoru want for him?

That day, Xia Youjie and the others were halfway through drinking, and suddenly left without saying anything, and then completely lost contact. When they received the news again, it was already five days later this morning.

Gojo Satoru—call him early in the morning—or, should I say, four in the morning.

He said he would come over today and asked him something, and then hung up the phone.

He didn't say when he would come, nor where he would meet, let alone what to ask.

Only a nuliang Rikusheng with a dazed face at four o'clock in the morning was left.

What a shame, this guy's character.

I don't know how Jiu got along with him for so long...

Just as he was thinking, a familiar face suddenly appeared outside the window.

Gojo Satoru opened the window with a swish, leaned on the edge of the window, and greeted him generously.

"Hi, Nura."

"Oh." Nuliang Lusheng subconsciously waved his hand, "Hey, Wutiao... Wutiao???"

His movements stopped.

— There was an eerie silence, and the eyes of the whole class were focused on the two of them.

etc--

Nura Rikusheng's face slowly turned green.

This is the fifth floor! ?

Obviously, Wujo Satoru was very clear.

Master Wu Tiao grabbed his arm, leaned back, and swished him out of the window.

And don't forget to close the windows.

Before closing the window, he waved at the Chinese teacher on the podium and said briskly.

"I'll borrow the person first—bye!"

Nuliang Rikusheng:! ! ? ?

The human version of the slippery ghost can't handle the human version of Gojo Satoru at all.

What's going on, the same human beings, how can there be such a big gap?

Is this the difference in the world? ?

Gojo Satoru didn't ask his opinion at all, and took Nuliang Rikusheng to teleport a few times, and went straight into the M's house, ignoring the half-demon next to him who experienced teleportation motion sickness and retching for the first time, and ordered food by himself .

"Four double-layer burgers, two Cokes, three French fries, thank you~"

Nuliang Rikusheng managed to recover from the "motion sickness". When he looked up and saw the burger, he felt like he was going to vomit again.

He covered his mouth, "I've had breakfast—"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was puzzled, "I didn't buy it for you."

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

Nuliang Rikusheng: "Do you only eat so much for breakfast..."

"No." Gojo Satoru found a seat with the plate and sat down, and peeled off the wrapping paper, "This is the first meal in three days."

three days?What's the meaning?

Before Nuliang Lusheng could speak again, Gojo Satoru spoke first, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Now—tell me in detail from the beginning to the end."

"The whole process of meeting you and Jiuzai in the half-demon."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write this chapter until I woke up for a long time, but I really can't finish it... Next chapter, next chapter, next chapter, I will let Master Wutiao cry for me!