My breeder is the strongest

Five years ago, Nuliang Rikusho, who had lost his "fear", met a cat boy in the half-demon village. At that time, Gojojiu was also in a state of lack of mana.

He will appear there, there must be some kind of connection with that place.

Nuliang Lusheng was sensitive to the problem, "Wait, why are you asking this, what's wrong with Jiu?"

"It's nothing." Although Young Master Wutiao has a thick skin, he can't be ashamed to talk about the crap he did, and he can only vaguely explain it away, "Stop talking nonsense... Forget it, you can just say this" half-demon village 'Where is it! I'll go and see for myself.'

The person opposite sat up straight, his eyes changed.

"Although I didn't drink Yao Mingjiu, I always regarded Jiu as a member of the Nuliang team." Nuliang Rikusheng said seriously, "Please tell me what happened."

"As the third generation of the Nuliang Group, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect my companions."

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Wujo Wujo paused for a moment, but did not speak.

……is that so.

Gojo Satoru looked at him silently, lost in thought.

It turns out that in the long-lasting world——

He was no longer the only one.

Suddenly, a thought hit him.

It's a choice.

There are plenty of options, however.

Gojo Jiu still chooses to regard him as his own world.

The cat cub followed behind him carefully, always, always.

waiting for him to turn around.

Look back at him.

Young Master Wutiao remained expressionless, curled up his fingers, and then let go.

Self-esteem is good, face worth mentioning.

What the hell are you talking about.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru took a sip of Coca-Cola and looked away, "This is how it happened."

After listening to the whole process of Gojo Gojo's lecture, Nuliang Rikusheng's expression became serious.

"I only know that the lake where I met for a long time can make people see the person they want to see."

Gojo Satoru, "Who do you want to meet?"

"Yes." He affirmed, "When I first arrived there, I was basically in a semi-conscious state. When I was in a trance, I saw my father and mother."

"So I later learned that that lake is the center of the enchantment, as long as you stand under that tree, you can see whoever you want to see..." He paused, then continued, "Regardless of life or death."

Nuliang Rikusheng shook his head, "However, I don't know any more information about why Jiu appeared in the half-demon."

Gojo Satoru asked, "Take me there?"

"You can't get in." He said helplessly, "The half-demons born in the half-demon have special 'tokens', without which, no one can get in."

"Token?" Gojo Satoru blurted out, "Have you seen it? What does it look like? Forge one?"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

The thinking is clear.

What happened to human beings these days, why are they less moral and common sense than monsters? ?

"It can't be faked." He said speechlessly, "It's a crystal condensed from individual 'fear', and everyone is different."

"I'll go back and ask you about the specifics. However, what you said...I think it's very similar to another rumor I've heard. Do you want to try it?"

Gojo Satoru: "What?"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "The Curse of Twins."

Gemini is an ominous symbol.

Twin children can sense each other's emotions, share each other's strength, and share each other's vision.

And, share the death.

As long as one of the twins is alive...

"Let me take a look." He flipped through his phone, "At first it was an urban legend on the Internet, but after it spread widely, it will produce 'fear', and thus gain the power to change reality,"

"found it!"

Nuliang Rikusheng stood up and held the screen in front of Gojo Satoru.

Wujo Wunian said, "When the full moon is full, I will sleep with you, and my lips and teeth meet...?"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "...uh."

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

"This...sorry, I also forgot that it was like this in the end, I'll go back and ask the half-demon for you—"

Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up and interrupted him.

"What's the date today?"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "May 25?"

"No." Gojo Wujo said calmly, "I mean, what's the date * in the old calendar?"

Nuliang Rikusheng turned on his phone, "Uh, April [-]th..."

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is full and waning.

Tonight is the full moon.

"Okay." Wujo Wu picked up the plate, turned and left, pretending to be calm, "I'll go back and try."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left very chicly.

Crisp and decisive.

Full of adults' ease, very cool, very handsome.

Not stiff at all.

Not nervous at all.

……but.

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

Brother, do you know that you have the same hands and feet? ?

kiss.

Although Master Wutiao is the most invincible and handsome in the world, there is one thing that must be admitted.

His first kiss is still there.

Just, it's innocent.

After talking with Xia Youjie, Jia Ruozi went to Wujojiu's place to make rounds and record his vital signs as usual.

Walking to the door of the room, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the curtains were drawn and the lights were turned off, and candles were lit.

Oh, it's candles.

she thought calmly.

Um--

Her pupils shrank.

Candle? ? ?

Into the glass quickly retreated and pushed open the door of the ward.

Gojo Satoru, wearing a ribbon all over his body, was stepping on the bed to paste lace on the window.

Their eyes met, and he blinked innocently.

Gojo Satoru: Huh?

Jiarui Nizi: ... Hey wool, you! ? !

What is it like to have an inexplicable classmate?

Nitro: Thank you for the invitation, I want to hit someone every day, the shock is greater than the surprise.

Gojo Satoru muttered, "I just want to set up some atmosphere..."

"Atmosphere, you big-headed ghost, what kind of atmosphere does the ward need, and what do you want to do with these preparations?"

Household Glass pointed back, and there were roses, ribbons, candles and... iron sheets all over the place.

Why, there are iron sheets! ?

What do you want iron skin for! ?

Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze, "No...it's nothing."

"Just...just play."

Believe him a big head ghost.

Young Master Wutiao who casually destroyed the furnishings of the ward was mercilessly driven out of the room by the house guard, and his gaudy decorations were thrown out at the same time.

Jia Ruozi stood at the door of the ward, clapping his hands expressionlessly.

"I'm in charge of Jiu's side. If you want to come in and report to me, entry and exit are prohibited without permission."

She lit up a cigarette in disgust, "If you really have nothing to do, go back to the dormitory and sleep."

She shrugged.

"Anyway, neither you nor Xia You use that bed."

Gojo Wujo was stunned for a moment, "Glass..."

Jia Ruozi: "Don't get me wrong, I just can't stand—"

"Glass." Gojo Satoru interrupted her seriously.

"Smoking is not allowed in the ward."

Home into the glass: "..."

She stubbed out the cigarette with a blank expression.

"Go away, right now!"

Jia Ruozi didn't think he could stop Gojo Satoru.

So she called Xia Youjie immediately.

Home into the glass: "Wujo must decorate the ward like a Titanic."

Xia Youjie: "... Huh??"

So, when Master Wutiao was carrying the second wave of soft clothes to bypass the guards of the glass, and tried to enter through the window, the window made a bang—it opened by itself.

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold on to one of them and almost fell, but he still managed to stabilize himself with No Lower Limit.

Behind the window, Xia Youjie put his hands on his chest, put on a dirty face, and paused every word.

"Do you, have, something?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

The two of them have not spoken for several days.

I can't tell who is angry with whom, or I am angry with myself, or I am depressed, and I really don't care about these things.

All in all, he didn't know what to say after such a sudden conversation.

Wujo Wujo clicked his tongue, "I want you to take care of it."

Xia Youjie sneered, "It doesn't matter if you can go to heaven."

Gojo Satoru: "What's wrong with the sky? The field of view is wide and the attack range is wide. Some people can't go to the sky if they want to go to the sky!"

Xia Youjie: "Go up as you like, don't cry to me when you fall down."

"You're the one who cries, Jie is a crybaby, just a little bit."

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie said suddenly, "If you don't wake up for a long time——"

"Impossible." Gojo Satoru interrupted him resolutely, "Jie, I will find Jiu back if I chase him to hell."

Xia Youjie raised his head, and his eyes met.

Gojo Gojo met his gaze.

The heavy atmosphere of the past few days seems to have suddenly become a little lighter.

"Oh." Xia Youjie looked away and changed the subject, "That, the Titanic."

"I can't pretend to be alone."

Jia Ruzizi originally asked Xia Youjie to help stop Wutiao Wu, but one of them didn't pay attention, and the two started it together!

She stood at the door of the ward, the corners of her mouth twitching, thinking whether she was pretending not to know, or pretending not to know, or pretending not to know.

Gojo Satoru didn't give her time to think.

"Nitrogen!"

Young master Wutiao directly closed the door and pulled the man in.

"Come, come, do me a favor!"

Jiaruizi: ... who am I, where am I and what am I doing.

She doubted her life, "Will you be scolded by the assistant supervisor?"

To renovate the ward of the college without authorization, and it is so outrageous.

Jia Ruozi looked at the Nordic-style sailor's swimming ring hanging on the wall, and was speechless.

...Don't say it.

Gojo Satoru's aesthetics are actually a bit pretty.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other.

In unison.

"Then wait until he finds out!"

Gojo Satoru not only brought decorations.

"I miss it so much." Xia Youjie picked up the old fifty-tone sound generator, "It was used when I couldn't speak for a long time."

His eyes turned to Gojo Satoru condemningly, "It took a lot of effort to correct him for swearing..."

"Dirty words are the pinnacle of human language art." Master Wutiao said seriously, "Don't you know that some people learn swear words first when they learn a foreign language?"

Jia Ruozi: "?? Why?"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, "Otherwise, you wouldn't understand someone scolding you on the street!"

Xia Youjie & Jia Ruzi: "..."

What nonsense.

Jia Ruozi silently patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder, and cast him a sympathetic look.

……Thanks a lot.

It's really not easy to follow this guy for a long time without getting crooked.

Xia Youjie: Spread Your Hands.jpg

Gojo Satoru folded up the blanket, put it beside the bed, and went to place other small items. Jia Ruozi's eyes fell on a translucent bag, "What is this—"

"Mine." Gojo Satoru snatched over and hid behind him, "This is mine."

Jia Ruozi: "...Oh."

As for?

After dinner, Wujo Wu chased Jia Ruozi and Xia Youjie out, moved a chair by himself, and sat by the bed.

The moon has risen.

Tonight's moon is extraordinarily round, the white gauze curtains are blown by the wind, and the silver light sprinkles on the window sill, like glittering sequins.

The room was quiet.

Gojo Wujo was a little nervous for the first time.

--impossible.

Young master Wutiao is not afraid of anything, how could he be worried about a mere first kiss.

The atmosphere is already in place. The cold ward is too scary, so Jiu has prepared things he is familiar with. The decorations are all brought from home. The blanket is his favorite chick pattern. As long as he wakes up, the room will It's all familiar smells.

Ready to do 100%.

Gojo Satoru took out the bag of mushy biscuits and put it on the bedside.

Everything is in place.

The clock struck twelve, the lid of the crystal coffin was opened, Rapunzel climbed out of the castle by herself, and the prince saw Sleeping Beauty, crossing the thornbush full of roses—a soft kiss was about to fall.

kiss.

The word lingered in his throat, like apple candy on a festival, sticky and sweet.

The hour of magic has arrived.

Young Master Wutiao stood up, leaned over and kissed him softly.

10 minutes passed.

Three 10 minutes passed.

One hour.

The child on the bed was motionless, and seemed to be asleep, except for the unhealed wounds, like knives piercing the heart one after another, dazzling brightly.

Gojo Wu's heart sank.

No.

I still haven't woken up for a long time.

The air is terrifyingly quiet.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Actually, he knows.

He should have gotten used to it by now.

In the past five days, he didn't know how many times he had tasted this frustration, time after time, time after time, as if everything he did was futile.

It's as if he can't do anything.

It seemed like he couldn't get anything back.

With his forehead pressed against the cold edge of the bed, the room was eerily quiet, so quiet that even the breathing of the person on the bed seemed to disappear.

dead.

The word flashed into his mind again.

Breathing quickens, palms sweat.

He stared silently at the ceiling.

What if he died like this for a long time?

What if I can't wake up for a long time?

in case……

Since the accident, Gojo Satoru has been forcing himself to face it calmly and positively.

But at this moment, like a small ant's nest drilled out of a tall flood embankment, negative emotions flooded in, collapsing and bursting the embankment.

why.

He couldn't help thinking wildly.

Is it because he did something wrong.

Have you been mad at him for a long time?

Then he apologizes, okay?sorry.

sorry Sorry sorry.

Gojo Satoru clutched the railing of the hospital bed, the steel easily shattered and deformed like tofu, the shards cut through his palm, blood oozed out, he ignored it, as if pain could wake him up.

He bowed his head, and the drooping white hair covered his face and his expression.

If he could make things better by admitting his mistakes, he would rather apologize a thousand times, ten thousand times.

As long as it takes a long time to wake up.

As long as I can come back.

but.

Gojo Satoru leaned back resignedly, leaning on the back of the chair, and glanced at the bag of biscuits by the bed from the corner of his eye.

In fact, he could hardly understand why the child was so obsessed with this packet of biscuits.

Do it even if you feel uncomfortable, even if you jump into the river, you have to get it back.

He couldn't understand, but at this moment, he suddenly understood one thing.

Whether he understands it, understands it or not, it doesn't matter at all.

What matters is what you want to do for a long time.

He had never, ever wanted to know so urgently—what Gojojiu wanted to do.

After soaking in water, I fished it out again, and left it for several days, but now I can no longer see its original shape, and it still emits a bad smell.

Gojo Satoru scooped up the biscuit with one hand, and unwrapped the outer package bit by bit in a silent and solemn manner.

Then, one bite at a time, he swallowed seriously into his throat.

He wanted to take it easy and accept this intention that he had neglected.

Suddenly, he bit something hard.

Coughing twice unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru covered his neck with one hand, and spat the thing on his palm twice.

He picked up the water glass next to the bed and took a big sip. He calmed down and opened his palms.

In his palm was a piece of crumpled kitchen tinfoil, wrapped in something unknown.

Gojo Satoru put down his water glass and pushed aside the tinfoil. Inside was a crystal with a four-pointed star shape, and a piece of paper.

crystal.

"..."

Suddenly thought of something, Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly unfolded the note. Because of the tin foil, the words on the note were not blurred by water, and it was clearly seen that it was Wu Tiaojiu's handwriting.

【Giwu, don't be angry】

Gojo Satoru turned over the back of the paper, and it read.

【Take this and go to the half-demon village】

— thud.

What Wutiao wanted to give him for a long time...wasn't biscuits.

Or, more than cookies.

In the early summer of May, Gojo Satoru felt chills all over his body, and felt a kind of heaviness that was almost suffocating.

A month ago, the night when I was jealous because of the monster.

[If you can't see me, Wu will stop being angry? 】

[Maybe more angry. 】

[Then, will you calm down when you see me? 】

[Neither will. 】

The child hugged his neck and asked pitifully.

——Then, how can you not be angry?

In the place of the half-demon, a lake where people can meet the people they want to see.

Both visible and invisible.

Gojo Satoru arched his body and grabbed hold of his hair.

This is the answer that the child gave after careful consideration.

That's why he was so obsessed with this bag of biscuits.

Therefore, he must get this bag of biscuits.

On that dark night, Wujojiu stood alone on the empty bicycle path, at a loss.

He groped and walked down the slope, the icy river water drenched his body, bit by bit swallowing away the remaining warmth and sanity.

The last, last moment of consciousness.

he was thinking.

--I want to go back.

because.

【If you can't see me, Satoru will be even angrier】

The window was not closed, and the gust of wind blew by, making his face cool.

When he came back to his senses, a few drops of water wet the paper in his hand.

Ignoring the blur in front of his eyes, Gojo Satoru squeezed the crystal in his hand, and suddenly——suddenly thought of something.

The token is a crystal condensed by the fear of the individual.

Then this... this is.

This is the power that belongs to Gojoku!

Gojo Gojo stood up with a bang, threw the crystal into his mouth with one hand, crushed it with his teeth, and bent down.

Lips meet.

It was a soft and irrefutable kiss.

The taste on the tip of the tongue is sweet, like cotton candy.

Gojo Satoru propped his hands on both sides of the child, staring straight at him.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely at this moment, and any sound was lost in the air.

After a while, Wu Jiu's eyelashes moved.

The child struggled to open his eyelids, his voice dry.

"Enlightened..."

Gojo Satoru supported the child's back, hugged him violently, and buried his head on his shoulder.

The knuckles of the fingers turned white, and the fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

A patch of warm damp on the shoulders.

Gojojiu could hardly move, but he still raised one hand slowly and with all his strength.

The strength is as light as the air, stroking his back.

"No, cry."

The moonlight is just right, and the night wind is gentle.

The quiet air is interrupted by the intermittent chirping of insects, and the soft rustling of leaves accompanied by the evening wind.

"……fart."

After a long time, Wujo Wu raised his head and said hoarsely, "I didn't cry."

"you shut up."

Early summer passed.

Summer is finally here.