My breeder is the strongest

Gentle, huh?

If this had been said five years ago, Young Master Wutiao would have immediately yelled, and then made an expression of "Huh?? You are so disgusting, I don't care about anyone but myself".

In fact, it is the same.

Since no one cared about his life, he didn't care about anyone else.

Gojo Satoru is a "god" that no one can keep up with and is doomed to be alone.

but.

On the way back to the school building from the school gate, the broken street lamp flickered and suddenly turned on.

The light pole casts a straight shadow on the ground, and next to the shadow, there is a fluffy tail.

Gojo Satoru raised his head, the night was windy, under the street lamp, Gojo Jiu's nose and cheeks were flushed, I don't know if it was blown by the wind, it was particularly conspicuous on his fair skin.

Maozizi looked at him cautiously, "Wu... Are you angry?"

Gojo Satoru sighed—resignedly took off his coat, wrapped it around his body as a cloak, and pulled the zipper up to his chin.

"Shut up, don't run around if your feet are not well."

His left hand supported his back, his right hand reached into the hollow of his knee, and he packed the child up and hugged him horizontally.

Young Master Wutiao looked ahead and said loudly.

"It doesn't matter if I'm angry or not—what matters is, are you happy for a long time?"

Wujojiu blinked and looked at him intently, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"I mean." Gojo Satoru said seriously, "It doesn't matter if I'm angry, if you want to do something for a long time, just do it."

He bumped the child's forehead hard and pouted.

"Are you stupid? I don't know how to run."

"It's too late to run away." Young Master Wutiao said viciously, but a little proudly, "I've already caught you, woohoo!"

Whoa.

Gojojiu grabbed his clothes and buried his face in his chest.

The muscles are hard, but the skin is hot, and through the thin white cotton T, it emits warm heat.

Super fierce.

【Because no one cares about his life, so he doesn't care about others】

Gojo Satoru thought so as he looked at the road illuminated by the lights.

But—now is different.

Because there are people who care about him more than himself.

Because, when he disappears, there are companions who worry about looking for him everywhere.

It was dark where the street lights couldn't reach, and there were faint green fireflies floating above the grass.

In the direction of the school building, the windows were lit with lights for them.

Swipe - Xia Youjie opens the window.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Five! Articles! Enlightenment!"

"Who told you to take three-inch nails casually!!!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wujo whistled and looked away.

Keke, this is an accident.

A little bit, little accident.

Gojo Satoru has something to say about the fact that what was supposed to be a welcome party for Gojo's long-time friends turned into a sex meeting with Gojo-sama who was taking things randomly.

"It's just a first-class magic tool!" Master Wutiao protested loudly, "If you want it, you can have as many as you want!"

Xia Youjie couldn't bear it anymore, and punched him on the forehead, "Return to Wutiao's house! You're going to take something from Wutiao's house for me!"

"See if you were detained there to work first after you went back!"

"Impossible—" Young Master Wutiao crossed his arms, expressing that you underestimated me too, and said proudly, "They can't stop me at all!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Is this the point?

The point is that your relationship with the Wutiao family is bad, okay?

Young master, wake up.

"Huh." Jia Ruozi passed by the scene, "Is Wutiao not on good terms with my family?"

"I can't say it's bad." Xia Youjie changed his tone, "The reason they didn't fight is because they didn't dare."

On the one hand, it is impossible to beat, on the other hand, who knows when the next genius with six eyes and no lower limit will arrive.

They dare not gamble on the prosperity of the family for hundreds of years.

Jia Ruozi guessed, "The kind that never gets in touch with each other?"

"It's good to have no contact with each other forever, so no one bothers me." Gojo Satoru muttered.

"But they are still very calm." Xia Youjie thought for a while, "It's been five years, and they haven't come to you... No! That's not the problem! You have to be responsible for the spells. Wu, don't pull me to be scolded together!"

Seeing that Gojo Wujo couldn't be fooled, he turned to other support, "Jiu—"

There was a trace of sympathy in Wujojiu's eyes, and he gently touched his head, "Wu, it's not good to take other people's things casually."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Okay, anyway, I'll talk to Night Moth about the magic tools."

He stood up, picked up the child and left, pouted.

"Then I'm leaving, good night!"

The good night that Wujo thought for a long time was really good night, but the good night that Wujo Wujo said was not.

Wujojiu was taken back to the ward in a drowsy state, and he took off his clothes and changed into pajamas in a daze.

The pajamas were specially brought back from home by Master Wutiao today. They were made of black and white floral fleece, the ears protruded from the hat, and the tail protruded from the back of the buttocks.

The white Persian cat transformed into a black and white cow cat.

Gojo Satoru's face moved closer.

"To be compensated."

Wujojiu suddenly regained consciousness a little bit, "What...compensation?"

Young Master Wutiao said bluntly, "Just now, you were not on my side."

"and also."

"Okay, try next time."

When others come and you come, the feeling can be so far apart.

Wujo was so tired that he fell asleep by the side for a long time. His physical strength and recovery ability are not very good recently, he can't switch his form, and he can catch a cold even if he blows the wind.

It is necessary to quickly find out the reason why the magic power is not restored.

Fortunately, he already has a little clue.

Gojo Goku let go for a long time before turning sideways and staring at the kitty with his chin resting on his back.

The fleece is very fluffy, but not as soft as Wu Jiu's cheeks. The off-white hat brim with black flowers arches around his face, making his complexion whiter.

The tail spread out behind him, flicking with his breathing.

Gojo Satoru looked at it——suddenly took out his phone.

Crackling took a lot of photos from various angles.

In the middle of the night, after Xia Youjie took a shower, he came out of the bathroom with a towel on, and his phone vibrated.

He opened the cover of the phone, and there was a long long long string of messages from Gojo Satoru.

[picture][picture][picture][picture][picture]…

At the end of the text message, Gojo Satoru sighed.

-so cute.

- build a museum :)

Xia Youjie: "..."

This man is too exaggerated.

He swipe up speechlessly, and finished reading the pictures sent by Gojo Satoru.

3 minute later.

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Sender: Jay

Recipient: The strongest in the magic world

Content: ... It's not impossible.

The author has something to say: Since Jinjiang is being targeted again, and it is going to clean up the Internet, so you understand the light of this paragraph