My breeder is the strongest

The temperature in the palm of your hand filters out all the noise in your ears.

Humans are such strange creatures, holding only one person's hand can feel like embracing the whole world.

Heartbeat, breath, pace.

Through the connected palms, gradually converge.

The fragments of the fireworks scattered in the night, and the gathered crowd also dispersed.

Neither of the two spoke, one in front of the other, quietly strolling through the crowd, like water droplets merging into the sea.

The moment the fireworks stopped, there was a moment of darkness around——

Gojo Satoru suddenly pulled the person behind him, Gojojiu opened his eyes wide, and the person in front of him had already turned around, hugging the water blue into his arms.

The lights came on.

Like the first domino toppled, from the beginning of this street to the lush green hills, one after another, the red paper lanterns are lit by candlelight, illuminating the layers upon layers of red birds that extend infinitely live.

Illuminate the child's slightly rounded cheeks, the snapdragon pattern on the light blue bathrobe, and his bangs held back by the fox mask.

Wujo was taken aback for a long time, and subconsciously said, "Enlightenment...?"

Behind the sunglasses, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes.

"Long."

"Huh?" Kitty tilted his head, twisted his tail, and caressed his hair with the fluffy tip, "what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"……fine."

"Just." He finally whispered, "Let me hug you for a while."

"Oh." Wujo didn't doubt him for a long time, raised his hand and patted him on the back, lowered his eyes slightly, "Okay."

"By the way!" After a few seconds, he suddenly excitedly said, "Enlightenment! Isn't the pattern of this snapdragon beautiful!"

Wujo Gou said lazily, "Yes."

Gojojiu: "That's right! My mother-in-law said - because it is the iconic flower of hell, so it is very domineering!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Oh."

Co-authoring this thing represents hell?

In that meeting five years ago, Gojo Satoru was standing in the crowd, the kitty was lying on his belly, sleeping soundly in the hood behind him.

This time five years later, Gojojiu was wearing a water-blue bathrobe printed with light white snapdragon grass, and his bangs on one side were tied up by the elastic band of a fox mask of the same color, revealing a smooth forehead.

It made those eyes clearer and brighter.

Gojo Satoru led the child and walked ahead, without looking back, but his eyes were all focused on him.

The six eyes with a 360-degree field of view carefully scanned the curled hair, the red cheeks, and the soft fingers being held.

As if trying to trace his shape.

Wutiaojiu followed behind him, and Balabala talked endlessly.

"Wu, why are you here so late? I'm so bored here."

"Someone wanted to touch my tail just now, but I refused! I'm so nervous, what if I get caught!"

"Enlightened—"

Wujojiu stopped, pulled him around, and flicked his tail.

A small light blue bell hangs leisurely on the tip of the tail.

The kitty was shaking his ears, his eyes were full of expectation.

"So, what is Wu going to tell me tonight?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru froze.

—— I was careless, I completely forgot about the confession.

"I, ah, that, this, you..."

He nervously looked away, pointed casually, and suddenly exaggerated.

"Ah! Look at that! Jiu, are you fishing for goldfish?"

Wujojiu:?

In front of the same goldfish stall as five years ago, there were two different people squatting.

Successful diversion of attention.

"Boss!" Gojojiu stretched out his hand, and enthusiastically handed over the hundred-yuan coin he took from Gojo Wu, "I want ten nets!"

Gojo Wu squatted beside him, his long legs looked very aggrieved, his head was overcast, his soul was out of his body, and he really wanted to ask Xia Youjie for a cigarette at this time.

So bad—this is too bad!

How could Master Wutiao's confession be so condescending!

A perfect Gojo Satoru must have a perfect confession!

However, although.

Gojo Satoru quickly turned on the phone, and his brain, which was interrupted by a series of accidents, restarted. The reflex arc circled the earth three times before finally continuing the program he had thought up before.

That is.

Confess with Xia Youjie - Ask Xia Youjie the secret of confessing to Wujojiu.

Sender: The Strongest in the Magic World

Recipient: Jay

Content: How to confess to Jiu! !urgent! ! !tell me! !Right now! ! !

Gojo Satoru stared at the phone anxiously, ten seconds passed.

No reply.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gan, what's the use of you!

Raise soldiers for thousands of days, but no one uses them.

Since the military adviser can't be contacted, the general can only do it himself.

Gojo Satoru bite the bullet and moved to Gojojiu's side, turned his head and bit the tip of his ear.

Wujojiu:! ! !

His body froze, the goldfish broke through the paper net, and the cat turned his head slightly, moving his eyes carefully.

"Enlightened...?"

The golden-red lights dyed the ice-blue pupils, the tail and ears were stretched because of tension, and when the hand was loosened, the paper net with the handle plopped into the water.

Wutiaowu: "..."

So cute, it's a foul, absolutely! !

Suddenly blushed.

It may be that the sound is stuck in the throat, the trachea is blocked, the breathing is short of breath, and the heartbeat becomes faster.

Gojo Satoru licked his dry lips: "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gojo Jiu slammed, and the whole person rushed forward. Wujo Wu was caught off guard, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, before he had time to support the ground with his hands, he first protected the person who threw him down.

Wu Tiao Jiu hugged his neck, his tail swayed like a small fan.

The ice-blue cat's pupils widened, and it pointed out excitedly.

"Enlightenment! There are emas! I want to write about emas!"

Looking in the direction Wutiao has long pointed to, it is an iron frame decorated with flowers of various colors. The frame is twisted into the shape of a horse with its fore hooves raised. The whole body is covered with painted red quadrilateral small wooden signs, which are being pushed by the staff. Move here.

Ema, originated in Nara, refers to a small sign used to write wishes.

However, this is still "true ema".

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru raised his shoulders, then shrugged dejectedly.

I don't know whether to be depressed or relieved.

He took off the five Jiu masks as if venting his anger, put them on his face, and rumpled the kitty's hair.

Wu Tiaojiu wore the broken bangs covering his eyes, with a confused expression on his face, "Enlightenment?"

Gojo Satoru patted his butt, stood up, and picked him up by one side, letting Gojo Jiu sit on his arm.

"It's okay." He removed the fox mask and said proudly, "Let's go write ema!"

Writing ema is one of Gojojiu's hobbies.

During the winter and summer vacations every year, the three of them wandered around various festivals and shrines. Gojojiu would write earnestly and draw illustrations that did not seem artistic at all. Finally, he put his hands together and closed his eyes to make a wish.

Gojo Satoru doesn’t think there are gods in the world, and he also doesn’t have the slightest romantic artistic bacteria. Anyway, when Gojojiu was young, he was beaten by Xia Youjie several times because he told children that Santa Claus/Momotaro/Flower Fairy didn’t actually exist.

But every time Gojo Satoru ridicules that there is no god in the world, and there is no need to pray so seriously, Gojojiu will seriously refute.

"some."

Wujo Satoru dismissed it, but.

If there is a god in the world——

Gojo Satoru looked at the hung ema and thought.

Give me a chance to confess, please!

Wujo Satoru walked two steps with Wujojiu in his arms, and Maozi strongly demanded to come down and walk by himself.

Gojo Satoru didn't let him go, and rubbed his chin on his face, "Why? Haven't you liked me for a long time?"

"No!" Gojojiu flicked his tail and puffed up his face, "Seijuro said that only children are carried away!"

The kitty kicked and jumped down, Wujo Wu touched his chin, feeling empty and a little unaccustomed to it.

He took the child's hand along the way, put his chin in his palm, and pinched the five bulging faces with one hand.

Soft, like pinching a balloon.

"How long have you grown up?"

The kitty smashed his chin into the palm of his hand, "Yeah!"

"I want to help Wu!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help rubbing his soft cheeks left and right, and didn't listen to what he said at all.

I don't know how it grows, why it can be so soft.

He said perfunctorily, "Well, help me."

This time the Ema is a free item of the □□ event, there are a lot of people queuing up, and it took half an hour to get the Ema. Wujojiu carefully wrote his name on the edge of the small wooden board, happily flicked his tail, and pointed Show it to Gojo Satoru.

With a sweep of his tail, he accidentally rubbed against the person behind him.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Standing behind was a couple. The boy flicked his sleeve in disgust and rolled his eyes, "Have you got long eyes? Did anyone see it?"

Wujojiu quickly grabbed his tail, turned around and stepped aside, "Sorry."

"Just an apology?" The young man was aggressive, "What material did you use for this outfit? I warn you, I'm allergic to artificial fur, come here, give me a contact number, in case you are allergic..."

The girl next to him tugged at his arm, opened her mouth as if about to say something, but was pressed down by him.

The young man swept his eyes and saw the ema on the table.

"Huh? Wujojiu? What a weird name." He laughed out loud with a smirk, "How could someone name it after pain (く)* of pain (くるしい) hahaha!"

The young man quickly reached out, picked up the ema and shook it, "Hey, who gave you this name?"

As soon as he finished speaking - he felt a chill behind his back, as if he was being stared at by some kind of wild beast, and would be torn apart by sharp claws in the next second, and his throat would be bitten.

The young man trembled and looked at the source of the chill involuntarily.

Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket, took off his sunglasses at some point, put his index finger on the nose pad, lazily raised his eyelids, and swept him up and down.

Even though his whole body was relaxed, he exuded a terrifying sense of intimidation.

Sight is like a knife, piercing into the bone marrow.

Master Wutiao rolled his fingers and put away his sunglasses.

"I started it, why." He sneered, "Do you have an opinion?"

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