My breeder is the strongest

High School of Magic.

"However, it doesn't feel like it." Jia Ruozi was thoughtful.

"What doesn't look like?" Xia Youjie asked casually after plugging in the charger for the phone with a dead battery and a black screen.

"That text message." Nitro turned his chair and looked at the report on the table again, "I thought Wu Tiao was not someone who would care about such trivial matters."

She tried to imitate according to her usual impression of Gojo Satoru, and a straight white-haired man appeared in her mind, who let out an exclamation, and then yelled strangely, "Jie, you actually contacted Nitro in secret", while grabbing the mobile phone, and sent out "That's right, old man!" I only like myself".

There was no tension or anything.

However, if this object is replaced by Wujo Jiu—Gojo Wu's behavior, it seems that there is no sense of disobedience.

Home into the glass: "..."

Is this guy's double standard already so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

"Could it be." She doubted her life, and remembered what Wutiao had said for a long time, and those two words felt hot when she said them, "Wutiao is really... a gentle person?"

"Uh...this."

Xia Youjie thought for a while, "It should be regarded as overflowing water."

Home into the nitrous: "Overflowing water?"

"Yes." Xia Youjie nodded, "If you compare people to a cup—care for others is the water in the cup."

"You think Wu is not that kind of person, probably because he only has half a glass of water, but Wu is very smart, and he poured a lot of water for a long time, so it overflowed."

"That's why, sometimes, she appears 'gentle'."

"But." He remembered something, lowered his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Should 'gentleness' be a good thing for conjurers..."

got it!

A mere 2 minutes is not a problem for the young master Wutiao who can teleport.

In 1 minute, go back to the high school to get the Xijiufu bought today, and then come back, except for a little more mana power consumption, it is completely easy.

Gojo Satoru hid the bag in his clothes, raised a hand, and flashed joyfully.

"Long, let's go to see the floats now—"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank and his heart stopped beating.

The sparkling river water and the forest in front of him were empty, only traces of strange spell power remained.

"Long……?"

Gojo Satoru yanked off his sunglasses, and his six eyes pierced through the woods and the crowd.

He dodged, and in the next second he was already at the top of the tree, searching quickly along the traces of the remaining spell power.

where?who is it?

Damn it, how could he be so negligent!

Because things are going too much as expected - so let your guard down, damn it!

Gojo Satoru stood in the crowd, his eyes passed through the crowd and buildings, and he locked on to the traces of strange magic power in the distance. The phone suddenly vibrated, and he didn't even look at it to pick it up. Shinhara Shinyuki's timid voice came from there.

"Mr. Gojo..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him directly, "If you have something to say, get out, I don't have time now."

After finishing speaking, he vigilantly checked the mana fluctuations within a hundred meters, and there was no sign of Shinbara Mayu.

After confirming, Gojo Satoru raised his hand to hang up the phone, but before he pressed it, a suffocating smell came from the tip of his nose—he was caught off guard, dizzy for a while, and staggered two steps.

An irresistible drowsiness struck violently.

In the next second, two forked knives, one long and one short, penetrated his throat.

A special-grade spell tool, the Sky-defying Hoko.

Its effect is to forcibly suspend the active spell.

The pain came belatedly afterward, and Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, submerged in inconceivable emotions.

Behind him, the woman was different from usual, wearing dirty sportswear, her long black hair tied into a peaked cap, her hands tremblingly holding the handle of the knife that had been pierced into his throat.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

This is impossible--

The mantra is obviously completely different!

The handle of the knife was withdrawn abruptly, and half a second later, the expression on the woman's face changed from timidity to contempt and mockery.

Along with that, her appearance changed from femininity to masculinity.

The handle of the knife jerked forward.

"Mr. Gojo, do you still remember me?" The woman, no, the man's voice was low, and he laughed, "Haha, hahaha, I am——the younger brother of Shinbara Mayu!"

Ignorance is bliss.

In the dark corner of the room in the Kamihara house, six-year-old Kamihara Mayu prayed like this.

I don't want to know anything, I don't want to decide anything.

If - if.

Who can let me just be an ignorant obedient person.

In the overwhelming darkness, the invisible god grinned grinningly, opening his mouth silently.

【Bound established】

At the cost of half an eye, that day.

Her "brother" was born.

Did you get carried away by the excitement of revenge?

A tear fell from the corner of the "male" who was laughing wildly.

Although the mantra was used to protect the cut wound for the first time, the surging blood still blocked the cut airway, and the severe pain and suffocation made his mind blurred every second.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand with difficulty, grabbed the magic tool inserted in his throat, the blade cut his palm, and the sting pain regained a trace of sobriety.

Smell, twins, eyes.

Altered mana fluctuations.

He finally realized one thing.

Their goal - from the very beginning, it wasn't Gojoku.

But Wujo Wu.

"1 minutes."

who is it?Who is speaking?

"We have a minute left."

The vision changed from blurred to clear, Wujojiu blinked, his eyes were covered, and he could only see a piece of white light.

"Have you heard of the bondage of twins?"

He opened his mouth, his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

"twin?"

"Yes, twins."

Someone took off the cloth covering his eyes—under the dazzling light, the figures in front of him blurred into double images.

After a few seconds, he finally saw the person's appearance.

Same white hair, similar facial features.

He is the current head of the Gojo family.

Gojo Shio took a sip of tea, flipping through a fragment of an ancient book with a yellowish skin in his hand.

If Gojo Satoru were here, he would be able to recognize that this book happened to be the missing parts of the book he found in the forbidden library.

"The person who makes a contract with this thing will use the spell power as a seal, and the twin bondage will be established."

In the empty room, it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, only his voice echoed ethereally.

he read.

"My ability is your ability."

"My technique is your technique."

"For the price."

"Your mantra is my mantra."

Gojo Shio slowed down his speech and spoke slowly.

"Your life is all for my life."

He closed the residual copy with a "snap", and smiled.

"We met for the first time. Although I let you out at the beginning, I didn't expect it to be successful."

Gojo Shio glanced at his watch, then looked up at the boy with cat ears who looked like Gojo Satoru in front of him.

"We've got 40 seconds left, and I thought, let me explain to you what's going on."

"Simply put—you're going to die soon."

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