My breeder is the strongest

What can you do in 40 seconds?

Heart beats 45 times.

Deliver 2400ml of blood.

The cheetah runs 1600 meters in the grassland.

The earth revolves 1200 kilometers around the sun.

Or, make a decision.

Dead, or, alive?

Gojo Shio did not intend to give him such a simple multiple choice question.

"In 40 seconds, someone will kill Gojo Satoru." He said succinctly, "And you and Satoru are one."

"I don't want you to trade him with your life." Gojo Shio added.

"I mean, if you live, he will live, and if you die, he will not live."

The Gojo family needs a genius like Wujo Satoru, but what they need more is to make this genius obedient.

By what method can a sharp blade be voluntarily put into a scabbard?

——The easiest way may be to give him a weakness that is holding him back but has to be protected.

"Do you know why Satoru has been unable to learn the reversal technique?"

Wujojiu's body froze and his breathing stopped.

Gojo Shio squatted down in front of him with a smile, put one hand on his knee, and lifted his chin frivolously with his fingers.

"That's right, it's because of you."

【30 seconds】

Twin bondage.

You are me, I am you, two people together form a complete life body.

Therefore, the mantra of Wujojiu is the mantra of Wujowu.

Therefore, if Wujojiu knew how to use the reversal technique, it would be impossible for Wujo Satoru to learn the reversal technique.

For the future of the Wutiao family, it took a lot of time to confirm that the bondage was indeed established.

"Without you, I might really have nothing to do with him, but—" Gojo Shio laughed viciously, "Satoru, who can't reverse the spell, is pierced through the throat with a magic tool, what will happen after that?"

"He will die because of you, can you understand?"

"The person you like the most dies precisely because you are alive."

Curled index finger plus thumb, Gojo Shio squeezed Gojo Hisa's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look directly into his eyes.

Feel the other party's stiffness with satisfaction.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

He changed his tone and suddenly softened.

"However, how could I do this to my son?"

"I just want him to go home. It's not worth killing people, so I will give you the right to choose another path."

"The only one who can save him—and you."

"You are Wu's second life. In other words, as long as you don't die, Wu will always be alive."

"How is it, isn't it great?"

Live or die?

He didn't intend to give his prey such a loose choice.

The more fetters there are, the narrower one's path will be.

Unreasonable feelings cut off the paths that could have been taken, leaving only Elysee leading to hell.

【20 seconds】

He returned to the master seat in front of him, clapped his hands high and high, and the servants brought a wooden doll without a face.

"This is a super-grade cursed object, Doll Chrysanthemum. As long as you have it, no one will die and no one will be injured this time."

"Set a bondage with me." Gojo Shio persuaded, "As long as you listen to us, you can live, and Wu can live, and everyone is happy."

"Instead, if you refuse—"

He sneered, "Am I lying to you, you can refuse to give it a try."

When he first threw Wutiaojiu, he just wanted to throw a sugar-coated cannonball.

A small pet that can lighten the burden on the six eyes, this is the position that Gojo Shio gave Gojojiu at the beginning. As long as the relationship is deep, Gojo Satoru will have a weakness, and he will not be able to handle it casually at that time.

But Gojo Satoru's abilities exceeded his expectations.

This "weakness" that was supposed to be manipulated by others became Gojo Satoru's reason for resistance, and the matter quickly got out of his control.

He is angry, but also looking for opportunities.

The enemy is in the light, and I am in the dark.

There are always opportunities.

Like a family of perfumers whom I met by chance.

For example, a certain curse master who came to ask for cooperation.

Gojo Shio was very sure that the plan this time was perfect.

He paved the way and crafted traps, just waiting for the cute kitten to break down and jump off.

【10 seconds】

Gojo Shio showed a complacent expression uncontrollably, stretched out his hands, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Choose it!"

"Should we die with Wu, or live together and become his hero?"

In the empty room, only the light bulb above the head was shining brightly.

At this moment, he felt that he was a god.

In front of the opposite wall, the boy's hands and feet were bound. He lowered his head, his hair covering his expression.

"……you."

Suddenly, Wutiaojiu, who had been silent all this time, spoke, "Is it too underestimated?"

Gojo Shio smiled, "I didn't—"

Wujojiu raised his head, stared straight into his eyes, and suddenly sighed.

"Hey, you're screwed."

The blue veins on the top of Shixiong Gojo's head twitched wildly, "Are you crazy? Who the hell is going to die, in a dozen seconds—"

"I know." Wujojiu shook his head and interrupted him lightly, his voice was soft, but his tone was terrifyingly calm, "Regardless of what you said is true or not, if Satoru is going to die, I will naturally feel it. It’s not too late to make a decision then, is it?”

Gojo Shio: "..."

Why is this completely different from what he thought? ?

Isn't he just a spoiled child?How can you be so calm? ?

He seemed to be stuck in his chest with an unknown breath, but he still sneered and forcibly maintained his high profile.

"Hehe, the dead duck has a hard mouth, wait until you realize what death is—"

"But." Wujojiu asked in confusion, "What are you living for?"

Gojo Shio was puzzled, "Huh?"

"Some people live for themselves, some people live for others, and some people live for ideals."

Wujojiu looked at him with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"What are you living for?"

【3 seconds】

What do you live for?

Of course it's for the Gojo family——

Is it really?

The black and white of the funeral flashed through my mind, corpses, blood, death.

fear.

What accompanies a conjurer all his life is fear.

Those fears he wanted to flee from.

Those ice-blue cat pupils were like knives, pity and sympathy sliced ​​into the heart, pricking out stinging blood.

Halfway through his thinking, Gojo Shio realized that he was actually led away by a mere artificial creature.

"Oh, don't change the subject! Don't you feel it? Your master is going to die—"

He laughed, as if to confirm his victory, "Choose quickly! You're running out of time!"

【3 seconds】

【2 seconds】

【1 seconds】

Wujojiu's body swayed uncontrollably, he couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.

it has started!

The passing of life begins!

Gojo Shio raised the corners of his mouth, as if everything was under control—but what answered him was not the imaginary panic and begging for mercy, but a sigh.

"That's why I said, you are too underestimated."

The kitty breathed heavily, opened his eyes half-closed, and said softly.

Behind him, with a flick of his tail, a dagger appeared out of thin air, with the tip aimed at the carotid artery under the skin.

"To live together, or...to die together."

He had a hard time.

"I, which one, both, don't choose."

There is also a third way.

Because Wujo has lived for a long time, Wujo Wuxue will not reverse the spell.

Conversely, as long as Wujojiu dies——

Even if there is only the last 0.1 second of life left.

Gojo Satoru is also certain that he can learn to reverse the spell, and then turn defeat into victory.

Because Gojo Satoru is the strongest.

Wujo has been going on for a long time, from the bottom of my heart.

Believe it.

Because Wujojiu lived for Wujo Wu.

There was only a little amount of mana he could use.

However, a little is enough.

The space is distorted, and behind the dagger that appears out of thin air, white light spots appear.

Spell reversal, heh.

Gojo Shio's pupils shrank suddenly, "You—"

Before the words fell, the blade was inserted deeply into the throat.

Click, the second hand of the clock returns to twelve o'clock.

Time, eight o'clock sharp.

On the bustling Gosawa Bridge, the engines of the floats decorated with flowers and ribbons were started, and staff dressed in bright red and green Ebisu costumes carried gift baskets onto the floats.

"Wait, wait, there's a special commission!"

The young lady who was in charge of packing the presents suddenly remembered and took out a small packing box from her pocket.

"What, why didn't you say it earlier." Ebisu muttered, "Who is it for?"

The young lady bowed in embarrassment, "I added it temporarily tonight, I just forgot."

She winked playfully, "The client is very cute."

"Well, let me see...it's for a person with white hair, a black uniform, and sunglasses. He looks like this. I'll give you a photo."

Blood spurted and splashed on the pale wall illuminated by the light.

Blood pressure drops to zero, breathing stops.

Between life and death, the magic power is reversed.

Is this the reversal technique?

The tissues inside the body grew wildly, and in the gap of blurred consciousness, Gojo Satoru felt that he seemed to have reached a mysterious realm.

He began to have an illusion that he could control the flow of every drop of blood and the growth of every piece of flesh in his body.

Or maybe it's not an illusion.

The person who should have been powerless to fall down suddenly pulled out the hand that was holding down the Tennihoko, and the wound gushing out from his throat closed and healed within a few seconds.

Wujo Wulian threw the knife aside, took a step forward, bent his knees, and pinched his "brother"'s head with one hand.

Then, just lifted him up like that——

The "brother" showed panic on his face, and within a few seconds, his figure changed and he returned to his feminine appearance.

Gojo Satoru didn't immediately crush that head.

"You know, right? Tell me now." He said coldly, "Where is Wujou?"

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