My breeder is the strongest

Life seems to be no different from the past.

The world is cruel, and it will not stop running just because someone disappears.

Gojo Satoru is still acting like a fool, he is the only one in heaven and earth. This symptom has not been reduced after becoming the head of the family, but it has become more serious.

They still went on missions together, and sometimes separated, and were scolded by Nitzi together after being injured, although Gojo Satoru was rarely injured again after that, and there was no scratch.

Summer is fleeting, and autumn comes quietly, and the leaves turn yellow and wither.

Master Wutiao bought a lot of new clothes, and bought a lot for him and Nitzi by the way, none of them are the same as before.

It's as if nothing has changed, and it's as if nothing has changed.

Gojo Satoru began to learn to quarrel with the old men in the family, learn to balance forces to fight for interests, conduct the most annoying surface diplomacy with other members of the Yusan family, and manage family assets.

He began to obsessively become stronger, stronger, a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than others, and there seemed to be a non-existent imaginary enemy chasing after his ass.

He will no longer sleep unpreparedly until dawn and stay in bed, no longer be lazy and only rely on spell power to recognize people, no longer complain about headaches or loud noises, accept all the information from the six eyes, and become habitual Check the details one by one.

The sleep time was terribly short, and learning the reversal technique made him more confident, and he didn't have much time to work, train or study.

He seldom went back to the dormitory. One weekend, Xia Youjie went to the door and took out the key. The doorknob of the apartment next door was covered with a thick layer of dust.

I'm afraid it hasn't been opened once in such a long time.

If things go on like this, "the strongest in the magic world" may not just be the bragging of Master Wutiao.

Everyone was doing their own thing, walking on the track step by step, as if nothing happened, and kept silent about the past.

Only occasionally, Xia Youjie returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed.

I can always touch two white cat hairs that can't be cleaned anyway.

He originally thought that he might have to wait half his life to talk about this topic with Gojo Satoru again, until he suddenly received a call that day.

"...Come back soon." Jiarui Nitrozi sighed.

"Wu Tiao is going to fight with the assistant supervisor."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Wait, fight?Can this fight?

Are you sure it wasn't a unilateral crush?

And—what did he fight with the assistant supervisor? ?

Nitro vaguely said, "Anyway, you'll know it when you see it."

After hanging up the phone, Nitro sent him the address.

Xia Youjie understood when he saw it.

Because the address is the ward where Wujo lived a long time ago.

High School of Magic.

Gojo Satoru didn't enter the door, so he sat against the wall at the door, clasped his fingers absently, and he wouldn't let anyone in. The assistant supervisor had no choice but to stand beside him and wait.

Xia Youjie hastily finished his mission and rushed back, the closer he got, the lighter his steps unconsciously.

Gojo Satoru looked up at him, and waved his hand carelessly as usual.

"Yo, Jay."

A lot of gibberish words accumulated in his throat, but in the end he uttered silently.

Xia Youjie stopped in front of him, looked at it from this angle, and saw his long, white eyelashes directly through the sunglasses in front of him.

In the past, he often looked at another person from this perspective.

"Wu, I've been here for a long time."

"Ah."

"If you are like this, it will be very difficult for the auxiliary supervision."

"Ah."

"Enlightened—"

"You're so annoying." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair and interrupted him impatiently, "I know."

He didn't talk back, just sat there motionless, stubbornly not letting anyone in.

Gojo Satoru hasn't been so self-willed for a long time. Although he is still self-willed now, he always feels that it is subtly different from the past.

Xia Youjie didn't know how to describe the difference, until one day he passed by a nursery school on a mission——

The child who was picked up by the parents fell and broke his knee, hugged his mother's leg and cried loudly, while the child waiting in the nursery had more wounds on his body, but he only had a Band-Aid on it, and looked away disdainfully.

For a moment, Xia Youjie felt as if he had returned to the past.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the inside through the small window on the door. The interior decoration that Gojo Satoru had modified without permission had not been dismantled, and there were still five long-unfolded cow flower pajamas scattered on the bed.

"...Enlightenment." Xia Youjie paused, and his voice was a little softer, as if he was coaxing a large beast in the wild, "Before Lu Sheng and the others left two jars of plum wine."

"Have a drink?"

Before I knew it, it was already mid-September.

June, July and August are the seasons for festivals. Summer festivals and Obon festivals will be held in various places one after another. In September, there will be only one Hegang festival left. The weather turns cold and students go back to school. It’s just the adults. I always feel that the festival is not so lively.

Xia Youjie put the wine on the flying mantra, and two small white porcelain wine glasses. After thinking about it, he grabbed two bags of peanuts from the cabinet.

Gojo Satoru was already lying on the roof of the college dormitory, with one hand behind his head, his thumb and index finger closed in a circle, and one eye closed, encircling the moon in the circle.

"Jie—" he exclaimed as if he had discovered a new world, "The moon will become bigger!"

The farther the circles are, the smaller the moon is, and the closer the circles are, the bigger the moon will be.

Commonly known as the contrast effect, three-year-olds don't play like this anymore.

After all, they have game consoles and have no time to lie on the roof and watch the moon.

Xia Youjie: "...Did you just find out?"

"Because my vision is different from yours." Wujo Satoru didn't care about his contempt, and poured the wine naturally, not polite at all, "I haven't tried it before."

Xia Youjie also lay down, made a circle with his fingers, and said casually.

"Have you played this for a long time?"

Very good, stepping on the thunder, hit the red heart.

This is the first time in three months that they have mentioned the name directly.

The response was the expected silence, Xia Youjie sighed in his heart, thinking that if he still doesn't want to talk about it now, it's really better to talk about it later.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "No, he is the same as me, is Jie an idiot?"

Xia Youjie was inexplicably relieved.

Gojo Wujo raised his head and took a sip, then said indifferently, "Just ask whatever you want, Jie must have been holding back for a long time."

"……Oh."

"Why?" Xia Youjie thought for a while and asked, "At that time, I thought you would kill someone."

Gojo Satoru spat out the wine with a "poof" and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"What, didn't you come all the way to prevent me from killing people?"

"Yes." Xia Youjie scratched his face, "But I didn't expect you to really control it."

The other party really wanted to kill him. With Wujo Wu's character, it was impossible to repay hatred with kindness.

"...Actually not." Gojo Satoru poured himself another cup and recalled, "I was so angry at first, I saved that guy's life to find Jiu, and then..."

Later, Gojo Satoru saw Gojohisa's body.

At that moment, he wanted to destroy the whole world regardless.

but.

"But." Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes and said calmly, "If you kill someone, you will always feel it."

"This life is not worth it."

He put his hands back and muttered, "Jie, Jiu committed suicide—"

It may be that I drank too much, and people became chattering.

"Because I will die if I live for a long time, or I will be controlled by the Gojo family, so he uses his own dagger to cut..."

He couldn't go on talking.

The kitten would tear up at the slightest pain, hug his arm like a baby and want to blow it, cut off the carotid artery, the brain would immediately lack oxygen, but he could survive for 6 minutes.

6 minutes, before losing consciousness due to excessive blood loss...

How did he do it?

The blood sprayed the entire wall that day, and Gojo Satoru knelt beside him, unable to shed a single tear.

He watched Gojojiu's body slowly disappear, like all the magic spirits he killed.

It was wiped out, leaving no trace of its existence except for the filthy mana.

what……

he thinks.

Didn't you say yes, only I can get rid of you?

fraud.

Gojo Satoru blinked, and simply shut his mouth.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, or if the scene of that day is like a curse, lingering in his mind.

His throat was dry and he couldn't make any sound.

Silence spread silently, and after another long time, he emptied his consciousness, lay back in a daze, and murmured.

"Jie...have you been too used to me for a long time?"

In the past, Gojo Satoru always felt that it was Gojojiu who relied on him more.

After all, the kitty can’t even put on his own clothes. When he wakes up in the morning, he has to take care of the food and wash for two people. He has to arrange his hair and clothes before going out. He needs to be hugged when he walks and put on stickers when he sleeps. 24 hours a day, 20 There is no objection to being next to him for hours.

Young master Wutiao has always let others take care of him, let him do it himself, probably the only one in the whole world.

So Gojo Satoru always felt that it was normal for Gojo to cling to him for a long time.

However, after Wujo was gone for a long time, he realized that he was the one being taken care of.

He is not happy that the cat is always the first to feel it, and then the first to run to coax him, because he has to take five long meals, so he can not miss three meals, sticking to him is to help him filter out the noise Information, hugging and sleeping is because only the sweet milky scent is there, so that he won't be woken up early by the brain that is running too fast.

If it is said that Wu Tiao's young master's care is the only one in the world, then throughout the ages, it is possible that there is no second Wu Tiao for a long time.

It wasn't until Gojo was gone for a long time that Gojo Satoru realized what kind of greenhouse he was living in before.

Night Moth Zhengdao always told him not to be arrogant, but he had never heard of it.

And by then...it would be too late to say anything.

Xia Youjie didn't speak, just poured wine one glass after another, and drank four or five glasses in a row.

Just when Wujo Wu thought that he was going to be so silent tonight, Xia Youjie suddenly threw something at him.

The thing was stopped in front of the eyes without a lower limit - it was pitch-black, and it was a magic ball.

Xia Youjie didn't look back at him, but just asked, "Would you like to try it?"

Gojo Satoru took it down, smelled it, and tried to take a bite.

Then immediately spit it out in disgust, "Wow, it's so unpalatable."

He quickly threw it back, "Give it back to you, give it back to you."

Xia Youjie caught it calmly, held it in front of him, and sighed, "It's unpalatable."

"Actually." He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I just started eating a month ago."

He let out a long breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Although I didn't tell you before, I was quite flustered when I first saw the curse spirit."

All of a sudden, I had to face so many terrifying things, and I had no companions, no one could understand, so I had to swallow my fear and anxiety, and force myself to show that I was able to do everything with ease.

Gojo Satoru was not an ordinary human being who would have such normal feelings, and he didn't know any elders he could talk to. Even if he had, Xia Youjie's self-esteem wouldn't allow him to show weakness.

"When Jiu helped me get rid of the magic ball, I was really relieved." He murmured, "And, even if I don't say it, he knows what I'm thinking."

You don't need to put down your self-esteem to talk to anyone, and you don't need to find reasons to fight against your negative emotions. When you are uneasy or tired, the kitty will always come to him naturally, stick to his forehead, and have a good rest with him.

A month ago, before Xia Youjie ate the magic ball, he thought he would be very repulsive.

But, in fact, apart from feeling unpalatable, he felt surprisingly calm.

When I ate it for the first time, I really had mixed feelings, resistance, disgust, anxiety...everything.

"So I think it might be like this." Xia Youjie said seriously, "Although it's unpalatable, it's still the same—"

"However, for such a long time, I, who faced these things together with Jiu, have changed."

"Well, if it was Lv5 before, it might be upgraded to Lv10 now, so even if you have to leave Novice Village, it's okay to fight slimes."

"So... Enlightenment." He paused, and suddenly said seriously.

"I've been used to you for so long, isn't it to make you like this?"

Eh?

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then blinked unexpectedly.

I burst out laughing, almost unable to stop.

"Wow, it appeared hahaha! Jie, your metaphors are really disgusting hahaha!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

The veins on the top of Xia Youjie's head were throbbing. Sure enough, talking to this guy was challenging the bottom line of human endurance.

"Anyway, if you say you've been used to it for a long time." He put a cross on his head, clamped Gojo Satoru's neck with his arms, and twisted his head, "We are also accomplices, accomplices."

"Stop being a lonely personal hero to me, you idiot!"

Gojo Satoru paused.

Xia Youjie raised his head and poured the last bit of wine into his stomach. He didn't want to talk to this guy anymore, and jumped onto the curse spirit with a wave.

Before leaving, he said lazily at Gojo Wu without looking back.

"My mobile phone is broken, and your number is gone before - remember to send me a text message, I want to save the number."

"Oh, right." He deliberately emphasized, "Both numbers, both."

Xia Youjie left, leaving Gojo Wu alone, sitting on the roof staring in a daze at the direction he left.

The autumn wind at night was a bit cool, and it made people's skin crawl. He blocked the wind with no lower limit.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a long time, then put his hand in his pocket and took out a flip phone.

It was the one he used before the accident.

It contains all kinds of photos he took unscrupulously for Wutiaojiu every day, a long list of love blogs that he added to his collection temporarily, and all kinds of funny text messages that went wrong.

In the past three months, he has changed many sets of clothes, but he will bring this mobile phone with him every time he changes, without exception.

Although, the machine has been turned off.

It hasn't been opened once in three months.

text message...

Gojo Satoru looked away, and his thumb subconsciously figured out on the power button.

Then, casually, press the power button.

The screen flickered, and accompanied by the boot music, it suddenly lit up.

The next second after the main interface was displayed—the buzzing vibrated.

It's a new call.

Young master Wutiao shook his hand, and the phone was thrown up tens of centimeters, he frantically picked it up, and then pressed the answer button.

"Hey--"

A female voice came from the opposite side.

"Ah, that, sorry to disturb you so late!"

"I'm the staff member in charge of the Gosawabashi float parade. Well...someone asked us to give you a gift three months ago, but you didn't seem to come that day."

"Gift, do you want more?"

The flower car tour/walk is an event led by Gosawabashi Onsen Hotel, and the person in charge is the next proprietress of Gosawabashi Onsen Hotel, Nagata Wakarai.

All the gifts were distributed on the same day, and the costumes and floats were rented. After returning, there was only this small box left, and no one came to claim it.

She called this number for a long time according to the contact information, but the phone was always turned off.

After failing to contact this number for the Nth time, Wakata Nagata sighed in frustration listening to the familiar prompt tone on the other end of the phone.

The mother cast a concerned look, "I still can't get through, it's been three months."

"Yeah." Nagata Ruolai put away the phone and pouted, "How could this be, the client is so cute."

Nagata Ruolai is an out-and-out fan of fluff, and he can't walk when he sees fluff, so when he saw the client who was dressed in extremely realistic animal ears that day, he couldn't help but agree to He will definitely deliver the gift.

So, even after three months - she still wanted to get this done.

"Could it be jet lag?" Mother thought, "You are calling during the day, maybe the other party has gone abroad?"

"It's possible." She nodded in agreement, "Then I'll call again tonight!"

Sure enough, she was right to listen to her mother. In three months, she made the call for the first time.

"Gift." Nagata Ruolai said carefully, "Do you want more?"

She held her breath, and the other side was equally silent.

Three seconds later, she heard the male voice answer.

"Where are you now?"

Nagata Wakarai: "Uh, No. 37 Nagame Street, Gosawabashi..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone clicked and hung up.

Nagata Ruolai:? ? ?

She was stunned, and before she could understand what was going on, her phone rang again.

It's the number from just now.

Nagata Wakalai pressed the answer button, and a voice came from the receiver.

"Hello." He said, "I'm here, come down."

Wakata Nagata: ...? ? ? ? ?

Could this be the legendary teleportation? ? ?

Nagata's house is an ordinary single-family house, with easy-to-care vegetables growing in the yard, and a street light at the intersection.

Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, and a minute later, the girl hurriedly pushed open the entrance door, and met his gaze.

"Ah, you—" Nagata Ruolai's words started, then stopped abruptly, and said in surprise, "Are you that kid's brother?"

She was worried that she would not be able to recognize it, but now it looks exactly the same.

"No." Gojo Satoru vaguely skipped the topic, and held out his hand to her unceremoniously, "Where are the things, give them to me."

"...Oh, oh." Nagata Ruolai was stunned for a moment, subconsciously followed what he said, and babbled, "Have you gone abroad? Why can't I get through the phone? When this kid gave me something , looking forward to it..."

Gojo Satoru didn't listen to what she said at all, he reached out to take the small box tied with a crooked bow, and hurriedly opened it.

It is a light blue box with a white lining, and a four-pointed star-shaped crystal is placed on the cushion.

It is the key to the half-demon village.

【That lake is the center of the enchantment, as long as you stand under that tree, you can see whoever you want to see】

【Regardless of life or death】

He suddenly remembered that night, when Wu Tiaojiu watched him cry, his ice blue eyes were wet, reflecting the river and lights behind him.

He said.

【Enlightenment, I will stay for a long time. 】

Gojo Satoru's hand holding the box was so tight that it trembled, but he didn't use enough force to destroy the box.

——Even if we can meet each other, can we still stay for a long time if we die?

……fraud.

The big liar!

Nagata Ruolai: "Hello? Are you okay? Why are you... crying?"

Hey, is he crying?

Gojo Satoru wiped his face, and the autumn wind blew through, making his hands and face cool.

Nagata Ruolai carefully handed him a note.

"This is also for you... it is the oracle of the client's choice."

The complete process of the float event should be the gift giving, the oracle sent by the staff, and the final interview with the testimonials.

The interview is gone now, but Nagata Ruolai secretly kept the oracle.

That is a waka.

[I want to teach you three things. 】

[The first thing is sex. 】

[The second thing is love. 】

[The third thing is death and life. 】

This wine has great stamina.

Xia Youjie returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed, still feeling a little dizzy.

Anyway, it must be that the alcohol made by these monsters is too high.

But he hadn't been lying there for long, when someone opened the door of the dormitory indiscriminately. Xia Youjie blocked his eyes with his arm and came in without knocking on the door. Needless to say, Wujo Wu was the only one.

He sighed, "Wu, what's wrong with you—"

Gojo Satoru pulled him up, "Jie, accompany me to a place."

Xia Youjie reluctantly followed him, "It's late at night, where are you going?"

Wujo Wu: "Go and see Wujojiu."

Xia Youjie:? ?

When Wutiaowu wanted to do something, Xia Youjie was not the only one who had no peace.

Yokai and Feng Restaurant turned into a cat house, and the Nuliang Group was holding a reception. With a bang, the door of the restaurant was kicked open.

Nuliang Lusheng choked on a sip of wine, and before everyone could react, Master Wutiao had already teleported in front of him, and Xia Youjie came behind him sitting on the curse spirit, jumped down and bowed around to apologize with a headache.

Gojo Satoru went straight to the point.

"Lu Sheng, take me to the half-demon land."

Nuliang Rikusheng:? ? ?

Who is your name, do I know you well?

Late at night in Ukiyo-e Town, drunk office workers walked out of the izakaya and looked up at the night sky.

The twinkling stars gather into the Milky Way, loosely scattered like broken diamonds sprinkled on the night.

Then, "whoosh" flew over a long dragon.

Office workers:? ? ?

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief—this time, in the night covered with diamond fragments, an unknown creature that looked like a somersaulting cloud flew slowly past, with two people, one black and one white, sitting on it.

Office workers:? ? ? ? ? ?

The office worker rolled his eyes and passed out.

The people next to him hurried forward, "Hey! Hey! Are you okay!"

On the curse spirit, Gojo Satoru was still complaining, "Jie, can't this thing fly faster?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Nuliang Lusheng next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and exited to make a rescue, "You want to hurry up? Have you brought the token?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, took out the box, and held the four-pointed star in his hand, "I have it."

Nuliang Rikusheng pointed to his body, "Now—jump!"

The wind whistled past his ears, and he fell rapidly. Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in mid-air, and above his head was the starry sky sprinkled with broken diamonds.

He passed through the clouds, the night wind, and the lush tree tops. He was like a shooting star falling from the sky. The four-pointed star in the palm of his hand shone like a gentle hand, supporting him through the semicircular barrier.

Gojo Wu took a breath, and there was a sweet milky smell coming from the tip of his nose.

Then, lightly landed in the middle of that seemingly endless, shimmering lake.

He closed his eyes and said the name silently in his heart.

Long.Long.Long.

What to say, he didn't know either.

It doesn't matter if you thank him, call him a liar, persuade him to stay, or miss him.

Everything is good.

However, want to see him.

In any case, I want to see him again right away.

There is no lower limit to make the lake water and his body infinitely close, but never reach it.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, disturbing the complete reflection of the moon, and the intertwined tree roots quietly inserted into the bottom of the lake, emitting tiny fluorescence like breathing.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath—and opened his eyes.

In front of you, there is an empty sky, thick tree trunks and green roofs like umbrellas.

He waited quietly for 1 minute.

However, nothing appears.

Not as long as Wujo, nothing.

"However, there is one thing that I've always found very strange."

Above the enchantment, Nuliang Lusheng sat cross-legged on the mount monster, chatting with Xia Youjie next to him, "Didn't you say that Jiu's ability is the same as Gojo's, but I don't remember Gojo Satoru has space ability?"

Wujojiu's teleportation is spatial movement, and the tail can also store things, which is completely different from Wujou's ability.

"...Indeed." Xia Youjie was stunned, but also thought about it, "If Jiu's infinite reversal is the bondage established by Hewu..."

"Then where does his space ability come from?"

"Lu Sheng." He thought of something endlessly, "Do you think there is a god in this world?"

why? ?

Gojo Satoru sat up irritably, then ruffled his hair.

He opened his palm, and the star lay there, disturbingly quiet.

Gojo Satoru began to experiment with various positions—sitting, lying, standing, standing on his head, and holding it overhead.

However, all are useless.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gan, co-authoring this legend is a fake and shoddy product!

Young Master Wutiao let out a long breath—he lay back in disappointment, closed his eyes and lay flat on his back.

Really, little bastard.

Death is dead, and in the end you have to play tricks.

He covers his eyes with his arms.

Ah... so angry.

So angry.

He was so angry that something was about to move, and wanted to flow down from the corner of his eyes.

In the next second, directly in front of him, a Japanese style portal appeared out of thin air.

A pair of pale hands opened the paper door—behind the door, a man with white feathers, white hair and squinting eyes appeared.

"Ah la la, I finally found you at this coordinate."

Gojo Satoru paused, lowered his arms and straightened his body, his six eyes carefully scanned in front of him, his tone implied a warning.

"who are you?"

"Hmm." Gin Ichimaru rubbed his chin, but didn't answer his question, and looked at him while talking to himself, "This looks..."

"It should be right." He snapped his fingers, "You are Gojo Satoru, right?"

The white-haired man with squinting eyes reached into his wide cuff, felt for what he took out, and then threw it in Gojo Satoru's direction.

Young Master Wutiao's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively caught the object he threw with both hands, round, he moved his hand away, and his breathing was stagnant.

It was a small round ball.

Smooth, light blue, and most importantly - he could see that it belonged to Wutiaojiu's breath.

Gojo Satoru froze all over, not knowing whether to exert force or relax.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes and waved his hand with a smile, "The important thing is that I owe your kid a favor, so now I'm here to pay it back."

He turned around and stepped into the void. Before he closed the door, he poked out half of his head again as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, and also."

"Kids need to eat more to grow up again~"

The author has something to say: a note that I don’t think needs a note: Gin Ichimaru is a character in Shinigami

The serious plot of this article is all over here!There will be no abuse later, that is, teacher Jie Ge and teacher Wu Congdan (?) will start raising kittens ten years later, and there are some messy ideas about whether they can pass the review or not. There is no logic, so I want to write ( No

In short, I am very grateful to everyone for tolerating me to make up the background of Master Wutiao's life until now!After reading the manga Huaiyu Chapter, I wanted to give Brother Jie an ending where he didn’t defect anyway hhh, but if Brother Jie didn’t defect, Satoru would not grow up (_) so I had no choice but to torture them, hugged and abused to the point The cubs woo woo.

Thank you to all the cuties who keep sending me messages!Everyone who leaves a comment is a little angel!Chirp!Thank you for your hard work!

And everyone's nutrient solution and Lei!I'm too lazy to thank you in time. I'm very sorry. When the main text and extra episodes are all over, I will type it again.

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