When can the vests have a tea party?

Nao's "hand" slipped.

Although the shell and ability of the vest can be kneaded by her, the problem of time and space has always troubled her.

From the beginning of Lishen'ai, she began to wonder why her vest could span time.Now this body that is still sleeping in her senses seems to have a chaotic connection with time and space.

However, everything will not be revealed until the birth of the curse embryo is completed.

With a "click", the door of this room was opened, and Gojo Satoru walked in from the outside with a pair of long legs.

Nao's spirit shook slightly, and she immediately focused her attention on this side.

The girl sat upright on the chair with her back straight, and the eyes that looked up at him looked very calm.

"As a curse master, don't you feel scared now that you have been arrested and returned?" Gojo Satoru stood in this cramped room, and his excessive height made him even more oppressive.

Hearing this, under his gaze, the girl lowered her head slightly as if thinking, and then said, "I don't feel scared."

"Hey——" the white-haired young man dragged his voice, and suddenly leaned down to get closer to her, "Is it okay to be imprisoned for life?"

Nao stared at the bandages wrapped around the eyes of the other party. He hadn't seen him for ten years, and the other party's personality seemed to be even worse.

"No." She said, her tone was very sure, but this attitude seemed to reveal some kind of confidence.

Gojo Satoru raised his right hand, stroked his chin, and speculated: "You don't think that someone will come to rescue you, do you?"

His tone was frivolous and careless, his tall body bent down in an uncomfortable posture, his left hand naturally rested on the back of the chair the girl was leaning against, covering her whole body.

Very close.

The aura of a mature man rushed towards his face. From this angle, Nao could see his protruding Adam's apple hidden in the opponent's high-collared dark uniform.

Her originally straight back shifted backwards, tightly sticking to the upright and hard backrest of the chair.

"Let me think about it," Gojo Satoru seemed not aware of her uneasiness, and continued, "Is it those curse girls who walked with you today?"

Nao held his breath, his eyes inevitably fell on his face.

Even with bandages on the eyes, it still can't stop the other party's unique looks, whether it's a tall nose bridge or a beautiful lip shape, even if he debuted as a star on the spot, he will not violate the harmony.

"Or Xia Youjie who took you to defect?" Gojo Satoru continued his interrogation, looking at her unblinkingly with those blue eyes behind the bandages.

As soon as the words fell, the girl's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

"Is that so." He pondered, the corners of his mouth tensed subconsciously, but he relaxed again as if thinking of something.

"He can't save you." The white-haired youth said decisively.

Nao frowned slightly.Her body is extremely sensitive to negative emotions. Although the other party's breathing and expression have not changed, subtle emotional changes cannot deceive her.

My own thoughts seem to be misunderstood?

"The reason why I'm not afraid," Nao said slowly, "is not because I believe someone will come to save me, but because..."

——Of course it's because she has confidence in the strength of her new vest!

"...Because I believe in Gojo Satoru."

The other party was inconspicuously stunned for a moment, but the close distance between the two made Nao catch this point.

She suddenly showed a fleeting smile, stretched out her hand and pulled the clothes on the young man's chest, forcing him to draw closer to her, while the other hand boldly stretched behind the other's ear, trying to untie the knot wrapped around the bandage.

At this time, the young man didn't cover the bandages and clothes with No Lower Limit, almost conniving at her movements.

This surprised Nao a little.

She easily untied the white cloth wrapped around the eyes of the other party, and the bandages scattered around her arms, and fell on the skin of the girl's thighs and ankles exposed by wearing shorts. Itchy touch.

He was unwrapped layer by layer like a gift.

Under the snow-white eyelashes, the blue eyes that are brighter than the clear night sky are finally exposed to the air.

Gojo Satoru looked down at her, and the bandage he had tied casually was now entangled on the girl's body, as if she deserved to be left by his side like this.

The fingertips of the young man's hand resting on the back of the chair couldn't help but move.

"Because I believe Gojo Satoru won't let me stay here forever." Nao added, looking into those beautiful six eyes, "Right?"

"Ah." The white-haired young man didn't look away, but his eyelashes fluttered up and down, like a white butterfly fluttering its wings.

Do you believe him?

Gojo Satoru let go of the girl's hand holding his collar, straightened up, took two steps back, put both hands in his pockets, and then said in an exaggerated tone: "Of course your understanding is wrong. , I have no reason to take you away."

"However, as the person in charge of the first year of the Tokyo High School, I negotiated with the high-level officials. If you make a commitment to enroll in the Magic High School, it can be used as an exchange for leaving here." Gojo Satoru changed his tone and said There was the sound of abduction.

Nao was slightly taken aback, but then understood.

Appeared!Wujowu's thousand-layer routine, also known as the art of abducting students with tricks.

"Okay." She agreed without hesitation.

The blunt attitude made the person who made this suggestion slightly surprised. The white-haired young man added: "The high-level request of the Conjurer's Association is to let me monitor you at all times. If you try to escape, you will be reset. You can't leave the prison anymore."

So don't try to find Jie, otherwise...

Under the white lashes, there was a dark flash in the blue eyes.

Nao got up from the uncomfortable chair, and the end of the tangled bandage was dragged on the ground, stained with the dust that had accumulated here for many years.

"Dirty." She picked it up belatedly, raised her eyes and asked Gojo Satoru, "It should be fine if you don't cover your eyes occasionally, right?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the white tape she had messed up, and said, "Since it's all dirty, then throw it away. Of course, you can take it with you."

There was an unknown meaning in his tone, but Nao didn't notice it at all.

Although the floor of this small room looks quite old, she still maintained a good character of not throwing rubbish casually. She tidied up the scattered bandages and wrapped them around her left arm, ready to go out and find a trash can to throw them away.

"Actually, theoretically speaking, I should be in the third grade of middle school at my current age." Nao tugged at the sleeves of the youth uniform very naturally and skillfully, just like when he was a child.

Nao followed the young man out, and said, "It's not bad to go directly to a high school now, but then you can't be called enlightened. It should be replaced by..."

"—Teacher Wutiao?"

It was a quiet night outside, with a cool breeze, and her voice was as clear as spring water.He was called many times by the students, but he changed it to the girl next to him, but Wujo Satoru had strange thoughts in his heart.

"You didn't attend any school," he stated.

"How do you know?" Nao was shocked.

"Of course it's because Gojo Satoru is omnipotent." The white-haired young man pointed at himself, showing a confident look that would definitely be complained about by his students.

Of course he knew.

With the Gojo family's network, it is not difficult to investigate the identities of Japanese incoming freshmen every year for comparison.

A cell phone rang suddenly, and the source came from Gojo Satoru's pocket.

He connected the phone, and the other party's few words made his face darken.

A super-level mantra appeared in Kyoto, which was witnessed by countless ordinary people and mistakenly thought it was a rare natural phenomenon.

Under the spectacle formed by the special-grade curse fetus, the young man with sutures on his face shook his hair, showing a simple and ignorant smile like a child: "Is it a new kind?"

A one-eyed volcanic-headed mana with a hairstyle like Mount Fuji on his head, and another man with eyes sticking out of a tree-like branch standing beside him looking up at the scene.

"It is indeed the same kind as your curse spirit." The boy with half black and half white hair jumped down lightly from the railing by the side of the road.He was wearing a black haori embroidered with gold patterns, like some kind of uniform.

On his forehead, there is also a neat circle of sutures.

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Port Mafia. Hand Party.

Wearing a black suit, a young man with red hair hurriedly walked in the corridor of this building.

It was supposed to be a routine report to the leader after the business trip, but he did not expect to receive the news of the leader's replacement midway, and it was Chuxue who usurped the throne.Gang Hei suppressed the message for a few days before sending it. He wanted to rush back immediately after receiving the message. He was relieved when he learned that Chuxue was fine.

After working overtime in an emergency to complete the task, Zhong Yuan finally appeared in the Hong Kong Black Building in a hurry.

However, the first person to greet him was Osamu Dazai who came out of the elevator directly from the chief's office.

"Yo, little dwarf, you're finally back." Dazai Osamu taunted as usual, but his mood was strangely elevated.Standing at the elevator door dangling left and right to prevent him from entering.

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately lowered his face: "Get out of the way, I want to go up."

He didn't have time to argue with Osamu Dazai today.Even though he knew that Chuxue had succeeded in usurping the throne, he was still very worried if he didn't see him.

Osamu Dazai refused to give way, he straightened his neckline with his right hand, deliberately revealing the shiny ring that he quickly moved from the index finger of his left hand to the ring finger after seeing Zhongya.

Sure enough, Nakahara Chuya's eyes moved to his hands, and he was dumbfounded for a moment: "Mackerel, when did you get married?"

Just a business trip gave Zhongyuanzhong a sense of confusion that couldn't keep up with the times.Could someone be so hard-pressed to fall in love with Osamu Dazai?

"This is an important token." The young man with iris eyes kissed the ring on his hand pretending to be affectionate.

However, after Zhong Yuan was shocked, he quickly noticed the abnormality.

The style of that ring is too familiar.It's like...the one Chuxue used to wear in the Central Plains.

"Where did you get this ring?" He frowned suddenly, grabbed Dazai Osamu's arm, and showed horror in his eyes.

"Oh yeah, Chuuya's expression really looks like a dragon that has been robbed of a treasure." Dazai Osamu admired his expression and added fuel to the fire, "You guessed it right, she gave it to me. "