The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"If you insist on staying here, you won't die anyway, and he won't die if you hold his hand, right?"

Under the dim streetlights, Gojo Satoru's shadow was stretched very long, as if standing in an empty abyss.

But after he stood up straight, his gaze from above and the casual smile on his lips were like the cold moonlight at this time.

Ling Yao didn't know why he suddenly asked the question knowingly, and nodded hesitantly, "Yeah."

"Then I'll start right away."

Saying so, Gojo Satoru took out something from his pocket and threw it into Ling Yao's hand: "Put this on, and you can see."

Ling Yao didn't have a hand to pick it up, and fell to the ground with a snap.

She looked at a pair of black-rimmed glasses that fell to the ground at her feet, as if she had read a lot of books.

Immediately, Ling Yao heard Gojo Satoru sigh above her head, and said with a headache, "Are you really, would rather let things fall on the ground than let go of my hand?"

Ling Yao opened his mouth to say something, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, made a pause gesture, and said, "I know what you mean, you want to save people, right?"

She nodded.

Wujo Wu picked up the glasses with one hand, and directly put them on her eyes. He had never worn glasses before, and his movements were very direct and rough.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to adjust it, looked at it intently, and then grinned: "Not bad, it suits you quite well."

Ling Yao already had an intuition that when Gojo Satoru smiled so beautifully, it probably wasn't a good thing.

She turned her head to look at Fushimi Saru Hiko, trying to get a reliable answer from Fushimi Saru Hiko's face.

However, Fushimi Saru Hiko coughed and turned his head away without answering.

When he turned around again, Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes and leaned towards her face with a smile, "Are you ready? It's scary, isn't it?"

"It's scary?" Ling Yao was a little puzzled.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru had already flashed from in front of her to behind her.

There was no Gojo Satoru in the field of vision. Under the effect of the glasses, a huge python-like monster hovered above the empty street lamp, but it was not a python because it had a human head and face and long hair. Like dead algae sticking to the scalp, hanging down without aesthetic feeling, covering the slippery body like a python, even a little disgusting, and the woman's face is sticking out a long tongue, with dirty mucus constantly flowing from the tip of the tongue fall.

Gojo Satoru was standing behind Ling Yao, and he couldn't see his expression, but from his tone, it could be heard that he was full of smug smile at this time: "How, how, isn't it scary?"

"..." Ling Yao said expressionlessly, "It's okay."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, carefully observed Ling Yao's facial expression, heyed, and thoughtfully said: "The pupils are normal, and the muscles are not tense. Are you really not afraid? It looks very weak, and you have courage. It's pretty big."

Then Gojo Satoru sighed and said disappointedly: "I thought I'd see a little funny expression from you, but since your reaction is so bland, I've lost half of the fun, so let's settle it early and go back sooner."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to exorcise the curse.

However, in the line of sight, a blue light suddenly lit up in front of him, and Ling Yao looked serious, "Brother Fushimi, please lend me your saber."

Fushimi Saru Hiko said to her, "Remember the ceremony of drawing the sword."

Gojo Satoru paused his movements and looked curious: "The ceremony of drawing the sword? What is that?"

Then he saw Ling Yao holding the handle of the saber at Fushimi Saruhiko's waist, and there was a light blue light when he pulled it out. Ling Yao's face was serious: "Ling Yao, draw the saber urgently."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "And then what? Can you dance or turn around? It's like magical girl anime, changing clothes, halos, and shouting slogans—"

"..."

No matter what he said, Ling Yao stared at the curse spirit in front of her without moving, her small face was serious, and she was not affected by Wujo Wu at all.

Then, holding the handle of the knife, she stabbed the light blue accessory towards the neck of the curse spirit.

At the moment when the hit was about to be cut off, Ling Yao heard a loud roar in his ears, and then the huge curse spirit was split in two, and fell heavily on the ground, and the road beneath him was also dented and broken.

Holding the sword that hadn't been cut off, Ling Yao slowly turned her head.

Gojo Satoru was still standing behind her, with one hand resting on her shoulder, and the other hand stretching out only two fingers. It seemed that he just raised his hand just like that, and the curse spirit flew out and fell apart.

At this moment, he just put down his hand and smiled at her, like an extremely reliable senior, but this expression on Wujo Wu's face didn't feel reliable at all. He said: "This curse spirit is too ugly, so it's better Let me do it."

Having said that, he looked down at the saber in her hand again, and shook his head very dissatisfied: "The ceremony of drawing the saber is too embarrassing, I really can't bear to watch it."

"..."

"Huh? What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Gojo Satoru was puzzled, why did Ling Yao stare at him suddenly.

Ling Yao turned her head away from him, returned the sword to Fushimi Sarubiko, and said, "Let's go back, I should go back to do my homework."

Fushimi Saruhiko glanced at Gojo Satoru: "Where's your friend?"

Although he didn't want to talk to Gojo Satoru, who didn't speak well, he still kindly asked, "Do you want to go back with our car?"

Hearing this, Wujo Wu turned around first, and took a long leg: "It's too slow, I will arrive before you."

What comes first?

However, before Ling Yao could ask, Gojo Satoru had disappeared.

On the drive back, Ling Yao looked at the six missed calls on her phone, all from Gojo Satoru, and the time was when she was out of school.

I forgot to ask, did Gojo Satoru call for something?

At this moment, the screen flickered, showing that there was an additional message about Gojo Satoru's name.

Didn't see it clearly, sent another one.

Several messages were sent in succession.

"Why haven't these desserts been finished here?"

"Can you still eat?"

"It's okay, just give it a try and you'll know if you can eat it."

"It's not bad, it doesn't seem like a taste that will cause diarrhea."

"Let's eat together when you come back, little bell rings."

Ling Yao's eyes widened, looking at the messages that were still popping up, it was hard to describe his mood at this moment.

After finally waiting for the gap between Gojo Wu, she replied: "You talk a lot."

"..."

"I'd be very sad if you said that to me."

Bell shakes: "Really?"

Gojo Satoru: "In short, can you hurry up, I'm really bored waiting, if I knew it, I would just grab you and bring you back together."

Ling Yao: "I didn't make you wait..."

Gojo Satoru: "Very sad, really, I am really sad when you say such things."

Ling Yao: "I'm sorry..."

Gojo Satoru: "You also know that it's good that you are sorry for me, so you have to answer my question well later."

Bell shakes: "...?"

Gojo Satoru: "I'll wait for you."

Fushimi Saruhiko saw that Ling Yao's face was not very good looking in the rearview mirror, and asked concerned: "Did something happen?"

Bell shook and turned off the phone screen. In the dim light, she said expressionlessly, "No, I just remembered that I haven't written my math homework yet."