The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru went around several floors with the bell and reached a basement.

He went in and turned on the light first.

Then, after picking out from the cabinet for a long time, he gave Ling Yao a plush doll.

It's a rabbit.

...but not too cute.

The stitches are exposed, the stitches are rough, the eyes are wide open, a bit angry, and the color is dirty, as if rolling in the mud.

After Gojo Satoru threw the rabbit doll to her, he continued to rummage in the cabinet for a while.

It seems that I didn't find what I was looking for.

So he had no choice but to give up and settle for the next best thing. Gojo Satoru glanced at the rabbit doll in Ling Yao's hand with a slight distaste, "Forget it, that's all."

Ling Yao hugged the rabbit, "What is this for?"

"You'll know later." Gojo Satoru grabbed her wrist again, pulled her to the only sofa in the basement, and pressed her shoulders to make her sit down.

He moved his arm away from her and picked up the remote that had been scattered on the couch.

Press it, and the big screen in front of you will light up.

Under Ling Yao's puzzled gaze, Gojo Satoru grinned at her: "Let's watch a movie."

"……,it is good."

Watch the whole movie.

Ling Yao hugged the rabbit doll.

Gojo Satoru sat next to her.

He dragged his chin to watch with relish, and kept asking her from time to time, "How is it, isn't the picture in this operating room scary?"

Ling Yao: "...not bad."

"This, this, this corridor, there is a lot of blood, it looks very supernatural!"

"Well, it's pretty scary in here."

"Wow, wow, look at this!! These visceral props are too realistic, this must be scary, right?"

In the dim light.

Only the faint light from the screen, in the dimness, I can't see Gojo Satoru's face clearly, but I can vaguely feel him turning his head to look at him from time to time.

She didn't know what that meant.

Recalling what Xia Youjie said, since she and Gojo Satoru are friends, then...should she react a little like a friend should?

Think so.

Ling Yao stretched out her hand.

Just like in the past, Zongxiang patted Wujo Wu on the shoulder as he did when Rishi taught him the truth. In the dim light, he couldn't see Wujo Wu's expression, but he could feel his body stiffen for a moment.

Ling Yao continued: "Don't be afraid, these are all fake. If you are really afraid, let's not read it, okay?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his voice: "What are you talking about? Who is afraid?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Gojo Satoru snorted coldly, "There is nothing in this world that scares me yet."

"Then why do you keep asking me, I thought you were afraid..."

"..." Gojo Satoru sighed, "Forget it."

In the blurred light, Ling Yao saw Gojo Satoru standing up, and then disappeared into his faint sight.

As his footsteps left, a few seconds later, the lights in the basement turned on.

The light illuminated the entire space for a moment.

The vision suddenly returned to light, and Ling Yao squinted her eyes uncomfortably. When she opened her eyes again, Gojo Satoru had already walked back to her side.

He picked up the remote control with one hand, turned off the horror movie playing on the big screen, and pulled the rabbit doll she was holding in his arms with the other hand.

Gojo Satoru didn't look at her, but looked down at the dirty doll, stared at it for a while, and said in a disgusted tone, "I thought it was something very special, it's useless at all."

It was only at this time that Ling Yao asked the doubts she had at the beginning: "You gave me this...why?"

"This one." Gojo Satoru said, "This is the curse skeleton made by Yemo teacher. It can sense the mood of the person holding it. When there is nervous emotion, it will make cat noises."

Ling Yao looked at the rabbit doll in Gojo Satoru's arms...Curse Kui, "Isn't it a rabbit?"

"Ah? Is it a rabbit?" Gojo Satoru brought it in front of his eyes, squinted his eyes for a while, and gave up identifying it: "Forget it, it's ugly anyway, so it's okay to call it a unicorn."

"Oh..." Ling Yao stretched out his hand and poked the face of the curse. It was fluffy, but it was actually quite comfortable to touch. "Can it really sense nervousness? It's amazing."

"I originally wanted to find the mantra that sensed the fear, but I couldn't find it after searching all over the place. I can only settle for this, and the nervousness is about the same. But—" Gojo Satoru pinched the mantra's ear, as if I think it's funny to pinch the ears of this rabbit-like cat Mu Mu, and he said to Ling Yao: "So you're really not afraid of these scary things."

He thought of Ling Yao's flat reaction every time he saw the curse spirit, and it happened that Noctua Moth Zhengdao's curse skeleton was here, and he wanted to see how courageous Ling Yao was.

The film also deliberately selected films with the highest film scores and recognized horror coefficient full of stars.

"...I said I'm not afraid, but I'm not afraid." Ling Yao stared at him with round eyes, her tone a little unhappy, "I won't lie."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault." The tone was a smile, without any sincerity of guilt.

it's fine.

Ling Yao felt that she was very magnanimous, and what Xia Youjie said was right, her friends would not be angry because of such a trivial matter.

So she said, "It doesn't matter, we are friends, and I won't get angry with you because of this little thing."

Surprised for a moment, he quickly turned his head and looked over.

He opened his mouth, and finally twisted his eyebrows and eyes together exaggeratedly, and said with an extremely disgusted expression: "Friend?"

He pointed to himself, "Me and you?"

Ling Yao blinked and nodded vigorously, "En!"

She raised her head, her eyes were slightly bent because of happiness, and her smile was simple and pure happiness, like a flower that smiled in the wind because of this little thing.

It doesn't have to be a very beautiful flower, but it is definitely noticeable at a glance.

"Okay, then it's a friend, thank you for your generosity and understanding, good friend." He said a little helplessly, a little speechless, biting the last word, sounding a little disgusted.

And Ling Yao couldn't understand the subtext of these strange tone, but just heard the name of good friend from Wu Tiao Wu's mouth, because of this, she must have laughed more happily.

Gojo Satoru was completely defeated, holding the ugly cursed doll in his hand, looking at Ling's crooked eyes, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

Before I could think clearly, my hand was already raised.

Then it lightly landed on top of her head. He didn't look at her, and said lightly: "I didn't think about relationship issues before, but what you said reminded me. You are right, we are friends."

"But—" Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled at her, half of his eyes were blocked by the small sunglasses, which could not conceal the arrogance exuding from his whole body, "My friend is not so easy to be."

"Is there anything special...?" Ling Yao asked.

"Of course." Wujo Satoru smiled at her with a mysterious tone, "As my friend, you have to trust me, listen to me, and like what I like. If I say add sugar, I will add sugar. When I am bored, I will accompany you." Me, when I’m angry, I consciously don’t bother me, and the most important thing is—don’t call me by my first name directly.”

"........."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes and smiled, "How about it, can it be done?"

He bent his eyes and tilted his body in front of Ling Yao.

The distance is a little closer, observing Ling Yao's expression.

But there was no expected expression of being tortured by him.

She was quiet, as if she was seriously thinking about whether this could be done.

Gojo Satoru felt that this bland reaction was a little boring, and continued: "It's too late to regret it now?"

"That..." Ling shook her mouth.

Wujo Wu's eyebrows were curved, "How about it, have you considered it? If you find it too difficult, do you want to consider the relationship of taking the next best thing?"

"What's the best thing to do?" Ling Yao suddenly became curious.

"This one, it's much simpler." Gojo Satoru said casually, "Just like before."

"Then, the previous relationship was...?"

Gojo Gojo smiled brightly, "Brother."

"..."

"Make a choice, ring the bell." He smiled and looked at her very kindly.

If other people who know Gojo Satoru see what Gojo Satoru looks like, they must be able to see that this guy is trying to be funny again.

Ling Yao thought seriously.

When he raised his head again, he answered very seriously, "I can do it all, but the last one... Regarding the addressing question, I am actually a little unclear so far. Zongxiang taught me that there are differences between people who are close or distant. Your honorific title, but I seldom get in touch with people other than them, so actually I don’t know how to call you by your name.”

Ling Yao speaks words very slowly, gently and slowly.

Just like her always serious expression when she speaks, and when she expresses her confusion at this time, her eyes are full of sincerity.

Such pure sincerity filled Gojo Satoru's eyes, inexplicably, for no reason, with a little bit of guilt for being too joking.

Although, she doesn't care.

Gojo Satoru suppressed his foolish smile.

Let out a sigh that the bell shakes for no reason.

Then, he looked down at her and said slowly, "Xia Youjie is my friend, you can call me like Xia Youjie."

Ling Yao tried to call out, "Enlightenment?"

"Hmm." There was no extra joke this time.

As if licking a bit of honey on the tip of her tongue, a very small jump appeared on Ling Yao's face, and her eyelashes cast curved shadows under her eyes.

Gojo Goto asked lazily, "What about you? What do your friends call you?"

"I..." Ling Yao thought for a while, then answered him, "My name is Ling Yao, I like this name."

The basement fell silent.

When he was standing tall, only his well-defined jaw could be seen from the angle that Ling Yao looked up.

Then, Gojo Satoru grabbed her arm again and walked towards the stairs, "Okay, since the movie isn't good, I'll take you to play something else."

Halfway up the stairs, he suddenly remembered that he was still holding the curse skeleton in his hand, Gojo Satoru stopped in his footsteps, "Wait, put this first..."

His steps stopped suddenly.

Ling Yao had been running in small steps to keep up with Gojo Satoru, but when she stopped suddenly, she was bumped unexpectedly, and under the pull of gravity, her body fell towards the bottom of the stairs.

Gojo Satoru reacted very quickly, he quickly grabbed Ling Yao's arm with one glance, and pulled her back.

With a bit of strength, the tip of Ling Yao's nose hit Gojo Satoru's chest, which hurt a little.

Her face was pressed against Gojo Satoru's chest.

Wujo Wu's voice suddenly exploded in his ear, his voice was high-pitched, he seemed to be dissatisfied with this, and he sounded fierce: "Ling Yao, why can't you walk up the stairs?"

Ling Yao was a little depressed.

She didn't do it on purpose, why did Gojo Satoru suddenly attack her again?

I don't know what to do when Wujo Wujiu is angry with her. It seems that Wujo Wujo didn't mention this one in the list of things he should do as his friend just now...

More and more depressed.

Ling Yao had no choice but to apologize sincerely, otherwise she would be murdered.

She raised her hand.

Pinch Gojo Satoru's face.

Gently pulled the upward arc of the corner of his mouth, trying to make his expression look happier.

The voice was very sincere, and he whispered: "I'm sorry, I will pay attention, don't be angry, okay?"

at this time--

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow—"

Ling Yao was taken aback.

Seeing Wujo Satoru's curse skeleton between her arms, why did this curse skeleton suddenly look like a blown trumpet at this moment, she looked at Gojo Satoru somewhat at a loss.

And Gojo Satoru's expression froze the moment she suddenly raised her hand to touch his face.

He stood motionless on the spot, her fingers resting on the corner of his lips, pinching his face, gently and softly, pulling him into a strange arc.

Her fingertips were a little cold.

Like the scorching midsummer, when you look up, you can see the thin rain falling from the eaves and into the pond, the shallow ripples on the lake surface, and the cool mist.

"Meow woo woo woo meow—meow—"

The curse was still screaming and didn't stop.

In the quiet basement with only two people, it was especially harsh.