The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao wanted to stand up from Wujo Wu's body, she put her palms on Wujo Wu's chest and exerted force, but such strength was very itchy for Wujo Wu.

So Gojo Satoru directly grabbed Ling Yao's collar and lifted him up from his body.

And the little girl hugged her leg that just hit the corner of the bed, her face wrinkled in pain, but she didn't sit down, but quickly stood aside.

With a wrinkled face, coupled with the atmosphere when he hurriedly ran towards him just now, the whole face looked like a white and tender bun.

It's still the kind of bun that doesn't have much meat.

Gojo Satoru no longer lay down, he sat up.

Looking at the little girl standing in front of her with a wrinkled face, she wanted to laugh inexplicably, "Why, you want me to apologize to your potted plant again?"

Ling Yao puffed his face, staring at him with a pair of round deer eyes, "Yeah."

"I'm sorry—" He elongated his tone, apologized to the potted plant, turned his eyes back to Ling Yao, and smiled lazily: "But because your potted plant was damaged by me, your mother didn't ask the bottom line when she came in. What happened to you, you don't have to lie and make excuses, do you want to say thank you to me?"

"..."

"A child who knows how to be grateful is a good child."

"...Thank you." Ling Yao quickly thanked in a very low voice, sounding a bit childish and reluctant.

Gojo Satoru had a kind of joy of being successful, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he was about to touch Ling Yao's head with his hand.

Soft, the little girl just took a bath and washed her hair at night, after blow drying, it feels fluffy and fluffy, like a furry animal.

However, the moment I touched it, the little animal seemed to be a little fried.

Gojo Satoru looked at Ling Yao's eyes that suddenly stared at him again, a little puzzled, "Who else should I apologize to?"

Ling Yao stared at him, saying every word clearly and crisply, "You lied to me."

Gojo Satoru thought it was a bit funny, he pointed to himself, and smiled: "Me? What did I lie to you?"

"I shouldn't say thank you to you. Because it was your sudden appearance that alarmed my mother. If you don't come, my potted plants don't need to be broken. So, this is your fault."

She stood straight in front of him, wearing a loose white cotton pajamas, a section of thin white calf was exposed under the empty skirt, and her long hair was softly scattered from her shoulders to her back.

With the dim light of the desk lamp, she looked much more obedient and docile than usual.

This word was spoken clearly, logically and orderly, with a serious face. Although Gojo Satoru knew that Ling Yao was really very serious now after getting along for many days, he just felt a little childish for some reason.

"I still want to ask you, why did you call me when you didn't sleep in the middle of the night? I thought you were in some danger when you called and didn't speak. ?" Gojo Gojo snorted, his chin raised.

He stood up from the bed on the bell, under the cover of the desk lamp, only a vague outline could be seen above his chest.

And his voice, "I haven't asked you yet, what do you want to say when you call me?"

"You...you came here because you thought I was in danger?" The bell shook in a small voice, and she didn't answer, but asked an irrelevant question.

The eyes are black and bright, and the long and thin eyelashes are blinking slowly, waiting carefully for the answer.

Gojo Satoru didn't hear clearly, so he bent down and got closer, "Ah? What did you say?"

His face appeared again within the light of the desk lamp, with small sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, with a well-defined outline, and blue jewel-like eyes under the thin and thick eyelashes.

Ling Yao didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of disturbing her mother again, so she moved closer.

The warm breath brushed Wujo Wu's face and ears lightly, a little hot and a little itchy.Her voice was clear and crisp, and her articulation was light, "Did you come to me because you thought I was in danger?"

Gojo Satoru didn't think there was a problem with the logic, so he admitted it directly, "Yes."

He continued to complain and complain: "I was about to go to bed when you called. I saw you suddenly called. I didn't want to answer it, but I thought you were texting before and never called. It's like this It was late, and I thought you were in some danger. After answering the phone, you didn't say a word, as if you were kidnapped by stuffing cloth strips. I just wanted to come to your house to have a look. If you send it home, if something goes wrong, it will happen at home. Who knows—"

He snorted coldly, looked down at the bell, and looked unhappy, "Who knew that you are not only fine, but also blamed me for breaking your potted plant. Next time I want to meddle in your business, I will stand on my head for you!" look!"

"...I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely.

Wujo Wu's nose turned high, "It's useless to apologize, it's too late."

Ling Yao was a little distressed, "Then what should I say so that you will forgive me?"

Looking at her eyes looking at him for help, guilt and anxiety are hidden in the clear deer eyes.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelids, looked at her for a moment, raised the corners of his lips, smiled happily, and said in a drawn-out tone, "No matter what you say—I won't forgive—"

Sure enough, when he said that, Ling Yao's expression collapsed visibly to the naked eye.

Head hanging, a little sad.

Wujo Wu's chin was raised high, but his eyes were squinting at Ling Yao's expression, wanting to see if Ling Yao would say anything else, it was inexplicable, but he found it a little interesting.

The expected words of continuing to beg him for forgiveness did not appear, just when he was thinking about whether he had played a little too much and made the little girl feel too guilty.

The hem of the clothes was ripped.

The strength is very small, if he is not quiet now, he can hardly feel this small pull.

Ling Yao's hand tugged at his clothes, his head was still hanging, "I see."

The voice was calm and quiet, and there was a taste of loss.

Gojo Satoru wondered, no way, did he really overplay his joke this time?

Is the little girl really guilty to this extent?

"Thank you for worrying about me," she said.

The small sunglasses collapsed from the bridge of the nose, showing Gojo Satoru's extremely displeased expression, "Who's worried about you?"

Hearing this, she raised her head, "...I'm sorry, I thought you meant you were worried."

"..."

"Well, actually, I just wanted to send you a message. It seems that I accidentally clicked the wrong button and clicked on the call button, so... I'm sorry to disturb your rest." So saying, she pushed him towards the window sill Pushed, "You go back. I'm sorry."

"..." Gojo Satoru looked down at the hand pushing his waist, then at Ling Yao's lowered head, and at the soft and somewhat disappointed voice, raising his voice deliberately: "Then I'll really go back Oh?"

"Yeah." She responded.

"I've been very busy recently, and I don't have time to talk to you, so even if you send me a text message again, I won't reply, okay?"

"Well, I won't text you again." She promised calmly, thought for a while, and added, "I won't bother you again either."

"?" Not quite right.

Gojo Satoru was pushed by her to the window sill.

Ling Yao said goodnight to him lightly, then turned around and walked back to her bed, took off her slippers, got into bed, and didn't care if he left or not.

It seemed that he had tacitly agreed that he would leave, or that he hadn't thought about it at all, and had just tacitly agreed that he would go when he said good night.

Ling Yao lay down for a while, strangely, after Gojo Satoru visited once, the insomnia that could not fall asleep seemed to be much more stable, and she soon fell asleep.

Just had a lot of weird dreams.

In the dream, she was surrounded by a simple high eaves, surrounded by a large room, surrounded by women in kimonos, who dressed her in an orderly and expressionless manner, combed her hair, wore accessories, and scented her fingers , busy.

At this time a man came in, he glanced at her, and asked in a deep voice, "Who chose this dress for her?"

A woman stood up in fear, "It's...it's me."

Without raising his eyelids, the man said flatly, "Pull it out. You can change her into a blue dress."

The attendants behind him quickly dragged the woman out of the house, but before they heard the scream, the voice got stuck in her throat and her head fell to the ground.

The women present bent over to respond, and after he left, they quickly changed her clothes, their faces more solemn and fearful.

Finally, she was escorted out of the yard and into a black car.

I am not used to the clogs on my feet, and I feel much more relaxed after getting in the car.

A strange sound was heard in the ear, like the blunt sound of flesh and blood being cut open.

She looked back out the window.

She had already slowly driven out of the glass window of the courtyard, and she saw the courtyard she had just stepped out of. The women who served her were escorted to kneel in the courtyard, their mouths were all stuffed with cloth strips, and they could not utter a word. sound.

They were pinned down tightly, unable to move, but they still struggled desperately, which is the instinct of human beings to survive.

The squire standing behind them raised his knife.

Blood splattered the entire evening.

The head rolled down far away, but the eyes were still open, maintaining the desperate expression before death.

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Ling Yao woke up in depression, her eyes were pitch black, it was still late at night.

There was cold sweat behind the neck and ears, and the chest was so constricted that he couldn't breathe, as if a drowning person had just been fished out of the shore, his whole body was soaked in the cold, and he was breathing heavily for air.

In the already silent night, even the street lights seemed extraordinarily silent and dim.

Ling shook to touch the cell phone next to the pillow.

When the lights came on, I vaguely felt that I had returned to the real world.

The time is, 05:30 am.

I'm going to be up for school in a few hours.

She squinted her eyes, trying to sleep for a while, and suddenly saw a few unread messages in the message window.

Stretching his eyelids, Ling Yao opened the unread message.

... A series of names, all Gojo Satoru.

"?"

"Very well, Ringing, this is your evaluation of me, isn't it?"

"I just said, why did you promise to be so obedient? It turns out that you have already planned to break up with me, right?"

"Wait for me tomorrow!"

"[picture]"

Ling Yao clicked on the last picture... a magnified Wujo Wu's face, holding a mineral water bottle in his hand, which had been crushed by him.

Arrows are drawn on the picture and words are added.

The arrow points to the crushed mineral water bottle, and the words in bold and bold - bell ringing.

The bell rang: "..."

The photo seems to be taken casually, a bit shaken and blurred. For most people, it is a deadly camera angle, but when placed on Gojo Satoru's face, it still looks so good that people can't help but look at it more.

Seeing how he was transformed into a mineral water bottle, suddenly, inexplicably, he wanted to cry.

The bright light outside the window heralds the approaching dawn.

Ling Yao touched the sweat on his neck when he woke up from the dream, Gojo Wu in the photo raised his eyebrows and smiled, and at this moment he could clearly hear his own breathing.

It was a dream.

Just now.