The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao sat on the public bench outside the training hall.

The building above blocked the sun, and the light slanted down and stopped at the position in front of Ling Yao.

She stretched out her toes to catch a little sunlight.

Back into the shadows again.

Reach out to the sun again.

retracted again.

It's a very monotonous and boring little action, and the bell ringing is very interesting to play over and over again.

When Wujo realized it, he saw Lingying playing with it like a kindergarten kid.

The schoolbag was placed on his knees peacefully, his hair was neatly tied up, his head was lowered, and he kept staring at the boring little movements on his feet.

It's time for community activities.

The campus is very lively, the sound of cheering in high spirits on the gymnasium road, the sound of basketball friction and collision, and the sound of laughing and playing a little further away, surround the hearing deeply and shallowly.

Only the small shadow where Ling Yao was sitting was quiet.

Even the wind was much quieter, just brushing a little hair by her ear.

The moment he walked out, Ling Yao heard footsteps and turned to look over.

Seeing clearly that it was Gojo Satoru, her pitch-black pupils lit up, she stopped her small movements that she never tired of, and ran towards him with small steps, carrying her schoolbag.

Arriving in front of Gojo Satoru, he raised his head, "Are you ready?"

Gojo Satoru moved his arms, and as soon as he came out, he saw the little girl running towards him with her calves. He stopped, "It's done."

Ling Yao pursed her lips, "It's been a while."

"Don't even look at who it's for?" Gojo Satoru knocked her.

He didn't hit hard, but he was full of arrogance.

Ling Yao was still cheerful, looking up at him, "Why are you in our school? Aren't you going to be away from Tokyo for three or four days?"

"An idiot answered my call and said that he was going to find the senior, so I came to see what kind of senior it is. It really came in time—"

Having said that, his expression changed.

The whole face sank.

He couldn't help but tugged at Ling Yao's arm, looked at it, put it down, then pulled the other arm, looked at it, and put it down.

He raised his eyes and asked Ling Yao: "Where did that scum burn you?"

Ling Yao stretched out her left hand, "The back of this hand."

Gojo Wu pulled over and took a look. The little girl's hands were thin and white, and there was no scar. He asked, "You healed it with your own ability?"

"No, my ability can only save serious injuries and illnesses or resurrection from the dead. I can't do anything about such ordinary small wounds." Ling Yao said with a smile, "This is Brother Xiaobai's ability."

Wujo Wu's face sank visibly, he let go of her hand, and said coolly, "What is your little white brother's ability?"

Ling Yao crooked her eyes and smiled, her crisp tone had the tone of a child showing off, "No change!"

"Oh, that sounds amazing?" Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, and his tone didn't sound like a compliment at all.

However, Ling Yao couldn't understand his subtext, and nodded again with a smile, "It's really powerful, and the wounds will heal soon."

"..."

Just like a child talking about his favorite toy, the topic doesn't even know to stop.Ling Yao was still talking cheerfully, "So I wasn't worried just now, anyway, Brother Xiaobai is here, so nothing will happen..."

It was Gojo Satoru's claw that interrupted the ringing of the bell.

He slapped Ling Yao's head heavily, and searched randomly as if discouraged, until Ling Yao couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.

And accompanied by Gojo Satoru's voice which finally couldn't hold back, "Idiot! I didn't want to hear you talking about your little white brother! I fought for you anyway, why don't you see me caring about me?"

"Then..." Ling Yao raised her hand to caress Gojo Wu's wrist while she was dizzy, her fingers were cool, and the moment she touched her, there was a refreshing suddenness, "Are you injured?"

Wujo Wu stopped his hand and snorted coldly, "What kind of nonsense are you asking, isn't it too perfunctory? Just a few ordinary scumbags, what can you do to me?"

"……Oh."

"Even super-level curse spirits are beaten in front of me. A few ordinary people, and they are still middle school students, I can crush them with one hand!"

Ling Yao opened his mouth, "You, you crushed him?"

After speaking, I will run to the side of the path.

Being grabbed by the collar behind him, Gojo Wu carried the bell back like a chicken, and pulled it back in front of him. Wujo Wu was speechless: "What are you doing?"

Ling Yao said: "You crushed him, I'm going to rescue him, otherwise the school will be held accountable at that time, I have contacted them, and I will go to the police station... Maybe the camping will be ruined , very troublesome."

Gojo Satoru burst out laughing immediately, "Are you stupid or not? That's obviously just an exaggeration. Don't worry, the person is still fine, with no missing arms or legs, but it's just that the situation is miserable."

Ling Yao thought for a while, then asked curiously: "How miserable is it?"

"Probably there are scars all over the body. It can neither constitute a crime nor be painful enough. I am very good at grasping this standard. In short, you will not get into any trouble." Wujo Wujo described happily, I am quite satisfied with my masterpiece: "I guess I will walk around you when I see you in the future. Hey, I don't even use spell power. It's really not difficult to teach such an ignorant middle school student."

"Oh……"

Then, she saw Gojo Satoru's face darken again, "What if I don't arrive in time? Why did you come to such a corner with someone so obediently, and there are so many boys, it's very dangerous, don't you know? Know!"

Ling Yao blinked, "But I won't get hurt."

Gojo Satoru mercilessly tapped her on the head, "Does it hurt when the cigarette butt burns your hand?"

Ling Yao faltered immediately, and nodded depressedly, "It hurts."

"Even if the wound will heal, it will still hurt when you are injured, okay! Don't be so obedient and go with others in the future. Didn't Munakata teach you not to go with strangers casually, especially the opposite sex? A place with few people." Gojo Satoru said in a tone of hatred.

"No..." Ling Yao thought of something, and quickly added: "Your Majesty taught me."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Who is Zun?"

"It's Misaki brother's king..."

"Who is Brother Misaki? Misaki, this is obviously a girl's name!"

"This..." Ling Yao frowned, not knowing how to explain it to Wujo Wu, and finally gave up, "Zun and Zunxiang are my seniors? Or, elders? Oh no, I don't know how to describe it..."

"..." Wutiaowu looked at the little girl's frowning face, inexplicably he felt a lot better, but he still pretended to be serious, and said with a straight face: "Let's not get entangled in the issue of identity, let's talk about it first, how did Zun teach you?" your?"

Ah finally a question she'll answer.Ling Yao immediately lowered her frown, and replied with a smile: "Zun said that when they are in danger, they can be burned with fire."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Is the teacher very violent?"

"That's right...so when I was pinned down by them just now, I was struggling whether I should use fire or not. I felt that this was a little too violent."

"Won't you faint if you use fire?"

"Just a little bit is fine."

"I wanted to ask before, why did you faint when you used fire? When I saw you magnify the fireball, I thought you were at least a swordsman level, who knew you were just a little swordsman."

Ling Yao didn't understand a little, "Swordsman... little swordsman..., is this the level of magic power?"

"Oh, this, of course not. This is the level in a game I played recently. In short, the swordsman is the strongest, and the little swordsman is the best." Gojo Satoru touched the bell with a smile, " Do you understand?"

"..." The corners of Ling Yao's lips collapsed, "I'm not the best."

"So, so why do you faint when you use fire?"

Ling Yao was still a little unhappy, she turned her face away from Wujo Wu, "Because fire is the ability of a venerable, and the attributes of a venerable are not compatible with me, so I can only use a little bit, and it's fine."

Gojo Satoru turned back the face that Ling Yao had turned away from.

There was not much flesh on the little girl's face, and it was just that big of a lump in her hand. With this sudden movement, Ling Yao's face was full of astonishment, and her black eyes blinked, full of bewilderment.

Gojo Satoru asked seriously: "Why did you go to such a remote corner with those scumbags?"

Ling Yao's entire face was pinched by Gojo Goku, her chin was pinched round, and her voice was a little vague: "They are the seniors of the basketball club..."

Wujo Wujo said seriously, "Even if you have such abilities, whether you can heal wounds, save people, or use fire, please remember that you are only a first-year middle school student. For a child like you, there are many ways to hurt you. Even if the scars on your body can be healed with your abilities, the other injuries you caused will not disappear. Human society is not black and white, and it is much more complicated than you imagined. They cannot be automatically classified as good just because they are seniors of the same club."

"In the future, except for people you trust 100%... Forget it, I guess in your eyes, everyone can be trusted. In short, if anyone else wants to take you to a strange place except your good friend, you must ask clearly, it is not appropriate You must refuse, do you understand?"

"En." Ling Yao was very obedient.

It was because she was too obedient, and she promised too obediently, which made people feel uneasy.

He said with a headache: "You idiot, if you are deceived to a farther place in the future, where can I find you back?"

Gojo Satoru even started to think about going back and asking if there were any curse bones that could be tracked and located at any time.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in front of my eyes, and there was a faint light.

He and Ling Yao stood in the backlight of the setting sun, and the shadow of the gymnasium behind him shrouded him and Ling Yao in the shadow, compared with the brightness under the light, the place was slightly dark.

Therefore, when this fluttering firefly flew in front of Gojo Satoru, he noticed it at a glance.

He has seen this kind of firefly many times.

When the bell rang to save someone, there would be such a firefly flying beside her, shining brightly.

Gojo Satoru lowered his gaze and met Shangling's smiling eyes, "You gave me glasses that can see curses, so I'll give you a gift too."

When she closed her palms, the firefly stopped flying, and stayed between her and Gojo Satoru, flickering faintly.

Ling shook the zipper of the schoolbag and found a small glass bottle from inside.

The stopper on the bottle mouth was opened, and Liuying flew in. She put the stopper back on, and Liuying was shining brightly in the transparent glass bottle.

Send the palm of your hand in front of Gojo Satoru.

She smiled and said, "With this, no matter where I am in the future, you will be able to find me."

"..."

During the second when he was silent, Ling shook his hand, saw that he was not moving, and opened the palm of his hand, and put the small glass bottle on the palm of his hand.

And, the little girl said very seriously: "It's very important, you can't throw it away."

The glass bottle is cool to the touch, like her fingertips.

In the melodious wind of summer, it is slightly gentle.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the glass bottle stuffed into the palm of his hand, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up.

He raised his eyes, but his tone was indifferent, with a look of indifference, "What will happen if you lose it?"

Originally thought that this Liuying came from her illusion, and it was closely related to her ability.

And it is something that can be tracked, at least there will be some very serious consequences, such as information exposure, lack of ability, and so on.

As a result, the little girl dropped her mouth and said every word very seriously, "I will be very upset."

Gojo Satoru didn't care about his face, and laughed out loud with a poof.

"You, what are you laughing at? Seriously, I will be really upset." Ling Yao puffed up, with the corners of his mouth drooping, looking really unhappy.

Gojo Satoru put his palms together and put it in his pocket, the corners of his mouth turned up high, "I know, I know, I put it away."

Only then did Ling Yao's expression soften.

Gojo Satoru asked with a smile: "Did you just give me such an important thing?"

Ling Yao blinked, "Aren't you afraid you won't find me?"

"So just give it to me? Oh, if other people have this worry, you will give it to others too?" Wujo Satoru narrowed his eyes, and his tone sounded a little dangerous.

"Nope."

"It's almost there."

"Others won't look for me." Ling Yao said lightly, not because she didn't care, but because she was used to it, so she didn't care anymore.

Her eyelashes were drooping, and her shadow was shrouded in the shadow of the gymnasium behind her. She was small and thin, looking like a lost child.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru said.

With a certain tone.

Ling Yao raised her head slowly, a little timidly at a loss.

Gojo Satoru rubbed her head, restrained his usual lazy chuckle, and said in a low voice: "Maybe I didn't have it before, but now I do. Didn't you meet a good friend at school, that one is Momoi Wuyue The girl in the house, and the parents who adopted you, they will all worry about you. If you disappear, they will all look for you."

Behind is the huge dusk that is slowly falling. When the wind blows, it is like rolling up thousands of hectares of fireworks, illuminating Ling Yao's dark eyes bit by bit.

She also seems to have gradually realized that now that she has friends and family, she smiled again and nodded heavily, "I always forget that I already have a family, and good friends, they will worry about me, and they will still ask me out in May Going to the mall together, they're good friends."

"It's just...it just always feels unreal, so I always forget it." She smiled slightly.

Gojo Satoru looked down at her blue eyes.

She smiled and added: "I won't forget, at least you will worry about me and come to save me."

Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, "That's about the same."

At this time the phone vibrated, Ling Yao picked up the phone and looked at it.

It was Momoi Wuyue who sent her a message, saying that the club activities were over, and she would come out after counting things, and asked her where she was.

While replying to the text message, Ling Yao said to Gojo Satoru, "Mayue asked me to go shopping, to buy things for camping tomorrow,..."

Halfway through.

Momoi Wuyue sent over a shopping list, which she thought up during the club activities.

Bell shook the string of things, and the first thing she saw was underwear.

She blushed instantly.

Probably because this topic has appeared too frequently recently, her first attention was actually here, and she suddenly thought of Aomine Daiki's photo of Xiao Mai, Momoi Itsuki's figure, and the group of seniors staring at him just now. Her chest said with disgust that she was dry and lacking water.

Gojo Satoru was still waiting for the next sentence from the bell, "What, what, then?"

Ring shakes and puts down the phone.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to look at Gojo Wujo, struggled a few times, and in Wujo Wujo's blinking eyes, unable to understand the situation, he said, "Wujo, am I really... shriveled?"

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

He looked up and down at Ling Yao, with slender arms and legs, and said in a natural tone: "Yes, so thin that the wind can blow it away."

Then, he saw that Ling Yao's expression had obviously dimmed.

He continued: "I've been wanting to talk about you for a long time. The appetite is so small. If you eat a little more, you won't lose weight like this."

The little girl seemed even more unhappy.

Gojo Satoru stopped whining, but still planned to say a few words of comfort: "It's okay, eat more food, it will grow."

"..."

"……I see."

Ling Yao lowered her head, a little dejected, "Sure enough, it would look better with bigger breasts."

“……………?????”

Gojo Satoru suspected that his ears had misheard, or that there was something wrong with his brain.

It took a few seconds before he regained his ability to think, "What did you just say?"

Ling Yao thought he didn't hear clearly, raised her head and said again slowly and clearly, then asked him: "You also think bigger breasts look better, don't you?"

"..."

"Wu, why is your face so red?" He didn't hear Wujo's answer, but saw the strange red spread to Wujo's ears.

"..."

"........."

Gojo Satoru was originally fair-skinned, and the red spread was particularly obvious on his face.

Especially when Ling Yao looked at her with a pair of eyes, he was stiff for a long time before he came to his senses, pretending to be fierce and said: "Who told you these words!"