The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The tallest building in Tokyo.

At the foot is a bustling city full of bright lights at a glance. This is not the first time I have seen such a scene.

On Weitzman's Paradise, looking down from the glass window, the city seen every day is such a bird's-eye view.

It's just that the mood is different from what I saw at that time.

At that time, she was full of curiosity and anticipation about the human world on the ground, connecting what she saw on TV with Tokyo from a bird's-eye view, and asking Weitzman [-] times every day, "Is life on the ground really real?" Is it as funny as what you see on TV?"

Weitzman gave her a smile, "Maybe [-] times more interesting than what you see on TV."

Ling Yao's eyes lit up, and she leaned back on the glass window again, staring at the ground eagerly, "I'm looking forward to it even more..."

"If you want, you can go to the ground at any time, and the lieutenant is happy to take care of you. During the video in the morning, he still cared about you and sent you some sweets on the ground. You saw that dessert on TV. When you were in the store, didn’t you say you wanted to eat it, and the lieutenant bought you all the flavors.”

The lieutenant in Weitzman's mouth, that is, the second king, the king of gold.

As young men, they met in Germany and became friends, whom Weizmann always called Lieutenant.

When Ling Yao thought of Grandpa Jin's serious look, the excitement in his eyes immediately weakened, "Don't do it...Grandpa Jin is so strict."

Weizman laughed, "Ah, people are a bit too upright, but they are easy to soften their hearts. If he blames you, you can act like a baby. If you are really unsure, you can ask me for help."

"..."

"Eh? Why is Ling Yao silent?" Weitzman blinked, "Is my proposal not good?"

Ling Yao had a loveless expression, "Obviously Brother Xiaobai will be trained by Grandpa Jin, okay?"

"Hey, there's nothing there."

"Obviously there is. It's not that I'm away from the video this morning. I heard it all. Grandpa Gold said—" Ling Yao cleared his throat, imitating the serious tone of the King of Gold, and repeated: "Witzman, you How long are you going to escape in the sky?"

Weitzman smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, don't talk like the lieutenant."

He turned around, turned on the projection screen, and projected the picture on the ground through the equipment on the Tianguo, and he could choose every street.

He chose a park.

It was already evening, and there were people walking leisurely in the park, looking up at the sunset in the sky from time to time.

Weizman turned back to Ling Ying and said with a smile: "The difference between me and Ling Ying is that I have already experienced the scenery on the ground and left regrets on the ground, so I don't want to go back to the ground. But Ling Yao hasn’t seen the stars from the ground yet, right? To see the stars on the ground, one has to look up, just like them, you can only see the sky when you lift your head up.”

He pointed at the human beings on the screen and smiled, "My domain is the entire sky. Even if I escaped everything on the ground in the Heavenly Kingdom, there is a lieutenant who is in charge of the ground. But bells, these human beings need you Protections that only you can have."

"I also know that it is very strict to talk about responsibility with children, so I will not tell you a lot of truths that give you headaches as soon as I see you like the lieutenant, but let you watch from the Heavenly Kingdom every day. To the complete human world, I hope you can like this world, and from the bottom of your heart, you are willing to protect this world."

Weitzman's smile is reflected in the glass windows of the Paradise.

Gentle as the vast and tolerant sky.

On the day he left the Paradise, Weizman lived the life that had not changed in the past 70 years. He got up, washed his hair, cleaned his long silver hair, cleaned up his room, read a book, did experiments, and turned on the projection screen to look at the humans on the ground.

When she left, Weitzman was sitting on the sofa, and a shopping mall in the city center was showing on the projection screen, and it was very lively with people coming and going.

Suddenly, she couldn't help asking, "Brother Xiaobai, you didn't actually put it down on the ground, did you?"

Weitzman was taken aback, he didn't expect her to ask such a question, and then smiled at her, "Who knows."

roof.

The evening wind blew wantonly, even though it was already summer, the wind still felt a little cool.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak until his shoulders sank, and then Ling Yao's furry head slid down his shoulders and into his arms.

And there is a further downward trend.

He quickly stretched out his hands to hold Ling Yao's head, "Ling Yao, what are you doing?"

"..."

He held his head up and took a look.

Okay, eyes closed, people have fallen asleep.

She has always been quiet and rarely talks, and even when she speaks, her voice is small, so he didn't find it strange that she sat beside her and didn't speak just now.

At this time, her closed eyes seemed to be deeply asleep, like a child sleeping peacefully, and her eyelashes left a cute shadow like a fan.

After hearing the news of her parents' death in the morning, she was in a state of insanity all day long, and at night, she found her parents' bodies and revived them, but erased their memories of her with her own hands.

It is only now that the dust has settled, although it is full of unwillingness.

The wind kept blowing, messing up her hair hanging on the side of her face.

And after she fell asleep, her head fell into his arms with complete peace of mind, and she didn't know how to keep a distance when she was awake.

Gojo Satoru held her face in one hand to prevent her from falling off, but with the other hand, he froze in place for a long time in a daze.

The body also kept the original posture, not moving at all. He lowered his head and tried to wake her up, "Ring the bell? Wake up."

"..."

"The bell rings."

"..."

"Fool!"

"..."

"...Really, don't fall asleep in a place like this, you idiot who catches a cold."

"..."

After calling several times, Ling Yao still showed no signs of waking up, and even subconsciously felt the warmth of his embrace, and burrowed deeper into his embrace.

Gojo Satoru held her head, felt her reckless movement, and became more dumbfounded. His hand was always on her head, preventing her from getting into her arms, but when he was unconscious, he could only respond instinctively to the warmth. Driven, she still persistently drilled into his arms, reckless and out of control.

In the end, he compromised.

The hand resting on her head came down.

Feeling the disappearance of obstacles, Ling Yao leaned into his arms contentedly, even the corners of her lips curled up contentedly because she enjoyed such warmth.

The whole head was buried between the hollows of his neck, nestled in his arms with peace of mind as if nestled in a quilt.

The wind blew through the ends of her hair, and the soft strands brushed over his side face, neck, and ears, and a few strands of hair floated to his lips, and one could faintly smell the little girl's shampoo sweet aroma.

It was already late at night on the roof.

It was so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind.

And what was hidden in the wind was the thunderous heartbeat that was infinitely enlarged and only he could hear it.

After a long time, he lowered his head slightly to look at her, his chin rubbed against the top of her head, and her soft hair rubbed against the skin of his chin, like a well-behaved cat.

"..."

"The bell rings."

"..."

Wujo Wu lowered his eyes, and in the evening wind, there was a slight, almost invisible smile in his lowered voice, "Who allows you to sleep in my arms like this?"

"..."

No one answered him, only the cat-like little girl in his arms, with her head on his shoulders and neck, sleeping peacefully.

Even breaths sprinkled on his neck one after another, and in the cool wind, the heat was just right.

After a while, he finally let out a low laugh, "Forget it, grow up quickly, stupid kid."

After sitting for a while, he jumped down from the roof holding the bell.

It was already late at night, and there were lights coming and going.

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that he didn't know where to send Ling Yao back.

... Now the bell is ringing, and there is no home anymore.

Countless names she mentioned flashed through her mind, Brother Xiaobai, Grandpa Huang, Zunxiang, Zun, but when she thought about it carefully, she didn't know where she wanted to go.

When Ling Yao woke up, it was already early morning, and she slept for several hours.

However, when she just woke up, she didn't know that time had passed for so long. When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling. Her first reaction was that she was at home, and then she realized that she couldn't go back to that home. Then I remembered, wasn't I on the top of the building?

She felt and sat up, her palms touching the soft bed.

"...?"

The room was dark, with no lights on.

She fumbled on the bed and found her mobile phone. She quickly turned on the screen, and by the light, she saw that she was indeed in a room.

She stood up, trying to find the light in the room.

As a result, a white piece of paper fell from her body.

Ling Yao picked it up, and looked at the words on it by the light of the phone, "I'm outside."

She couldn't recognize the handwriting, but felt it looked familiar. She moved her gaze down to the place where the inscription was signed, where a stick figure of a small human head was drawn, with flamboyant short hair, small sunglasses, and a grinning mouth.

It takes about three seconds to draw a very simple stick figure, but this stick figure reminds people of a person at a glance.

Suddenly, I felt that it was not important to know where this place was.

Ling Yao went to look for the shoes, but the light range of the mobile phone was too small, and she couldn't find them in the darkness.

While groping, she heard footsteps and voices outside, from far to near.

It was Gojo Satoru's voice.

So she didn't bother to look for shoes, and ran towards the door with her bare feet. Just as her hand touched the door handle, the sound of footsteps was already very close, so close at hand. At the same time, the door opened from the outside.

The door frame was pushed in, and the bell was almost hit.

The street lamps outside and the moonlight leaked through the open door in an instant, illuminating the ground in front of the door into a soft moonlight, while Gojo Satoru stood at the door, tall and looking down from a condescending position, the moonlight turned his body The shadow drags very long.

"Enlightenment? Why are you standing still at the door." Someone behind him slowly walked over.

She recognized this voice, it was Xia Youjie's voice.

Hearing Gojo Wu's voice just now, he probably was talking to Xia Youjie.

Ling Yao raised his face, looked at Wujo Wujo in front of him, and said, "Xia Youjie also... eh? Wujo? Why?"

She originally wanted to ask if Xia Youjie was here, but before she could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru stepped forward in front of her, bent down directly to wrap her legs around her without any explanation, and lifted her onto her shoulders.

She carefully lay on Gojo Satoru's shoulders, for fear of falling.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to move, just a few steps, Gojo Satoru threw her back on the bed, and turned to turn on the light in the room.

The light instantly brightened.

It also instantly illuminated Gojo Satoru's appearance, but he had a stinking face, his face was not very good-looking, and he glanced at her feet fiercely, "Why don't you wear shoes!"

Ling Yao shrank her feet timidly, "...I didn't find it."

He stretched out his hand and pointed, "Isn't it there? If you can't find it, just look for it for a while."

"But I just heard your voice...and ran out."

After a few words, Xia Youjie also walked to the door. At this time, the lights in the room were bright, and he saw the bell ringing in the room at a glance.

However, he didn't look too surprised, obviously he already knew that Ling Yao was here.

He smiled and greeted Ling Yao: "Did you sleep well?"

Wujo Wu stood in front of her, his tall figure slightly blocked her view, so she tilted her head slightly, looked past Wujo Wu at Xia Youjie, nodded, "Well, the bed is very soft, I don't know I fell asleep until now."

Xia Youjie smiled, "Of course, Wu's bed should be the most comfortable in everyone's dormitory."

"...?" Ling Yao's pupils dilated, and she was stunned.

Gojo Goku coughed lightly, "This is the High School of Conjuration."

Ling Yao: "...I know this."

However, the little girl's voice was low, and the way she looked up at him made him inexplicably guilty.

Gojo Satoru turned his face away from her, and said forcefully: "How can I wrong you for sleeping in my dormitory? Jie said that my dormitory is the most comfortable among all the dormitories. Didn't you also say that sleeping is very comfortable?" ?"

Ling Yao blinked, "...I didn't say anything."

Xia Youjie made up the knife at the side at the right time: "Well, Ling Yao hasn't said anything yet, Wu himself is starting to feel guilty."

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time, Ling Yao, put on your shoes, and follow me to save people." Gojo Satoru squatted down, picked up the shoes, and put them in front of Ling Yao.

Obediently, she bent down to put on her shoes and asked, "Are you a junior from your school?"

"No." Wujo Wu said, his eyes turned colder, "It's people from the nearby village who were attacked by the cursed spirit, and many people died."

"Oh……"

"There are a lot of people, are you okay?"

"No." She answered naturally with her shoes on.

Gojo Satoru was still a little worried, "There are more than 100 people?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Xia Youjie was listening, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there any flaw in the ability to shake the bell?"

Ling Yao was taken aback, "Will there be any defects?"

"For example, consumption and the like, if you save too many people at one time, won't you feel tired if you consume too much?"

"In this respect, no." Ling Yao had already put on her shoes, she stood up, raised her head and smiled at Xia Youjie, "It doesn't cost me how many people I save, because the person who saved them was not I am themselves."

Xia Youjie still wanted to ask, but Wutiaowu stopped him first, and immediately hugged Ling Yao, "Since there will be no problem of exhaustion, then I will take her there by myself, Jie, you go back to Nitzi's place." side."

"..."

Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Satoru who quickly walked out of the room, and smiled helplessly.

Wouldn't this be a little too short?

Obviously on the way here just now, Gojo Satoru was also full of doubts about Ling Yao's ability, but after knowing Ling Yao for so long, he never asked about Ling Yao's ability.

When I asked him why, he said in a nonchalant tone that she was at a loss for her own meaning, so I shouldn't ask too many troublesome questions, right?

When Gojo Satoru arrived at the village with the bell in his arms, the smell of blood came to his face, and the heavy blood showed that there had just been a brutal massacre here.

Ling Yao didn't speak, Liuying flew out of her surroundings and entered the village.

Due to the high number of deaths, the number of fireflies has never been greater. They shuttled through the eaves, paths, and branches of trees, covering every corner of the village, hovering in the sky of the village, like a falling Milky Way, shimmering and shining.

When the fireflies dissipated, the blood in the village disappeared, and people woke up like they had just woken up from a dream. They had forgotten the painful memory of death, their faces were dazed, and they didn't know why they were lying on the ground.

Gojo Satoru stood on a tall tree branch with Ling Yao, and he counted the people in the village from a distance.

At the end of the count, he frowned slightly, "One person was not saved, did you miss it?"

"Huh? Has anyone been saved?" Ling Yao looked at the firefly circling around her fingertips, raised her head and said to Gojo Satoru, "I saved everyone who could be saved, that person... I can't save it."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, thinking of what she said in the dormitory, "What do you mean by saying that the one who saved them was not you, but themselves?"

As soon as the voice fell, he ended the question himself, "Forget it, I won't ask you these things."

"It's okay." Ling Yao smiled, "It's okay, I can tell you."

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

"Enlightenment asked me about my abilities before, and I gave a very general answer. In fact, it's not that I don't know what you want to ask more deeply, but I have been evading my responsibilities all the time, just like what I said today That way, I want to be like a normal kid, have family, have friends, go to school, do what I love, so I always avoid mentioning things about my abilities."

Speaking of this, she raised her face and smiled at him, "But it's okay, I've given up. I don't long for that kind of life anymore. Tomorrow... I will go back to Grandpa Jin, in Jin Under the guidance of my grandfather, I will shoulder the responsibilities I should bear."

The evening wind blew through her hair, and her eyebrows and eyes smiled softly in the light of the moon. She raised her head and looked at the night sky. There were no stars in the cloudy night, and even the moonlight was hazy.

But in the hazy moonlight, she smiled and said: "You said you would take me to see the stars, but you took me to the top of the building. I'm not stupid. I know that even if I stand high, the cloudy day is cloudy, and I still can't see it." The stars. The stars you let me see are the city full of lights overlooking it."

"Wu, shall I show you my stars too?"

She tugged at the corner of Gojo Wu's clothes, pointed to the hillside not far away, and motioned for him to take her there.

Gojo Satoru looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled, "—Okay."

He held the bell and rang it to the hillside. This hill had no special features, it was an ordinary hill, but because of the desolation of the village, the hill was also in ruins.

But Ling Yao clasped his hands together, blinked and smiled at him, "Wu, you have to watch it."

Gojo Satoru twitched his lips into a smile, "I won't blink."

Ling Yao's palm was slowly opened, and light appeared from the palm of her hand, and the fireflies that were common around her were also flying in it, shining like stars in the translucent and clear light.

The light became brighter and brighter, and then, as if breathing, it rendered the entire sky.The colors that are more dazzling than the Milky Way seem to be exaggerating life, and meteors streak across the sky.

The black night sky was illuminated, and the moon hidden behind the clouds was suddenly dimmed. The whole city was like a huge monster, with countless buildings criss-crossing and shrouded in thin white, like the moonlight brought by the gods when they came to the world.

And far away in the sky, there is a sword hanging.

All the rays of light flocked up.

The wind swept the moonlight from the mountains, blowing away the broken hair on Ling Yao's forehead, revealing a pair of eyes as black as a pitch night.

She put down her palm, looked up at the sword high in the sky, and said slowly: "The power originating from the Dresden slate will choose the king who can summon the sword of Damocles. Unchanged, fate, Blood, order, change, protection, and the prophecy of the previous Seventh King."

"And I." She turned her head, smiled slightly, and her hair was blown in the wind, "I am the new seventh king who was selected from the ruins after the death of Miwa Yiyan, to save me."

The sword hangs high in the sky.

It is said that when the king summons the sword of Damocles, the other kings will also feel it. Even if they can't... from such a high place, Brother Xiaobai should be able to see the Heavenly Kingdom.

Ling Yao took out her mobile phone, found Weitzman in her contacts, and wanted to send him a text message.

But at the same time the phone screen lit up, a text message that had just been sent also popped up, it was Weitzman.

He said, "I see oh, the sword of Damocles that rings is beautiful."

……very beautiful.

Ling Yao looked up at the sword hanging high in the sky, only she knew that after the sword was summoned, the responsibility on her back could no longer be evaded.

Pretty is pretty.

It's just too dazzling.

Otherwise, why...why do my eyes get sore after looking at it for a long time.

She tried hard to blink away the involuntary moisture in her eyes, turned her head and smiled at Wujo Gojo and said, "Wu, look, isn't it as beautiful as a star?"

The sword hanging high in the sky cast a faint light, covering the whole city and illuminating her face.

In the flickering eyes, the restrained fragility can be seen at a glance.

He stood in the shadow of the weak light, his silhouette was like a deep statue, silently there, without saying a word, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a long time, he came out from the shadows, walked in front of her, blocked all the light in front of her, and Ling Yao's figure was completely covered by his shadow.

He looked down at her eyes for a long time in silence.

Finally, he leaned down and leaned in front of her, his lowered voice was a little more patient than the arrogance he used to bully her in the past, "Don't you want to touch your Adam's apple?"

"...Huh?" She looked up at his face in a daze.

He leaned down a little more, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said in a steady voice, "I'll touch it for you."

"You're not in charge this time."