The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The light in the powder room was dim, like hiding in a dark basement.

The only light was hung on the broken mirror, illuminating the face in front of the mirror, making it easier for women to put on makeup.

Different from this dilapidated basement, where even the air smelled of decay, the kimono worn by the woman was luxurious, and under the dim light, one could vaguely see the intricately embroidered cherry blossoms on it.

At this time, she was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, her fingers were as soft as feathers, and as various colors were applied between her eyebrows and eyes, that slightly gentle face gradually became brighter.

Even if the light is dim, you can still see that it is gorgeous when you look around.

But this picture is very strange.

Because she is not very old, about twelve or thirteen years old, she should be the age when she just graduated from elementary school and went to junior high school.

After finishing her makeup, she happily admired her face for a while, then pushed open the door of the dressing room and went outside.

There are other girls outside who wear makeup like her.

They gathered together, chirping, chatting eagerly in a low voice: "In 10 minutes, the young master of the Wutiao family will come over, right?"

"Does my makeup look good today? I used a new rouge."

"Is my hairpin properly worn?"

"Don't worry, it's beautiful, maybe the young master of the Wutiao family will notice it at a glance, and pick you away when the time comes, don't forget about us."

The girls discussed quietly but earnestly.

Until, the servant at the door walked in with a boy in his arms.

His face was cold, his eyes were as thin blue as a lake, cold and clear as if the mist had dispersed.

Although the girls lowered their heads politely, they always looked over unconsciously from the corner of their eyes.

Until, when the young master of Wutiao's family passed through the corridor, he glanced over indifferently, and said coldly, "Who are they?"

The girls immediately held their breath, looking forward to it in their hearts.

The attendant beside him said, "It's the attendant and playmate chosen by the head of the house for you, you can..."

"I don't need it." He said, his tone still calm and indifferent, "They are too noisy."

The attendant was startled: "But do you need friends?"

The young master of the Gotiao family didn't answer, but asked an irrelevant question: "Where's Zhiying?"

The attendant replied: "Ms. I doesn't understand etiquette. She did something unruly in front of everyone yesterday. The head of the family shut her up tightly. She probably hasn't come out yet."

He turned his head, still cold and calm, without any expression: "Then tell him, there are enough people in my house, and I don't need attendants. I have friends, so I don't need these noisy guys."

The attendant said again: "Master Wu, they haven't spoken all this time, why are they arguing?"

"Everywhere is noisy."

He left a few words before turning around and leaving, leaving behind a large group of people in the courtyard.

The attendant hurriedly followed behind: "Master Wu, where are you going?"

"Grafted cherry blossoms come out."

……

--boom.

It was the sound of shards of glass shattering and tilting down.

The sound seemed to be coming from outside.

Then, the fog gradually dissipated.

When the fog dissipated, the hazy sky seemed to be broken from the outside, and gradually dissipated with the sound of glass shattering into fine shards.

The cold temperature in the woods is illuminated by the sunlight from the sky, and it feels clear for a moment, and the air that was originally rolling with thick fog is instantly shattered by the sun.

And above the clear sky, a boy with white hair and blue eyes landed straight towards her.

The little sunglasses had been put somewhere, but a pair of blue eyes, sharp and eager, were fixed on her body.

This glance confirmed that she was still safe, there was no need to ask, regained consciousness, and glanced at the curse spirit standing in front of Ling Yao who had the same face as him.

His palms quickly made a seal movement.

Another sudden stop.

Did not continue.

At this time, Manu Ling raised his head and looked at the broken environmental boundary.

There was sadness and despair on her face, and when she lowered her head again, she didn't look at Gojo Satoru, but the bell behind him, asking tremblingly, "Why...why is there nothing in your heart?"

She couldn't shed tears, but her face was full of sadness. If she was a human being, she must be crying at this time, "I almost swallowed your heart, what a beautiful red fog, what a delicious despair. , Swallowing such despair, I will definitely become more beautiful, then I will definitely be chosen, will I be chosen?"

"But why!" Her voice suddenly became shrill, "Why is there nothing in your heart?! Where is your memory? Where did your memory go?"

Ling Yao raised her head and stared blankly at Gojo Satoru who descended from the sky and pulled her behind her, seeing his tall figure suddenly barging in, she was momentarily distracted.

Until it was pulled back by the roar of the curse spirit.

She is not afraid of curse spirits, but she is afraid of being blamed.

Especially, with such a fierce tone of this curse spirit, she felt a little psychological pressure for no reason, and always felt that she had done something wrong.

So she instinctively replied honestly: "I'm sorry, I... I forgot."

"Forgot...forgot?" The voice of the curse spirit trembled, "How is this possible? I have devoured dozens of hearts. People are indeed forgetful, and some people even lost their memory after a serious illness, but the most desperate and frightening thing is hiding In the bottom of my heart, human beings will forget, but I can still dig it out."

"But why, you have no memory at all, as if you have been completely deleted, you have no memory at all!" After speaking, she began to scream in despair. If she was a human being, she would definitely shed tears: "Because I can't find it. Your memory, did you just break free from my spell? Is that so?"

"...No." Ling Yao's palm remained open all the time.

The palm of the hand is connected with the magic spirit, and thousands of thin silver threads shimmer in the sunlight that shines in.

She bound the curse spirit with a thread that Liu Ying turned into, so now the curse spirit can't move and can only stare at her like this.

Looking at the sad face of Manu Ling, Ling Yao felt as if she had done something wrong, so she honestly explained to her: "I don't know what you're talking about, I really forgot a lot of things from my childhood , My memory is not very good, I'm really sorry... But, I broke free from your spell because I found in you the most desperate fear in your heart, you in other places are illusions, only There is the body of the body."

The curse spirit was stunned, the sadness stopped for a moment, and he looked at her: "You found my...fear?"

"Yeah." Ling Yao clenched the silver thread in her hand, and said slowly: "I saw you putting on makeup in the dressing room in the basement, and then, waiting for him in the yard with other girls."

At the last word, Ling Yao raised her head and glanced at Wujo Wu beside her.

When Gojo Wu broke the illusion barrier set by the curse spirit and came in, the first thing he wanted to do was seal the spell to exorcise the curse spirit, but he stopped.

In the following time, I stood lazily and watched like a normal person, sometimes looking up at the scenery, sometimes looking down at the lake, with a lazy look that has nothing to do with me.

Ling Yao suddenly mentioned him.

He was stunned for a moment, and his lazy look suddenly collapsed. He quickly glanced at the curse spirit, then quickly turned his head to look at Ling Yao, stared at her, and said unhappily: "Ling Yao, if you haven't woken up , now you can sleep again."

"..." Ling Yao was questioned, and reiterated unhappily: "I really saw you, I saw that she had been secretly looking at you, and when you left, her expression was very sad, her eyes were always looking at you. you."

The little girl paused every word, speaking very seriously.

Eyes with clear black and white stared at him fixedly, innocent like Gutan, without a trace of impurity sincerity.

"........."

Gojo Wujo endured it.

Turning his head, this time he took a serious look at the mantra.

Then he took out the small sunglasses that he didn't know where he put them, put them on with a blank face, and replied lightly: "I don't know."

"..."

The bell rang for a while, and ended the topic. He tightened the silver thread that Liuying turned into, and according to the information Liuying judged, as long as he tightened it and strangled it, the curse spirit would be exorcised.

It wasn't a high-level curse spirit, so it didn't take much effort to exorcise her.

But she remembered the picture she saw in the heart of this curse spirit, and suddenly some reluctance arose in her heart.

With Yinsi in her hand, she asked Gojo Satoru sullenly: "Can I not get rid of her?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at her, without any surprised expression: "She is a curse spirit?"

"……Ok, I know."

"Give me a reason—?" Gojo Gojo raised his final voice.

That kind of emphasis came out of his mouth naturally, inexplicably making people feel that as long as he gives a reason that can convince him, he can help her do it.

Even if it is-

"Can I raise a curse spirit?" She blinked and asked seriously, "The reason is that I really want to raise a curse spirit."

There was a moment of stillness in the air.

The wind silently blows through Gojo Satoru's hair.

Immediately afterwards, he laughed and said nonchalantly, "Then you find a way to bring her back? I won't help you."

That is tacit consent.

Ling Yao nodded happily, the thread in her hand tightened, and in the gust of star wind, it turned into a small transparent glass bottle, and the tightened spell shrank into a cocoon.

Finally, what landed on the palm was a star point the size of a group of fireflies, which also disappeared into the palm of the hand along with the other fireflies.

Ling Yao got what she wanted, smiled happily, raised her head and smiled at Gojo Wu: "Then can we go back?"

Wujo Wu's eyelids drooped, his arms were folded on his chest, and he stared at her with a calm expression, "As for how you got rid of this illusion of the curse spirit, the teacher will ask you after you return to school. But personally, I have a few questions. Ask clearly."

"Eh?" Ling shook, "You ask."

He glanced at the palm of her hand, "Are you sure, this curse spirit is a woman?"

"...?" Ling Yao was puzzled, "I'm sure."

"Very sure?"

Ling Yao was even more puzzled, "I'm really sure, I saw her memory in her heart, she used to..."

"Stop." He interrupted, "I'm not interested in her memory, as long as you're sure it's a woman. That's okay, let's go."

After the words fell, Gojo Satoru turned around, stretched his long legs, and walked forward without looking back.

Ling Yao followed in a daze.

She reacted with hindsight, "I thought you were going to ask for some important information...is that all you want to ask?"

"Then what else do I have to ask?" He said in a leisurely and beating tone, "It's you who want to raise the curse spirit, not me. It's none of my business if she has any information. The teacher will ask you after I go back." A lot, you have to think carefully about how to answer."

Having said that, he lowered his eyelids to look at her again, and drew out his tone with a gloating tone: "I won't help you—"

"... If you don't help, you won't help." Ling Yao snorted angrily, and asked again: "Then why do you care about gender? Are men and women important?"

"Of course it's important."

"Why is it important?"

"Ling Yao, figure it out, when this curse spirit is with you, it uses my, my, face." He spoke every word, a little angrily.

Ling Yao didn't understand: "You came here with me, she wanted to confuse me, of course she could only use your face...with other faces, I wouldn't let go of my guard."

"So that's the point!" Gojo Satoru stopped and rubbed her head angrily, "You stupid kid has no defense against me at all! In case, the curse spirit is a pervert, use my face to If you do weird things like this to you, and you won't be on guard against me, wouldn't you be taken advantage of!!!"

"..."

"........."

It took a long time for Ling Yao to regain consciousness from being dazed by rubbing her head, "What do these strange things mean?"

"..." Wujo Wujo paused for a moment, then stopped, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled nastyly: "This, are you sure you want to ask me?"

"..."

Ling Yao: "I'm not as stupid as you say."

"yes--?"

"I recognized that she wasn't you. Moreover, I fell into a coma and fell into a hallucination. I did it on purpose, because I couldn't find her body after I released Liu Ying, and she kept talking about the fear and despair hidden in my heart. And so on, I guess her body should be in the heart, so I deliberately took advantage of her loopholes, and while she was looking for my heart, I also found her heart."

Ling Yao spoke each word slowly, and Gojo Satoru listened with a smile all the time.

Then he said in an exaggerated or perfunctory tone: "Not bad, so tell me, how did you realize that she is not mine?"

"..." Ling Yao suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of shame, awkwardly, did not dare to look into his eyes, and whispered: "When she is close to me, she doesn't breathe. But every time you are close to me, you breathe It's all... very hot."

"..."

"..."

Those blue eyes froze slightly.

After a while, Gojo Satoru cleared his throat unnaturally, and even took back his hand on her head. He looked up at the sky, pretending to be okay, "It's good that you can tell the difference, nothing else Let's go back when it's over."

But Ling Yao grabbed his arm and looked up at him, "I have a question for you too."

Gojo Gojo paused, but still looked down, "What?"

However, when he lowered his head, what he saw was the little girl's stern face, which was between unhappy and very unhappy.

He was puzzled, "What's your expression? Did I do something wrong? ——No."

"..."

Ling Yao still had a stern face, with a crisp tone, and asked seriously: "Who is Zhiying?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth.

Ling Yao quickly added another sentence: "Don't say you don't remember."

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

He thought about it seriously for at most a second: "I really don't remember."