The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

"The spell spirit you brought back has wrong information. It is not a second-level spell spirit, but an unregistered special grade."

in the office.

Ye Mozheng said with a serious tone, watching the bell ringing, and facing the little girl's expectant eyes, he felt a headache.

Ling Yao doesn't know much about the levels of the magic spirits. She hasn't heard of them before, but judging from the levels... the special level seems to be much more powerful than the first level.

She never dared to be too presumptuous in front of her elders. Although she was a little bit reluctant in her heart, she still pursed her lips and said nothing.

However, she is not the type who is good at hiding her thoughts, even though she didn't say anything, Night Moth Zhengdao also saw obvious disappointment from Ling Yao's face.

He paused, his heart softened a little, and he slowly explained: "This kind of magic spirit is not only suitable for non-conjurers, but also easy for conjurers with insufficient levels, so if it can't be perfectly controlled, it's not very easy. It is recommended to raise such a high-level spell spirit."

Ling Yao was still a little unwilling, and asked with a glimmer of hope: "How can it be considered perfect control?"

"It completely obeys you and will not harm other people." Noctua Moth softened his heart and still insisted on the principle: "I have seen your performance today. Your strength can indeed control the magic spirit, but the super magic spirit Different from ordinary mantra spirits, it can speak and think, you are still young, you are easily bewitched by it, so I don't recommend it."

Ling Yao thought for a while, and finally struggled, "But I really want to keep her."

Night Moth Zhengdao asked: "Is there any reason why you must stay?"

"Yeah." Ling Yao lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the ray of sunlight shining in from the ground, she was silent for a long time before she slowly said: "I really want to know about her past."

Ye Mo Zhengdao continued to ask: "Is it related to your past?"

This made her a little speechless, she lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed by the heat on her cheeks.

She stared at the beam of light, her voice dropped even lower, "It's... related to Wu."

Noctua was silent for a while, "Why don't you ask him directly?"

Ling Yao frowned in distress, "He said he didn't remember."

Ye Mo Zhengdao couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded, and got down to business: "Actually, it's not completely helpless."

Ling Yao raised her head and said expectantly, "What?"

"Probably tomorrow, when Xia Youjie comes back from his mission, you can give him your spell spirit, and he can devour the spell spirit for his own use. However, you can't release the spell spirit without authorization until you see Xia Youjie tomorrow. That's the condition."

Although, she couldn't wait to release the curse spirit to ask.

But in order to keep this curse spirit and prevent her from being exorcised, Ling Yao suddenly felt that the condition was not so harsh, she bent her eyes and quickly agreed, "I won't let her out!"

"Okay. There is no problem with my inquiry. Do you have anything else?"

Ling shook her head, "No."

"Then go take a rest, or take a stroll around the school. Don't go too far. There are many forests and trees around. If you go too deep, there will be no signal."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Seeing the obedient and humble look of the little girl in front of him, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a feeling of relief or sadness in his heart.

Thinking of the few students under him gave him enough headaches every time.

It was the first time I faced such a well-behaved and obedient student, and I felt...so I was really a teacher.

When Ling Yao came out of the office, the corridor outside the door was empty, and she didn't see Gojo Satoru. She was momentarily surprised and also momentarily disappointed.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't say that he would wait for her, so it seemed natural.

It's past dinner time, and after returning from the task, I went directly to Teacher Ye Moth's office, and now I feel very hungry.

Ling Yao returned to her dormitory.

The key turned the door lock and pushed it open. The dormitory room was empty. Since she had just moved in, there was not much popularity yet.

In the morning, the sun just came in through the window, but now it was almost evening, the light was dim, and it looked extraordinarily deserted.

Ling turned on the light in the room, changed into comfortable slippers, and charged the phone.

She walked to the kitchen, so deserted that there was no fireworks, and she was still in the state of packing up at noon, and Gojo Satoru didn't know where to go.

Ling Yao went back to the bedroom and sent a message to Gojo Wu: "Where are you now?"

Waited for a while.

Stomach aches slightly from hunger.

Did not wait for a reply.

She called Gojo Satoru again.

While waiting for the call to be connected, Ling Yao rubbed her stomach. She seldom felt hungry, because no matter what time she was, she never had to worry about eating.

Grandpa Huang, brother Xiaobai, Zunxiang, Zun, and the parents who later adopted her were all very kind to her, for fear that she would not grow much meat if she ate too little.

The call will be automatically hung up if the time is too long.

Ling Yao stared at the undialed call on the screen of her mobile phone, was dull for a few seconds, and then sent a message to Wu Tiao Wu: "You promised me that you will cook for me."

Still no reply this time.

Ling Yao threw the phone aside, and lay back on the bed. Lying flat like this for a while, the hunger in her stomach subsided a little.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Ling Yao got up from the bed.

Turn on your phone and start searching how to cook.

During this period, there has been no message reply.

Following the steps of searching the Internet, she found rice and vegetables in the refrigerator, and handled them carefully and unfamiliarly.

After Gojo Satoru saw the text message, he went to Lingyao's dormitory and opened the door. What he saw was a little girl holding a spatula with two fingers, standing at the farthest distance from the stove.

Already standing so far, the body is still leaning back, and the eyes are squinting.

It seems that what is burning on the stove is not a pot, but a bomb that will explode at any time.

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

At this time, Ling Yao was still immersed in the great fear brought about by cooking, and didn't realize that Gojo Satoru had entered, until she took the spatula in her hand with one hand.

Ling Yao raised her head in a daze, only in time to see the back of the head with silvery white hair, and the deep curvature of his profile.

Then, Gojo Satoru's other hand pinned her head and turned her in the wrong direction, and pushed her on the back, pushing her out.

He said, "Didn't you take a shower after you came back? Quickly change your clothes, the smell of mantra is terrible."

Ling shook subconsciously lowered his head and sniffed his sleeve, "Does it smell like a curse spirit?"

"Yes—it's super heavy!"

"..." Ling Yao immediately ran to the bedroom without hesitation.

He took out a change of clothes from the cabinet and went into the bathroom.

Before closing the bathroom door, she realized something belatedly, and ran back to Wujo Gojo with small steps.

Gojo Satoru was cooking, and looked down at her, "Why? You don't even want me to help you take a bath, do you?"

"..."

Ling Yao originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, but Wutiao Wu choked on a single sentence and blushed.

However, Gojo Satoru had a calm expression on his face, his eyebrows raised, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said.

"No, don't have such strange thoughts." She kept a straight face, trying to make herself look angry.

But, obviously, Gojo Satoru didn't take her anger seriously.

He still smiled at the corners of his lips, glanced at the change of clothes in her hand with his good-looking eyes, and said leisurely and awkwardly: "You come here with these things, it's hard for me not to think so."

Ling Yao explained seriously: "I was just about to take a shower when I suddenly thought of a question to ask you."

"Oh, then you ask." With his light tone, he obviously didn't believe her explanation much.

It felt like, no matter how she explained it, she was trying to cover it up.

The bell rang and paused, not planning to worry about this, but the problem was more important.

She asked, "When will Xia Youjie come back?"

Gojo Gojo's bright and clear smile froze for a moment, and then the corners of his eyes and brows collapsed visibly to the naked eye.

Those pretty eyes swept towards her, and said flatly, "You ask again?"

"..."

Inexplicably, Gojo Satoru suddenly became a little difficult to mess with.

She began to hesitate, whether to ask again.

But she really wants to know.

So, under Gojo Wu's gaze, she asked in a low voice for the second time, "Xia Youjie... when will you be back?"

- Boom.

The spatula made a violent clashing sound in the pot, which startled the bell.

She just tried cooking, and the experience was not good. At this time, she was still in a state of shock to everything on the stove, and Gojo Gojo's bang made her whole body flinch.

Then, Gojo Satoru answered her in a calm voice: "How would I know, why don't you ask yourself?"

Ling Yao's eyes lit up slightly, with a bit of anticipation: "Can I ask him?"

Gojo Satoru was still expressionless, and the spatula was clinking in the pot, "Didn't I give you his phone number before?"

"But... he is your friend after all, and I know him because of you. In fact, I don't know him very well. Is it a bit impolite for me to ask him when he will come back?" Ling Yao frowned, very sincerely. distressed.

Gojo Satoru's tone was still cold and indifferent, without any ups and downs, "What's your disrespect?"

"It's just... I'm afraid that he will be unhappy, and I'm also afraid that you will be unhappy. After all, he is your friend..."

- Boom.

The spatulas clashed again.

Gojo Satoru turned off the stove, and poured the vegetables into the plate very simply and rudely.

bang.

He put the pot back on the stove in a simple and rude manner, not gentle at all.

Ling Yao looked at the stove with trepidation, always worried that the pot might be smashed by Gojo Satoru.

Then I saw Wujo Wu folded his arms on his chest, leaned against the cabinet, lowered his head, and stared at her with thin eyelids: "I don't mind if someone asks Jie from me to contact him."

This sentence can be regarded as saying that her worries are unnecessary.

Should have breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ling Yao was inexplicably nervous, always feeling that it wasn't over yet.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru dragged his throat and said a but.

"But you can't."

Ling Yao: "Why can't I?"

He reached out and poked his own chest, his lips were straightened, and he said in a serious tone: "My heart hurts, I will die suddenly."

Ling Yao's eyes widened: "...???"

His tone is still serious: "So, please, just take it as a few more years for me to live, and don't make too many contacts with other opposite sexes. If you contact me once, I will live a few years less."

After he finished speaking, he put down his hands and continued to cook dinner.

Ling Yao was left standing there in a daze, with a face full of shock.

When Gojo Satoru put away all the food, he turned his head and saw that Ling Yao was still standing there sluggishly, and tapped her on the forehead: "You don't really want me to help you take a bath, do you?"

He glanced up and down the bell, "Oh, you're too short to reach the water heater switch, right?"

"..."

After poking at the sore spot of height, Ling Yao came back to his senses immediately, "I can reach it."

Seeing that she finally reacted, Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "As long as it is enough, hurry up and prove it to me."

Sarcasm, definitely sarcasm.

Feeling depressed, Ling Yao turned her head and walked away. When she reached the door, she stopped again.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned her head, and what she didn't expect was that Gojo Satoru had been looking at her, the tranquility in her eyes was a soul-stirring blue, and the moment her eyes met made her heart tremble.

She asked, "Is it true that you said that a heartache would lead to sudden death?"

"Huh?" He blinked, because he said it so casually just now, he almost forgot what he said, after realizing it, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, so, please, can I be more It's up to you to live for a few years."

He spoke so fast and perfunctorily that she felt he was teasing her on purpose.

But he always talked like this, which made her unable to tell the truth or a lie.

Ling Yao was puzzled and said, "Aren't you the strongest?"

He was so thick-skinned that he didn't feel uneasy about being exposed, and he answered quickly, "The strongest also has weaknesses."

Ling Yao gradually felt that he was joking and deliberately teasing her, "Then what is your weakness?"

He smiled brightly, "Of course it's you."

"..."

Ling Yao suddenly thought of the scene she saw at that time, and turned her head, "Where is that cherry tree?"

Gojo Satoru: "?"

"Didn't I say that I don't remember such a person at all!" Wujo Gou immediately put away his thick-skinned leisure, wondering why Ling Yao suddenly mentioned such a name.

Facing Shang Lingyao's staring eyes at him, which made his heart tremble, he said again: "I really don't know who this is!"

"Oh."

The bell turned around and left the kitchen.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

……Oh?

What does oh mean?