Miss Gojo is always saving the world

"Kill them, 'Gojo Satoru'!"

--Who?

Fu Heisher's pupils suddenly constricted, and he pulled out the super-grade magic tool reflexively, flipped his wrist, and held it firmly in his palm.

His whole body was tense, in a posture of high alert.

Responding to Nakato's loud order, the man slowly stepped out from the rotten room, like an angel descending on the world, a snow lotus stretching out from the mud, the bloody mud around him has never touched him at all, and has not been taken care of Her silver hair flowed down like moonlight, the length of her hair was even longer than Satomi, and the tail of her hair fell down to her ankles.

He came out barefoot, the bells tied to his ankles swayed and jingled crisply with the pace of his walking, his skin was pale and bloodless, the light-colored kimono was loose and loose, and the collarbone was faintly visible.

The sound of the bell disappeared, and he stopped not far from them, beside Zhongtengshu.

He looked up.

Too long bangs blocked the pale pupils, but just from the gap between the hair, one could see the stunning pair of jewels embedded on the flawless face.

Only, no emotion.

Unlike the boy who really had six eyes, the puppet in front of him was indeed impeccably carved on the outside, but those eyes were like a dead sea, condensed blue diamonds, cold and hollow.

Fu Heisher's expression became serious. From a short distance, he could feel...the opponent's aura was extremely tyrannical. Although it was not that he was unsure of winning, but he was unprepared before, and this battle might be very difficult.

He turned his head, just as he wanted to remind himself that he didn't have a serious partner along the way, but the moment his eyes swept over Wutiao Lijian, all his words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a sound.

She was laughing softly.

Wutiao Lijian's voice is actually very nice, as long as she doesn't deliberately pinch her throat, her normal voice is like bubbling spring water, and it's refreshing to listen to.

Brushing the white hair on his shoulders, Gojo Rimi tilted his head slightly: "You just said, 'Gojo Wu'...?"

As if he had heard some big joke, Wujo Rijian raised a finger and pointed at the motionless puppet.

There was a mocking smile in his voice: "'Wujo Wu', him?"

"A half-finished puppet is nothing more than rubbish, and it deserves the name Gojo Satoru?"

"Who gave you your confidence, huh?"

Sure enough, people still have to live longer, and all kinds of strange people and strange things may happen to them.

Now really, anyone dares to contaminate that child, is it a waste of reputation to be Six Eyes?

The sneer on Wujo Rijian's lips grew bigger and bigger, and the obvious contempt hit Zhongtengshu's sore spot like adding fuel to the fire.

Nakatoki's eyes were about to burst, he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course this is not the real Gojo Satoru, but this is the perfect weapon that our Nakato family has spent more than ten years building! Even if it is a fake, it is more than enough to deal with you rabble. .”

"waste."

His eyes lightly fell on the doll, Wutiao Li saw his lips and teeth opening and closing, speaking clearly.

The difference in time and space, and the flapping of butterfly wings, gave birth to hundreds of millions of world lines.

Even if it is her, she dare not fully guarantee that she can be the same as "Wujowu".

Why should they blaspheme a name that even she would not rashly touch?

...a little fire.

The face of the white-haired boy flashed in his mind. When he looked over, his eyes were full of vitality. It was the sky where all kinds of creatures lived. The young man was arrogant and unruly, full of youthful vitality. The epic of volumes.

There is no comparison at all.

"Hey, Satomi, you..."

Fu Heisher instinctively felt that something was wrong.

I saw Gojo Satomi pressed her knuckles, her tone was calm, but everyone could hear the anger in her voice.

"Let me do it, Fuhesher."

Enough is enough, she is too lazy to accompany them in this farce.

"Don't underestimate people—"

Following Zhongtengshu's angry roar, the puppet beside him flashed and rushed towards them like a ghost.

What a great speed.

Fu Heisher retreated suddenly, but on the way he found that the other party was not coming towards him at all.

He met Gojo Satomi head-on.

Fu Heisher seemed to see the silver-haired woman laughing slightly.

"Illusory..."

"[water chestnut]."

Time is cut into countless frames, played frame by frame in slow motion.

The first thing I felt was the tingling sensation of the eye mask, a strong stimulation that was not much weaker than the flashing light, which made people blind for a while.

Then, there was a hurricane from the ground—toppled the whole house!

The concrete floor was crumbled into fine spider patterns, and countless small stones flew all over the sky, hitting the walls on all sides, and then the walls began to collapse, and the sand and soil were flying in the loud rumbling noise, which was comparable to the destructive power of an earthquake. The human bodies used as specimens have been buried in the ruins, ending their painful lives.

A purple beam of light distorted the air, illuminating the night at this moment.

That is the grand momentum of meteorite translation, rubbing the ground and rolling up hundreds of feet of dust. Wherever it passes, plants are annihilated, and houses are crushed into dust.

The silver-haired woman's blindfold was taken off a little bit, and Fu Heisher squinted his eyes into a slit under the dazzling light. In a blur, he seemed to see the azure blue of the ocean under the strong light of the sky.

Those eyes are...?

When the beam of light faded away, the eye-popping rift stretched between Zhongteng's house and extended far beyond the wall, with no end in sight for a while.

As for those "difficult enemies", there is not even ashes left, let alone bring the head of the task target back to collect the bounty.

Fu Heisher was silent: "..."

He silently glanced at Gojo Satomi.

The silver-haired woman pulled back the blindfold, and she slammed her palm belatedly: "Ah! Oops, Oops, I forgot to pay the bill..."

Such a big movement will definitely alarm others, right?

...Well, but those rotten oranges at the top must have known about her existence long ago, so it's okay to be exposed at this time.

It was she who just killed the offspring of the Nakato family. I don't know what the expressions of the rotten oranges are.

Gojo Satomi thought irresponsibly, she can't be blamed for this, she hasn't been so angry for a long time who let them step on her own thunder point.

"Call work." Wutiao Lijian turned around in a circle, returning to his original nature, "Let's go and hand in the task, Senior Shier~"

Fuhesher: "Did you forget something?"

"Hey?"

"The employer asks to see the head of the mission target with his own eyes, and there is an extra reward." Fu Heisher was speechless, "Then you got rid of the person."

The real world has evaporated.

Wutiao Lijian: "...Hey? Hey? There is such a thing, I forgot!!"

Can this woman be reliable for more than three seconds? !

Fu Heisher was very tired, he sighed deeply: "...forget it."

.........

Later, when Kong Shiyu talked about this mission with Fu Heisher, he expressed extra surprise at his "magnanimity" that day.

"That's it? Satomi's money is wasted, don't you show it at all?" Unbelievable, according to the usual personality of this man who wants money, he will definitely not let it go.

Fu Heisher looked at him wearily: "You don't understand."

What else can he do?

If he read correctly that night, that woman named Satomi...

It definitely has a lot to do with "Wujo Wu", maybe she is "Wujo Wu" herself.

Six eyes are unparalleled in the world.

Realizing this, Fu Heisher could only forget about it.

After thinking about it, he still found it hard to imagine: "Kong Shiyu, I have a question."

"The six eyes of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru...he is a man, right?"

"...?" Kong Shiyu showed a foolish expression, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Good guy.

Fuheisher's distant eyes.

Kong Shiyu's information can't be wrong, let alone that he has seen that son of God with his own eyes.

In other words, is Gojo Satoru actually a master of women's clothing?

Shock the whole family.

On the other side, it's night.

Tossing and turning, Gojo Satoru, who had insomnia until late at night, finally gave up the idea of ​​forcing himself to fall asleep. He poured himself a glass of water, walked to the balcony of the dormitory, leaned against the railing, and let himself blow the cold night wind to calm down.

The night was quiet, and in the gap between the dark clouds, a few rays of moonlight shone slightly, adding a bit of bright silver light to the boy's white hair.

Gojo Satoru was a little annoyed.

In the five articles, leaving without saying goodbye, in fact, when you think about it carefully, it's not a serious matter-he shouldn't be so careful about it, right?

It's just that she didn't say hello to herself before leaving, and she didn't have that obligation.

Wujo Wu is sure that if the partner is changed to Nitro or Jie, they have something to leave for a while but forgot to tell themselves, Wujo Wu will at most meet them at the training ground when they come back, and it will never be depressed during this period. I can't sleep well.

... See you in five articles.

See you, satomi.

His index finger tapped the railing inadvertently, and he chewed the three syllables in his heart.

The wonderful transition of time and space, the closed loop of surnames, and even the pitch of the names are only one.

As long as she is by her side, it seems that the soul is humming in resonance...

Intoxicating.

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes flickered, his breathing was out of sync for a moment, and he immediately cast his gaze downwards.

The silver-haired woman who suddenly appeared on the lawn raised her head and met his gaze.

None of them wore six-eyed shields, under the endless starry sky, the heavens collided here.

Gojo Satomi showed him a bright smile, and the next second, Gojo Satoru took a step back, and at his original position, Satomi's figure appeared.

"Enlightenment!"

With the force of inertia, Satomi fell softly on his body as if he had no bones, and the woman's arms wrapped around the young man's shoulders, embracing him weakly.

Gojo Satoru was frightened and wanted to push him away: "What are you doing?"

"...Don't move, Wu."

Satomi's voice dropped suddenly, so ethereal that it could dissipate into the air at any time.

She stared at his eyes seriously, traced from the eyebrow line to the bridge of the nose, and then cupped his cheeks.

After a long time, she exhaled and confirmed something. She relaxed and felt a lot lighter.

"I was just thinking."

"Sure enough, Satoru is unique in the world."

No one can replace you.

That puppet will not work.

Neither can she.