My brother is so fierce

Thousands of years seem to pass by in a blink of an eye, and the past that shouldn't be remembered floods into my mind again because of Meizhi's appearance.

A simple but powerful punch, before the real person was knocked into the air, he snatched Meizhi from the real person's arms. Compared with the strength of the two hands, when his eyes fell on the face of Meizhi who had passed out , the strength of pulling her was no less than that of a tiger sniffing a rose, maybe he himself didn't notice this detail, when the living beauty appeared in front of him, it was different from the cold body back then, the temperature transmitted from her body was like a warm Day, breathing calmly, just closing eyes as if falling asleep.

The blood that did not occupy the eyes, she is alive, being embraced by him, leaning obediently on his chest, Su Nuo seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, the lively girl put her ink-smeared face in front of him : "Look, so we are very similar."

At that time, I just thought it was ridiculous, but now I recall chewing it repeatedly in my mouth, it was even more delicious than food.

He looked down at that face, obviously the corners of his mouth were grinning to the ears, but he still spoke in the tone of an old man: "It seems that you are doing well, Mei Zhi."

Gojo Satoru teleported and grabbed Meizhi's wrist, trying to pull him from the arms of Su Nuo on both sides. Su Nuo raised his eyelids, smiled softly, and clasped Meizhi's waist firmly.

"Isn't this..." He glanced at Gojo Satoru as if sizing up cattle and sheep, and his voice was hoarse, "The five descendants who escaped from my grasp?"

Fu Heihui, who followed him, didn't know what was going on now, but Wujo Wu knew very well why the two-faced Su Nuo had such a reaction. If he hadn't seen the portrait, he knew that the young woman who had been placed in Wujo Meizhi If it's the two-faced Nuo sister...

He also bent his lips and smiled calmly, and did not let go, easily revealing that he knew the secret of thousands of years ago: "She is not your sister, you have to find out."

This sentence is undoubtedly because Su Nuo didn't want to talk to him more, or he himself was uncertain about the girl in his arms who was exactly like Meizhi, and he was thinking about not hurting him. When it came to Meizhi, he fought Gojo Satoru.

Although the white-haired young man didn't want to let go, it was inevitable that they would hurt her when they fought.

Gojo Gojo tied his hands and feet, looked at the mad-faced Su Nuo, and warned in a low voice: "Kumjou Yuren, are you still not showing up?"

Su Nuo's body froze, he found that he was slowly losing control over this body, and finally looked down at Meizhi in his arms, he lowered his head like a big beast and sniffed her smell and the smell in his memory It's exactly the same, but I can't say anything.

It is his beauty that is right.

Su Nuo's eyes gave Wujo Wu a bad premonition, staring at the man who was once a natural disaster in the magic world, before he had time to say anything, Su Nuo closed and opened his eyes again, the other pair of eyes on his cheeks disappeared. Even the spots on his body faded away.

It was obviously the same face, but when Yuzu Yujin regained control of his body, his aura changed, as if the turbulent magma instantly transformed into a calm lake, so clear that you could see through it at a glance.

"Huh? Why is Meizhi here?" The boy was at a loss as he hugged the girl in his arms.

When he looked down at his naked upper body again, he blushed again because Meizhi's cheek was close to the pinna without hindrance.

"Give her to me," Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, and it could be seen that even though he witnessed that Yuzu Yuuhito was able to suppress the two-faced Su Nuo in his body, he was still worried. The smile on his face was restrained, and he stretched out his hands to support her firmly. Living in Meizhi's body, "I know her."

Yuzu Yuji looked at Wujo Wu seriously, perhaps he also knew that Su Nuo in his body was not safe, even though he only got along with him for a few days, he still needed to take care of Mei Zhi's personal safety, and looked serious in front of him He tried his best to ignore Meizhi's reluctance when he left, and asked, "Will you take good care of her?"

Whenever Gojo Satoru shows the slightest hesitation, he will snatch Meizhi back.

"You will take good care of Meizhi." Although the pink-haired boy is young, he is psychologically more mature than his peers. "If possible, will you find her brother for her? Meizhi told me that she...has no home. gone."

Xia Youjie——

The word "home" is particularly heavy for Xia Youjia.Perhaps it was because she had already gone back to know about the deaths of Xia You and his wife, and Gojo Satoru had witnessed many life and death, but when she heard the phrase "no home" in the mouth of Knotweed Yuren, her heart became heavier.

Originally, she was just an innocent girl with a harmonious family, but the matter of the astral body was like a nightmare, which shattered all her happiness. Gojo Satoru didn't want to know how she spent these years , I don't know how she escaped from the high school, and now his only thought is to let her live a good life.

Gojo Satoru lifted the blindfold, he did this as a serious attitude, not frivolous at all: "I will take good care of her,"

Xia Youmeizhi, the girl who was once assimilated by Tianyuan in the form of sacrifice, suddenly appeared in front of him one day more than ten years later.

Gojo Satoru even thought he was dreaming. Although Meizhi in his arms was very light, he could make him sure that Meizhi was really alive. She was lying in his arms, leaning quietly and obediently on his chest. On the chest, reunited with him with a kind of intimacy that has never been seen before.

He told Fu Heihui in a serious manner that he had never had before, or warned: "Hui, you should forget anything about this girl you see today, no matter who asks, you can't reveal anything come out."

Fu Heihui was stunned, he noticed something but didn't ask, just hummed: "I see, Teacher Wutiao."

He covered Meizhi's face with his coat, avoided all the surrounding surveillance, and took her back to Wutiao's house with all possible means to protect her.

As the head of the family, his authority is enough to allow him to do things like a golden house. He began to worry about not being liked by girls due to the simple layout of the house. He has always lived casually, rich enough and good enough, until he was young When the girl whose heartbeat accelerated for a moment reappeared in front of him, this man known as the strongest also tasted the joy of regaining what was lost.

The emotions that surged from my heart at that moment were too complicated, and it was nothing more than mixed flavors.

Obviously such a reckless person, when he changed into a new bedding, put Meizhi in and covered the quilt lightly, but he didn't dare to get too close. He was worried that Meizhi would see a strange man showing fear when he woke up. In an unfamiliar environment, suddenly seeing an adult man standing next to you will feel a sense of crisis no matter what.

But he didn't dare to stay too far away, worried that she would find herself in a strange room after waking up.

He took off the blindfold, and when he looked at himself in the mirror while washing, he also began to pay attention to his appearance.

The water droplets on his face slid down along the jaw line, the young man stared into his blue eyes, maybe, compared with Hui and Knotabagi Yujin, he was not too old.

When he walked into the room carrying the basin, Meizhi had already woken up.

Her eyes were still a little foggy, and she turned her face slightly when she heard the voice, looking at the white-haired young man who was holding a water basin and standing still at the door, she tilted her head, and her voice was soft like honey: "Straight...?"

The man in front of her was so similar to Gojo Naoto, and the surrounding buildings were somewhat similar to those of a thousand years ago, so that she called out that name when her mind was confused and she thought she had gone back to a thousand years ago.

The man who was called the wrong name snorted from his nose, and seemed to think it was extremely absurd. The sister of his friend who reappeared in front of him, the girl he had a crush on, actually called out the five patriarchs thousands of years ago after he had witnessed the family secrets. name... He stood at the door without moving, unusually calm, and called out: "Meizhi."

He thought he was crazy, but when Meizhi came to full consciousness and called him Gojo-kun with wide eyes, his chaotic brain seemed to calm down slowly.

He put the basin at the door and walked in alone.

"you're awake."

The young man in front of her didn't ask how she survived, nor who the name she called out just now was. She didn't seem too surprised by her appearance. Meizhi grabbed the quilt and lowered her eyelids to cover up the panic in her heart. Nodding in response, "Thank you for saving me."

She was talking about the fact that a real person stunned her, and the person who saved her was someone else, but Gojo Satoru did not tell the truth. After she called out the name Naoto, he did not want her to know that the two-faced Su Nuo had appeared out of selfishness. In modern times, so I didn't answer her words, but kept a little distance from her, showing the same frivolous smile as usual: "Don't be so restrained with me."

Without discussing the questions she didn't want to answer, Meizhi heaved a sigh of relief. She crawled out of the quilt, worried that Gojo Satoru would send her back to the high school, and got up to leave.

She doesn't know how to hide her eyes: "Mr. Wutiao, can I not go back to the high school?"

It feels bad not to be trusted, but she can't be blamed for it. Being vigilant is what she should be in. Gojo Satoru tilted his upper body: "Ah, of course, you don't have to worry."

When he said this, his smile faded halfway, and then he became serious, as if he wanted to hold back: "It's safest for Meizhi to stay here, and I won't tell others."

Meizhi and him looked at each other for half a second, then turned away as if fleeing.

Looking at her own toes instead, in Gojo Satoru's sight there is not much difference from when she was young, she is still easily shy, as if the last time we met was just yesterday, and the huge changes that have taken place in the past ten years are reflected in this conversation. was intentionally ignored.

He wants to avoid some things, but Meizhi is braver than he imagined.

When she looked over, her clear eyes seemed to carry a bright galaxy. When he and her looked at each other, no one could refuse the request made under such a gaze.

"I'm going to find my brother," she said, still with the naive look of relying on Xia Youjie more than ten years ago, as if there was only room for him in her eyes, "Can you help me, Mr. Wutiao?"

With such a solemn entrustment, Gojo Satoru felt as if something had slipped away from him quietly, and he couldn't hold it, he could only watch his hands empty, leaving a lifetime of loneliness in vain.

He heard his own voice against his heart: "Of course you can, Meizhi."

Meizhi is like a little treasure he stole. He wanted to deceive everyone. He just hid it because his friend once asked him to protect her. No one knew it. Since he saw it for the first time Since the treasure was hidden, he has been deeply attracted, and now, he needs to be responsible for sending the treasure back to its original place.

"However, I don't know his whereabouts now," he said the truth, but when facing Meizhi's eyes, he had the illusion that he was lying, "You can live here first, and the high school people won't I found it."

In order to increase his confidence, he added another sentence: "Once there is a trace of Jie, I will tell you immediately."

With arms hanging in front of her body, Meizhi bowed to him gratefully: "Thank you."

Compared with this kind of polite and alienated attitude, he hoped that Meizhi could call him by his name like Naoto, Gojo Satoru didn't reveal his emotions at all, he smiled at her indifferently: "You're welcome, little Michi."

In the dark and quiet night, a man with long black hair wandered into the home of the owner of the phone.

He cut open the door as simply as chopping vegetables, and he kicked the door away expressionlessly. When Knotaba Yuhito woke up from the bed, the man's hand was already on his neck.

The words are obviously calm, but they seem to be suppressing something, like the calm sea before the storm, "It's you... who sent me a message?"

Yuzu Yuhito's pupils shrank suddenly, he remembered that his mobile phone had been used by Meizhi, but the person in front of him was not at all similar to Meizhi.

But he came in a menacing manner, not at all like a brother who rushed back happily after receiving news from his sister, but looking for revenge, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Can't admit it, can't put Meizhi in danger, no matter whether the person in front of him is Meizhi's elder brother or not, but his attitude is obviously not good for Meizhi.

Hu Zhang Youren held Xia Youjie's wrist with both hands, his face was wrinkled because he couldn't breathe, and he said a few words through his teeth: "I sent it to the wrong person..."

As soon as the reason was said, Xia Youjie seemed to have been played with, and he lowered his head and let out a low laugh.

"Send it to the wrong person?" He was obviously smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He grabbed Yuzu Yuhito by the neck and lifted him up, as if a wild beast issued the final death notice while hunting its prey. Who would know who he was? Rushing over with so much absurd joy suppressed, it was obviously an impossible thing, even if it was a trap, he did not hesitate to find it, and it turned out...was it just a joke?

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price," Xia Youjie said with a smile, his eyes were particularly indifferent, "Don't make such jokes again in your next life, do you understand?"

The strength of the palm became heavier, and Yu Zhang Youren grabbed his hand and turned over and kicked Xia Youjie's face. This sudden move made Xia Youjie let go of his hand, and the pink-haired boy touched his neck and coughed vigorously , slightly bowed and faced him in a defensive posture.

"It's interesting." Xia Youjie moved his fingers.

There is an extra mouth on the back of the hand of the knotweed Youren, showing canine teeth and smiling fiercely: "If you don't want to die, let me take over your body."

Knotweed drew back his hand and loudly refused: "No!"

A black figure stood outside the window, and the man wearing a blindfold squatted down, resting his arms on his knees without thinking about his posture: "Is this the fight?"

Gently pushing open the window, he jumped in, glanced at Yuzhang Youren and then at Xia Youjie, without any intention of reminiscing about the past, he tilted his head: "Youren, do you owe him money?"

"Enlightenment," Xia Youjie smiled and called his friend's name, as if he was still an old friend. He was puzzled as to why Wujo Wutiao appeared here. Something flashed by, but he couldn't catch it. "What are you doing here?"

Although he promised Meizhi that once he met Xia Youjie, he would tell her the news, but when he actually faced his friend, he hesitated and didn't immediately tell her that Meizhi was alive.

"Come and take a stroll," he put his hands in his pockets, not intending to fight, Gojo Satoru looked at the five cassocks on his body, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the high school when you come here?"

Xia Youjie asked back, "You want to arrest me?"

The two people who were able to talk about anything in the past are obviously the same as before, but everything has changed again.

He became a high school teacher, while Xia Youjie defected, trying to create a world without curse spirits.

The mouth on the back of the tiger stick Yuren's hand clicked: "The little devil of the Wutiao family..."

"Where did you hide my beauty?"

The smile on Xia Youjie's face disappeared, and the word "Meizhi" became the fuse to detonate the bomb. When the fire was a little hot, except for the rumbling in his head, he couldn't hear anything else.