Illness Men's Manual

It didn't take long for this sentence to come true.

School, corridors, late at night.

Familiar scene, familiar time.

The red and white divine girl stared at the white-haired and blue-eyed man in front of her, almost biting her white teeth.

"Yo!"

Sure enough, it belonged to Gojo Satoru, who was very familiar with the frivolous tone. When she looked over, the other party's blue eyes were clearly full of frost, but he sent out a brisk and upward greeting, greeting him extremely familiarly.

"Long time no see."

Yuwuzhi glanced at the short-haired girl squatting on the ground, and it turned out to be the girl who met Gojo Satoru for the first time. At that time, she was forced to fight Gojo Satoru before she could listen to her prayer.

So it was used.

The short-haired girl was crying and apologizing to her: "Yes, I'm sorry... I just want to see you again..."

"Okay, okay, it's none of your business if I see you."

Gojo Satoru interrupted her unceremoniously by clapping his hands without leaving any extra space, the short-haired girl choked up halfway through her words and fell asleep again.

Yu Wuzhi turned around decisively, only to see his lowered eyes slightly raised, and his beautiful lip line raised to reveal a treacherous smile.

I didn't know when the fingertips were lifted up to form a handprint, and behind me there was a lingering sound of grinding the tips of the teeth, chewing out a paragraph of obscure words.

——"The field expands."

"Boundless space"

In an instant, the formation of mantra power behind him turned into countless beams of light attacking and weaving in mist, covering the entire area in an instant, without dead ends or gaps.

Immaculate...finished area.

Yuwuzhi suddenly froze and felt a little hard to breathe, and his body felt frozen, how could it be possible?

The scenery in the domain is very gorgeous, like being in a boundless universe, dotted with stars.

Wide area, but suffocating all the time.

How could he open the field at his age? !

To have the mantra power to maintain such a huge domain, is it really worthy of being called Gojo Satoru?

In an instant, a large amount of information began to flood into his mind, and Yuriori could only breathe slowly, while receiving the information, he had to be alert to Gojo Satoru's movements.

"It's useless."

Gently exhaling past his ears, he was suspended in the air and stared at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Then he hugged her gently, and embraced her completely in his arms, with an irresistible sense of joy and accomplishment in his voice: "This is a domain specially completed for Wuzhi."

what?

Thinking with some difficulty with Wuzhi, pushing away the information that kept pouring into his mind, trying to make everything form a necessary chain of clues to obtain key information.

impossible?

She is a god, born with the ability to suppress spell power.

For example, Leuhu's domain can be broken easily, and ordinary domains can't help her at all.

A field of... done just for me?

Sure enough, the targeted field is indeed stronger than the usual field, but who would make such a field specially for one person? !

It's crazy.

Because it is Gojo Satoru, do you do whatever you want without worrying about the consequences?

And it's definitely not the reason for the enhancement of the field, but - weakening the target.

She is weakened?

There was a flash of astonishment in her eyes, the hands around her waist tightened, and the man with white hair and blue eyes chuckled in her ear, and said affectionately: "I figured it out so quickly? I really deserve to be my lovely—"

"Where's the girlfriend?"

—Is it a relationship?

A constraint achieved by establishing a certain connection?

"Surprised, aren't you?" Gojo Wu's thin lips curled into a beautiful arc, and he lowered his waist, resting his chin on the neck of the mist, spraying warm breath badly.

"Actually, it's not that complicated." With his other hand, he covered Wuzhi's eyes, covering part of her sight.

Feather eyelashes lightly swept across the palm, very itchy.

Gojo Satoru seemed to close his eyes, and whispered tiredly: "Because the original idea of ​​​​building the domain was just thinking about how to lock you in."

"—!?"

Are you sick? Gojo Satoru! ?

"Continuous investigations and attempts around this idea have finally succeeded... I must be a genius. I have developed a field at this age and broke the record."

With a lingering sense of satisfaction and pride, his voice became more and more hoarse.

What the hell is he thinking?

Trying to lock yourself into the field?

As the stagnation force eased more and more, Yuzhi noticed something with concentration, and said coldly: "Expanding the domain consumes a lot of mana, you can't hold me, and you will die when your mana power bottoms out."

"Yes."

The increasingly hoarse voice lingered on her back, and the smell of icing sugar was sticky and lingering, but she felt a wave of... anger.

"Of course, I can also kill you here." The white-haired boy raised a warm arc at the corner of his mouth, and said the second proposal lightly.

Responsive killing intent overflowed from the eyes, but it was covered with a layer of sweet and lingering eyes like syrup.

It was wiped away with a slight blink.

"Of course it's all up to my liking."

Just don't be too arrogant, such a statement makes it hard to feel that he is facing a god.

As if he is the master, it is really uncomfortable.

In fact, it is impossible to do it at all, otherwise there is no need to build such a huge field for her.

Yuwuzhi gradually let go of his tense mentality, and his covered eyes became colder and colder. Do he have to face this guy no matter what?

"A lot has happened during this time."

Gojo Satoru seems to be enjoying this moment of peace, there is nothing here, yet everything exists.

He stared down at the fair nape of his neck, and said casually: "First, Xiao Wuzhi defected, and then Jie also defected. Are you playing some exaggerated game of instigating rebellion? Or is this some kind of fashion?"

"It's too much... Only I was left behind."

She pursed her lips with Kiriori, saying so pitifully, but actually doing extremely bad things.

Gojo Satoru's fingertips rubbed the soft skin on the back of her neck, and there were light red fingerprints, which looked like some kind of mark.

"But it was precisely because of this incident that I went home and happened to find some surprising clues."

He narrowed his eyes and bent his lips: "Sure enough, the sentence of the ever-changing sky has come true. No one can imagine what will happen next."

It's like a foretelling of bad things to come.

"That's right... the god of illness."

Yuwuzhi's pupils widened, and when he turned his head and broke into his flickering eyes, the surroundings were suddenly pitch black.

Stars fall, all lights are extinguished.

Everything is like a candle crushed by fingertips.

The world fell into darkness.

"To be honest, I haven't figured out how to deal with you yet."

Gojo Satoru spoke with his usual casualness, and his blue pupils were a little slack and silent, like a tired traveler: "Jie is gone, and no one discusses things with me, well, I won't tell him either. "

"But the problem that needs to be solved most now is this..."

He took off his sunglasses, slowly leaned down and approached Yuzhi, supported her neck with his hands and bit it hard, prying open her closed teeth, and the familiar smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple kept swallowing up and down.

It's hunger, and I don't know when it has been coming up. Nitzi said that it was some kind of disease, and there was probably no cure.

and so.

He licked the scarlet corners of his lips, how to alleviate these ensuing symptoms.

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When she woke up again, Yuwuori knew that she had left the domain.

He couldn't shut up the gods.

That is an existence that humans cannot stand side by side with.

So he changed his method, and here he and Wuzhi saw the same familiar thing, a white rope wrapped around his ankle, with a small golden bell tied to it.

After walking a few steps, there will be a crisp jingle sound.

Squatting down with Kiriori, fingertips slowly brushed the white veins flowing on this anklet. The very familiar breath, this is what Gojo Satoru called "Shimenawa".

Can't take it off.

There are shackles for the gods.

After thinking for a while with Wuzhi, she began to look at the surrounding environment.

Through the window, you can see that the sky is a very light pink, with clusters of cotton candy-like clouds floating, which look soft and fluffy.

And she was in a hut that seemed to be made of candy, with chocolate hollowed-out windows, furniture made of biscuits, and candy-dotted ornaments.

The sweet smell is everywhere, lingering endlessly.

And the temperature in the room is very low, exuding white mist like a freezer, no, this is more like the inside of a huge freezer.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that the candy and chocolate would melt, maybe this was the real temperature in his heart.

This is a dream.

It belongs to Wujo Wu's dream.

Because it is impossible to lock up the real god, she uses "Shimenawa" to open the God Realm and lock her consciousness here.

Take dreams as the boundary.

This is the world he controls.

Any level or strength is controlled by the owner of the dream, so there is no distinction between gods and human conjurers here, which is really interesting.

After being silent for so long, she thought that Gojo Satoru had given up, and she was actually studying how to use "Shimenawa".

This guy Gojo Satoru...is really smart and extremely naive.

I laughed softly with Kiriori, the sky made of candy house and cotton candy, is it a beautiful fairy tale?

The icy mist and the smell of icing sugar are constantly surrounding him, this is the breath belonging to Gojo Satoru.

This is not a fairy tale, but another disease.

The young man with strong action ability merged fantasy with reality to create this sweet cage like a fairy tale.

But Wuzhi and Wuzhi are still very sure of one thing, Gojo Satoru can't stop her, and she will return to her proper position.

The overly arrogant Gojo Satoru didn't impose any restrictions on her, she could move around freely, and when she picked off the decorations made of cherries and strawberries, it felt smooth to the touch.

"How about it? Want to try it?"

With a light breath in her ear, the white-haired and blue-eyed boy will always quietly appear behind her, keen to find her different expression.

It's a pity not, Yuwuzhi gave him a cold look.

Wujo Wunian took down a candied cherry, and showed her a hearty smile: "You can eat them all, and they will never go bad if you put them here."

The white icing-like eyelashes are wrapped with bright gemstones, and the eyes are quite sticky and sweet, as if being sprinkled with icing sugar, setting off the pair of blue pupils like glass.

The god girl who was locked in the dessert house looked back at him, her beautiful face contrasted with the cold white mist, making her look extremely moving at this moment.

With the mist weaving eyes like autumn water, you only need to gently lower your eyes and refuse: "No."

You will get the expected behavior.

"Good, open your mouth."

Taking advantage of the gap, the other party forcefully stuffed a cherry, paused with Wuzhi, and bit the cherry in his mouth. Wujo Satoru in the dream was more self-sufficient than reality, arrogant and unreasonable.

And it seems to liberate some kind of attribute.

Start feeding sweets non-stop.

"It is too sweet."

"This is also delicious, right?" He lightly broke a piece of chocolate from under the window sill, then passed it into his mouth and licked the corner of his lower lip, his eyebrows and eyes curled up: "What's wrong with being sweet? Do you care about this?" ?”

It is questioning, and it is also his unscrupulous reliance.

Do you really care?

When will you show surprise or disgust or different emotions?

Might need to go a little further?

That's okay, right?

The boy in white linen and black pants was shrouded in a soft halo, and the doting curve of his lips exuded a sweeter and more attractive aroma than the surrounding desserts, which made people want to taste it.

Here is... a dream without any aggression.

Yuwuzhi, who gradually penetrated into the dream, gently wiped away the debris from the corner of his mouth, and replied with a smile: "But I won't hate it."

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru's eyes changed slightly.

Satisfy.

Just one sentence can make the young man who is more arrogant than Tianjiao feel a sense of...satisfaction.

This is not Gojo Satoru himself, but a phantom of self-satisfaction in a dream.

He hugged Yuzhi's waist, and simply hugged her horizontally, and said happily from the bottom of his heart: "Are you tired? Let's go to rest?"

Without waiting for her to respond, he walked over to the bed on his own.

The beautiful and soft round bed was also made of cotton candy. Yuri, who was put down gently, sat up and touched it curiously, and then tried to tear a piece off.

Sure enough, a vacancy was torn out of the round bed that looked extremely comfortable.

Gojo Satoru pressed her hand, and uttered a rare and serious refraining speech: "This is not edible, this is for use."

use?

Yuri blinked twice, and then stretched out the other hand to tear off a large piece. The already fragile marshmallow bed was even more precarious. Before Gojo Satoru lay on it——

bang——

collapsed.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Understood, next time change to marble.