Illness Men's Manual

Seeing that she was still motionless, the young Wujo Satoru who was ignored by Yuwuzhi was completely angry, his eyes dimmed, and his fingertips flicked slightly.

The colorful paper kites fluttering in the air immediately broke their threads.

"and many more!"

Wuzhi reacted very quickly, and immediately reached out to grab the thread that was about to fly away from the top, barely grabbing the paper kite that broke the thread.

Immediately afterwards, there were several air-breaking sounds, this time directly hitting the skeleton of the kite.

Kacha-!

The kite with its broken center of gravity skeleton immediately fell downwards, and the young Gojo Satoru hooked his eyes when he saw this, and hummed softly, as if he was finally satisfied.

This time I finally have nothing to play.

Then came back dejectedly, Gojo Satoru tilted his head, the corners of his lips curved, thinking with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Yuwuzhi just stopped, looked back at him thoughtfully, then lifted the hem of his skirt, and ran towards the falling kite without looking back.

The girl staggered a few steps and finally got closer and closer to the paper kite. She tiptoed and grabbed the fluttering ribbon of the paper kite, but when she approached the lake, she was pulled by her sleeve by a strong gravitational force——

The whole person fell to the lake with an unstable center of gravity.

The restless expression instantly disappeared from his face, and the white-haired child suddenly stood up and cursed angrily, "Are you an idiot!"

Yu Wuzhi, who fell into the water again, made a crystal splash, but she didn't struggle too much. She grabbed the paper kite and slowly opened her eyes, her vision was blurred by the water.

He could only vaguely see the pure white figure rushing towards him.

Yuwuzhi seemed to have thought of something and let go, and put the paper kite back on the lake. The blurred image of the water instantly shattered, turning into a stream of light that guided her to sink to the bottom of the lake.

The blue lake engulfed the red and white figure.

The young Gojo Satoru squatted down, stretched out his pale fingertips to catch the paper kites that floated to the shore, and he crushed the brilliantly colored paper.

The delicate face is lowered, gazing at the lake.

A servant's shout came from behind him, and he was still hiding the deep winter in his pupils like frosted eyelashes.

The dream is shattered, and it is about to return to its original state.

The white-haired child slowly stretched out his hand and submerged his fingertips into the cold lake water, as if he had found something in the lake water, and immediately plunged into the water without hesitation.

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The lake water was freezing cold, and the feeling of suffocation slowly hit.

You Wuzhi struggled to open his eyes, the blue lake water distorted his vision, and he was still holding a half-cut kite ribbon in his hand.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the picture gradually became clearer.

"Have fun?"

Familiar laughter came from her ears, and Wuzhi and Wuzhi fell into a warm embrace in the blink of an eye, her arms were tightly folded, and her tall and straight figure made her even smaller.

Sure enough, it was this guy who did it.

It's just that Gojo Satoru's expression and tone of voice don't match at all.

"Are you good at laughing and getting angry?"

Frowning with Wuzhi, he stretched out his hand and pushed him a few times as he spoke.

This trick is too boring.

"No, it's because I can't be fierce with Kiriori." Although Gojo Satoru's voice was almost steady, he leaned closer to the girl in front of him, spraying his hot breath on her face.

"What exactly does Kiriori want to do? If you tell me the truth, maybe I'll do it with you if I'm happy?"

"Do you hate magicians? Or, hate humans?"

After thinking for a while with Kiriori, he began to speak inexplicably again.

Sure enough, something happened in the outside world, so I rushed into the dream to find her.

Speaking of this, it is thanks to Xia Youjie's advice last time that she made some preparations.

Now Leuhu and Zhenren should have entered the high school, and according to her method, they have set up a barrier that only five enlightenments cannot enter.

Perhaps the situation is not considered critical, but Gojo Satoru, who came here at the first time and asked without thinking... seems a little out of line.

The good and evil indicators of the strongest magician in front of him are also quite subtle.

Looking down at Kiriori, he didn't know what he was thinking about, not only didn't intend to answer his question, but became leisurely.

She said softly: "I would like to ask you about this, Gojo Satoru."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The girl stayed in his arms quietly, without any struggle or expression of resistance, but she always did things that he didn't expect.

This posture is really obedient and untidy.

Gojo Satoru thought casually, even if they were so close and behaved so intimately at this moment, they still couldn't ignore this insurmountable gap.

Somewhat unpleasant.

Besides, the situation outside is not good, is it?

"Ah, about that."

Gojo Satoru slowly unfolded a bloody smile, this boy who was as old as Shochiku, his loose tone could be so gentle to the point of cruelty.

"Speaking of which, both gods and curse spirits are unreasonable existences, so you can understand?"

"I'm already very gentle with Xiaowuzhi, the most correct way is to kill you."

?

Is this provoking the dignity of being a god?

The nasty white-haired boy changed his subject, with the tip of his tongue twirling around his palate, and his slightly hoarse voice whirled around his ears: "But if Xiao Wuzhi told me, maybe I would think about it seriously?"

How arrogant.

Wuzhi laughed angrily, the skin hidden under the clothes was so pale that it was almost morbid, but his face was so beautiful and charming, and the hair that fell on the sideburns swayed in a style that he had never seen before.

Wujo Wu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes were locked in hers.

Yuri put his fingertips against the hem of his clothes, pulling away the distance between them. Because of the height difference, he had to raise his beautiful swan neck, revealing the curve of the neck in a glance.

It looks fragile and beautiful, like a flower buried in darkness, revealing a dying beauty.

As if to suit the occasion, there is moonlight and snow on the side at this moment, and the temperature is gradually getting colder.

His gaze was focused yet scattered, like falling snow scattered between his eyes.

"The six eyes of the Gojo family, who appear once in a hundred years, have been worshiped as gods since birth, and people like this easily step on the top of human beings..."

Feeling the coolness of the wind and frost, Yuwuzhi gently brushed the white rope on the ankle, and invisible power circulated in the veins of the rope.

"There's no need to do these superfluous things."

"To be honest, I don't hate humans and conjurers. If I have to say it, what I hate is you who do all the childish things, Gojo Satoru."

The proud conjurer was unilaterally disgusted.

"childish?"

Gojo Satoru's deliberately elongated tone seemed to be chewing the word carefully, and he was thoughtful.

You Wuzhi's expression was calm, and the usual smile no longer overflowed from his lips, but a slight sarcasm: "Yeah, if you don't find a proper explanation for these behaviors, they will be very, very childish or even low."

"I can ignore the rules of human beings, but what about you? Gojo Satoru, who hid me here instead of taking me back or executing me in accordance with the system and requirements, in what capacity did you do these things?"

Gojo Satoru's gaze never really left her, probing and subtly turning into another gaze.

Yuri was unmoved: "Since then, I have been thinking about how far you can go for this boring attraction, Gojo Satoru."

"Wow, are you starting to test?" Wujo Wu tilted his head, hooked the small round sunglasses with his index finger, and showed burning eyes.

Like some kind of secret expectation.

Kiriori avoided his sight, and the marigolds on the cuffs were swaying with the folds.

"Now that you know my name, you probably understand what kind of god I am."

Gojo Wu Dingding looked at her, smiled and snapped his fingers.

The surrounding environment turned into a dark and old house, the walls were composed of countless bookshelves, full of ancient books and collections.

This is the library of the Gojo family.

Precious, extinct and never-before-seen ancient books from ancient times to the present are stored here.

It took him an unknown amount of time to read and search one by one, and he found all the classics about the gods.

Can't imagine him being so patient.

Until he found a very similar description in an old diary——

A god who is so beautiful that it is not like the world, and it is his duty to fulfill the prayers of the world, but wherever he goes, there are many diseases and disasters, and the wars are endless.

It fits pretty well.

When he casually turned to the next page.

There are very few detailed records. This notebook is from a temple in Heijokyo in the Heian period. Gojo Satoru gradually investigated the information and learned that the temple had already disappeared.

In the only remaining information, it was discovered that the two-faced Buddha was enshrined in this temple.

Gojo Satoru can probably confirm the identity of Wuzhi, just like the tens of thousands of gods in the Warring States Period in Japan, but why does such a small temple have records about the God of Disease and Disaster?

His thoughts turned back to reality, and the one in front of him was completely different from the gods from thousands of years ago.

There is no sense of time, no old-fashioned atmosphere.

Like white epiphyllum blooming at night.

Not only wanting to kiss and worship piously, but also secretly desecrating this girl under the moonlight irresistibly.

That being the case, it's done.

Pluck her from the branch, and then it doesn't matter what happens.

Such arrogant thoughts began to take root deeply, like seeds germinated in the body, and poisonous poppies gradually bloomed and were crushed by him, repeating the cycle.

That's why Nitro would say that he was sick at that time.

Not crazy, but sick.

So no matter what, there is a cure.

"You haven't apologized to me yet, have you?"

"...?"

Gojo Satoru asked nonchalantly.

With one hand on his hip, his index finger unconsciously brushed the scar on his waist. The scar on his forehead and other places were healed by the inversion technique.

Only the wound on his waist remained, as if he had engraved something on his body.

"Apologize?" You Wuzhi frowned, he already knew that the Wutiao Wushou nerves had been disconnected for a long time, so what is it this time?

"You don't need to check it at all. How can there be a guy like you in the world who spends money to hire murderers to kill your boyfriend?"

Gojo Satoru laughed angrily as he spoke, rubbed his nose, and hummed softly.

"Isn't it the money I called you last time?"

"..."

Yuwuzhi was embarrassed for a moment, lowered his eyes and coughed a few times.

"Really?" Wujo Gou widened his blue pupils, gritted his teeth with faint grievance and anger on his expression:

"Tell me, what are you going to do."

"Let's break up."

"???"

After chatting nonsense for a long time, he finally got to the important point, and Wuzhi raised his eyebrows at him without guilt.

"Break up, Gojo Satoru."

"What did you say?" Gojo Satoru froze for an instant, narrowed his eyes, his expression as if in disguise immediately returned to calm, and stopped constantly playing with his fingertips.

"You can't really play this childish and boring trick, magician."

There was no fear in Yuri's raised eyebrows, Gojo Satoru and this dream were just for fun and entertainment, and the last nickname was just a reminder to him.

There is always a difference between positions.

"laugh--"

Crisp laughter came from the top of the head, accompanied by the air of frost and snow, falling into the ears.