Illness Men's Manual

The two looked at the same time, and a child in a white dragonfly yukata stood in the sky, with an immature face that was [-]% similar to Gojo Satoru, and there was a sense of ridicule that did not match his age.

The snow-coloured eyelashes drooped slightly, and the glass-like pupils were filled with fine streamers.

Even if it's full of sarcasm, it's breathtakingly beautiful.

Gojo Goto was stunned, frowned, crossed his arms and asked, "How did you get in?"

I have known for a long time that dreams are interoperable, but I didn't expect to be able to shuttle so easily.

"This is my dream, why can't I come in?"

The young Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows and turned back, his eyes moved to Wuzhi and the ribbon in her hand.

Following that attraction, his appearance meant that even the dreams were irresistibly affected.

He is not tall, and his tone is not small.

"Hey, don't play this kind of word games with me, go back quickly." Gojo Satoru was obviously impatient, the corners of his mouth twitched, his expression was strangely pale.

The young Gojo Satoru lightly landed beside Yu Zhizhi, fine dust rose from his feet, and sneered at him again, "You don't feel ashamed, do you get dumped?"

"Dump, dump?"

How could such a word be used on him?

Wujo Wu's face darkened, blue veins appeared faintly on the forehead, and his knuckles were pinched and cracked: "What do you know, you little devil, go back quickly."

"Isn't it?" The young Wujo Wu raised his small jaw and looked at himself with contempt, "I'm really worthless, I will never become a person like you in the future."

"Huh? You're so funny? Brat."

Yuwuzhi was silent: "..."

These two guys are just scolding themselves.

Sure enough, I still can't understand Gojo Satoru, who has been like this since he was a child...unexpectedly.

Looking at it like this, I still feel very abnormal, split personality?

Sure enough, he was sick.

"Excuse me, you are me." Gaozhuan Wujo Wu stepped forward two steps, trying to reach out and grab his back collar, but was blocked by infinite barriers, unable to move forward half a minute, unable to get close to the precocious white-haired child in front of him.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Do you also know that this is nonsense!?"

Gojo Satoru on both sides couldn't get close to anyone, like two tit-for-tat big white cats fighting each other, the stagnant atmosphere eased a lot.

Yuwuori selectively comforted one of the cats, and stretched out his hand to rub the hair of the young Gojo Satoru. Although the short hair looked prickly, it was actually very soft.

Inexplicably, he likes children very much, it seems that he treats little real people very indulgently.

The young Gojo Satoru turned around and brushed away Yuzhi's hand, staring at her fixedly, his clear voice was no longer deliberately lowered, showing an expression of ambiguity.

Putting on an air of indifference and arrogance, I have to say that Gojo Satoru on both sides is not very likable, how did he manage to be like this from childhood to adulthood, and Kiriori couldn't help being a little curious.

"It seems that you already know how to get out. Just ask, do you like this guy?"

Pointing at him with the dragonfly-printed sleeves, Wujo Gojo was stunned for a moment, and went straight into the dark pupils.

Come back to God with Wuzhi.

"I don't like it." He firmly refused.

That is a superfluous and meaningless emotion, which should not exist for a god.

The young Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, like a very ignorant child who got a satisfactory answer, and turned his head: "Isn't this just right?"

"me too."

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank suddenly, and the light refracted by the sapphire was extremely dazzling.

Contradictions arise.

It’s impossible to have this kind of emotion, even if it gradually changes from curiosity to some unknown emotion, it will be completely wiped out under the humiliation suffered by the astral body incident.

It's not a matter of position.

But its own problem.

Unwilling to admit such weird and absurd emotions, but being fatally attracted by this gorgeousness, he carelessly hides behind others until he slowly distorts it.

It is impossible for the proud conjurer to succumb to the dignity under this kind of emotion, so he chose to confuse himself.

That's right, in order to cure the illness on his body, he chose to lock Wuzhi into a dream.

Fundamentally speaking, as long as he can like and hate as he pleases, as for the attitude, thoughts, feelings, and logic of the other party, it doesn't really have much influence on him.

Gojo Satoru likes but doesn't like Kirori, wants to draw her into the palm of his hand and hug her, wants to have continuous skin contact, wants those eyes to keep looking at him——

Curious but totally indifferent to what the other person thinks.

In his unique way, he tries to continue or destroy such feelings.

Finally, he lowered his head slowly, the white hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and let out a low smile.

"So did you find out?"

"Probably." With a flat tone of Yuri, she squatted down and stretched out her slender white fingertips to gently pick apart the white rope on her ankle, and the power flowing on the rope disappeared at the moment of breaking.

It was easily untied by her and placed in the palm of her hand.

The real bondage is the medium of relationship to form the divine world.

And this dream is just a way to confuse the present. What makes Wuori particularly concerned is that the formation of the relationship can be traced back to the big adventure in the dessert shop at that time.

Since then, Gojo Satoru has been planning these things.

And why are you doing it now?

Just as he thought, he didn't want to pull the other party into the whirlpool with confusion and love, so he could get out.

Very cunning.

Yuwuzhi crushed the yellow bell on the rope expressionlessly.

"This is the center of the enchantment."

The young white-haired child watched the shackles on her disappear with cold eyes, stretched out his hand to reveal the enchantment of the dream, as long as he broke the enchantment with Wuzhi, he could go out.

It seems that everything is helping Wuzhi, but it is just Gojo Satoru's self-help.

As if to say to her, break it.

Break everything into slag.

From the undisguised ridicule of the young Gojo Satoru to the anger, Gojo Satoru's extreme in guiding himself to the other end of the relationship is obviously directed and acted by himself.

In order to get rid of the disease that is about to spread.

Divide yourself, stimulate yourself, turn love into more extreme feelings.

This is the craziest conjurer Yuri has ever seen.

"It's over, Gojo Satoru."

After untying the shimenawa rope with Kirori, he easily called out the narrow knife in his hand to break the barrier, and everything in the dream turned into clouds and dissipated.

In this short but treacherous confrontation, it will eventually come to an end somewhere.

"No."

Gojo Satoru's figure disappeared in front of his eyes, and then appeared behind Wuzhi, his hair slapped slowly across the snow-colored eyelashes, and fierce killing intent overflowed from the shattered gemstone pupils.

Then kill it.

If you can't completely own it, then at least you have to end it in your own hands.

It's just a god.

Anyway, from the very beginning, he never imagined such a thing as the future.

What will happen to the high school, what will happen to the magic world, and what will happen to me——

It doesn't matter anymore.

Now I just want to make the other party completely crushed in his palm and get rid of the root cause.

The expression on his face at this moment is somewhat similar to that of Wujo Wu when he was young, or maybe this is the most real Wujo Wu.

His eyes are thin and empty, and he stands between the sky and the earth with one hand in his pocket, his posture is like a newly born young god but higher than it, revealing exquisite indifference from inside to outside.

Avoid the constant attack with Wuzhi and rush out of the sky.

A huge airflow followed her through the air, and there was a bang, followed by an explosion that razed the surrounding area to the ground.

It was getting dark now.

The red and white figure is bright and eye-catching, and the scattered hair is silvery in the clear light, just like the beauty under the moon.

Looking around with Wuzhi, it really is an open space far away from the city, and it seems that it is not far from the high school.

She looked back at the young man standing between heaven and earth, he was an existence that could not be ignored at any time, even if it was mixed with malice, it seemed to be extremely pure on the surface, shining with a cool-toned brilliance.

At that glance, strange feelings continued to grow.

The world is shaking.

No, not at all, it was her who was shaken.

Swallowing the tail of the embers with Kiriori, he called out another person's name.

"Shir."

Fu Heisher, who is an artifact, finally heard Wuzhi's call after being disconnected for several days, and appeared in Wuzhi's hands almost uncontrollably.

The huge black scythe swayed in the open space, waving wantonly in Wuzhi's hands as if it had no weight, and shadows more sinister than ghosts piled up with the branches and leaves.

Fu Heisher had already fought back and forth without even recovering.

"Wow, a new weapon?" Gojo Satoru covered the corners of his lips with the back of his hand and coughed twice, his eyes locked on the sickle in her hand, and there was a very annoying breath.

Holding such a weapon feels too unnatural in her hands.

God?

Gojo Satoru took out the other hand that was in his pocket, raised his exquisite jaw line slightly, and an irresistible teasing smirk overflowed from his thin lips, "It doesn't suit you well, it looks like a villain."

"Really?" Yuwuzhi didn't care, and raised his eyebrows: "I call the opposite me like this, because the positive and negative pointers only exist in personal positions."

"Maybe, who knows." Gojo Satoru laughed, quite happily.

Can he feel that something is about to break out of the cocoon and grow wings?

impossible.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Although forced to weaponize, Vohesher was still able to communicate with her.

A hoarse and hasty voice sounded in his head, and Wuzhi slowed down, listening to Fu Heisher's inquiry in silence.

Fu Heisher frowned, he could sense that Gojo Satoru's power at this moment was not the same as in the past, it was better to say that he had a crazy attitude that had never been seen before.

And the breath of Wuzhi disappeared for two days, and when it reappeared, it turned out to be a direct war.

"Why are you fighting with this brat again, and you..."

"Shir, take out the "Amazing Hoko". "

Fuheisher was still in a fighting posture in the consciousness of Wuzhi. When he took out the "Amazon Hoko", the black sickle was covered with a very faint layer of dark light.

This will have the same effect.

As long as the melee can undo Gojo Satoru's spell, then she will win.

But it's difficult, this weapon can be seen at a glance, and both sides will suffer...?No, it would be better to sacrifice the human body.

He Wuzhi pursed his lips tightly, his eyes determined and stubborn.

"Enlightenment!"

The familiar shout joined the battlefield, it was Xia Youjie.

Even if he made his own choice, it doesn't mean that Xia Youjie will give up everything, and he still keeps the 'exception' in his heart.

The gap will expand until it is destroyed, and the destruction represents remodeling, and the flowers whose roots have been broken will bloom in different places.

So here he is.

And Gojo Satoru has no time to take care of it.

When the handprints were formed, the completely crazy gaze was released, and the fingertips lightly pointed to the mist, and the pouring out of the curse gathered into a huge undercurrent and rushed towards her!

Such a powerful destructive force may not be perfectly resisted by Fuheshier at this moment.

He Wuzhi flew into the air suddenly, with no intention of avoiding it at all. It seemed that Xia Youjie had changed his mind because of Xia Youjie's appearance, and threw the black sickle in his hand at Xia Youjie.

"Go get Xia Youjie involved."

Fu Heisher, who was immediately transferred to the target, immediately turned into a human form and stagnated in mid-air, stunned. What does she want to do?

The ever-weakening spell power came up like a spring, Gojo Satoru seemed to have understood Wuzhi's intentions, he showed a warm smile, but his eyes were so gentle and long.

"Let's die together, okay."

Gojo Satoru opened his hands and waited in place with a gesture of welcoming and hugging.

The dangerous and deadly tenderness opened its arms at this moment, and the moment it got close to Wuzhi, it gushed out a power that could destroy the world, and the stars fell into the shattered eyes.

The sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

Thick dust and smoke rolled up, like the end of the world.

He squinted his eyes slightly, it was really like a vigorous and heart-pounding plot in a movie, the opening and ending of love and hate are so...fresh and exciting.

This should belong to his life, not be dominated by love and affection.

jingle--

It's a crisp ringtone.

It's Shimenawa, obviously untied by Kiriori... No, it's still in her hands. Being a god doesn't require preconditions, but what does she want to do.

"Spirit world."