Illness Men's Manual

Do you believe in love?

Love is the most powerful force, but also the most twisted curse.

"Love……"

Xia Youjie leaned against the wall, raised his head and sighed softly.

If one ignores the missing arm and the battle-damaged appearance covered in blood and scars, perhaps he can continue to think seriously about this proposition.

It's a pity that he can't even breathe at this moment.

There is no doubt that he was defeated.

Although he put [-]% to [-]% of the magic spirits all over the world, so that he only had about [-]% of his magic power to fight against Otoko Yuta, but he was indeed defeated because he underestimated the enemy.

Xia Youjie closed his eyes slightly.

Recalling the scene of the final battle.

The black-haired boy released all of Rika's power at the last moment, a power so amazing that it could shock the entire magic world, and the price was only——

A victim of love.

"Thank you for protecting me Li Xiang, thank you for liking me."*①

"Finally... lend me your strength one more time, I have to stop this guy."

"I don't need anything after that..."

"My body, mind and future are all entrusted to Lixiang, and we will really be together from now on."

"Rika, I love you."

Xia Youjie sneered, a victim of love?

He leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. The massive loss of blood made his face so pale that it was frightening. Xia Youjie hugged the wound where his arm was broken, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

Staring at the blood dripping from his feet seemed distracted.

Perhaps not a sacrifice?

Is it a promise?

In Xia Youjie's perception, the romantic matter of dying together with his lover has never been very meaningful.

The meaning of life exists only in life.

No matter how great the love and great achievements are, there will be nothing left after death except to be sighed and recorded in a thin book.

The hopes and stories behind those beautiful pictures are piled up with the corpses and blood of the companions.

Xia Youjie's ears moved, and then he gave a familiar smile.

"It's coming, it's a little slow."

"Enlightenment."

A man wearing a dark college teacher's uniform stopped in front of him, with a slender figure, and his silver-white hair and eyelashes made him spotless.

The bright blue eyes gradually became dark under his gaze.

"Are all my companions okay?" Xia Youjie resisted the pain in his shoulder, and smiled very lightly at him.

"They all escaped."

There was no emotion in Gojo Satoru's voice.

Xia Youjie laughed suddenly, and raised his jaw: "I'm different from you, I'm very gentle, and I didn't kill you."

"Because I believe in you."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and looked straight at him, his blue eyes were like the corner of a glacier, although his tone was light but never showing any strangeness, he folded his arms: "People like you will not kill college students and young people for no reason. Conjurer."

"Hahaha--"

Xia Youjie grinned, but he took a deep breath when the wound was affected. The time when he was a classmate in the past is vivid in his memory, beautiful and unforgettable.

"Trust—do I have any of that left?"

Gojo Wu's eyes darkened, and after so many years, the impulsive and arrogant young man showed an expression of indescribable sadness.

—It’s sad.

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes and turned into a silent smile, and opened the corners of his mouth bitterly: "Give this back to that child."

It is Yi Guyoutai's student ID when he lost it in the mall.

"You really are." Gojo Satoru sighed, raised his eyebrows and scolded after receiving the hand, "I can't stand you!"

Xia Youjie said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, Xiao Wu has grown up."

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

Gojo Satoru put away his student ID card, blinked his dry eyes, and said lightly: "By the way, after defecting, your parents were controlled by the high school and closely monitored. I went to see them a while ago and they seemed to be doing well. "

"..."

Xia Youjie regained his composure and gave a low hum.

He knew that Satoru would not let the high-level move them, and he also knew that Gojo Satoru had given him almost capricious protection before he made up his mind.

Therefore, Xia Youjie had a tacit understanding not to hurt the young conjurer and ordinary people too much.

pity.

Each has taken a different position.

There will be an end one day.

"Do you have any last words?"

This is Gojo Satoru's last sentence, and it is also the final period when he formally bids farewell to this bitter suffering.

Silent sighs spread between the two, creating a rare and warm atmosphere.

Xia Youjie tilted his head and thought for a while, smiling just like he did back then.

"Anyway... I still hate non-magicians, but it's because of her that I didn't hate them enough to kill them."

she was.

Wujo Satoru remained silent.

There was a trace of tenderness and nostalgia on Xia Youjie's lips, his eyes were empty and loose, he did not take a last look at his best friend in front of him, but looked towards the sky.

"It's just that in this world, I haven't been able to smile happily from the bottom of my heart."

The so-called indestructible psychological defense suddenly collapsed in an instant.

Wujo's Adam's apple slid a few times with difficulty, and his snow-white eyelashes trembled inaudibly.

He took a deep breath and made handprints.

Then after killing her with his own hands——

Kill your best friend again.

what--

What kind of curse is this?

He can only save those who are ready to be saved, can't he—

inability.

Even being the strongest has things you can't do, so can you still be called the strongest?

His fingertips hadn't trembled this much for a long time. Gojo Satoru stared at his hands, his silver-white hair fell in front of his blood-soaked eyes, and he felt a bit indescribably relaxed.

If he is not the strongest at this moment, then.

Will there still be gods in this world who listen to the wishes of mortals?

The sky was clear and cloudless.

The poems of the wind sing in Kyushu.

Ding--

"Fengweiyuan China, those who cause riots here, my night battle god descends here"*②

"Surrender to the power of the snow device, and wipe away all kinds of filthy barriers"

"cut!"

The dazzling white light suddenly exploded.

Roll up a piece of wind and sand and cover the entire area in the enchantment.

Gojo Satoru's mind moved, and he closed his eyes reflexively to block the light in front of him, but he quickly dodged the attack that was neither light nor heavy under his feet.

"?"

The distracting white light dissipated, and he opened his eyes with anticipation, only to see a man with purple hair and blue eyes standing in the air, holding a long blade.

Gojo Satoru slowly put down his hand.

My heart is empty.

Not her.

"Hey, I, Yato-sama, will accept your wish!"

The corners of Ye Dou's mouth raised, and he smiled brightly at Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, who had lost all signs of life, and his eight white teeth gleamed.

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru scratched his head, obviously not fully recovered, and said in a low tone, "Who are you? Could it be some strange god?"

"Ok?"

Yato glanced at him a few times, touched his chin and muttered: "Can you see me, are you also a karma?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the man in sportswear who looked unreliable at first glance, his whole body was in tatters... and he was wearing some weird triangular scarf, was it a bib?

At any rate, she has to be like Kiriori-chan, who looks very solemn and powerful enough to scare people.

Gojo Satoru immediately showed disgust in his eyes, sighed and waved away: "Go, go, there is already a lot of mess, no matter who you are, don't add to the chaos."

"Aha?"

Ye Dou pulled the scarf, rolled his eyes, pointed at the silent Xia Youjie by the wall and groaned twice: "I'm here to receive this guy's wish, so I'm going to take him away."

"..."

Gojo Wu's eyes darkened, he was sure that Xia Youjie was dead.

So……

What did he wish for in the end?

Gojo Satoru curled his mouth and twisted his wrist casually: "No, it's impossible for you to take him away, but can you tell me what your wish is? Maybe I can help?"

"Tch, so the conjurer is troublesome."

Yetou scratched his hair, and his expression gradually became serious, those blue eyes were like candles by the riverside of the underworld.

"Since you killed someone with your own hands for the sake of justice in your eyes, do you keep the body as a memory?"

Yato sneered loudly, and put on a very aggressive expression on his slightly raised eyebrows: "Ha, don't you think this is too much? Isn't the conjurer's feelings too hypocritical?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru's eyes also turned cold.

"Cang."

The violent attraction pulled the surrounding buildings and objects towards him. Yato narrowed his eyes and raised his knife to resist.

Finally, there was an explosion, and as the white phantom approached, Yato gave up his resistance and wiped the attacking figure with his knife.

So fast.

Yato was a little frightened, and quickly walked around the rubble of the ruins with a knife in hand.

The silver-white hair drew a sharp arc in the air, Gojo Satoru kicked behind Yato to push him back, and then quickly landed on his next position!

"—!?"

Yato's pupils stood up, and he stretched out his hand like a cat to abruptly change the landing point, secretly admiring the magician's skill in the air.

"Hey! That adult said not to start a war with this person! You're messing around again!"

The urgent and complaining voice of the snow weapon in his hand came, and Yeto curled his lips, "I just don't like conjurers, tsk, forget it."

He landed lightly on the eaves and looked at Gojo Satoru.

Those same blue eyes were endlessly cold, and they kept attacking Yato, but they didn't overuse the technique, but more like... venting their emotions.

And the god with purple hair and blue eyes was also a little angry.

He pointed the snow weapon between Gojo Wujo's eyebrows, and the gust of wind that swept them stopped in an instant.

The expressionless Yeto looked at him with lowered eyelashes, with the indifference and chill of a thousand years ago in his eyes.

"Why angry?"

The wind stopped.

It also seems to be getting colder.

"Because..." Gojo Satoru slightly opened his thin lips.

"No one has the right to say such things to me."

The voice became extremely hoarse due to the battle. Although the killing intent on his body was enough to stab anyone's senses, Yato could only feel the endless coldness and pain from his opponent.

The god's empathy ability is so powerful that he can't help but think of the blood moon night thousands of years ago.

Like winter, freezing the surrounding wind.

Yato pursed his thin lips, withdrew the knife and the divine power that was about to overflow, he looked away and said lightly: "Forget it, she said don't waste time, let you go this time, crazy conjurer."

Accompanied by a sound of white mist rising.

Ye Dou turned around and saw that he was still for the last time, picked up Xia Youjie's body and disappeared into the alley.

"..."

But Gojo Satoru quietly stood where he was and didn't catch up, nor did he try to stop him.

The students who came after hearing the noise called Gojo Satoru's name one after another, and saw him standing alone in the ruins with a dazed expression, and his blue eyes reflected emotions that he had never seen before.

"Teacher Wutiao? What's going on!?"

"..."

"...Go back, I'll report this."

……who is she.

...was she listening to...Jay's wish?