Illness Men's Manual

night.

There are a lot of street lamps scattered along the river named Tsurukawa. The closer to the river bank, the more you can see many large factories.

And not far from these factories are high-rise buildings, and the colorful lights illuminate another bustling and noisy urban night scene.

It's night in Yokohama.

In the 32-story high-rise hotel, the rising white mist renders the transparent glass hazy.

The lights turned into misty shadows dotted in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bathroom.

The silver-haired man who was lying in the bathtub and taking a bath tilted his head, stretched out his long arms and was about to take a towel from one side, but suddenly stopped, and withdrew his hand again.

It seems to be waiting for something.

After a few seconds, another figure appeared in the bathroom filled with mist.

The girl with frost and snow exudes bright and eye-catching colors in the misty bathroom, and her soft and smooth black hair is swaying around her waist.

Gojo Satoru pressed his fingertips against his temples, still looking relaxed about this unexpected reunion.

Wuzhi's brows were slender like Yuandai, and his star-like eyes widened slightly the moment he saw Gojo Satoru.

Like a deer in the forest strayed into the mist, he was extremely surprised.

"?"

Where is this place?

Gojo Satoru, who was lying in the bathtub, slowly propped up his forehead, his eyes were covered by an eyepatch and he couldn't see his emotions clearly at the moment, and his tone was almost calm: "Well, although reason tells me that you who took the initiative to appear in front of me at this time, There must be something terrible."

"But out of personal feelings, I still want you to ask you..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and folded them, simply resting his chin on the back of his hands, exposing his strong arms and neck, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

"Would you like to take a shower together?"

"..."

Wash, take a bath?

Wuzhi and Wuzhi were stunned for a while, until they felt their foreheads agitating gradually, and under the gradually ambiguous hint of the other party, they suddenly raised their fingertips.

"Boom--!!!"

Loud noises sounded in the bathroom without warning, and the wonderful atmosphere originally rendered by hazy fog was completely destroyed by the sudden burst of the water pipe.

The entire bathroom exploded in an instant, like a disaster scene after a fire was extinguished, white foam and water stains slid off the porcelain wall.

There were still two parties standing there who seemed to be motionless.

Gojo Satoru coughed twice and climbed out of the bathtub, covering his mouth and nose, took out a towel from the shelf next to him and wrapped it around, shook the water droplets from his hair and muttered, "It's become a lot fiercer..."

"get out."

With Kiriori's cold voice a little stiff, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

The suites of this hotel are very large, and the equipment is quite complete. The night view is the best sightseeing platform in Yokohama.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door and the nervous voice of the room service staff.

"Hello, how are you, the guest inside?"

Yuwuzhi glanced outside the door, the movement just now seemed too loud.

Gojo Satoru hurriedly came from the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, wiping his hair and opening the door, the room service lady blushed instantly, her eyes didn't know where to put them.

Gojo Satoru raised his usual smile and looked back at the figure standing by the window. Although others could not see him, it did not affect his happy mood at the moment.

"It's okay, I played too much with my girlfriend in the bathroom just now, really, my temper is getting bigger and bigger."

"But I just like her like this?"

Yogiri turned his head and stared at the back of his head in disbelief, what nonsense is this guy talking to outsiders! ?

"...It turns out that this is the case. Please ask this guest and your girlfriend to be quiet. It has already affected other tenants..."

After stammering, the guest room lady bowed and immediately closed the door for him.

There was silence in the room again.

Gojo Satoru then turned his head, sat on the sofa and concentrated on wiping his hair, with a residual smile still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"..."

Yuwuori has a cold face and no expression, does he think he is handsome?

The guy who still wears a blindfold in the shower, speaks weird words, looks more like a pervert in the eyes of others, okay?

"Sure enough, it's inconvenient to wipe your hair with this thing." Wujo Wu muttered, he stretched out his slender index finger to hook the edge of the eye mask, and pulled it off little by little.

The wet black eyepatch formed a strong contrast with his glaringly white finger bones, and the dripping hair tails stuck to his cheeks, sliding down a series of transparent water stains.

...indescribably astringent.

Yu Wuzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stepped back unconsciously.

Some slight suffocation.

"Ok?"

A thick nasal voice came from him, and he raised his white eyelashes and flapped them a few times like dragonfly wings, and his thin lips, with a light pink luster, bent into an attractive arc.

Gojo Satoru...

When did it become like this! ?

"Long time no see." Gojo Satoru wiped his hair vigorously a few times before he was too lazy to continue. He got up yawning, and his loose bathrobe was not tied up properly, revealing his faintly visible skin.

Speaking of it, I get angry with Wuzhi.

"Let your students complete dangerous special missions, but you come here to enjoy it?"

"Premium?"

Gojo Gojo frowned slightly and then immediately stretched his brows, with a drawn-out tone: "Isn't Kirori-chan silently guarding these children—?"

"And I'm not enjoying it. From yesterday to now, I have completed 57 extermination missions, and the last stop is Yokohama, so I opened this suite to rest."

"..."

You Wuzhi pursed his lower lip, and turned his face away. "It's too much, don't you even want to look at me?"

Gojo Satoru's voice softened deliberately, with a strong coquettish and begging tone, water droplets fell down his cheeks along the silver-white hair, like a dog abandoned on a rainy day.

It's no longer the sharp youthful feeling it used to be.

It's more like some kind of seduction, exuding the unique taste of adults.

As if compromising with Kiriori, he straightened his eyes and looked over. The other party lowered his head and picked up his black trousers and put them on, then put on his shirt and fastened the buttons one by one.

"So, what's the urgency?"

Maybe it's because he just got out of the bath, with a low hoarse voice with a slight sense of indifference, he buttoned the last button and it fit perfectly.

...it seems that it is not as inconspicuous as before.

No.

wrong.

Gojo Satoru always gives people an unbelievable illusion, so you can't trust him too much.

You Wuzhi raised his eyes, and briefly described what happened just now, as well as the matter of being dug out by the two-faced Su Nuo, and her artifact and Fu Heihui were stalling for time.

It only took three seconds for her who could teleport to come to Gojo Satoru.

She could easily find Wujo Wu, which came from the pure faith in her heart, and also implied some kind of expectation guidance.

This made her feel very delicate.

"Kimori-chan."

Gojo Satoru came to Yuriri after hearing this. Her 1.9-meter body was a bit too big for her, especially when she got close.

And his lowered eyes always hide some unspeakable thoughts, which are perfectly and cleverly hidden in the shadows without revealing a trace of clues.

It's just that being overly watched like this always reminds her, who has a strong empathy ability, of some very dark pictures.

But so far, no issues.

There was no sign of deterring her, nor was there any sudden sense of reunion after a long absence.

Gojo Satoru... the speed at which he grows is unbelievable.

In the past, he always showed the arrogance in his bones to the fullest, but now Wujo Satoru exudes this character engraved in his blood and bones, calmly.

It's not so much mature...it's more terrifying.

"You should know how important the knotweed Youren is to the two-faced Su Nuo." He slumped down, put his hands on his knees, and made his eyes level with her.

The distance is so close that it almost touches the forehead.

The strong fragrance entangled between the two, and neither of them stood upright without hesitation, like a confrontation that refused to admit defeat, allowing the atmosphere to overlap chaotically.

"Although Yourhito is an excellent container and can suppress the current two-faced Nuo, what about the future?"

"It's impossible for Yuren to live forever, and it's impossible to maintain a clear consciousness forever. My promise to the higher-ups is to let Yuren swallow all his fingers before killing him."

He and Wuzhi remained silent, looking straight into each other's bright blue eyes.

"Kirori-chan came to me at this time, obviously she didn't want Yuren to die~ right?"

That's right.

Knotweed Youruhito cannot die at the moment.

Because this can't completely solve the two-faced Nuo.

Gojo Satoru blinked, encroaching on the air around her unscrupulously, stretched out his hand to wrap the hair around her ear and coiled it around his fingertips: "But it is obvious that the two-faced Nuo is reluctant to give up such a chance of recovery, Only in this way can You Ren be coerced."

"I know Yuzu Yuhito is not dead yet." Yuwuori clapped his hand coldly.

Gojo Gojo grunted in pain, and rubbed the back of his hands in aggrieved way.

"Don't be so cruel."

I don't know why there is always a feeling of losing the upper hand, which makes Wuori feel unspeakably aggrieved. If possible, she hopes that Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuya's heights will be swapped.

There seemed to be stars twinkling in the dark pupils, and the light mist just covered the introversion, and Wu Zhi frowned and stretched out his hand to push the other's chest a few times, but he was a little surprised.

Didn't perform surgery on her...?

what is this?

The hunter disguised as a feline, showing her a furry belly?

And it's terribly hot.

It turned out that this guy was not as calm as he looked.

Yuwuzhi raised his eyebrows, and instead of removing his palm immediately, he knocked down the 1.9-meter man in front of him by taking advantage of his unpreparedness.

It doesn't matter whether you are indulged or caught off guard, if Gojo Satoru can fall in front of Wuzhi now, there must be a more secret and expected purpose in it.

She squatted down and approached Gojo Satoru, the hem of the tight kimono instantly tightened to outline the outline of the knees, and her palm moved to the other's collar.

"I haven't settled with you for losing such an important spell. Shouldn't you solve the trouble you caused?"

Wujo Wujo's nerves tensed instantly, and his Adam's apple slipped uncontrollably.

Wow.

Anti-customer.

The blue eyes revealed faint excitement and wildness, and the hair turned into thick brushed syrup under the warm yellow light, and he held Wu Zhi's wrist instead.

It's so slender that it will break if you apply a little force.

"If Wuzhi was the one who found the container first, what would you do? Would you simply kill him...or use a more conservative approach to save the country?"

"Like, teach him?"

"..."

Yuriori didn't answer immediately.

If there are only these two options in front of her, then the answer for her appearance here is self-evident.

Of course, Gojo Satoru knew it all, so he slightly parted Yuri's wrist, propped his upper body on his elbows, and approached her.

"Then, just go back to the original track."