Illness Men's Manual

In short, when Wuzhi and Wuzhi remembered the two artifacts from home and Fu Heihui, it was already a very tragic battle.

In the end, Yuji Yujin's consciousness forcibly regained his body and fell to the ground.

When Wuzhi and Wujo Satoru arrived late, everyone's faces were more or less colored, except Xia Youjie.

No way, the artifact is just an artifact.

It is a miracle in itself to be able to fight alone without Wuzhi. You must know that artifacts have been attached to their masters for thousands of years to make them powerful.

And to be precise, Xia Youjie was just watching with his sleeves up.

Battle father and son soldiers.

In fact, it is still useful.

Although it is not a warm scene where father and son recognize each other, there is still a tacit understanding.

"...So it's true."

Wujo Wu rested his chin, not surprised at the existence of Xia Youjie and Fu Heisher.

It is said that the gods will take in the homeless souls of the dead, and it seems that Kiriori-chan has also taken in a lot. Sure enough, if you want to stay by the side of the gods in a unique way, you can't do it without a little brain.

"Mist weave."

Only then did Xia Youjie notice the situation outside the court.

Even though the high school and the conjuration world have been in a state of extreme shortage of people, it is a little strange that there is no conjurer to support them after so long.

"Hi Jay!"

Gojo Satoru habitually raised his hand.

Xia Youjie didn't look sideways, and said in a neutral tone, "You've got the wrong person."

Wu Tiao Mao Mao was wronged immediately, this guy clearly understood his appearance at the last moment, turned around and took revenge.

Xia Youjie asked Wuzhi and Wuzhi softly, "Is it resolved?"

"Hey, hey, who else can you be if you're not Jie!" Gojo Wujo pointed at his six eyes dissatisfiedly, folded his arms and snorted coldly: "In the end, you also became so childish."

Xia Youjie was sophisticated and calm, he picked the hair on his forehead with his fingertips, and showed a strange and polite smile: "My name is Xia Qi, and I am the magic weapon of Wuzhi."

"!?"

The five cats blew up.

"How's Youruhito's situation?" Wuzhi ignored the pair of best friends who had reunited, but came to the body of Yuzu Yuren's body, his empty chest didn't rise or fall.

"Ah, he should be dead."

Fu Heisher rested his waist with one hand, glanced lazily at the back, completely ignoring Fu Heihui who was staring at him all the time, his black hair frizzed like a sea urchin.

His tone was a little stiff: "What are you looking at, brat?"

Fu Heihui pursed his lips, not only because of his similar appearance, but also intentionally or unintentionally standing in front of him when he jointly fought against the two-faced Su Nuo just now.

"you……"

Fu Heihui didn't know what to say for a moment, the warm scene where father and son recognized each other was too fantasy for him who didn't have much emotion at all, so he could only speak dryly: "That... the money I burned for you, I received it Is it?"

Fuhesher: "..."

money?

Burn it to me?

"Ha!?" Fu Heishi, who came back to his senses, immediately grabbed Fu Heihui's collar and roared, "Brat, you burned all the money??!!"

Fu Heihui was stunned for a moment: "But, but haven't you already..."

"I'm dead but not completely dead! If you do this kind of thing again, I'll fuck your ass!"

"…………???"

Yuwuori could only try his best to ignore the noise made by Fuheshier, and rested his fingertips on Yuzu Yuhito's forehead.

So now Yuzu Yuren is negotiating with Su Nuo...?

"Oh, that's right, before Yuren wakes up, I'm going to take him back to the high school for Nitzi to issue a death certificate." Gojo Satoru immediately surrounded him, staring down at the empty body where the heart was.

"You want to hide him first?" Yuwuzhi glanced at him.

Xia Youjie came between the two of them calmly, and helped to analyze: "There is obviously a problem with this mission, after all, it is the container of the Cursed King, and in the eyes of some guys, it shouldn't have lived until now.

"That's right, but I'll let him reappear in front of everyone soon." Wujo Wu nodded, looked at Xia Youjie and Wuzhi meaningfully, and his tone was deliberately elongated.

"After all... You can't take away the youth of young people."

"..."

There was a pause with Kiriori, as if thinking about something.

After hearing this, Xia Youjie also lowered his eyes, showing an indescribable expression.

Even the two father and son over there were quiet, and Fu Heihui noticed the situation of Yu Zhang Youren, and heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Wu Tiao's teacher's words.

So according to what Teacher Wujo said, Yuren will come back, right?

"Are you so sure that he will come back?" Yu Wuzhi asked lightly, he was facing the two-faced Su Nuo who had lived for nearly a thousand years, and even she was not completely sure.

"Of course, you have to trust your students."

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru was full of confidence, chatting and laughing happily, and Jean and Wuzhi were a little at a loss as to what to say.

"..."

"Ok."

Yuwuori suddenly pursed his lips and laughed.

It seems that there is no way to always take Gojo Satoru.

"I agreed to that."

Waving with Wuzhi to call back her own artifact, Xia Youjie and Fu Heisher turned into a ray of light and came behind her. Xia Youjie copied his pocket with one hand, looked back at Gojo Wu, his brows and eyes quietly curved.

Even if there was still regret in my heart, it disappeared at this moment.

Fu Heisher turned around and warned his son cursingly, save all the money for him and use it to honor him when the time comes.

Fu Heihui expressionless: "..."

And Gojo Satoru lowered his head and stroked his chin, the arc of his mouth continued to expand, and his eyes shone brightly like a child, reflecting the first ray of the rising sun.

With his hands on his head, he swaggered out of the juvenile prison: "Let's go Hui, but let me tell you—"

Fu Heihui carried the body of Yu Zhang Youren to his shoulders as if resigned to his fate, with blue veins appearing faintly on his forehead: "These are secrets, right!"

"Since you want to keep it secret, don't tell it so openly!"

"Ha ha!"

"What did you promise to understand?"

After returning to the shrine, Xia Youjie did not fall asleep like Fu Heisher, but handed him a cup of tea thoughtfully.

He took a sip with Kiriori, but looked at the jingling white wind chimes under the eaves: "I will personally teach Knotabagi Yujin, so that he can compete against the two-faced Su Nuo."

"...Wuzhi has really changed a lot." Xia Youjie couldn't help but sighed softly, and looked at her with his jaw propped up.

The person in the eyes is looking at the scenery, and the person watching the scenery is looking at another unknown distance.

"I used to want to repeat the same mistakes."

Rubbing the rim of the cup with Wuzhi's fingertips, whether it was the things she experienced in the high school after the lower world, or the days of exploring the world with Zhongyuan Zhongye, she felt a lot.

Almost against my will.

Gods are born from people's expectations, and it is her duty to help human beings. It is indeed a problem that she has not discovered before because of the threat of double-faced Nuo.

Xia Youjie just smiled and said nothing, the two enjoyed a moment of peace together.

It was already bright, and the morning dew from the courtyard fell on the pond, causing ripples.

Yuwuzhi suddenly said, "Are you tired?"

"It's not bad, probably because I'm not a mortal, so I'm still full of energy." Xia Youjie shook his head, a little confused: "What's the matter?"

"Let's go then."

Wuzhi got up and stroked his cuffs, rubbing shoulders with him and walking to the eaves.

"Didn't you want to go with me to see the world's hundreds of scenes, and the world's various states, then come with me to receive the first prayer, in Ueno County, Amber River."

"..."

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, then laughed lightly, and got up while supporting the low table.

Travel thousands of miles in the world together and enjoy the great rivers and rivers.

After that, think about other things.

The next day, Gojo's house.

"That's it."

Gojo Satoru returned to Gojo's home from the teacher's college dormitory almost early in the morning to prepare, changed into the familiar white dragonfly bathrobe, and walked in with Kiriori enthusiastically.

"Should you have been here?"

If he was referring to the dream, then it is indeed not the first time Yuwuzhi has come to Gojo's house.

If there is any impression, the rows of servants following behind are somewhat familiar, and of course they were all dismissed by Gojo Satoru.

"This is the guest room."

"This is the master bedroom and inner room, what's going on over there..."

Gojo Satoru walked in the front and babbled about the structure of the Gojo House, and Wuzhi followed behind blankly, pausing slightly when passing a pond in the master bedroom.

"This is the courtyard. I heard that I liked to climb trees when I was young." Gojo Satoru simply stopped and talked about his childhood, but there was no look of nostalgia on his face.

Kiriori saw that the tree was tall.

It's tall enough to look down on everyone.

In the huge Wujo house, there are only these cold buildings and fearful servants. Standing in front of the master bedroom, they don't even see the figure of the current master or elders.

Yuriri glanced behind the door.

"Ah, I'm in charge of the Gojo family now, so I'm the biggest."

Gojo Satoru raised his palm and patted the ginkgo leaf on his shoulder, and continued walking forward after speaking.

The ginkgo leaves that fell by his feet inadvertently curled up slightly, he paused for a moment, then turned around and stretched out his hand towards Wuzhi, showing a trace of warmth against the autumn scenery.

"Five enlightenments."

And Wuzhi suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

The silver-haired man who reached out to her raised his mouth.

"How long until the basement?"

"..."

The silver-haired man in front of him froze at the corner of his mouth, and fell into a strange silence for a moment.

"You really don't understand style."

After a long time, he put down his hands, looked up at the eaves and said to himself: "Well, it doesn't matter, but if someone like you suddenly becomes warm, nothing good will happen. That's the only one I have. Backstabbed once..."

Listening, Wuzhi's anger gradually came up.

"Don't waste time, isn't the knotweed Yuren still awake?"

"It should be soon." Gojo Satoru snorted softly, but quickened his pace, and the two arrived at the basement of Gojo's house smoothly.

Sure enough, since ancient times, the Yusan Family has had its own unique way to collect precious objects. Those rare spells and treasures are kept inside by blue seals.

And in the other door of the basement, it was Wuzhi's human body that was sealed up.

Because he lost the aura of a god, he preserved it in a special way. His appearance was completely the same as that time, with the same face, except for the mole of tears.

After staring at Wuzhi for a while, he pulled out a word.

"...You actually have such a hobby."

No normal person would use this place to preserve a worthless corpse, but Gojo Satoru has preserved it for so many years.

"Hey... doesn't this just come in handy?"

Gojo Satoru retorted without sincerity, and then deliberately elongated his tone, his tall figure looked a little creepy in the dark basement.

He approached and Kirori easily pushed her down on the ice platform behind him, holding the girl in his arms with both hands supporting the edge of the platform, the distance was quite close.

The current Gojo Satoru seems to have never opened no limit to her, he is calm and has a deep desire to control.

"Also, I think the atmosphere here is quite good."

Wuori and Wuzhi could even feel the other party's breathing gradually increased, and the lazy voice slid past the ear with a trace of warmth, and the pale blue eyes were rendered with a dark color by the dim light.

"Super suitable for some basement play, don't you think?"