Illness Men's Manual

After a period of obscure teaching, Yuzu Yuhito fell into self-meditation.

Yuwuori watched Knotabagi Yujin quietly, the outline of the boy's closed eyes gradually coincided with the memory in his mind, and his thoughts suddenly had mixed feelings.

This may be the perfect opportunity.

She once said that the essence of human beings cannot be destroyed, but it can be reversed and assimilated. She hopes that the knotweed Youren can assimilate the two-faced Su Nuo.

At least, can face up to oneself.

"Don't do these useless things, it's impossible." There was a gap again on the face of Yu Zhang Youren, his eyes were still closed, and he let the two-faced Su Nuo come out to mock Wu Zhi.

"This kid can do nothing but be a container."

Yuwuzhi ignored him.

Immediately afterwards, the black curse pattern on the face of Knotabazu Yuhito gradually emerged, the soft outline became extremely sharp, the red eyes opened instantly, and the world lost all color immediately.

A cold breath came from his back.

Was dragged into the field again.

The ground under Wuzhi's feet turned into a puddle of blood, soaking the hem of her dress into blood red, and the corpses scattered on the ground randomly rolled down to her feet.

Suddenly, there was a chill in her chest, and Wuzhi glanced down at her pierced chest, and she looked up at the cursed king sitting on top of the bones.

He was holding his chin, and said with some lack of interest: "What, at least give me some interesting reactions, a guy who doesn't even have a heart."

"When did you develop this hobby of digging hearts?" Yuwuzhi tugged at the corner of his mouth, as expected, he had been squatting in the field for thousands of years, so he was quite bored.

Su Nuo on both sides sneered, looking down with arrogance: "Have I allowed you to look up?"

Yukiri immediately looked away, it was nice not to have to look at him.

"..."

For some reason, the Cursed King was even more upset.

"I didn't expect you to teach that kid to gather the power of faith, so you're so afraid of me?" Two-faced Su Nuo played with the skull head next to the seat, and carefully looked at the girl in front of him with slightly raised eyes.

No matter what kind of foreign appearance he is in, he maintains a very dignified appearance. Every detail of his body, from the hair falling to the side of the face and then to the waist, all show restraint and indifference.

Two-faced Su Nuo has known the existence of gods since a long time ago, and it was born from the prayers in the hearts of human beings.

It's just what is expected.

Compared with the kid in the temple, it was a natural contrast.

There was even a period of time when the two-faced Nuo took pleasure in hunting gods. What reason is there for a guy born from human beings to be superior.

what.

Survived the hope of deifying Knotabagi Hisohito.

Su Nuo on both sides leaned back on the chair leisurely, lifted his chin and said lightly: "Do you think such a kid will grow up to the shape you expect?"

"The guy who is easily deceived by the cruel reality domesticates himself with the morals and rules of the world. No matter how many thousands of years human beings have evolved, they will always look like mud."

"..."

Wuzhi and Wuzhi were silent for a long time, until Su Nuo on both sides frowned impatiently: "Answer."

"I can't answer that question just yet."

Yuwuzhi stared at her own reflection in the bloody water with downcast eyes. The blood oozing from the open chest made her face a little pale, but it didn't affect her in any way.

As he said, humans cannot survive without a heart, but they are different.

"Maybe you have more knowledge than I do, but the progress of human beings is not all about thinking, and all these questions will never be answered." Yu Wuzhi finally raised his hand to cover his chest to stop the bleeding, otherwise he must have a bad face when he went out.

"It's like you designed me to kill Shan at that time, but you never thought that you and him would still overlap after a thousand years." Yu Wuzhi suddenly pursed his lips and laughed, like a branch sprouting new buds after the snow melted .

"Life is really a grand reincarnation."

"Tsk."

The cursing king's lips were straightened, and the brows were slightly frowned, "I can only say some pretty words."

He suddenly appeared behind Yuzhi, and pressed his fingertips on the back of her neck. With a little force, this fragile body would be broken in his hands.

The cold and sharp black nails were attached to the fair skin, and they were drawn to the front side with strong malice.

"I don't know if when I come out, you can still say these beautiful words calmly and face another upcoming reincarnation."

The two-faced Su Nuo spoke very slowly when he said this passage, with a deliberately elongated tone while slowly invading the nerves.

I don't know if Gojo Satoru has infected some bad habits, and Wuzhi suddenly wanted to complain about him at this moment: "With your current state of schizophrenia with Yuzu Yuhito, you will say such things in two years?"

Keenly aware of the murderous intent growing all over the opponent's body and eyes, Wuzhi suddenly grabbed the arm pinned to the back of his neck, bent slightly and threw him over his shoulder!

The moment I fell out, I couldn't feel the gravity.

You Wuzhi jumped away lightly, but was suddenly stabbed in the abdomen by sharp knives from all directions, and most of the blood on the clothes was splashed by the blood on the ground.

The attacks in the field are all guaranteed to hit, which makes Yu Wuzhi a little depressed.

Moreover, it is not possible to break through the domain through conventional methods. Su Nuo's domain is almost a parallel space with unlimited extension, which is really troublesome.

I hope he wasn't bored enough to have the perverted idea of ​​dragging her into the realm and beating her up.

"What are you thinking about?"

Still daring to lose his mind in his domain, the two-faced Su Nuo stood opposite Wu Zhi, folded his arms and looked at her with dead eyes.

Yuwuzhi coughed twice: "I was thinking that you must have been bored squatting in the field for thousands of years."

"?"

"Otherwise, let's make a bet." Yuwuzhi looked at him seriously, "Set the restraint."

Two-faced Su Nuo raised his eyelids, "What bet?"

"I bet what you said is wrong, Knotweed Yujin will definitely grow to the point where even I will be amazed by it in the future." Yuwuzhi raised his chin and looked at him.

"Same as that black-haired brat."

The two-faced Su Nuo's tone could not detect any emotions, completely hiding all the movements in his calm eyes, and asked casually: "Where does your confidence in this kid come from?"

"Because it's you, Su Nuo."

Wuzhi and Wuzhi decided to change the concept secretly, "Now you are one, and I initiated the bet on you, so it can also be counted as—"

"—I believe in you."

Not bad.

The last sentence pleased him a little.

Su Nuo on both sides squinted his eyes, and there was an obscure glint in his eyes, and he raised the corner of his mouth and made a mocking voice: "This bet is indeed what you want."

"Whenever Knotaba Yuhito makes progress, I will give him a finger until he completely absorbs your strength and is not defeated by you, even if I win."

And the two-faced Su Nuo doesn't have to pay any price at all, just wait quietly for the final outcome.

"You want to prove it to me so urgently?" The two-faced Su Nuo's brows and eyes hid the last gleam of dumbness, and he didn't agree immediately. He was good at planning and he didn't show any emotion.

But these and Wu Zhi didn't care too much.

As Gojo Satoru said, there is nothing worse than this, and by that time she may not be defeated by the two-faced Su Nuo in the period of complete victory.

"Let's wait and see in a hundred years, Two-Mian Su Nuo."

Yuri's self-confidence is not all derived from Yuzu Yujin, but a deep understanding of the essence and a laissez-faire attitude towards the ending.

And the two-faced Su Nuo will agree.

Not only these conditions that are beneficial and harmless to him, but also the rather harsh desire to see her fail again.

Presumably the expression at that time must be more worth watching.

"Wow, it's finally out."

As soon as Yuwuzhi exited the domain, she heard a calm tone from the door. She looked up, and Gojo Satoru didn't know when she came back.

Looking at Knotabagi Youruhito, he still closed his eyes tightly, looking dizzy from deep meditation.

The white-haired man who was ignored was of course a little upset. He leaned against the door with his arms folded, his eyes sank slightly: "Did you see the two-faced Su Nuo?"

"Ah."

Yuwuzhi nodded, not quite understanding why his complexion was so bad.

After realizing it later, she realized that she still seemed to be covered in embarrassment and blood. Thinking of her getting up and preparing to go out, she said lightly: "It's almost time for me to go. It's not suitable to appear in front of Youren in this state."

"..."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and remained silent.

The drooping eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which added a bit of coolness to the breath around him.

It wasn't until he rubbed shoulders with him that he was suddenly grabbed by the arm, and Wu Zhi frowned and looked up at him, but the other party pulled her up and left.

"This look is really not elegant, so let's go to the nearest place to sort it out."

Gojo Satoru dragged her to the front with big strides, speaking fast and moving quickly, and dragged Yuwuzhi to the corner of the stairwell and then used the long-distance spell.

Even Kiriori had switched environments before he recovered.

"This is where?"

Yuri looked at the surrounding environment, it was very clean and simple, but full of strong personal atmosphere, and the smell of white icing.

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, frowned and said, "My dormitory."

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, just covering the fine stream of light in his eyes, and pointed to the bathroom: "At least wash the blood on your face?"

After hesitating with Kiriori for a moment, he didn't think too much, and after going in, he took water and washed his face.

Transparent drops of water fell into the skirt of the skirt little by little along the contour of her cheeks, and she closed her eyes.

"This look is very foul."

Wujo Satoru did not know when he appeared behind him, with a loose tone on his lips.

The cold touch seems to spread to the whole body, and the head is slightly tilted to Kiriori. The light in the bathroom is cold, and the skin is as delicate and cold as bone china, and even feels sick.

Wash away the blood stains and dissipate little by little with the swirl in the water.

He pressed his furry head on Wuzhi's shoulders, and wrapped his arms around her waist smoothly, but complained in a low voice: "If you always pamper me like this, you will make progress."

"Will not."

There was no fluctuation in Wuzhi's gaze, and his faith never showed signs of fading away.

It is impossible to imagine Gojo Satoru's loyal appearance. Those arrogance and conceit have long been integrated with paranoia. Even a person who is as free-wheeling as he can't help but want to manipulate these emotions and gain happiness from instinct.

The more he indulged with Kiriori, the more he wanted to restrain himself.

Gojo Satoru buried his head in the opponent's neck, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Then why don't you believe me."

accuse.

"Even if that guy comes out, I will win."

Affirmative.

"So, you really don't care about anything."

It turned into an exclamation of unknown meaning.

"Ah."

Yuri responded straightforwardly, raised his eyelids and told him: "Even if the empathy ability is quite excellent, the gods cannot feel any emotion other than prayer."

Gojo Satoru chewed that passage, his brows stretched, and gradually spread a contented expression that she couldn't understand.

"Since there is such a big difference between me and you."

"Then it's fine for me to become a god too."

"..."

Yuwuzhi sneered when he heard the familiar words, lowered his head and wiped his face with clean water again.

These guys are rushing to climb to the top of the gods one by one, and it doesn't matter to them whether they can become gods or not.

Deep-rooted conceited nature, if such a guy can become a god, he will definitely not collect beliefs from all directions like a living Bodhisattva.

"Is it enough to collect that belief?"

Wujo Gojo murmured, while thinking: "Otherwise, I will build a few shrines now and hire hundreds or thousands of believers?"

Yuwuzhi sneered at him: "It would be great if we could simply collect faith in this way."

Gojo Satoru hugged Wuzhi tightly, rubbed his furry head against the socket of his neck a few times, his blue eyes were full of doubts: "Why? Is there anyone in this world who is not short of money?"

Ah this.

"..."

I choked with Mistori.

Most of the gods in this world are relatively poor, so she couldn't answer this question.