Illness Men's Manual

"So that's what happened..."

Wujo Wu, who was completely invisible, sat cross-legged in the compartment, his fingertips slightly lowered his chin, thinking about the ins and outs, and happened to be face to face with Wuzhi and Zhongyuanzhong.

"hello."

He extended his hand to Zhongyuan Zhong also very friendly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also extended his hand to shake it politely, but suddenly he was stopped by a resistance.

His expression froze slightly, his hands paused in mid-air.

what happened?

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot to take back the spell." Wujo Satoru withdrew his hand without sincerity.

If this did not feel provocative, then Zhong Yuanzhong had been in the organization for so long in vain.

It seems to be a space-type technique...?

Subconsciously analyzed the opponent's ability briefly, he lowered the brim of his hat, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Interesting technique."

Zhong Yuanzhong was not as irritable as before, but he picked up his teacup, pulled his thin lips towards him with a very slight arc, raised his eyebrows at the white-haired young man in front of him, and said, "Shall we drink tea?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru keenly sensed something different. He put his hand on the teacup for a long time, but still remained motionless.

Ah, sure enough.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised the tails of his eyes slightly, and the voice between the young people was like the strings of a piano, and he spoke clearly and pleasantly: "Why, don't you want to drink?"

Yuwuori saw the red dark light attached to the teacup clearly, and even Gojo Satoru could hardly pick up the teacup endowed with gravity.

Is this some kind of incredible game scene?

Two bored adults.

She picked up her teacup and took a sip, turning a blind eye to the secret contest between the two.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, chose to let go of his teacup and quickly snatched the cup from Wuori's hand, showing a triumphant smile: "I still like this cup of tea with Wuori-chan."

Zhongyuan Zhong also's face darkened instantly, this guy.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyelids and glanced at her while drinking tea, but he didn't feel the joy of victory

Speaking of which, I don't seem to know anything about Kiriori-chan.

Like this friend who popped up out of the blue, and everything about her.

Even shrines...

He squinted his eyes, touched the corner of the menu with his fingertips and turned around on the table, raised his eyes to look at the orange-haired man opposite him and slowly raised his eyes.

"It feels a little familiar."

Is it a supplicant?

Or is it the same lower world god as Wuzhi?

"I have worked with related conjurers before, maybe I have seen it." Zhong Yuan also crossed his arms and said indifferently.

"Sorry, I haven't seen it before." Gojo Satoru replied with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows and raised his voice: "You guys are the first to say that you are familiar with it!?"

How did he look like he wanted something to do with her! ?

But seeing Gojo Satoru ignored him at all, and turned his head to Wuzhi and complained: "Today is the exchange meeting for the students, so it's time to go back, right?"

"It should be you, you don't have a teacher in the high school." Yu Wuzhi didn't buy it at first, but he didn't want to continue wandering on the street.

Essentially, living deep in the mountains, she prefers to be quiet.

"Well, where are you going next?" Gojo Satoru made up his mind to follow them, propped his forehead and proposed: "I know many interesting and lively places in Tokyo, do you need me as a tour guide?"

Zhong Yuan is also in an extremely upset mood now: "No need."

"You're welcome? After all, I can see far away?"

"Aha--?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly had veins all over his head, he couldn't bear it and slammed on the table, staring at the silver-haired young man who was still calm and composed.

Yuwuori felt a dull pain in her forehead when she heard how crowded the crowd was. First, Chuya inexplicably told her that she was coming to Tokyo, and then Gojo Satoru was so noisy that she wanted to follow.

The few things that were on my mind were finally resolved, but these guys came out one by one.

"Why don't you two go, I'll go back first."

Yuwuzhi murmured that this delicate atmosphere makes people not want to stay any longer. If she didn't owe Nakahara Chuya a wish, she would never come out with these two guys.

"Go back?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up immediately.

"Didn't you say you were going to your shrine?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little sullen, because this sudden intervener even lost his appetite.

"..."

Holding his forehead with Kiriori, he sighed.

Thinking about countermeasures, Yuwuori lowered his eyes and scanned the table back and forth, only to see two fingers groping under the table quietly, the slender white fingers with well-defined knuckles moved to the black fabric of Wuori's skirt little by little.

Then lightly covering her knees, Yuori lowered his hands and looked at him.

Gojo Satoru smiled loosely, his eyebrows and eyes were bent like a big white cat that climbed up its master's knee without permission, familiar and extremely domineering.

The eyes of the orange-haired young man sitting across from him slid under the table sharply, and the outline shimmered with red light again. Of course, Wuzhi was the one who made the move before him.

"Snapped--!!"

The red light around Zhongya Zhongya suddenly dissipated, and he picked up his teacup to hide his expression.

The five cats and cats who had been hit hard felt the slap marks on the back of their hands in aggrieved way, their long eyelashes covered the fine stream of light in their eyes, and their lips were pursed into a straight line.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered.

Deserve it.

So when the three of them walked out of the cubicle, the delicate atmosphere became more and more unapproachable.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi looked at the tall and one low figures behind: "So, where to go next?"

Two pairs of eyes with different blue eyes looked at her at the same time, and after a brief suffocation with Wuzhi, he quickly turned his head away, and said to Nakahara Zhongya: "Since you want to go so much...then let's go."

her shrine.

Hidden in the mountains... a shrine.

The mottled light and shadow buried the Chuse torii gate deeply under the shadow of the trees, and the fallen rocks under the surrounding bamboo forests quietly climbed up the moss. Looking up, you can see the quiet and simple gate of the shrine.

This is the first time Kiriori has brought people here.

This shrine is a symbol of her promotion from an unknown god to an orthodox god after beheading the two-faced Su Nuo. Among the 8000 million gods, there are tens of thousands of gods like Yuwuori.

And there are not a few gods who can ascend to Gaotianyuan.

But there are also many gods who are reluctant to be in the lower realm, unwilling to be governed by Gao Tianyuan, and become gods in charge of each side.

For example, the orange-haired boy next to Kiriori, and the Aragami-sama who resides in his body.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped on the bluestone steps, showing some curious eyes. After all, in his knowledge, there are very few shrines built in such places.

If there is no human habitation, there will be no incense.

Shrines...don't need people to worship?

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked back, and saw a slender girl standing by the bluestone steps, her skin was exposed in her rolled up hair, reflecting the mist in the mountains and forests, she had a particularly ethereal sense of fragility.

Don't need it.

Zhongyuanzhong also denied this question.

The kind of girl who should be hidden in a box at first glance is like a beautiful flower in a secret environment, and she will get lost if she doesn't pay attention.

The orange-haired youth's fingertips moved slightly, and he also noticed the person behind Wuzhi.

Although there was always a very faint smile on the corner of his lips, the sense of presence that could not be ignored made Zhong Yuan Zhong think deeply about what kind of eyes it was.

"It's finally here."

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, looking up at the simple shrine, maybe even he himself didn't realize how stubborn this place was for him.

Time is a thing that can easily slip through his fingers. He looked at Yuzhi's back, and the clear blue in his eyes washed away the thick fog.

"My envoy has been guarding here, as well as the artifact."

Walking in a straight line with Kiriori, the inside of the shrine is actually not as quiet as it looks on the outside, and there are some small movements from time to time.

"Hanayu, can the flowers on this side of the yard be replaced with white ones?"

Limei was squatting in the yard with his sleeves rolled up, concentrating on observing the branches and buds in the soil. The pure white boy looked peaceful and well-behaved at this moment.

And the super magic spirit squatting inside Limei nodded, and a white flower stretched out from the fingertips.

Limei tapped her chin lightly with her fingertips, and after thinking for a long time, she said softly, "It doesn't seem to work...the color is too monotonous."

"Ah, Master Kiriori is back."

After getting closer to Wuzhi, I realized that the two guys were studying how to renovate the yard. Limei stood up and looked behind her.

"Is there any guest here? It's really rare."

No emotion could be heard from his light tone, but he cared a little more about the young man with white hair and blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and was a little surprised: "This kind of curse spirits with barrier-free communication is quite rare. Probably no one would have thought that a few super-class ones would squat here to study flowers and plants, right?"

"It's a miracle."

The stronger the curse, the easier it is for humans to see it. Of course, Zhongyuan Zhong can fully see the existence of Limei and Huayu, which is not surprising.

He looked at the white flower in Hana Miu's hand, and then at the appearance of the entire shrine, it was indeed very similar to what Wuori said... very simple.

Yuwuzhi ignored him, took the white flower in Hanayu's hand, and said softly: "That's it, it doesn't need much."

Then he went straight to the inner room, and after a rustle, the black-haired man reclining on the grass-colored couch put down the book in his hand and raised his eyelids to read.

Xia Youjie frowned, stood up and smiled at her, "Welcome back."

"Wow, Jie, it seems that you are doing well now." Gojo Wu, who came out from behind Yu Wuzhi, snorted softly, and walked up to Xia Youjie with his hips in two or three steps.

"... Enlightenment?"

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, then looked at another young man with orange hair, took off his shoes and hat very politely, and then walked in.

It's really strange that Yuriri would bring other people to the shrine.

After a brief introduction, she ignored these guys and took Nakahara Chuya to visit other places, but what's so interesting about her shrine, even those curses rarely went out.

"So you're getting along well with those curses now?" Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, sat cross-legged in front of the low table, and surveyed his surroundings.

Xia Youjie glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "After all, I am no longer a human being, and I have to make some changes."

"To Satoru, am I also a different kind?"

"..."

Gojo Gojo paused for a while, then laughed out loud.

"Ha, what is it?"

"Isn't this a topic we discussed in high school?"

Xia Youjie leaned on the table with his elbows, lifted his chin and tilted his head towards him, his lazy tone was like a fox not waking up, circling around the ear of the white-haired young man: "There is such a thing as a stand... That is division, isn't that what you said."

"……really."

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses while responding, and rubbed his eyes. He understood that Xia Youjie implied a lot of vigilance and unexpected thoughts about his arrival.

After all, he used to be crazy enough to want to eliminate this unbalanced existence.

In the final analysis, this is a kind of arrogance of the strong.

Xia Youjie is Wujo Wu's only close friend, but he can no longer easily understand his heart. Even if the alarm is sounded, no one can stop him.

"Jay, you said I could do anything."

The voice of the white-haired young man suddenly became hoarse. At that time, when he denied Xia Youjie's defection goal, he was also denied. He can easily do things that others can't do at all.

Even so, the back of the other party's departure still told him that there were some things he still couldn't undo.

Xia Youjie was silent for a while, and then slowly picked up the book: "Yes, but you seem to be dying now."

"Don't say that, at least I can still beat you now." Gojo Satoru knocked on the table twice, putting on a dissatisfied expression.

Perhaps Wujo Wu has realized the responsibility of being Six Eyes a long time ago, so he will not let the magic world decay and sink, nor will he abandon human beings to fend for themselves.

It was even more impossible to abandon everything and follow Wuzhi like Xia Youjie.

He has been chosen from birth.

Those blue pupils are like the bottom of the sea where no light can enter, and the cold light buried deep in the pupils can be faintly seen in the shimmering light.

He is the closest to God and the farthest from her.

Xia Youjie sighed softly, unable to read a word, he looked at the swaying white wind chimes under the eaves, and persuaded softly: "Otherwise you give up, give me a chance, I will relax if there is one less competitor a lot of."

"?"

Wujo Wu suddenly came back to his senses, staring at Xia Youjie's raised eyebrows, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This guy had this kind of idea from the beginning!

Gojo Satoru, who was almost shaken, gritted his teeth when he met those light purple eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Xia Youjie, are you insidious?"