After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Li Mei was noncommittal about this, and said blankly: "This kind of thing is not difficult for you."

[The lines are too short to cause 'too much' effect. 】

It's not that it can't be modified at all, but the power of language will be reduced.

However, Limei didn't think that this kind of thing would be difficult for this young man who crawled back from hell. He was not afraid of death, and changing his lines was just a trivial matter.

In the end, it was just because of this guy's bad taste.

He just likes to watch the pair of DKs argue because of him. Language may not have much effect on Wujo Wu, but that Xia Youjie may not be.

Wutiaokong chuckled happily. After a while, he closed his eyes slightly and said to Limei, "Limei, I'm sleepy."

Lime: "Need me to stay?"

"No, you go back first—" Wu Tiaokong's lips curled up slightly, he thought that there might be a good show coming out tonight, if Limei stayed here, he probably wouldn't be able to see this show .

Li Mei took a deep look at him, turned around and walked out of the ward. After closing the door, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called Wutiaokong's personal doctor.

As he said before, the person who knows Wujo Sora best is his medical team.

Others may not be able to see Wujo Kong's state, but Limei has followed him for nearly ten years and knows his every move very well.

Gojo Sora wants him to leave here.

Walking out of the hospital gate, Li Mei stood by the gate, looked up at the night, and slightly raised the corners of her tightly pursed lips.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Gojo Sora opened his eyes quickly, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then climbed up with difficulty, stretched his hand towards the table, pulled out a few tissues, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

Qi and blood surged.

After coughing up the blood remaining in his chest, Wutiaokong felt much better. He crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can next to the hospital bed. Then he picked up his phone and started checking the almost full messages.

Skip unnecessary messages and only reply to specific people.

His hospitalization was no secret.

However, those people only knew that he was weak, so he often went to and from the hospital. No one thought he would be injured. After all, Wu Tiaokong had a powerful curse master beside him.

No one could penetrate the curser's defenses and bring harm to Gojo Sora.

At present, no one can bring him any harm, only——himself.

Gojo Sora lay on his back on the hospital bed again and covered himself with a quilt, the words Gojo Goku had just said resurfaced in his brain again, and a glint of coldness flashed in his light blue eyes.

AM, 03:30 AM

In the hospital, the silence was so dead that one could almost hear the sound of needles falling to the ground.

The door of the VIP intensive care unit opened silently, and then a black shadow walked in.

When the black shadow came to the hospital bed, he first looked down at the sleeping Wujo Kong, then took out something from his pocket and placed it gently on the table.

There was no sound at all.

After doing all this, Soi Ying turned and left without a sound.

The moment the door opened, a few strands of light shone in, and the few strands of white hair fluttering in the wind could be vaguely seen.

The door closed softly.

The room returned to silence.

Five minutes later, the boy on the hospital bed opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear, and he turned his head slightly to look at the dagger on the table—it was the one he lost at the shrine today.

Gojo Sora was not surprised at all.

Because this is the scene he wanted to watch, but unfortunately this scene seemed a bit too boring.

I thought Gojo Satoru would wake him up, and then warned him in a superior manner, telling Wujo Sora's younger brother to get out of the Conjuration College, and stop causing him trouble and embarrassment.

However, none of this happened.

This seemed very boring.

Seeing the dagger, Wu Tiaokong didn't feel sleepy, so he simply called Limei: "Limei, come and help me dispose of the garbage."

Lying on the bed, Limei was awakened by a special bell: "...?"

Limei got up resignedly, changed her clothes, and took Fu Heisher, the new bodyguard who had just been in office for a day, to go out.

"Is your young master a lunatic? In the middle of the night, let someone go over and throw garbage for him?"

In the car, Fu Heshier, who was in the front passenger seat, suddenly turned his head to look at Limei, raised his brows, and asked a question sarcastically.

Li Mei said coldly: "If you are disrespectful to the young master, one hundred thousand salary will be deducted."

Fuhesher: "..."

He clicked his tongue lowly, turned his head and looked at the road ahead again, but he was thinking about the character of the new master in his heart.

Today is the second day, thanks to the heaven and the cursed physique, he recovered from his injuries in sevens and eighties, which is why he was found by Limei. After all, Wutiaokong does not raise useless waste.

Even if his limbs are broken, as long as he can still move, he has to stand up and continue running.

This young master Wutiao is a bit interesting.

Four o'clock in the morning

After arriving at the hospital, the group went straight to the ward where Gojo Sora was.

In front of the ward, Limei turned to the other subordinates and said, "Fu Hei comes with me, and the others stay outside."

The people in black responded in unison.

Fuheshier followed behind Limei.

Pushing open the door and entering, he was half leaning on the head of the bed, holding a thick book in his hand, the title of which was - "How Steel Was Tempered." "

Fu Heisher glanced at him, and looked away bored.

"Empty." Limei walked closer, looked at the young man who didn't sleep in the middle of the night but was reading English books, and asked, "Where is the garbage?"

"Here—" Wujo Kong didn't even lift his eyes, stretched out his finger to the dagger on the table, and said softly, "Do whatever you want."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and a few mischievous strands of hair scattered to cover those light blue eyes.

Li Mei looked sideways, and when she saw the special magic tool, she frowned slightly, and subconsciously asked, "Are you sure?"

He remembered that this was a special-grade magic tool that Wukong had obtained after a lot of scheming, and the other party also liked this dagger very much, just like the mint candy brand he once loved most.

The fate of this dagger is very similar to that of mints.

"It was sent by Gojo Satoru." Li Mei said firmly.

Fu Heisher leaned against the wall, and when he heard these words, he raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wutiao Kong's body, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of interest flashed across his face.

Wu Tiaokong was noncommittal, but said: "You can dispose of it as you like, use it yourself, take it away, or give it to others."

No matter how much he likes something, once touched by that person, he will feel disgusted.

His eyes fell on the rows of small letters, his index finger rubbed the edge of the page, and when he noticed Fuhesher's sizing eyes, Wujo Kong raised his head and looked at him with a gentle expression on his face: "Well...give it to him .”

"Just treat it as a meeting ceremony."

Limei nodded, picked up the special magic tool on the table, and threw it to Fuheshier not far away.He is not very interested in these magic tools, let alone he has no shortage of them.

Fu Heisher took the dagger, glanced up and down first, and then pulled out the dagger casually.

The cold light is fleeting.

The blade shone cold and dazzling under the light.

This knife is a rare treasure, but this white-haired boy gave away his beloved thing because Gojo Satoru had touched it——

This young man is quite generous.

Fu Heisher curled his lips into a smile.

"You can go."

After solving a thing that affected his rest, Wujo Kong let Fuheshier leave, leaving Limei alone.

Li Mei looked at the young man on the hospital bed. He originally planned to wait until tomorrow to talk about something, but now that he has arrived at the hospital, there is no need to wait until tomorrow.

"Kong, the Gojo family knows you're back."

Wujo Kong has never concealed his whereabouts, and since those high-level people in the magic world know of his existence, the Wujo family has almost received wind.

This speed is about the same as expected.

"Oh, what's your reaction?"

Hearing this, Gojo Sora didn't respond, and continued to flip through the books in his hand calmly.

It's just that the content in the book seems to be boring now.

Wutiaokong simply closed the book, put it on the table, took a sip of water from the cup, put down the cup, looked up at Limei, his eyes were gentle, and asked: "Is he happy? If he is in a good mood, then pass me a invitation."

"I'm going back to Gojo's house to get something back."

As soon as the words fell, a hint of gloom flashed in those light blue eyes.