After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Li Mei looked at him, but didn't respond.

"Limei, what do you think—is it better to have a broken arm, a broken foot, or become a vegetable?"

Gojo Sora took off his sick clothes slowly, picked up the black kimono folded on the bed and put it on, then put on the windbreaker of the same color, pulled the collar up to make sure that no skin was exposed, looked up at Rimei, and suggested with a smile: "Otherwise, I'll send him to the prison to spend the rest of his life."

His voice was gentle and sounded extremely comfortable, but he spit out words that made people shudder.

"The rest of my life—"

It seems long, but it is extremely short.

Gojo Sora smiled happily.

Limei didn't need to respond, because Wujo Kong had already made a decision, and he only needed to implement it.

After sitting in the wheelchair, Wujo Kong sorted his clothes and gloves, and when he picked up the mobile phone on the table, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "When is the fifteenth of this month?"

"Five days later."

In five days—?

Wujo Kong slightly lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Limei pushed the wheelchair out of the ward, took the elevator to the hospital lobby, and after completing the discharge procedures, pushed the white-haired boy towards the gate.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, several men in black who were waiting by the side immediately stepped forward with umbrellas, covering the boy in the wheelchair so densely that even a ray of sunlight could not reach him.

Seeing this scene, passers-by cast curious glances one after another.

"People with a full moon are reunited, on that day, let's send him into the bureau."

The soft voice like the wind dissipated.

Only Limei, who was standing behind and pushing the wheelchair, heard this clearly, and he responded blankly.

After a pause, Limei added: "Kong, you are really merciful."

Let the other party's family reunite first, and then send the housekeeper to the bureau.After all, this separation is probably the last reunion.

Wutiao Butler——As the steward of the Wutiao family and the right arm of the head of the family, his hands must have been stained with blood. As long as he has done anything, he can't escape a single thing.

Li Mei only needs to quietly deliver the prepared evidence to the police chief five days later.

However, Li Mei was a little puzzled.

"Kong, are you going to fight for the inheritance of the Wutiao family?"

Otherwise, why did he attack the housekeeper?

When Leng Buding heard this, Wutiao Kong was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Limei, his slightly widened light blue eyes reflected Limei's appearance, he couldn't help laughing as if he had heard an international joke.

It wasn't until the heart throbbed slightly that the laughter gradually disappeared, and Wutiao Kong sneered coldly: "Limei, do you think I look like a trash picker?"

After the words fell, Gojo Sora laughed happily again.

Of course he is not.

Because—he was the one who ruined the mess.

Gojo house

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the corridor into the study, dyeing the room fiery red.

Patriarch Wutiao held the invitation card in his hand, lowered his eyes, and carefully read the content on the invitation card.

The housekeeper kneeling below held his breath, not daring to disturb the head of the family, until he heard a chuckle from the head.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the laughter.

The housekeeper knew that the Patriarch Wutiao was not happy.

"Let him come." Patriarch Wu Tiao casually threw the invitation into the trash can, his dark eyes became more and more fierce, and his eyes fell on the butler, without any emotion, he said, "I want to see what he wants to do."

Mother's picture?

It's just an excuse.

Patriarch Wutiao looked deeply.

This bastard was a bit beyond his expectations.

The butler heard the words and responded: "Yes."

After a pause, the butler continued to tell the story of what happened today. The intermediary said: "Master Kong is weak. I heard that he just had a heart transplant two months ago. He is still in a state of recuperation. He cannot see the light and has a medical condition. various diseases."

"Gentle-natured and graceful--"

"mild?"

Before the housekeeper finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

"That's not gentle, it's cowardice." Patriarch Wutiao corrected the housekeeper with a sarcasm as if hearing a joke.

"Without enough strength, he can only hide under the protection of the Wutiao family. Once he loses the Wutiao family, he is nothing."

The butler took the opportunity to take the words: "Yes, Master Kong is no better than Master Wu, his temperament is more cowardly—"

"Junichiro, you have said the wrong thing." Patriarch Gotjo straightened up, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of displeasure flashing across his face, and said majesticly: "Wu, that child is a rare genius in the magic world, and that useless child is just trash."

Trash, how dare you compare with a genius.

For the youngest son whom he has never met, Patriarch Wutiao has no affection for him at all. The only one who can talk about family affection with him is Gojo Satoru, a child destined to stand at the top of the world of magic from birth.

Compared with the Chanyuan family, Patriarch Wutiao thinks that he has done his duty as a 'father'.

To blame, he can only blame himself for not having spell power.

If you can't become a conjurer and can't bring benefits to the Gojo family, you can only be abandoned.In this world where the jungle preys on the jungle, only strength is everything.

Patriarch Wutiao propped his hands on the table, pushed away the chair, got up and walked over the butler to the door, looking at the pond in the courtyard, the afterglow shone on his side face, and his expression became blurred in an instant, only to hear him say: "Don't reveal his The presence."

"and also--"

Patriarch Wutiao turned to look at the butler: "Let Wu come back and see me."

The butler responded: "Yes, Patriarch."

three days later

At twelve o'clock at noon, in front of the gate of Wujo House

The white-haired boy in cassocks was pushing a wheelchair, and beside him was Fu Heisher holding an umbrella, shielding the boy in the wheelchair from the scorching sun.

The butler stood by the iron gate, glanced at Limei and Fuheshier, and finally fell on Wutiao Kong, took a step forward, and bowed slightly to salute him: "Good day, Master Kong."

"The owner is in the study, please follow me."

As for why Wujo Kong was allowed to stop in front of the gate of the house and walk in, the housekeeper didn't say a word.

"Okay." Wu Tiaokong raised his pale but delicate face, glanced at the butler, as if he could see through the other person's mind at a glance, without showing any abnormality on his face, he nodded with a smile: "Thank you."

It's just that he doesn't want people to know his existence.

The butler withdrew his gaze, turned around and led the way.

They followed the butler and walked into the rugged path, surrounded by dense forests, and a few rays of sunlight refracted in and reflected on the ground in mottled patterns.

This doesn't look like the usual path.

Limei pushed the wheelchair and followed closely behind the housekeeper.

Wujo Kong looked around silently, tapped his index finger on his chin, and suggested with great interest: "Wait a minute, burn this jungle."

No one responded, because once Gojo Sora made a decision, he would not change his mind easily.

After 15 minutes, they came to the study.

The tires of the wheelchair were covered with mud and dead leaves, exuding a faint smell of mud. When the wheelchair was pushed into the study room, the floor made of Guyi hematum was instantly stained with mud and became dirty.

Patriarch Wutiao's expression darkened instantly.

The boy in the wheelchair didn't seem to notice it. He looked up at the middle-aged man who was sitting at the top, and his eyes fell on his facial features that were very similar to his own.

No, it should be said - his hair color, eye color and facial features all followed this man.

His father, the head of the Gojo family.

"Good day, Patriarch."

Patriarch Wutiao didn't respond, but looked him up and down with sharp eyes, and asked in a low and majestic voice, "Why did you come back?"

Gojo Sora still kept his usual smile when asked by Patriarch Gojo, and replied gently: "I want to get something back."

Hearing this, Patriarch Wutiao frowned, stared at Wujo Kong sharply, pushed the wooden box on the table forward slightly, and said with a cold expression, "Take it."

Li Mei immediately stepped forward to pick up the wooden box and handed it to Wutiaokong.

Gojo Sora took the wooden box, opened it, and took out a well-preserved photo from inside, his eyes fell on the photo.

The photo shows a family of three, father, mother and five-year-old son.

Unfortunately, that son is Gojo Satoru.

In this photo, he does not exist.

His eyes finally fell on the photo of the softly smiling woman who had kissed him on the forehead after giving birth to him.

A warm, yet loving kiss.

It's a pity that she no longer exists in this decadent family.

Wujo Sora lowered his eyes, and gently stroked his mother in the photo with his thumb.

"Gotiao Kong, take your photo and go back to Italy immediately." Wutiao Patriarch ordered him sharply, warning: "Don't try to challenge my patience."

As if Wujo Kong hadn't heard this sentence, he looked at his mother deeply again, raised his eyes to meet the terrifying eyes of the Patriarch Wujo, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Before I go back to Italy, I have something very important to do. to do-"

Under the gaze of Patriarch Wutiao, he slowly opened his lips and uttered a word:

【burn】

The photo held between his fingers suddenly burned, the flames danced, and the photo was burned up in a few seconds.

Ashes fell from his fingers to the ground.

"How about this performance?" Wujo Kong calmly took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his fingers carefully, and admired the pale-faced Patriarch Wujo.

He is provoking openly.

Only a soft persimmon can swallow this breath.

It's a pity that he is a persimmon with sharp teeth.

Seeing this scene, the butler's pupils suddenly constricted.

Both he and Patriarch Wutiao knew very well that this was not mana power, and they didn't even sense any fluctuations in mana power.

"The master of the family must have heard of the sky and the curse."

After wiping his fingers clean, Wujo Kong threw the tissue on the ground casually, and explained in a gentle tone: "Heaven and curses are not so much a gift from heaven as a curse from heaven."

"Heaven is different from curses and ordinary restraints. It is forced to impose on the body after birth, and robs the person's right to choose."

"It's like me——with the power of the spell and my body, I bought a powerful spell."

The correct way to say it should be—spiritual speech, a mysterious technique that is far more powerful than incantations.

However, Wujo Kong was not going to tell them.

Having said that, he paused for a moment, with a hint of a smile in his light blue eyes, and slowly said the second half of the sentence: "Take back what belongs to me."

Then, destroy it.