After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

The sharp blade pierced through the flesh and easily pierced into the transplanted heart. Blood sprayed out, instantly staining Xia Youjie's clothes, face and hands red.

The bright red liquid and fair skin form a stark contrast and have a great visual impact.

A strong bloody smell hit the nostrils.

Wujo Kong frowned and snorted, a smear of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, flowed down his chin and dripped onto his clothes.He didn't resist, and didn't even show any surprise on his face. His light blue eyes looked at him calmly and gently, reflecting Xia Youjie's slightly distorted face.

Does it hurt?

Naturally, it was excruciatingly painful, but the more it hurt, the clearer Wutiao Sora's mind became. He knew that the countdown to the last 5 minutes of his life had begun.

In these 5 minutes, he can do a lot of things.

However, Wujo Kong chose to listen quietly to Xia Youjie's voice.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, his gaze moved down from the young man's pale face, and landed on the hand holding the handle of the knife. With silent force, he stabbed the dagger in slowly and firmly, completely piercing through the beating heart of blood. .

"Sorry, Kong." The corners of Xia Youjie's lips curled up, and after doing all this, he suddenly relaxed, and explained softly, "I just—I don't want you to continue to suffer."

"Without the magic power, I can only survive as an ordinary human being. With the aura of enlightenment, no one will notice you at all, just like you were abandoned by the Gojo family. In fact, you live a very painful life, right? ——?”

He chuckled, and without waiting for Gojo Sora's response, he quickly pulled out his dagger: "You won't feel any more pain in the future."

"Get a good night's sleep."

Wutiaokong let out a muffled snort, more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his face was completely drained of blood, and he slowly lay on his back on the hospital bed with Xia Youjie's support.

Blood instantly stained the bed red.

"Sorry, but you will forgive me."

After Xia Youjie took a deep look at Wu Tiaokong, he suppressed the complicated emotions in his eyes, turned and walked towards the door.

When he put his hand on the doorknob, Xia Youjie suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Goodbye."

He didn't care what he didn't forgive.

Wujo Kong is Wujo Wu's biological brother.

Why did you choose to attack him?

Xia Youjie was at a loss for a moment, but this emotion quickly dissipated.He didn't want to be treated differently, and when he made up his mind to create a world of conjurers, all the family and friendship became worthless.

Just like, he chose to accompany his best friend, high school and magic world.

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie tightened his grip on the doorknob.

"Cough cough..." After coughing up a mouthful of blood, Wu Tiaokong raised his eyes to the black-haired boy with his back to him, contempt and coldness appeared in his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said softly, "Student Xia You, don't feel burden--"

"I will forgive you."

"After all..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood again, panting, and calmly said: "We are actually very similar."

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, opened the door and walked out.

Gojo Sora raised his hand, gently wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and smiled happily: "It's just—"

The door was slowly closed, but Xia Youjie didn't hear Wu Tiaokong's last words.

"You are so stupid."

No wonder, Xia Youjie couldn't catch up with Wujo Wu in his whole life.

After stepping out of the hospital, the warm sun shone down head-on, and the coldness on his body seemed to dissipate a bit. Xia Youjie leaned his back against the wall, bent over slightly, and panted heavily with his hands on his knees.

Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, tick-tock-falling to the ground.

Is killing people really as simple as imagined?

no.

When the warm and pungent blood sprayed on his body, Xia Youjie's heart trembled and he felt sick because of it, but the reality forced him to have no way out.

From the moment he decided to kill the first person, Xia Youjie knew very clearly that he could never go back, and he never thought about going back to the previous path.

If the end point of the magician is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, then he can change everything.

He has to work hard to get used to all this, just like how he kept forcing himself to devour the curse spirit in order to become stronger.

Once you get used to it, everything becomes numb.

There is no way out, only to go all the way to the end.

A few minutes later, Xia Youjie took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, turned around and walked out of the hospital, walking casually on the street.

This may be the last time he walked out so openly.

Because, he is already the most hated curse master in the magic world.

Xia Youjie had no place he wanted to go, and wandered aimlessly on the street until he met the girl who should have been declared dead on the street—Riko Amane.

"Xia Youjie?!"

The moment she saw Xia Youjie, Riko Tennei was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately walked towards him quickly, with a bright smile on her face: "It's great to meet you here!"

Xia Youjie opened his slender eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. The scene of Riko Tennai lying on the ground dripping with blood a year ago flashed into his mind.

Why did the dead girl appear before her eyes?

"By the way, why didn't you see that guy Gojo Satoru?" Riko Tenuchi had just returned to Tokyo from Karaza Town, so she wanted to meet the two DKs immediately and thank them in person, but she didn't expect that she had just walked out of the station and was about to go to the hotel. On the way, he met Xia Youjie who happened to be strolling.

However, Xia Youjie seemed to be a little bit wrong.

Tennouchi Riko looked at him with a frown while carrying the suitcase.

"You—are you still alive?" After realizing that Tian Nei Lizi was indeed alive, Xia Youjie couldn't even keep smiling, and asked, "What's going on?"

Why is Riko Tennouchi still alive?

why--?

For some reason, Wu Tiaokong's gentle and smiling face appeared in Xia Youjie's mind.

Does this have something to do with him?

"Ah—it's a long story, why don't we talk about it when we see Gojo Satoru." Riko Tenuchi said.

Xia Youjie helped his forehead helplessly: "No, I don't want to be killed."

But, he said it too late.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Youjie seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look behind him, and saw Gojo Wu standing not far behind at some point.

Why did Gojo Satoru appear here?

"——It was Niatz who notified me. She said you were here."

Hearing this, Xia Youjie remembered that before he went to see Wu Tiao Kong, he had indeed met Jia Ruzi.

Gojo Satoru's muscles were tense and his eyes were sharp. Just when he was about to ask Xia Youjie why he wanted to rebel, he caught a glimpse of Riko Tenuchi standing aside from the corner of his eye.

The pupils trembled suddenly.

"You...why are you still alive?"

Same problem as Xia Youjie.

After seeing the two DKs, Riko Tenuchi grabbed the hem of her skirt nervously and explained: "That day... someone rescued me, he took me to Karakura Town, let me live a good life there, don't pay attention to Hoshi The pulp thing."

After a pause, she continued: "Because the real astral body is someone else, I'm just a bait..."

Not to mention the two of them, even Riko Tenuchi cried and suffered a lot after she learned the truth, but she was extremely grateful.

At least, she survived.

Hearing this, Gojo Wu's expression changed suddenly, and he said, "Who saved you?"

Who played them around? !

Gojo Satoru still remembered the scene when he hugged Riko Tenuchi's corpse, he would never feel wrong, that was indeed a corpse, unless——

Someone creates illusions and perceptions.

"I don't know." Riko Tennouchi shook her head blankly, "The other party has never shown up, and only contacted me through text messages..."

Even asking her to come back to Tokyo this time was an instruction from the other party.

Riko Tennai knew that her life was saved by the other party, and he could take her life at any time as long as he wanted.

She cannot defy the other party.

That's why, one year later, he reappeared in Tokyo, and Knowledge wanted to thank the two DKs.

Riko Tennouchi couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, so she could only follow orders.

Gojo Satoru fell silent.

"Anyway, at least you'll be alive for a few days."

"This is a good thing..." Xia Youjie chuckled, looked at his former best friend casually, put his hands in his trouser pockets, changed the subject, and said, "Wu, is there anything else you want to say to me?"

After today, they are enemies from now on.

Hearing this, Gojo Gojo came back to his senses, his sharp eyes fell on him, and he clenched his fists: "Why——?!"

"Jay, explain clearly!"

Why do you want to do this? !

Xia Youjie sighed, "Don't you know everything..."

"Kill all non-magicians and create a world with only magicians."

Since Gojo Wu wanted to hear it, Xia Youjie didn't mind repeating it again: "We did nothing wrong, we just chose a different path——"

The moment he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang suddenly.

Gojo Wu raised his eyes and glanced at Xia Youjie, pursed his thin lips tightly, and after a few seconds, he connected to this strange phone number.

Then, Limei's cold voice full of murderous intent came.

"Xia Youjie killed Kong."

Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly constricted.

Hospital

As soon as Xia Youjie left, the nurse pushed the door open and entered, preparing to check Wu Tiaokong as usual.

However, when she saw the blood-drenched boy lying on his back on the hospital bed, the nurse's pupils shrank suddenly, and the document in her hand fell to the ground with a thud. .

"Quick!! Call the doctor!! Prepare the emergency room!!"

"Master Kong has an accident!!!"

The nurse knew very clearly that after the teenager's accident, all the medical staff in this hospital, including her, would not be able to escape.

After receiving the notification, Limei arrived in only two to three minutes. Before he could step into the ward, doctors and nurses rushed the dying Wujo Kong into the emergency room.

He only had time to see a smear of blood.

Immediately, he turned around and quickly caught up with Wutiaokong.

After changing into the surgical clothes and following into the emergency room, Li Mei asked, "Kong, what's going on?!"

He just left for a while, how come Wutiaokong was seriously injured?

This time, the doctor still injected Wujo Kong with half-body anesthesia.

After losing too much blood, Gojo Sora's consciousness gradually became blurred. Looking at the lights in the operating room, his eyes instantly lost focus and became distracted, but he could still hear Limei's voice.

"Ahem..." He coughed up a big mouthful of blood, so scared that the nurse hurriedly took cotton to wipe him. After a long while, he said with difficulty: "...it's Xia You."

"I didn't stop him."

He didn't kill Xia Youjie either.

He was wondering what step Xia Youjie could do.

In order to reform the entire magic world, Xia Youjie has indeed made up his mind.

Hearing this, Li Mei clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, and said expressionlessly, "You've lost your life this time!"

He just left for a while, and when he came back, Wu Tiaokong's life was coming to an end.

Thinking of this, Li Mei wanted to kill Xia Youjie immediately.

However, he can't.

He couldn't do anything to Xia Youjie until he got Wutiao Kong's instructions.

Wutiaokong forced a smile: "Well... yes, I just had an idea."

It is a sudden, crazy idea to try, and the result has not even been imagined.

Recklessly, he resembled him when he was a child.

Rime pursed her lips tightly.

"...inform him." After uttering these words, the expression in those light blue eyes gradually dissipated, and Wujo Sora closed his eyes slightly, but before he completely lost consciousness, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if to Want to catch something.

Li Mei reflexively shook his cold hand back, and immediately after that, Wutiao Kong's lips curled into a smile.

He took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his forehead.

I thought Gojoku was crazy enough, but Limei still underestimated the other party too much.

Crazy is never limitless.

Limei's eyes were dim, standing in front of the operating table, staring closely at the doctor to give Wutiao Kong first aid.

That heart, which was already fragile, had already lost the chance to be saved when it was stabbed with the knife.However, Gojo Sora supported him with his strong willpower until Rime's arrival.

After 1 minute, a straight line came out from the ECG monitor.

"Sorry, let's arrange the funeral."

The doctor took a few steps back with a tired face, turned his head to look at Limei who was standing aside, and said these words in a heavy and sad tone.

The heart stopped beating and the blood loss was too much. Even if the gods came, they could not be saved.

"Don't move yet—" Limei gave the doctor a look, let go of Wukong's hands, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, and among the many contacts in the address book, he found the person who was far away in Kongza Town profiteers.

At the same time, this is also the 'he' in Wutiao's empty mouth.

After the call was connected, Limei said expressionlessly, "Mr. Urahara, the young master is dead."

When he heard these cold words, Urahara Kisuke was stunned for a few seconds, and after realizing the consciousness of these words, the corner of his mouth twitched: "...you've lost your life so quickly?"

He originally thought that the young master had several years to live.

"Send me the address, I'll go there now."

It was too late to take transportation, Urahara Kisuke was about to rush over with Shunpo.

After a person dies, the soul will linger next to the body for a period of time, and he just happened to be able to bring the soul back in the past.

"Well, he changed his mind temporarily." Limei said coldly.

Otherwise, as Wu Tiaokong said before, his body can last for a few years at least, as long as he avoids Xia Youjie's assassination.

Unfortunately, ordinary people can never predict the madman's next move.

Even Lime, who knew Wujo Sora best, couldn't guess the other party's plan.

"Come here as soon as possible, I have to deal with the funeral."

Once the news of Wujo Kong's death spread, it would probably cause a storm, so Li Mei had to deal with his subordinates as soon as possible.

This death is not a real death, the five emptinesses just turn from bright to dark.

However, the funeral had to be arranged, and it had to be so perfect that some people couldn't see anything unusual.

Gojo Sora likes watching Gojo Satoru's emotional changes the most, so a 360-degree camera with no dead angle should be arranged at the funeral, and after recording it, give it to him to appreciate it.

Rime: Fuck you.

"Don't touch the sky for now."

After putting away the phone, Limei turned to the doctor and nurse to order.

There are all Wutiaokong people here, and Limei is not afraid of any information leaking out, after all—no one can violate the shackles of the spirit spell.

A look of doubt flashed across the doctor's face, but he was very self-aware and would not take the initiative to cross that line.

He nodded in agreement, and together with the nurse, he stitched up the wound on the body, and finally washed away the blood with water.

About half an hour later, Limei strode out of the emergency room.

Not long after, he walked in with a blond man in dark green clothes, a fisherman hat, clogs on his feet, and a cane in his hand.

Urahara Kisuke came here full of dust and sweat, and when he first stepped into the emergency room, the cold wind blew in his face, so cold that he couldn't help sneezing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Kisuke Urahara apologized casually, rubbing his arms: "The air conditioner here is really cold."

Lime shot him a sideways look.

"Hey, hey, I'll start working right now." Urahara Kisuke blinked, and immediately strode forward.

The white-haired boy was lying on the cold operating bed, his eyes were closed, his face was bloodless, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if enjoying the process of dying.

At this moment, only he, Limei and Wujo Kong were left in the emergency room.

The human body cannot see the soul body with the naked eye, even the magician is no exception. The latter can only see the existence related to the curse power, and beyond all this, it is no different from ordinary people.

There is no soul body in the room, and Urahara Kisuke's eyes fell on Gojo Sora.

45 minutes from the time of death, the soul will not run too far, it only means that the soul is still in the body.

Urahara Kisuke stepped forward, stretched out his hand to Gojo Sora's chest, a soft white light instantly enveloped the young man, and then, a soul was ripped out of his body by him.

The soul was still in a state of deep sleep, crumbling, and about to fall to the ground, Kisuke Urahara caught him quickly, carried the boy on his shoulder with his backhand, turned his head to look at Limei, and said, "Okay, I'll take him first." Walk--"

Although there are few Daiku in Tokyo, it is not necessarily safer than Karakura Town.

Limei couldn't see the existence of the soul body, watched Urahara's posture like a heavy bar, and nodded lightly: "In three days, I will see Gojo Sora."

If Gojo Sora didn't show up, he wouldn't mind destroying the entire Urahara store.

After all, if you cheated the curse master, you need to pay for it.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine with me here." Kisuke Urahara pressed his hat with his big hand, and the shadow cast by him covered his dark green eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly. He said in a deep voice, "But , and ask Mr. Limei to come over as soon as possible, after all—”

"I won't take care of the young master."

The young master is only suitable for a refined life, but he is a sloppy middle-aged uncle.

Kisuke Urahara took Gojo Sora's soul away, and in the emergency room, only Rimei was left to face Gojo Sora's body alone.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to rest on the heart of the corpse.

The bond between them is still there.

Wutiaokong did not deceive him.

Li Mei withdrew her hand, picked up the white cloth and gently covered the corpse, turned around and walked out of the emergency room.

Next, he will first notify Gojo Satoru, Gojo Patriarch, and then the whole of Tokyo.

Expose Wutiao Kong's identity, after all, he is dead at this time, no matter how angry Wutiao Patriarch is, he can't do anything to him.

Not only that, the past that has long been obliterated should also be revealed, so that everyone in the magic world can see with their own eyes how the Wutiao family fell into the altar.

One piece at a time, take your time.

As Gojo Sora once said - the joy of revenge, you have to take your time to experience the pleasure.

After hearing this sentence, Gojo Goku's mind went blank for an instant, and he looked at his smiling friend in front of him with disbelief on his face.

"Jie, you... shot Wu Tiao Kong...?"

Gojo Satoru spat out these words with difficulty.

Xia Youjie raised his eyes, met Gojo Wu's stern blue eyes, and said calmly, "You know." He didn't deny it, but with a strange lightness, "Well, I got rid of one for you. waste."

"!!!"

Wujo Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, his nails pierced the flesh, leaving red marks, but he didn't seem to feel it.

When a person is furious, all behavior becomes unconscious.

When the fist hit Xia Youjie's face hard, the bang sounded in his ears, Wujo Wu suddenly recovered from his words.Those blue eyes were bloodshot, grabbed Xia Youjie's collar, and said through gritted teeth: "You...do you know what you are doing??!!"

"Jay, you're crazy!!"

Riko Tenuchi turned pale with fright, staring at this scene in a daze.

Xia Youjie suppressed his smile, wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and faced Gojo Wu's eyes full of anger without fear: "Wu, didn't you always like him?"

"Then who are you expressing your anger and sadness for?"

Hearing this sentence, Gojo Satoru's hands trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"I remember you said——when you were seven years old, you went to Italy to meet Wutiao Kong." Xia Youjie seemed not to notice his emotional fluctuations, and said, "Since you know that you have a biological brother, Wu, you Did you do anything at that time?"

Gojo Satoru, he didn't do anything.

He didn't even tell anyone that Wujo Satoru had twin brothers.

why?

"How arrogant, Wu—" Xia Youjie waved Wujou's big hand, stepped back a few steps, straightened his collar slowly, with sarcasm in his eyes: "You are protecting him in your self-righteous way, but you , but plundered everything that should belong to him—"

"When you were enjoying these things, did you ever think about Gojo Sora?"

"You haven't thought about it, have you?"

"You and I can both see that he lives in pain, has no magic power, and is a shameless waste of the family—" After a pause, Xia Youjie seemed to be convincing him, as well as himself: "I just It just took care of the pain for him."

Such a high-sounding statement, even Xia Youjie believed it for an instant.

The atmosphere was silent.

After a while, Xia Youjie turned around and left: "In a sense, Wu Tiaokong and I are quite similar..."

As a close friend, Xia Youjie understands better than anyone else, and can hit Gojo Wu's heart.

"If you want to kill, kill it, what I do is meaningful—"

Moreover, he will keep going, even if he will eventually face Wujo Satoru and die in his hands, he will not hesitate.

Watching Xia Youjie disappear from sight, Gojo Wu suddenly put down his raised hand, but in the end he didn't attack him, obviously only one technique was needed...

Then he can kill Xia Youjie directly.

Wujo Wu clenched his fists tightly and stared at the front for a long time before he slowly lowered his head and disappeared into the crowd lonely with his back.

In one day, he lost his best friend and brother.

It was like eating Coptis chinensis in the mouth, and the bitter taste was permeating, gradually spreading all over the body.

Gojo Sora's identity accompanied his death, like a tornado that instantly swept across the magic world. Almost within a day, the magic world knew the fact that the Gojo family had tried their best to hide—the Gojo family once gave birth to twins.

The strongest Gojo Satoru has a biological brother.

It's a pity that this younger brother has been cruelly robbed of his qualifications to become a magician since he was born.

Children without magic power will never have a bright future in a magic family, and they can't even choose their own future.

Like Fu Hei of the Zen Academy back then, he finally chose to rebel against the Zen Academy.

And Wujo Kong, who was rejected by the Wujo Patriarch when he was born, was thrown directly to Italy to fend for himself.

Since then, I haven't been back to Tokyo for 17 years.

Who would have thought that within a year after returning to Tokyo, he would be killed by Gojo Satoru's best friend - Xia Youjie.

For a while, the conjuration world was condemning Patriarch Wutiao for not doing it properly, and he was still a living life anyway.

Having said that, these guys only dare to mock the Wujo family in secret, after all, there is no Gojo Kong, and there is another strongest successor.

No one dared to provoke Wujo Wu, who broke the balance of the magic world at birth.

Wujo Kong's funeral was scheduled for the next day.

That day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing.

According to Gojo Sora's wishes during his lifetime, he was not buried in the traditional Japanese method, but referred to the Italian burial method.

Simple and saves many steps.

There were not many guests, only the conjurer, Dazai Osamu, and the baby-like Li Baoen came.

The latter two were one of the few people who had a good relationship with Gojo Sora, so Lime specially invited them.

At the funeral, the atmosphere was solemn.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the white rose between his fingers, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. After playing with it for a while, he stepped forward, bent down, and placed the flower in front of the tombstone.

"It's amazing."

He returned to his seat, squinted at the white-haired young man standing beside him, who was still in a tall and well-dressed suit, with a shadow hidden in his kite-colored eyes, but said with a smile on his face: "I heard that he is a close friend of Young Master Wutiao— —Xia Youjie killed Lord Kong with his hands."

In an instant, the wind froze instantly.

The people present subconsciously turned their heads to look at Gojo Satoru in front of him.

No one uttered a sound to break the dead silence.

After a long time, Gojo Satoru raised his eyes to meet Dazai Osamu, and his thin lips were pressed tightly. He hadn't rested for a long time, coupled with the recent mental shock, his face was not very good-looking, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"What do you want to say?" he asked.

"No, I just want to express my shock." Osamu Dazai looked up at the blue sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a few strands of hair fluttered with the wind, gently brushing across his cheeks.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and said mockingly: "Master Wutiao actually let his best friend kill his younger brother."

"Does this mean that Kong Jun's life, in your eyes, is like those abandoned garbage, not worth mentioning at all?"

"After all——" Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on one of the photos, handed it to Gojo Satoru, and said sarcastically, "Xia Youjie is living a pretty good life."

In the photo, Xia Youjie changed into cassock and appeared on a crowded street with two little girls, with a usual smile on his face and a relaxed expression, as if he had never killed his parents or classmates.

Gojo Wu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The biological brother was lying on his back in the coffin, but the best friend was living freely.

Li Baoen heard the words, looked up at Wujo Wu, and nodded in agreement: "Your brother is really remiss."

After a pause, he turned to Dazai and said, "Is Xia Youjie right? Mr. Dazai, please send me the photo later."

In order to show Pengo Lie's sincerity, he will get rid of Xia Youjie for free, but he doesn't know if Wu Tiao Kong needs him to take action.

Osamu Dazai nodded, and sent the photo to Li Baoen on the spot. The two also exchanged contact information and made an appointment to drink tea together next time.

Gojo Satoru did not refute Osamu Dazai's question.

Or rather, he was powerless to refute.

Normally, Gojo Satoru would go straight back, but at this moment, looking at Gojo Kong's tombstone, he didn't have that mood.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru began to reflect.

He didn't notice Xia Youjie's change of mind, and he didn't really pay attention to the existence of Wujo Kong.

Wujo Kong——For Wujo Wu, what kind of existence is it?

Probably, it's optional.

After all, Gojo Satoru never knew that he had a younger brother. Even if he accidentally learned about it from his mother and went to Italy, it was just to explore the truth.

He has no feelings for his biological brother.

From the moment he was born, he was indoctrinated with words such as 'you are the strongest in the magic world', 'the future heir of the Wutiao family', 'the only son' and so on.

He is the strongest, the future head of the Wutiao family, and he doesn't have any brothers.

However, after learning of Wujo Kong's existence, Wujo Wu felt very complicated. He knew why the other party was abandoned by his family, but he ignored him coldly.

why?

[The Gojo family doesn't need trash, he can live a good and stable life in Italy. 】

【Enlightenment, he is different from you, he is not suitable for the magic world——】

【Coming into this dangerous world will only make him die faster. 】

Gojo Satoru has long been unable to remember who said these words to him, and even he thought so at the time——

Looking back now, I suddenly feel a little ridiculous.

After a long time, Wujo Wu came back to his senses, walked to the tombstone, put down the flowers in his hands, and looked at the black and white photo, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I have been ignoring your wishes, thoughts and existence."

"Thinking about it, you probably won't forgive me..." Gojo Satoru closed his eyes deeply, and let out a heavy breath.

What kind of creature is this little brother?

Had he ever expected the existence of his brother?

Maybe there is.

Gojo Satoru turned and left, his back was desolate.

After being betrayed by his best friend and his younger brother died, he had to continue to fight the magic world.

Gojo Satoru cannot fall, because the meaning of his existence is not just to represent himself.

After a long while, people with high conjuration skills came forward one after another, placed a flower, and then left.

Yemo Zhengdao was the last person to leave. He looked sideways at Limei who was standing beside the tombstone, and sighed deeply.

If he had resolutely rejected the boy's request back then, maybe everything would be different today.

After everyone left, there were only three people left at the funeral.

Osamu Dazai looked down at Li Baoen beside him: "Do you believe that Sora would die so easily—?"

Without waiting for Li Baoen to respond, he chuckled, turned around and strode away, the hem of his clothes drawing an arc in the air.

"Anyway, I don't believe it."

How could this boy die so easily.

Li Baoen nodded in agreement: "I don't believe it either."

After the news of Wutiao Kong's death spread, the mafia/hand/parties in Italy and Japan were still very calm, and there were no waves.

No one will understand better than them what this means.

Gojo house

Gojo Satoru is back.

After leaving the funeral, he went straight to the Gojo family.

With a full body of hostility, he pushed away a group of clansmen who tried to stop him, and strode to the study.

pat.

Regardless of the housekeeper's obstruction, Gojo Satoru suddenly opened the door of the study, walked in, and looked up at the middle-aged man sitting above him.

This man is six or seven points similar to him.

"He's dead, you should be happy."

Hearing this, the Patriarch of Wutiao paused when he flipped through the documents, and raised his eyes to look down at his son, his eyes were as calm as a cold pool: "This is a good thing for you and me, and even for the Wutiao family—"

"It's just that, as a father, I also feel bad about it."

"Kong is obsessed with his obsession and insists on staying in the magic world. This kind of result is also his own fault."

After a pause, Patriarch Wutiao put down the document and sighed: "The result cannot be changed, Wu, what you should do is to move forward."

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, his eyes were dark, and he stared at the man called father. When facing the death of his own son, he didn't show the slightest bit of sadness, as if - the dead was just a stranger.

This is the family of the magic world, cold-blooded and rotten, completely corrupt from the inside out.

"No wonder even he is unwilling to recognize you as his father—" Wujo Wudao.

"When you become the head of the family, you will understand my difficulties." The head of the Wutiao family didn't mind being ridiculed by Wutiao Wu in the slightest, and calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: "Wanting to maintain a big family is not what you imagined. as easy as that."

Patriarch Wutiao put down his teacup, looked sharply at his beloved son, and said, "You came back this time to seek justice for him?"

"Wu, don't you think it's too late—?"

Gojo Satoru's pupils constricted.

After coming out of the study, Gojo Satoru looked up at the blue sky, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

Is it too late?

maybe-

Wujo Wutiao was lonely and desolate. After walking out of Wujo's house, he found a place to sit down and think about life.

"teacher……"

The setting sun sank slowly, and the last ray of afterglow fell on the decadent young man on the stairs.

"Wu, it's not your fault."

Night Moth looked straight at the sunset, and said dully, "Everyone has their own choice."

It's like Xia Youjie finally chose to part ways with them.

Gojo Satoru knows this truth.

Gojo Satoru was silent.

"You two brothers are very similar in some ways." Ye Mo Zhengdao thought of that student, and put his big hand on Wujo Wu's shoulder.

Both brothers are self-centered characters, but Gojo Sora hides it deeper than Gojo Satoru.

"It's useless to regret it now."

after the funeral

Rime returned to the residential area, he had to pack his luggage before rushing to Karakura Town.

Judging from the current situation of Gojo Sora, they are estimated to stay in Karakura Town for several years.

Fortunately, Li Mei has been preparing for this all these years, and he only needs to pack five empty personal items before he can set off immediately.

At the same time, it is not appropriate for Fuheisher to reveal his identity, so he has already gone to Karakura Town first. In the luxurious villa, there is only a little boy over five years old - Fuhei Hui.

After seeing this little guy sitting in the living room doing his homework, Limei was startled.

After thinking about it, he knew what was going on.Before Wutiaokong and Fuhesher left, they certainly hadn't thought about how to deal with this little guy.

Li. Steward Mei: "Fu Heihui, you will live in the villa opposite from now on."

"If you have any needs, just talk to them."

Letting a group of professional bodyguards take care of a child seems a bit overkill, but thinking that this child has sacrificed his life to Wu Tiaokong, Li Mei instantly felt that it was not a loss.

Hearing this, Fu Heihui raised his head from his homework and looked at him expressionlessly: "Can I bring Jin Meiji to live together?"

"Whatever you want." Rime said.

Fu Heihui thought for a while, then nodded in response.

Anyway, it doesn't matter where you live, as long as you can be with Tsumiki.

After solving the child's problem, Limei packed up his luggage, and then