After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

There were only the two of them in this two-storey detached villa. Because Wujo Kong didn't like other people invading his domain, some of his subordinates lived in the opposite villa.

There was only a distance of tens of meters, and with Limei's presence, Wujokong didn't worry about his personal safety at all. What he should worry about was the intruders.

After a long while, Gojo Sora slowly opened his eyes, the undercurrent was surging in those light blue eyes, and the messy hair on the forehead hung down, covering the eyes, making it hard to see clearly.

"Push it away, just say that I'm not feeling well." He said gently, "...take another bottle of 82-year-old Lafite from the wine cabinet as an apology."

The body is uncomfortable, and it is within the range that can be tolerated, and he has long been used to endurance, but——

Slightly raised his hand to lightly press on the heart, touched the red scar through the clothes, closed his eyes and felt the complicated and doubtful emotions conveyed by the heart.

It is more inescapable, stronger and clearer than ever before.

As long as you close your eyes a little bit, these emotions will flood your brain.

These are not his emotions, but come from the induction between the twins, which belong to Gojo Satoru's personal emotions.

gross.

He can't die, or—

He wants to cut out the heart himself, so that the heart stops beating and the blood stops, so that he can no longer feel these disgusting emotions.

Wutiao Kong closed his eyes again with his surging emotions under the pressure, and said, "Let the doctor come over—"

Only sleep can give him a short period of peace, but it is not easy to fall asleep.

There was no abnormality in the gentle and jade-like voice, but Limei had been by his side for nearly ten years, and he had already seen through the pain he endured under this calm face.

"it is good."

Limei lowered her eyes slightly and bowed, turned and left to call the doctor over.

The living room was quiet, and not long after, the private doctor came in, first briefly asked about Wutiao Kong's physical condition, and prescribed sleeping pills at his request.

"I don't recommend that you rely on drugs to fall asleep."

Before leaving, the doctor couldn't help reminding: "Your dose is getting bigger and bigger. After a while, even sleeping pills may not be effective."

"And too much is not good for your body."

"Then develop a new sleeping pill." Wutiaokong slowly opened the medicine bottle and poured out three sleeping pills from it. "For ordinary people, an overdose will cause death."

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at the doctor, and said with a slight smile, "But I'm not an ordinary person—"

The corner of the doctor's mouth twitched, and finally he shook his head and sighed.

In addition to the sleeping pills, Gojo Kong continued to take out other medicine bottles, poured out several pills of different colors, threw them into his mouth and swallowed them together with the sleeping pills.

The bitter taste of the medicine cut through the tip of the tongue, and the messy brain calmed down in an instant.

Five enlightenment.

It was the second meeting between him and Gojo Satoru. The first time the guy went to Italy to verify his existence and identity.

And the second time is——

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly, Wujo Kong, who was just about to fall asleep, opened his eyes slightly, took the mobile phone and opened the text message and looked at it, it was a message from Italy/black/hand/party/killing/handbag Grace information.

"Come back to Japan... to train the tenth generation leader of Pengo Lie, Sawada Tsunayoshi—?"

He had heard about this earlier, and no matter who became the leader of Pengelie, it would be fine, and the cooperation with him would not end—this was what the nine generations of leaders had promised.

Wutiaokong tilted his head, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, he tapped the screen with his thumb, and replied a text message to Li Baoen.

Put down the phone, lean on the wheelchair and close your eyes to rest.

Next, Wu Tiao was absent for a whole week, and the physical examination report and the doctor's prescription certificate were also handed over to Noctuma Zhengdao's desk. After getting the consent, he rested at home openly.

Conjuration High School, exclusive arrangement for the second grade class

Xia Youjie looked at the empty seat behind again, thinking of Wujo Kong who had only appeared once, looked sideways at Wujo Wu next to him, and said, "Wu, your brother is absent again today."

Counting today, Gojo Sora hadn't come to class for a week, but even the most serious Noctua Moth Zhengdao didn't say anything.

Is that guy really that weak?

Xia Youjie frowned, a little puzzled.

Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the table, raised his eyes lazily: "Well...it's none of my business." Thinking of the way he saw that guy before, he frowned, and added: "Gojo Sora's body is very weak. If I remember correctly—"

"He has a congenital heart defect."

Don't ask why he knows.

Gojo Satoru still remembers the first time they met, that guy had a heart attack and almost couldn't be rescued on the spot...

He lowered his eyes slightly, covering the dark look in them.

Just as Xia Youjie was about to speak, the classroom door swung open. The two of them subconsciously looked up, and saw the housekeeper walking in with three popsicles.

"Hey, I bought popsicles for you guys." Jiarui Glass walked up to them with a smile, and handed them the popsicles in his hand: "You're welcome."

Seeing that it was her, Gojo Satoru calmly withdrew his gaze, and no one saw the flash of disappointment under the shade of sunglasses.

"Thank you." Xia Youjie took the popsicle, tore open the package and ate it.

"Wu, what's your expression?" Jiajin Yanzi resisted rolling his eyes, pulled out the chair and sat down beside him, biting the strawberry popsicle in his hand, and complained: "—You seem very disappointed that the person who walked in is I?"

Gojo Satoru didn't want to admit that he would show that emotion, he bit off the popsicle blankly, and said vaguely, "You read it wrong."

"Wu probably misses his brother." Xia Youjie teased.

"If you want to see him, go to him." Jia Ruozi raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you brothers?"

After finishing speaking, she shook her head helplessly, not knowing what the brothers were awkward about.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond. He swiped his phone again after eating a popsicle. He stood up suddenly and said, "I'm leaving. Please ask for leave for the last class."

"Huh? Then I'll join you too." Xia Youjie frowned slightly, thinking of the boring class to come, he immediately stood up and caught up with Gojo Wu, and he didn't forget to say hello to Chao Jiaruizi.

"Thank you--"

Jia Ruozi blinked, looked at the time, and slowly took out the textbook to read it.

The two DKs often skip classes, and the teachers have long been used to it.

"Hey, Wu." Xia Youjie caught up with Wujo Wu in front, walked beside him, and asked casually, "Where are we going?"

After leaving the High School of Conjuration, Gojo Satoru went straight to the high-speed rail station.

"Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru bought a cup of milk tea near the station, took a big sip, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and said casually, "I'm going to buy Xijiufu."

Yokohama?

A teasing smile appeared in Xia Youjie's eyes.

He remembered that Gojo Sora lived in Yokohama.

"I can't tell that Wu really cares about my brother." Xia Youjie also held a cup of milk tea in his hand, played with his phone with one hand, and teased his best friend with a smile.

Wujo Wujo clicked his tongue: "You made a mistake."

"I don't have time to care about him."

care?

Gojo Satoru took a deep sip of the milk tea, the cloyingly sweet taste filled his mouth, and his brain gradually calmed down.

It seems that this is not the case... but a complex emotion that even he himself cannot explain.

Before getting on the high-speed rail, Gojo Satoru sent a text message to Gojo Kong.

……

Yokohama, in an open Internet cafe

The sky darkened slightly, and when the minute hand slowly approached the hour, it made a ticking sound—it was seven o'clock.

"Triple Kill!"

After the victory screen lit up on the computer, Wutiaokong picked up the phone again, clicked to open the message Wutiaowu sent him, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

He shared the landmark, and now he is waiting for the other party to arrive.

"Sky, it's been two hours." Limei, who was seated next door, also cleared the level, turned to look at Wutiao Kong beside him, and reminded: "The doctor told you not to indulge in the online world."

"Well, I see." Wutiaokong picked up the thermos, took a sip of warm water, automatically ignored the last sentence, and responded casually.

He knew it, but that didn't mean he had to do it.

"One more time."

Li Mei had already gotten used to his character. After giving him a cold glance, he restarted the new game, and the two teamed up to play again after a while.

outside the Internet cafe

When he came here, Xia Youjie slightly opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at his close friend beside him: "He... is playing here?"

What kind of resting place is this...?

"Go in and have a look."

Gojo Satoru slightly opened his sunglasses, looked down at the address on the phone, without any emotion on his face, casually threw the milk tea into the trash can not far away, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked in slowly.

After successfully entering the Internet cafe, the two looked around.

The small open Internet cafe occupies a small area, with pale yellow lights covering the room, and one can see nearly thirty computers in the room at a glance.

It is sparsely populated, with only a few scattered people.

Without any effort, the two saw the white-haired boy sitting in the wheelchair in the corner. He changed into a wide black cloak, which almost covered the whole person, only showing a pale face.

The white hair was easily recognizable in this setting.

The two walked over.

"Five empty."

When he got closer, Gojo Satoru was standing on his left, looking down at him from a high position.

Hearing the sound, after killing a small boss with five empty clicks, he turned his head to look at his brother beside him, showing a faint smile: "Master brother, do you want to play together?"

"Your interest is really good." Wujo Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not show any displeasure, his eyes fell on the computer screen, which happened to be the game they were both playing.

"Okay, don't cry when you lose." Wujo Wu said harshly.

Hearing this, Li Mei looked up at him inexplicably.

Just as the two were about to sit down, a group of men in black suddenly broke into the Internet cafe, and surrounded the entire hall with well-trained movements.

In the next second, countless wooden warehouses pointed at them.

"Don't move all!"

Under the light yellow light, the pitch-black gun reflected a cold killing intent.

In an instant, the entire Internet cafe was dead silent.

The friends looked at the group of men in black with constricted pupils and faces full of horror, and some even trembled uncontrollably.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Mr. Shihei, do you choose to come out by yourself, or—" The man with the scar in the head took a few steps forward, his sharp eyes were like eagles, and he swept across the people present with murderous intent, so violent that even the air began to explode. distortion.

No one responded to him.

Suddenly, the sound of typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse sounded, which was particularly noticeable in this dead space.

Everyone almost held their breath, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of Wu Tiaokong.

The scarred man looked over.

White-haired boy?Not the person he was looking for, in that case—

"kill!"

But is there anyone he is looking for? Now that he has arrived, he would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

Li Mei glanced at it and said expressionlessly: "A person with supernatural powers."

This scarred man is a superhuman.

"Hmm...wait for me a little longer." Wujo Kong stared at the screen, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and frantically pressed the mouse, as if he was out of the matter.

Rimei stood up, ready to protect him at any time.

When the men in black were shooting, Xia Youjie and Wu Tiaowu had already rushed forward, and they killed several men in black very quickly.

"Huh? Are we late?"

Outside the Internet cafe door, a black-haired boy in a black cloak jumped back slightly, dodging a man in black who was thrown out from the bar, with a troubled face on his face.

"Go ahead and save people."

Oda Sakunosuke frowned, looked up at the situation in the Internet cafe, and vaguely felt that things were getting worse.

I heard that Osamu Dazai's friend is weak, so I hope he can hold on.

"Wait—" Osamu Dazai called Odasaku who was about to rush in, and under his confused gaze, he took out his mobile phone and called the police.

"Wait until I call the police."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

Then, the two walked in.

The Internet cafe was in chaos, countless people in black fell to the ground and howled continuously, the guests and waiters hid under the chairs, watching the scene in front of them in fear.

Two teenagers in black uniforms were cleaning up the rest.

"Those with supernatural powers." Oda Sakunosuke looked sideways at the man with the scar, his brows knit together.

This isn't from Port Mafia, so where is it?

"Ah, he's over there—" Dazai Osamu looked at the boy in the corner, and walked over on the back of the man in black lying on the ground, "Sora-kun, it seems that I'm not late."

"you are still alive."

The author has something to say: Reminders are always welcome!

The reason why Kong Zai hates my brother will be explained slowly in the article, don’t scold my son qwq