After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

In the seventh year when Gojo Satoru was sealed, he finally managed to escape the seal of the prison gate.

In fact, as early as a few years ago, he found a way, just listening to the various conversations coming from outside the prison gate from time to time, he didn't want to leave in an instant.

And staying in the prison gate, apart from not having any entertainment, he can get enough rest and listen to gossip.

It's just that he was thrown into the stove and refrigerator from time to time, and the cold and hot made him uncomfortable, but his life was quite comfortable.

When Gojo Satoru realized it, several years had passed before he knew it.

He has to go out.

The moment the prison gate shattered, it caused quite a commotion.

There was a bang, and the whole villa shook a few times

In the study, Limei's eyes changed suddenly, she put down the documents in her hand, immediately got up and rushed out the door, and came to Wutiao's empty bedroom. Just as she was about to put her hand on the doorknob, the door swung open.

Gojo Satoru was revealed standing behind the door.

His breath seemed to have become much stronger again.

Limei's eyes were piercing, and he wasn't surprised at Wutiao Wu's ability to escape from the prison gate. He turned slightly to make way, and said coldly, "Since you've come out, you can get out."

Gojo Satoru squinted at him, looked around inadvertently, and said calmly, "Where is that guy Gojo Sora?"

Before Limei could answer, his eyes fell on him, his brows were frowned, and after deliberating for a while, he asked, "...are you together?"

God knows what he heard in the prison gate.

Hearing this, Li Mei didn't even change his expression, and looked at him coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"........."

It really has nothing to do with him.

Gojo Satoru gave him a deep look, then turned and walked towards the first floor: "I want to see him."

The matter between the two has dragged on for so many years, and there should be a result.

"He doesn't want to see you." Limei followed behind him, his tone as cold as ice slag: "Your existence will only make him more unhappy."

Fortunately, at this time Gojo Sora ran to Yokohama to find Dazai and them.

Wujo Gou, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly, and looked back at Limei behind him, his blue eyes were hidden under the blindfold, making it difficult for people to see his eyes clearly, and he said calmly, "I know."

He always knew that Wujo Kong didn't like him, and even hated him so much that he wanted to kill him.

And he didn't know how to treat him.

What Urahara Kisuke said before must not work. It is estimated that he was thrown out by him before he got close to Gojo Sora.

"I'll go back first and visit him again in a few days."

Right now, things in the magic world are more important. Even though he has probably understood the current situation through the conversation between the two, he still has to go back and confirm it again.

After Gojo Satoru left, Limei sent a message to Gojo Sora.

It didn't take long for Gojo Satoru to break the seal of the prison gate and return to the world of magic, like a gust of wind, swept across Japan. It didn't take long for everyone to know that he was back.

Except for the one in Shibuya, nothing major has happened in the magic world over the years, except for the Wujo family——

The Wutiao family is now almost an empty shell. All the original wealth of the family was used to make up for the huge sum owed. All the disciples of the family ran away, and there was not much left, only a few old men stayed behind.

They hated Wutiaokong, but they had nothing to do with him. Now that Wutiaowu came back, the first thing he did was to encourage him to kill Wutiaokong, a family traitor.

"Kill me—?"

When Leng Buding heard this information, Wu Tiao Kong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's a good proposal."

After saying that, Limei looked at him expressionlessly.

"...Gojo Satoru wouldn't do that." Gojo Sora's smile froze, and he immediately changed the subject: "In a few days, let's go to Yokohama to say goodbye."

"Gojo Satoru beat up those old guys." Limei ignored his last sentence and continued to report information: "Basically everyone in the magic world knows about your resurrection—"

It's just that they dare not trouble him.

He can even be cruel to his own brother, and even control the Wutiao family with one hand. This young master who has no magic power is not just a waste as he imagined. No one dared to look for him.

Wutiaokong picked up the strawberry and took a bite, lazily replied: "I don't want to hear anything about the magic world..."

Lime put away his mobile phone and said, "Didn't you say you were going back to Italy?"

Compared with Japan, Gojo Sora likes Italy more, and only there can be regarded as his real home.

Well, it's his and Lime's home.

"Well, then let's book the plane ticket." Gojo Kong thought for a while, and there was no place in Japan that attracted him, except for a few friends, he had no nostalgia for this place.

"Transport the two-faced Nuo back first."

The transportation process is not easy. It is necessary to ensure that all the 9 double-faced Nuo fall into a deep sleep, block their spell power, and then arrange people to watch them.

He has prepared a room for them in the Italian mansion.

"Xia Youjie, what are you going to do with it?" Li Mei asked.

Xia Youjie is still in the state of a fox, and Wutiaokong doesn't want to pay any attention to him anymore. After a few seconds of meditation, he said, "Throw it to Wutiaowu."

"Since it's his best friend, let him handle it."

As for the prison gate that seals Ronso, he has already handed it over to Kisuke Urahara, and he will then hand it over to the top executives of the magic world.

Wujo Kong didn't plan to have anything to do with the magic world.

A week later, Tokyo International Airport

Wujo Kong looked back at the few friends who saw him off, with a slight smile on his lips: "See you next time."

The next time, it may be a few years later.

"However, you can come to Italy to play with me anytime."

Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, and raised his brows slightly when he heard this: "Of course, we will go to play with you."

"Let's go slowly." Urahara Kisuke put his hands on the crutches, looked at the back of the white-haired boy, suddenly remembered an important thing, and quickly called him: "By the way, Gojo Satoru knows that you are leaving today. "

Wujo Kong looked back at him: "Oh, it's okay."

He doesn't care whether Gojo Satoru comes or not, the two of them have nothing to do with each other, not even strangers.

"Let's go."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from behind, followed by Wujo Wu's voice.

"Wait, I have something to talk to you about."

The white-haired young man came here full of travel and dust. This time, he did not wear high clothes, but changed into ordinary clothes, and he was full of laziness.

Wujo Kong looked over, his eyes were dark, he gave Limei a look, and then pointed to the corner.

The two brothers walked over one after the other, making sure no one could hear them talking before stopping.

"What do you want to say to me?"

This time, Gojo Sora didn't even bother to pretend to be superficial, and looked at Gojo Satoru with an extraordinarily indifferent gaze, concealing a hint of displeasure.

"Sorry." Wujo Wu said seriously: "Back then, I should have taken you away."

If he had insisted on the idea in his heart back then, perhaps there would not be such a scene today.

No amount of words can make up for anything.

"Gotiao family, you can play with it if you like." After saying this, Wutiao Wu fell silent, he couldn't think of what to say.

"Come to me if you have any trouble."

"No, you can collect the garbage yourself."

"As for the trouble? There's no need, even if it's death, I won't beg you."

Gojo Taku died a few years ago, and no one attended his funeral except for a few family members.

After losing the two patriarchs, the Wutiao family began to be corrupted from the inside out. After losing any use value, they were treated as useless by Wutiao Kong.

Wu Tiaokong squinted at him, turned around and prepared to walk towards Limei, not forgetting to say: "We are not related by blood, so I am not your brother."

"The former Gojoku is dead."

He was free, and Gojo Satoru was just about to sink into never-ending regret.

Death is not terrible, life is the most painful torture.

"I hope you will stop calling me brother in the future."

Leaving this sentence behind, he left straight away.

Seeing Gojo Sora and Limei stepping into the boarding waiting room, Gojo Gojo couldn't look back for a long time. After a long time, he sighed softly, turned and left.

There was an inexplicable loneliness and decadence in his back.

"Sora-kun is still too kind." Dazai Osamu and Urahara Kisuke walked out of the airport side by side, with unpredictable expressions, and said with a smile: "If it were me, I might kill him."

Urahara Kisuke looked sideways at him, and said, "Do you think he'll just let it go?"

The hatred in my heart will not dilute with time, but will only settle and become insoluble until the day Wujo Satoru dies.

When it comes to torturing people, they are probably no better than Gojoku.

After boarding the plane, Wujo Kong simply leaned on Limei's shoulder, closed his eyes and rested: "Is everything arranged?"

"Well, it's arranged." Limei looked at the dark net of the curse master on his phone, and gently stroked his head: "Next, there will be countless curse masters looking for trouble for him."

If it wasn't for Wujo Kong to stop him, or Limei wanted to make a killing order, even though Wujo Wu couldn't be killed, it would make his life miserable.

The time limit is not long, just 1 year.

Moreover, both he and Wujo Sora have long lives, and they may be able to witness the moment of Wujo Satoru's death with their own eyes.

"By the way, I have a gift for you." Li Mei said.

Thinking of that gift, Limei felt a little nervous. He had been preparing for a long time, but he didn't know if Wu Tiaokong would like it.

After waiting for a few seconds, he didn't get any response. Looking sideways, he saw that the boy who was leaning against him had fallen asleep at some point.

There are still more than fourteen hours to arrive at the destination, and it is not too bad at this time.

Rime laughed.

If Wutiaokong doesn't like it, then just change another one. He can even deliver the two-faced Su Nuo to him, and other things seem to be no big deal.

Thinking of this, Li Mei gently leaned on his head and closed his eyes.

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