Only 5t5 persecuted world

Gojo Satoru's house was big, clean, and empty.

This is obviously not his usual place of residence, but just one of Wutiao Wu's many houses, which he temporarily picked out to hide the delicate branches in the golden house.

"There is a small balcony for lying on the side!" Xuejian Weizhi opened the balcony door, and the warm sun poured down on the wooden floor, and fine dust flew in the beams, making the girl's naked feet stepping on the floor warm.

"It's decided, this is my room." Xue Jian Weizhi dragged the suitcase into the side sleeper with satisfaction, and quickly packed it up.

She rolled up her sleeves, pushed aside the white dustproof cloth, spread a clean, soft light-colored sheet, and pressed a sachet of white tea and jasmine under the pillow.

Gojo Satoru didn't designate Yukimi Mie's room, he doesn't live here permanently, so she can choose any room she wants.

The master bedroom next door has a large bed covered with a white dust cover, and the cactus on the bedside table is dry and dead, making people feel uncomfortable.

This apartment house is not the least bit popular, even if it is big enough and good enough, the dead and silent atmosphere will make people instinctively uncomfortable.

A girl who left home for the first time and stayed in the home of a strange man she had known for a month, she should be uneasy, fearful, and shy.

instead of...

Gojo Satoru carried the fruits and vegetables bought by Yidizhi and stood silently at the entrance.

He hadn't been to this apartment a few times, and the reason why he chose it to raise Zhizhi was because it was new enough, and the neighbors basically didn't live in it, so that if the house burned down, the innocent would not be harmed.

Before he came here this morning to drop the keys, Gojo Satoru was convinced that this was an empty room that could be directly placed in the sales office as a model house, without any decorations except for the necessary furniture.

But now, the high-end leather sofa is filled with wholesale plush toys won from the claw machine, a huge black crystal ball is enshrined in the shrine like Guan Erye, and a bitten toy is placed below it. peaches.

The black and white crosses, skull bracelets, and Sailor Moon transformation ornaments that the two girls love most in the gothic style are hung on the doorknobs of each room. There is a demon king, and the evil spirits will disperse."

Next to it is Zhizhi's room, and the door plate reads: "Sailor Moon of Love and Justice".

Gojo Satoru turned his head and glanced at the back of the gate, very good, a menacing exorcism picture town house to support the family, harmonious and unified with the style of the house.

He should be thankful that Zhizhi originally wanted to put two stone lions outside the gate, but in the end he was forced to give up his genius idea because of the property.

"Teacher Wujo, are you back?" A head wearing a paper hat appeared in the kitchen, Yukimi Mie waved the spatula excitedly, "I made steak! Do you want to eat it?"

Gojo Satoru hesitated for a moment and missed the last chance to escape.

He avoided the mysterious array posters that were randomly placed on the ground and hadn't had time to stick on the wall, and put the shopping bag in his hand into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Gojo Gojo watched Mie Yukimi sprinkle half a bottle of sugar on the steak.

So full of a bottle of powdered sugar, half of it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Can this stuff be eaten?

Sweet Party began to suspect that he was not a qualified Sweet Party.

"I didn't touch Mr. Wujo's room. The decoration of the living room is my favorite work! Isn't it great?" Yukimi Mie was obviously very excited.

Fukuzawa Yukichi rebelled so strongly against the taste of girls with secondary illnesses that Zhizhi could only plaster her room with the mysterious array of summoning the God of Darkness, Gunara. Now there is such a big house for her to toss, Branches take off happily.

"...you're happy." Wujo Wu closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the steak in the pot. He took the white sugar from the cooking table with his hands, convinced that he no longer needed this seasoning today.

He doesn't care about the decorations of the house, he cares more about whether his tongue can survive to the end of dinner.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely great! This is my secret seasoning method." Yukimi Mie said confidently.

Gojo Satoru really wanted to ask her: Where did you get your confidence?

This is Chi-Guo-Guo's murder!

"The teacher is too big, it's in the way." The girl waved Gojo Satoru out of the kitchen with a spatula, and continued to toss her steak.

Gojo Satoru turned around resolutely, and went to the room to look for stomach medicine.

He should have prepared a gastric lavage device in the house ahead of time.

"The medicine box should be in the master bedroom..." Gojo Satoru recalled, walking towards the room where the Demon King's warning sign was hung.

Before the arrival of Yukimi Mie, the house was just a house, a temporary living room and a warehouse for storing things.

But with the messy accessories in the living room, the buzzing sound of the range hood in the kitchen, and the funny and funny posters hanging halfway, this place has suddenly become a place full of human touch.

Obviously there is only one more person.

Gojo Satoru opened the door of the master bedroom, the bed covered by the dust cover and the cold dust in the air made him pause.

The handwritten "There is a devil inside, the evil spirits will disperse" handwritten on the door shook slightly with the movement of opening the door.

A wall separated, two temperatures.

The man suddenly felt a little bored, he closed the door, turned around and opened the door of the side sleeper.

Xuejian Weizhi didn't have the consciousness to lock the door, and her room was often dedicated to Edogawa Ranpo to hide snacks, and she didn't mind others entering.

The fluffy carpet stretches from the door to the balcony. There are more and softer dolls sitting on the carpet than on the sofa in the living room. The only one allowed to go to bed is a white cat with blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to have the concept of privacy, this is his house, and of course what is put into the house is also his property.

The man lazily stepped on his long legs, stepped on a pair of plush slippers, walked into the house, and picked up the familiar cat doll.

The semi-finished product made by Principal Ye Moth was taken home by the little girl and reprocessed. Eyes were added and expressions were drawn.

The eyes of the sky, which are so beautiful that people can't breathe, and the eyes of diamond blue glass beads look at each other. Mao Mao's arrogant expression is like this wayward man who walked into the girl's room carelessly.

Gojo Satoru remembered that this cat was his pledge to Zhizhi, and postponed the promise to let her pat her head until the next time.

"It's kind of like it." Gojo Satoru fiddled with the cat in distaste but couldn't hide his curiosity. The expression on the face of the deity and the meal replacement was exactly the same.

The doll made by Nocturnal Moth Zhengdao will become a movable and aggressive curse skeleton after being injected with the core of the spell. Although this cat is only a semi-finished product, there is a vacancy in the body deliberately reserved for the core.

"Can it move?" Gojo Goto became very playful, pouring mantra power into the doll's body as if he didn't need money.

He didn't master the core craft of making the curse skeleton, and the random operation almost made the doll go offline.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous." Gojo Wu suddenly remembered that this was Zhizhi's doll, and he didn't have the skills to sew her back to its original shape if it was broken.The five cats withdrew their wriggling paws as if nothing had happened, and put the cat back on the bed.

Big Mao Mao, who almost made a mistake, walked out of the side bed pretending to be free and easy with his hands in his hands, and closed the door casually.

The fan-shaped light on the carpet gradually narrowed, and the beams became thinner and thinner, and finally condensed into a compelling beam, which pierced straight into the blue glass eyes of the doll.

"Bang." The door was completely closed, and the last ray of light disappeared.

The white cat doll lying on the bed moved its paws, and a strange emotion appeared in its cold glass eyes.