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Probably because of the six eyes, Gojo Satoru cared more about human eyes than all other organs.

Others look at people first by looking at the face or figure, and then gradually move to the details.Wujo Wu first looked at the eyes, and then made a rough note of the more distinctive features of the visitor, so that he could recognize the person.

He has seen many different pairs of pupils, colors, light and shades, emotions... Eyes mixed with too many obsessions and troubles are dark and deep like ancient pools, and superficial or simple people are like a clear spring. .

Gojo Satoru's eyes are the feeling that the sky is constantly extending. When he first saw it, he felt it was clear. The closer he got, the more he realized that it was far from the end.

For a person like him, the superficial character is clear at a glance, and no one can see through the deeper places.

Seeing pupils like people, Gojo Satoru's first impression of Xuejian Weizhi also comes from eyes.

On the crowded street, the girl whose wrist was being held turned around in surprise.

The powerful mantra suppressed her body, and the manic flames clamored to burn everything in front of her eyes, but the black eye that was exposed in the air was completely pure.

Like a gurgling stream under the moonlight, even the fish and aquatic plants in the stream can be clearly seen by the moonlight.

Looking at a very shallow stream, people step into it and drown in the water in the blink of an eye.

Its interior is so deep that even the distance is just a pale symbol. The bottom of the water you see at a glance is the end that you can't touch even if you sacrifice your life.

Gojo Satoru felt that this child was interesting at first sight.

When he saw the other pupil covered by the blindfold, he realized that the surprise that Zhizhi had brought him was simply too much.

"The fluctuation of the mantra..." Wujo Wu put one hand on the coffee table, leaned across the table, and put his hand on the girl's cheek.

The man's palm is wide and the joints are distinct, one hand can easily cover Yukimi Mie's entire face.

Her chin was pressed against Gojo Satoru's palm, and her soft side face was rubbed comfortingly. The man's slender fingers slowly slid across the strange-colored left eye, and finally stopped at the end of the eye.

Gojo Satoru lightly stroked the end of the girl's eyes, and her long and curled eyelashes slapped against his fingertips as if in stress.

The eyes are the most vulnerable part of the human body, and the intrusion of a grain of sand is enough to make people uncomfortable for a long time.Instinct teaches human beings to close their eyes and avoid all conflicts that may occur in the eyes.

With Gojo Satoru's strength and the actions he has taken the absolute initiative at this time, if he suddenly gets into trouble, Xuejian Weizhi has no room to dodge at all.

When Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, he guessed that she would avoid it.

This is normal, if Gojo Satoru was in the position of Xuejian Weizhi, he would even slap other people's thieves away and break them.

What are you moving? Are you familiar?Head teacher for the next year?That is the future, they are just the relationship between the tutor of the graduation exam cramming sprint class and his motivated students.

It doesn't matter if you dodge the first time, Wutiao Wuxiang, Zhizhi is a good boy, as long as he explains his purpose and gives her time to prepare mentally, he will definitely let her watch the second time.

His purpose is also very serious. There are obvious mana fluctuations in the students' different pupils. Isn't it the duty of a teacher to find out the situation?

In this case, why didn't you just talk about it the first time and then do it?

Who knows, Gojo Satoru is a willful person who can do whatever he wants.

Xue Jian Weizhi did not hide.

I swear by her physical skills that she and Fukuzawa Yukichi will not easily lose the wind in a duel. The windy girl Zhizhi evades the skill max.The time from when Gojo Satoru leaned forward to reaching out for less than a second was enough time for her to roll over and rush into the president's office shouting molestation.

Yet she did nothing.The little girl had a lychee-flavored lollipop in her mouth, and her cheek was obediently pressed against the man's palm. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the wrong book on the table, as if her mind was all on damn mathematics.

"It's wrong for you to do this." Gojo Satoru actually became dissatisfied.

His hand was still resting on Xuejian Weizhi's face, and he just used this posture to raise her head a little bit, interrupting Zhizhi's small movements of glancing at the wrong test book, and he could only look at his unreasonable teacher.

"Why didn't Zhizhi hide when I stretched out my hand?" He pinched the girl's soft cheeks and squeezed her mouth into a duckling's mouth. "What if I am an enemy? Are you just exposing your vitals to others like this?" ?”

Why did the female wolf defense tutorial suddenly start?Aren't they going to remedial math?Yukimi Mie looked at Gojo Satoru in confusion.

You are such a weird person, the truth is all yours, and Zhizhi only has the wrong book that she is not cute at all.

"Answer the teacher's question, see my classmates." Gojo Satoru pinched the little duck's mouth with a little force, squeezing the little duck's mouth into a crooked duckbill.

"Why don't you hide... There's no need to hide." Xuejian Weizhi patted the back of Gojo Wu's hand, telling him not to torture the poor duckling, "Teacher Wujo won't hurt me."

"Who said that?" Gojo Satoru's expression turned cold.

He was wearing a black blindfold today, and even when he leaned across the table, he was a head taller than Mie Yukimi, condescendingly looking down at the girl with different pupils.

The man lowered his head a little, his hands were still firmly holding Yukimi Mie's cheeks, he only spread out one index finger, and slowly hooked down the black cloth covering his six eyes.

From a very close distance, those ice-snow-like blue eyes are even more thrilling, like the indifferent glance of a god, and the usual smiles and jokes are gone.

When Wujo Wujo was not smiling, his handsome face was abnormally indifferent, and a strong sense of oppression struck him overwhelmingly, drowning him in the deep sea of ​​mantra.

He is using his actions to prove that "Teacher Wu Tiao will not hurt me" is a fallacy.

At this time, Kunikida Doppo is not in the Armed Detective Agency, and the member closest to the reception room is Junichiro Tanizaki.

The orange-haired boy stared dumbfounded at the two people in the room who were halfway through their tuition and suddenly started a spy drama. He wondered if he should grab a broom and rush in to save Zhizhi.

He could feel the mountain-like magic power from being so far away, the nearest branch must be under a lot of pressure, right?

"Don't worry about it." Osamu Dazai, an expert fisherman, swayed leisurely, and patted Junichiro Tanizaki on the shoulder with ease, "Eda can handle it."

Yukimi Mie didn't feel the pressure.

The magic power close to her was evaporated by the invisible fire, and even the cold air also warmed up the clear sky.

Everyone's mantra has its own unique taste and characteristics. If Wujo Wu's mantra is like a crescent moon hanging upside down in a deep-sea glacier, it is lonely and cold, and it also carries the ancient majestic vastness of the ocean and the extreme relative to its smallness. lofty.

Then the mantra of Xue Jian Weizhi is a fire that can also be ignited in the extreme desert. It is a thought of warmth and destruction. Before the overwhelming flames fall, what is given in advance is the warmth of a complete embrace.

The six eyes were pressed heavily, and the super-level curse spirit was afraid that it would also lose its soul under such extreme pressure.

The people in the middle of the storm laughed instead.

Xuejian Weizhi held Wuwu's hands covering her face with both hands, and led him to touch the bright red pupil of the afterglow of the setting sun.

More transparent than glass, more dazzling than gemstones, the delicate and complicated lines of spell power spread in the pupils layer by layer, outlining psychedelic patterns.

"Teacher Wutiao is bluffing." The girl said briskly, "I can see it."

In the field of vision of her left eye, Gojo Satoru was still as lazy as before, looking over with one hand hooked on the blindfold, with a mischievous smile in his eyes.

He was teasing her.