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On a business trip, I had an extra brother for no reason.

Xuejian Weizhi calculated her seniority and felt that she had not suffered a disadvantage.

She accepted this non-existent memory graciously.

"Okay brother, sister is here." Zhizhi set fire to the piled Mansling Mountain, and invited, "It's time to hunt! Mybrother, do you want to bet on the reputation of the Kyoto school and compete with me?"

Old Zhi Zhi hated the principal of Leyan Temple, and would not miss any chance to make things difficult for him, she just wanted to show the demeanor of their Tokyo school on the streets of Kyoto!

The reputation of the Kyoto school is nothing compared to the brother's friendship!Dongtang Kui ignored Zhizhi's sinister intentions and accepted the doomed bet.

Good brother, enough loyalty!

"It's not that I don't work hard." After the Hundred Ghosts Night Tour, the little sisters of Dongtang Kui, Xiaokui, and Zhizhi, Kui Kuizi, faced the principal who was so angry that his beard was straight. He asked confidently: "But the principal , you can’t beat Mybrother yourself, why are you scolding the students?”

Principal of Leyan Temple: If I win the fight, what will happen to you!Furious old man!

The Hyakki Night Walk in Kyoto was resolved much faster than expected. Yukimi Mie is indeed a girl like the wind, with max mobility. After she settled Kyoto, she even took time to visit her hapless best friend Orihara Rinya in Shinjuku.

"Ganle sauce? Are you OK?" Xuejian Weizhi asked worriedly, "Is your face painted with the latest and fashionable panda eye makeup? It's so foreign! It suits you very well!"

Orihara Rinya: "This is the blue eye circle from Xiaojing's two punches."

"Really?" Zhizhi's face remained unchanged, "I never thought that Mr. Heihejima is also a master of Friendship Poyan Fist! Sorry, sorry."

Orihara Lin didn't want to talk to her either, he squeezed an ice pack to reduce the swelling in his eyes: "I did you a big favor, didn't you show any sign?"

"Yes." Xuejian Weizhi took out a handwritten card from his pocket very politely, "With this card, you can enjoy three free caring services with Dr. Xie Ye. I don't feel comfortable being beaten every day and not being beaten. You need it badly."

What a miserable friend, every time Zhizhi sees him, there is an [-]% chance of being beaten, he is really a master of provocation.

Orihara Lin stared at the card silently, and silently put it in his pocket.

He had a hunch that one day he would need it very, very much.

Whether you can get rid of the fate of being in a wheelchair depends on this wave.

"Aren't you going back to Tokyo?" Orihara Rin also hissed, his eyes were swollen like walnuts, people who didn't know thought it was because his eyes were swollen from crying when he changed his mind and reformed, which made his eyes look so miserable.

It hurts, it hurts—

"Ganle sauce, do you know how many people died in this Hyakki Night Walk?" Xuejian Weizhi sat on the sofa in Orihara Linya's apartment with her hands on her chin, her eyes calm:

"A large-scale attack covering almost all business districts and residential areas in the three cities. We mobilized almost all conjurers, including freshmen who had just entered the conjuration college, and reminded the citizens to evacuate in advance. There were also quite a few police and military personnel. Provide support."

"Even so, there are still heavy casualties."

"You have saved enough people." Orihara Linya said while wrapping himself a bandage, "Without you, more people would die. But having said that, Xia Youjie's purpose is to create a world where only the magician In this world, ordinary people's lives don't matter to him at all."

"It's not something he said he didn't care about, so he really doesn't care." The black-haired girl sat on the sofa with her knees hugged, her head resting on her knees, "So many people who died in vain, how can we not give them an explanation?"

"Teacher Wutiao knows it." She said softly, "No matter what kind of person Xia Youjie was, no matter whether his righteousness is right or wrong, thousands of dead souls need an explanation."

"When he planned the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, he was doomed to have no turning back."

"Teacher Wutiao will want to send his best friend off for the last time." Xue Jian Weizhi took out a roll of bandages from his pocket and slowly changed it on himself, wrapping it around and tightening it, "The fragility and lack of consciousness that only exist in a moment , he probably doesn’t want others to see it.”

Zhizhi has always been an understanding child, no one knows how to taste loneliness and anger better than her.

Some things are destined not to be shared with others: the fragility of the strong, the loneliness of the joker, people must understand that in the end they are only destined to be alone.

How can someone who can become friends with Osamu Dazai not understand the inherent loneliness?

You want to come into the world alone and leave quietly alone.

The difference is that Osamu Dazai is pessimistic about this doomed loneliness, while Mie Yukien enjoys it.

"What is gained will eventually be lost." Xue Jian Weizhi lay on the soft sofa, the setting sun was hidden in the depths of the thick clouds, revealing only a narrow ray of light, "worrying about losing will only kill the time you have, Since you are doomed to lose, you might as well be bold about it.”

"Happy life and painful life are all alive. Why should I choose the second way?"

Xuejian Miie spent some time here in Orihara Linya, her mobile phone lit up several times, and Otoko Yuta, Zenyuan Maki, Gou Juji and Panda all sent messages, pieced together a thrilling scene fighting.

Only the information column of [Good-looking-guy Wujo Teacher] still stops at the message from the day before yesterday, and there is a long list of dim sum names, all of which are the list of Kyoto specialties that I asked Zhizhi to bring back.

Yukimi Mie bought everything from the list and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo alone.

The curse spirits in Tokyo are still scattered and hiding in the dark alleys. A girl in a light blue dress and white sandals holds a shopping bag in one hand and taps on her mobile phone while she is casually passing by the dark alley.

Every time the light-white knuckles tapped the screen, a curse spirit in the corner screamed silently, twisted and twisted, and turned into gray smoke and dissipated in the air.

Walking to the door, the girl took out the key from her pocket.

The door was opened from the inside, and white and blue colors appeared in front of her.

Zhi Zhi raised his head to look at Gojo Wu with messy hair. The man was wearing a homely white cotton shirt, covering his yawn.

"I'm back, it's a present from the teacher." Yukimi Mie raised the shopping bag in his hand.

She didn't explain the reason for her late return, maybe others would guess whether it was the shopping list that held up Zhizhi's footsteps, but Gojo Satoru knew it well.

He didn't have to say anything.

The battle situation in Tokyo, Xia Youjie's ending, what Gojo Satoru went through, whether he is sad or in pain now - there is no need to talk about all of these.

Xuejian Miie understood everything.

She understood better what Gojo Satoru needed.

The tacit late return and the unspeakable turning point are the unique tenderness of girls. Gojo Satoru believes that if he confides in Yukimi Mie, she will also be willing to give great comfort.

That comfort is by no means pale and superficial hypocritical words, it is a spider's thread tightly held by people in the blood pool of hell, and the other end of the power is the redemption of new life.

But if you hold it tight, as if grasping at the last straw, you may hear a sigh of disappointment along with your salvation.

[I don't think you need comfort. 】

[Strive to come out, you who are being watched by me are definitely not someone who indulges in excess. 】

What an arrogance, Gojo Satoru.

Do you trust me that much?

Believe that I am a person who always looks forward like you, believe that I will never be overwhelmed by sadness like you, believe that I live freely and thoroughly in the world like you, see through the essence of loneliness, and pursue the truth of happiness.

Gojo Satoru suddenly understood why he was fascinated by her.

The cute and intimate way of treating people and the calm and indifferent nature of character, the innocence of trying to save everyone and the free and easy self-moral kidnapping due to faults, the cherishing of precious friendship and the freedom to see through eternal loneliness...Xue Jianweizhi is contradictory aggregate.

Split-like contrast, a combination without any violation.

How could anyone not be fascinated by her?

Be careful, be careful, she is a harsh picker.

You can't be weak, people who are classified as those who need to be saved can't be remembered by name; you can't be weak, and she will remove you from the circle of approval while you are comforted; you can't do evil, strong power exists only because of protection, she is Messenger of salvation.

Layers of screening divide people continuously, and everyone has their proper place.Wherever Zhizhi puts you, she will treat you with the same attitude.

Gojo Satoru was at the very center of the screening circle.Xuejian Weizhi couldn't divide him into any of the previous areas for the time being, she looked at the tall white-haired man hesitantly, and the balance in her heart kept swaying.

Where should I put you?the girl asked.

Xuejian Weizhi raised the snack bag in her hand and looked at the yawning young man, she slowly calculated in her heart:

If Gojo Satoru needs a comfort, she will divide him into the best friend's area. If Gojo Satoru takes the snacks and laughs with her as usual, he will be placed in the teacher's area to be determined.

Don't stand in the area where the sign is not written, the little girl looks at her territory in distress: every piece of each piece is just right, but someone occupies a place that no one has ever been to, even she herself is unknown A place, and she couldn't easily move people away.

Damn, it is really hateful.

Gojo Satoru took the bag of snacks, and before the scale in Zhizhi's heart swayed with relief, he casually put the snacks on the cabinet in the entrance, and stretched out his long arms to wrap around the girl's shoulders.

"A little sleepy." The young man lowered his head and muttered rubbing his eyes. His white eyelashes, which were as soft as dove velvet, closed and then parted. The misty water mist enveloped the pure sapphire, like a dreamy lake in the mountains and forests.

Xue Jian Weizhi was briefly absent-minded for a second.

Well, she thought, when Dongtang Aoi asked her about her sexuality, Zhizhi's answer was still not comprehensive enough.

Tall, powerful, blue eyes, white eyelashes.

She really has no resistance to these.

"You woke me up." Gojo Satoru said unreasonably, "I'll pay for a good night's sleep."

The small keychain with a cross and a crystal ball in the girl's hand was crying innocently: it's not that it's useless, it's that Gojo Satoru didn't give it room to play, it was wronged but it didn't dare to speak.

Xuejian Weizhi will not be touched by others, she herself is a first-class master of touch.

Therefore, facing Gojo Wu's unreasonable, unreasonable troubles, and making things out of nothing, she——she!

"Okay." For the first time, the little girl looked away guiltily, not daring to look at those blue eyes that she had seen so many times but suddenly turned sour after she knew her sexuality.

Zhizhi rarely asked weakly: "How do you want to sleep?"