Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

20 years later, Gojo Satoru once said a word to A Yin as a joke.

"Don't look at me like this, in fact, my childhood was almost spent in endless assassinations—no, it should be said,? Even now as an adult,? Staring at my head,? Wishing to take my life and crush my bones There are not a few people who spread ashes."

When he said this, it was calm and calm, and he shrugged his shoulders at the end, not taking it seriously.

As a bystander, A Yin naturally wouldn't know how heavy blood and horror are contained in this seemingly joking sentence.

The so-called proud son of heaven, the breaker of the balance of the world, the god of the world who stands above hundreds of millions of creatures since his birth, there are those who fear and believe, but there are more, but hidden in the shadows, Numerous enemies with jealousy and malice.

His existence directly reshuffles the forces in the magic world. This is no longer a question of "whose cake is touched". If it is not handled properly, how many forces will form an alliance with curse masters and curse spirits? against him alone.

If it wasn't for another "Ten Shadows" from this generation of Chanyuan family, I'm afraid there will be gaps within the Yusan family, and it will be divided.

Human cubs are soft and delicate, fragile and fragile, and this is the best time to strike, only fools will miss it.

It can be said that wherever Wujo Wujo exists, there must be an assassin.

If he wants to travel, before he reaches adulthood, every step he takes will be closely protected by layers of guards, and he is only allowed to move within the Wutiao family on weekdays.

The Wutiao family's protection of him has already reached a pathological point.

This is also why Gojo Satoru dislikes the family atmosphere. He is not ignorant, but the ubiquitous restraints are strangling his throat, and he is so oppressed that he can't breathe. He seems to be locked in a huge and exquisite bird cage. Everything is lacking, except freedom.

Gojo Satoru hated the way his family looked at him.

This made him feel that he was just a precious six-eyed carrier, not a living person of flesh and blood.

They didn't dare to meet his gaze, dare not look directly into his eyes, what echoed in his ears was always the sound of "young master" in fear.

The servants were afraid of causing him a little dissatisfaction, and offending this young master whose status in some respects was even higher than that of the Patriarch.

Brothers and sisters by blood have never been close to him, and they have detoured far away when they saw him, just because they clearly understand the order of their status, they dare not even show their jealousy and envy to him.

As for his father, he would only put pressure on him blindly, arrange his homework, install secret guards for him, and compress his limited free space even more narrowly.

When he finished his homework, his father laughed and rubbed his head when he saw the perfect grade, saying, "It is indeed my proudest work!"

"Wu, as long as you are here, the Wutiao family will usher in unprecedented prosperity—"

His father regarded him as a bargaining chip for the prosperity of the family.

He also visited his biological mother, and had little expectations for his biological mother.

However, when his mother kneeled in front of him and called him "Master Wu" respectfully and politely, Wujo Wu suddenly felt extremely bored.

This family, no matter the father, mother, siblings or servants, is lifeless and lifeless.

A huge invisible gap separates him from the world of mortals.

Gojo Satoru seems to be born in a higher dimension, he shouldn't blend into them, he shouldn't contact mortals, he should sit on a solemn and majestic altar and accept people's worship.

Then--

Incredible things happened.

In this rotten and sticky mud, a vibrant flower bloomed.

As if infused with warm-toned light, a girl who "doesn't know etiquette and rules" ran to his study, the brilliance in her eyes seemed to be glowing with infinite vitality, and she stretched out her hand to him happily .

"Do you want to escape together?"

the first time.

Someone waved away the dull air, and when he himself was watching coldly and almost numb, he pulled him out of the deep mud. It seemed that there was wind around her, and fresh air from the outside was blowing in, mixed with morning dew. Feeling refreshed, he pushed open the door of the birdcage.

At that moment, he heard something, broken and crisp and sweet, really beautiful.

This person seems very interesting.

With such thoughts in mind, Gojo Satoru responded to her declaration of "rebellion".

"Okay."

Maybe she didn't know it herself.

When he first met her, she was like a free bird, standing on a branch and looking down at him, the first feeling she brought to him was-amazing.

The first impression was so deep that it almost affected his normal judgment.

After finally throwing himself into an objective perspective, Gojo Satoru decided to get in touch with her at close range, so he might as well deepen his relationship with her so that he could see clearly.

Is this new sister of his for that special person?

So things got out of hand.

When Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, the relationship between the two of them was already so close that others would turn their heads.

It's not difficult to guess her thoughts, there is almost no city, and because of this, Gojo Satoru is particularly moved by her audacity.

She was really dragged down by her frail body.

Climbing trees and climbing walls, skipping classes to catch fish, she dared to do anything, she was like a wild child who grew up in the countryside, running around the world, if her illness and weakness did not drag her down, she would have turned Wutiao's family upside down.

A skinny sister.

He just loves it.

Later, Gojo Satoru and Ayin were able to cooperate tacitly with secret signals to trick parents into skipping school and running away from home. The deep revolutionary friendship between the two further warmed up, and they secretly invited each other to spend the night in their room.

Although most of the time the two of them played tricks under the covers - thanks to their good night vision.

The days with her were so happy that Gojo Satoru couldn't help but slowly relax his vigilance.

Forget the past depression, forget the indifferent and numb mentality, and forget the grotesque world. Although it is as beautiful and gorgeous as a dream, it also hides murderous intentions and is full of dangers.

The nerve that should have been tense relaxed.

Then, an accident happened suddenly, and a tragedy happened.

It never occurred to him that he and A Yin skipped class together, went out so many times and were safe and sound, but he was assassinated at the cherry blossom viewing party where the guards seemed to be airtight and the defense was airtight.

It took only a moment for Gojo Satoru to understand.

The opponent's target is him.

As for A Yin, she was implicated by herself.

The bird was hit by an arrow, and its blood-soaked wings could still fly?

The crowd surrounded them layer by layer, and countless people's eyes fell on the girl who fell to the ground. Many of them let out a long sigh of relief when they found that it was A Yin who was injured instead of Gojo Satoru.

When Wujo Satoru heard this, his already ugly face became even more gloomy.

"Original Yan." The white-haired boy said a name with a calm face.

The crowd moved out of the way, and a young man with black eyes came out.

He bowed slightly: "I would like to listen to the young master's order."

Patriarch Wutiao had left the scene and hurried back to the family to deal with follow-up matters.

It was ridiculous to say that so many people present, including many adults, were all staring at a boy who was only ten years old, and regarded him as the backbone.

Gojo Satoru's brain was spinning at a high speed, following a few instructions, and prescribing the right medicine, the order in the cherry garden was restored in an instant, and people's hearts could be stabilized.

Listening to this series of orderly instructions, his elder brother sighed secretly.

His father had already revealed his intention to choose Gojo Satoru as the heir. He was not surprised, but the status of the eldest son made him occasionally feel unwilling. He felt that if it wasn't because of Six Eyes, he should be the heir.

Until he saw with his own eyes how Gojo Satoru judged the situation decisively, gave orders, and calmed people's hearts. This excellent adaptability and his calm attitude finally made him realize that his younger brother's genius aptitude was not just about cursing On the artisan side.

He was ashamed.

In fact, he thought about it.

Gojo Satoru was not calm.

On the contrary, he felt that he was on the verge of going berserk at any time, and he was supported by a sliver of rationality.

He told himself repeatedly: Calm down, now is not the time to lose your temper.

He is still needed here, and the hidden guards, doctors, and even several other brothers and sisters are all waiting for his decision.

She also... needs him.

So he can't get out of hand, absolutely not.

He glanced at the young girl surrounded by doctors and forced himself to look away.

It's too late to regret it.

What he has to do now is to remedy as much as possible.

He didn't even dare to ask the doctor's judgment result, so he devoted himself to catching the assassin and forcibly diverted his attention, as if he wouldn't get a bad result if he didn't ask, it was like deception.

"Kaito, Ju, Yuta..."

Gojo Satoru casually nodded a few heads.

A few black shadows flitted from the side, causing a little commotion in the crowd, until these people showed up, they didn't notice the existence of these people at all!

They are all dark guards raised in the Wutiao family since childhood, and many of them are orphans taken in by the Wutiao family, and they all have a certain talent for magic power.

Before the emergence of public schools in the world of magic, children with talent for magicians who wandered in the world often entered the world of magic in this way—by being taken in as servants by the Yusanjia.

They had already signed a bond with the Wutiao family, and the Wutiao family gave them a place to stay. In exchange, they had to offer their loyalty and dedicate their lives to the Wutiao family.

Several hidden guards named by Gojo Wujo knelt down on one knee in silence, waiting for the order from the superior.

"You guys, follow me to investigate the location of the assassin." Gojo Satoru's words seemed to be poisoned, "Then kill him."

"Master Wu." Someone said hoarsely, "This matter is too dangerous, just leave it to us to investigate, and you don't have to take the risk yourself."

"Oh?"

Gojo Satoru smiled.

The boy's face is immature, and his beautiful facial features have not yet opened. When he smiles, he can vaguely glimpse the demeanor of heaven and man in the future.

He rarely showed a smile. This short-lived smile has a strong visual impact, and others can't help but lose their minds for a moment.

But the hidden guard who was facing him saw something deeper.

His smile was full of sarcasm.

"Am I underestimated?"

"Or……"

Gojo Wu walked leisurely in the courtyard, walked slowly to the front of the dark guard, then raised his hand, flexing his fingers very casually——

Boom!

The surface of the ground was plowed for a kilometer, and the petals were scattered and fluttering, like a rain of cherry blossoms, stagnant in the air for a moment, and then swept away by the strong airflow that followed.

The earth cracked, and ravines appeared horizontally.

For a moment, there was no sound.

Gojo Satoru's voice followed.

"Do you think your strength can match that of 'Six Eyes'?"

The dark guard didn't dare to speak any more, his head lowered even lower.

Like the tide receding, Wujo Wu's smile quickly faded, leaving only indifference.

"If you understand, don't come to get in the way. Do your job well, and if you dare to drag me down, you will be expelled."

No one dared to say anything.

Including Gojo Satoru's brothers and sisters, everyone saw Gojo Satoru's swift and resolute handling of things, and involuntarily parted to the two sides, making way for him.

When Gojo Satoru and the doctor passed by, he heard a sigh that was almost whispered.

"Master, this is a curse..."

Wutiao Wu's eyebrows and eyes were cold, he said nothing, and hurriedly passed them.

……

She will be fine.

She will survive.

Before that, he will repay all her injuries and pains a hundredfold.

The author has something to say: This chapter explains Xiaowu's mental journey (strategy journey?)

Soon he will find that A Yin cannot be saved, and when the anger is extinguished, the embers will only have a sad temperature.

The copy is be (sure

It can also be renamed "A Record of the Formation Process of Ayin's Death ptsd About Youwu"