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

The gears of fate turn and coincide, and the pointer of time turns backwards and freezes at the moment of the first encounter.

Pushing aside the vast sea of ​​clouds, she looked down from the endless sky above,? It seemed to be a glimpse,? The time that was shrouded in thick fog.

On that quiet night, she and Gojo Satoru met "for the first time".

The secluded forest is tightly clustered, the cold leaves are falling, he seems to come from the moonlight, the snow-white hair is embellished with the only bright color, and the blue pupil is ancient and distant.

His brows and eyes curved gently, and a low smile appeared,? He pushed aside the lush branches and leaves, and stretched out his hand towards her.

Ah Yin suddenly remembered that her "first encounter" with His Excellency Wutiao back then,? Her response to that person was like a coincidence? The spinning machine of fate went round and round, making their two misplaced threads, 20 years later. Once again entangled and intertwined.

As if in the dark,? It is destined by itself.

Ayin's soul drifted away, and once again fell into the mysterious feeling of being thrown into the vortex of time and space. From the distant sky, she took a last look at the scroll of first encounter at the beginning of time, and then layers of mist surrounded her. Lifting her frivolous consciousness, it soared upwards, as if floating from the deep sea.

A wild idea suddenly flashed in A Yin's mind.

[Your Excellency Wutiao, when he is silent, is really elegant like an immortal on the moon. 】

.........

Ayin was awakened by a dull pain.

She snorted, sat up with difficulty holding her chest, and raised her head blankly.

In the next second, she was attacked violently by Shengshi Meiyan, who occupied most of her field of vision, and she almost lay down again in a daze.

"Hey, I finally woke you up, don't go back to sleep again."

Gojo Goku quickly supported her shoulders.

"Wu Tiao...Your Excellency?" Ayin blinked, and her eyes saw light again, which made her a little uncomfortable.

However, the presence of the man in front of her was like an anchor, allowing her to immediately find her own position. She smiled comfortably, and her nervousness disappeared in an instant.

"Sorry, I seem to have had a very long dream."

The dream world is filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Gojo Satoru looked at her motionless, her figure was captured in his eyes, and it was like a small cage made of blue gel, freezing the most beautiful scenery at the moment of blooming, which would not change for thousands of years.

At this moment, Ah Yin felt that the man's aura was suddenly extremely dangerous.

The intuition of the little animal made her hair explode all over, just when she subconsciously wanted to jump up, Wujo Wu's palm suddenly pressed down, forcing her to stay in place.

Gojo Satoru picked up the blindfold that was thrown aside, and wrapped it around his eyes.

"Thank you, Yin."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru uttered such a sentence out of nowhere, which stunned Ayin.

And he himself did not intend to explain this, but cut into the topic of reality.

"I was negligent, and I didn't take too much precaution against the holy object itself."

Gojo Satoru picked up a torch from nowhere and lit up the small temple. The seemingly unintentional action perfectly took care of A Yin who had just recovered his eyesight.

It was only then that Ayin discovered that there was a shrine in front of her and Gojo Satoru, and on the base in front of the shrine, a dim glass cup had been quietly waiting for a thousand years.

"I also know that after thousands of years, how could the sacred object still remain pure as it was in the Heian period... I wanted to set up an enchantment, but I didn't expect it to attack A Yin directly."

Gojo Satoru's tone was slightly annoyed, and he tapped his palm with the light folding fan.

"It's really, really embarrassing."

"Don't spread the word about Ah Yin, or I will lose my fame for the rest of my life."

A Yin opened his mouth, and found that there were too many slots, and he didn't know where to start.

She chose to shut up, but there was a strange sense of security in her heart.

how to say.

After experiencing that false and real dream, she looked at the adult version of Gojo Satoru at this time, as if she was seeing her family members.

Similar to "ah, by the way, this is the character of Mr. Wujo" - this kind of mental state.

After being cursed and tortured for a long time, she finally returned to her healthy and safe ghost body. A Yin was very happy, bouncing around and doing radio gymnastics in place, full of vitality, as if she was back to the time when she jumped up and down at Wutiao's house and skipped class In the days of slipping away.

Even her voice was tinged with lightness: "I said earlier that it is human nature to be negligent, and Your Excellency Wutiao is also a human being."

"Besides, this holy object didn't cause any substantial harm to me." This could be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru turned around suddenly: "What did the holy thing do to A Yin?"

Ayin scratched the back of her head embarrassingly, and said, "Probably... let me have a sweet dream."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment.

His tone was inexplicable: "...a sweet dream?"

"It's a beautiful dream." Ayin was very sure.

To be able to meet Gojo Satoru Lily and Zenyuan Huilily, and accompany them to spend a period of childhood 20 years ago, this is, in a sense, the luck of winning the lottery.

The only regret is that A Yin failed to make Gojo Satoru call her sister before she died.

It's a shame to lose [-] million yuan.

Gojo Satoru squeezed Ayin's cheek, very hard, pinching out red marks on Ayin's white and tender skin.

"It hurts...!" Ah Yin was speechless.

Gojo Satoru snorted softly: "So you still know pain. I almost thought that Ah Yin's pain-sensing nerves are different from ordinary people."

"Why do you have this illusion?"

He didn't answer.

Wujo Wu's hand drooped naturally, wrapping A Yin's hand, "Okay, we've been wasting time for a long time, take the sacred object away early, and go home early."

A Yin covered the pinched red half of her face, and let out an "oh".

Although it is already a consensus that the behavior of Wutiao Your Excellency cannot be deduced by common sense.

But today's Lord Wutiao is particularly inexplicable.

A Yin recalled that at that time, thick fog was everywhere, almost covering the entire mountain.

The path Wujo Wu took should also be within the range of the fog.

Ayin was a little worried: "Didn't the sacred object do anything to Your Excellency Gojo?"

Even she was almost trapped in a dream and couldn't come back.

So what about Gojo Satoru, what did he see in the illusion?

A Yin's response was an imperceptible chuckle.

"you guess?"

Ayin's dead fish eyes: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Gojo Satoru rubbed her head with a smile.

The pedestal for enshrining the holy object was not big, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and went straight to take it.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the glass, a circle of ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and the magic power flowed like a purple arc, piercing his fingers.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows slightly.

Immediately, he picked up his folding fan, and simply and roughly split the small barrier protecting the holy object!

The purple arc flashed suddenly, crackling like a small-scale thunder, and the white light swallowed the temple in an instant. There were crisp cracking sounds, like glass that was forcibly broken, and the crystal reflective fragments scattered all over the ground. .

Ayin: "..."

Grass.

This person actually took it by force.

You are awesome or you are awesome.

Ayin was shocked.

In her impression, although Your Excellency Wutiao is quick-fisted and loves to cause trouble, he is still clear about major issues.

He just broke the enchantment of the holy object directly, and he is not afraid of triggering any hidden traps, or is he very confident in himself, no amount of traps can defeat him?

Looking at Wujo Wu's posture just now, people who didn't know thought he was going to tear down the glass cup, as if he had some deep hatred for the sacred object.

Gojo Satoru took out the glass cup from the base smoothly, and shook it in front of A Yin: "Okay, we can go home now."

Ayin lifted the ugly treasure with a complicated face, opened its mouth, and let the glass roll in smoothly.

"After seeing the real thing, I really can't believe the rumors..."

"Ok?"

"However, it looks like an ordinary cup." Ayin patted Choubao on the head, "It's really as magical as the rumors say, can any wish come true?"

From the very beginning, A Yin was not optimistic about the so-called Holy Grail.

The last Holy Grail has already leveled Fuyuki City, so there is no guarantee that this one is not a bad thing.

As we all know, the universal wishing machine is a scam.

"Well, I don't believe it either." Gojo Wujo spread his hands, "It's just that you understand, Ayin, people like us are mostly involuntary."

"The magic world has searched for holy objects for thousands of years. Now this glazed cup is an indelible obsession for the magic world. Even if it really doesn't have the rumored wish-making effect, it must be found."

Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly softened, as if muttering to himself: "Obsession is a terrible thing, especially for lunatics in the magic world."

"Your Excellency Wutiao really has no idea at all." A Yin looked at him meaningfully, "I heard from Your Excellency the Chanyuan that you are very dissatisfied with the current system and class in the magic world, and you have always hoped that one day you can give the corrupt and inflexible Bringing about revolution in the magic world?"

Even when Gojo Satoru insisted on letting her enter the world, it was because, as a new force, she would have the opportunity to add fuel to the chaos in the future.

"That's right." Gojo Goto paused, and suddenly turned up the volume in disbelief, "No way, does Ayin think that I will use the power of the holy object to achieve my goal?"

"If you do that, what's the difference between me and those rotten oranges..." Gojo Wujo clutched his chest in pain, and started to cry, "Ayin actually looks at me like that, so sad, woohoo."

Ayin ignored his flamboyant acting skills: "Besides, Wutiao-dono is so hopeless, and doesn't have a single wish to be fulfilled?" She glanced suspiciously over.

"Not at all."

He smiled and squeezed Ayin's fingertips.

"I've already achieved it."

.........

Ayin didn't know how long the outside world had passed when she was dragged into the illusion.

According to Gojo Satoru, he realized something was wrong after he felt the fluctuation of the magic power of the sacred object. When he followed the filth of her magic power to find her, A Yin was lying on the stone road, sleeping soundly.

Calculated carefully, it was only half an hour.

The curse spirit that A Yin released to make trouble caused the villagers at the bottom of the mountain to be devastated, and bought enough time for the two of them, and even had some spare time.

This makes what they do next easier.

"I remember, Hiroshi described Riko's appearance..."

Ayin huddled in the bushes, looked at the immature red and white witch who was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the temple, stroked her chin, her eyes were sharp.

Xia Youyuzhen's painting skills are unsightly, and Ayin used his imagination to get the general appearance of Lizi from his description.

This little friend of Xia Youyuzhen, a poor girl who has been restrained and free, has a cute face that is suitable for smiling. Unfortunately, after being sent to the temple, she rarely smiled.

"Ayin, what do you want to do?"

"It goes without saying—"

A Yin propped himself up on the grass and leaned forward.

"To save the poor caged bird that has lost its freedom, go!"

A Yin jumped up and ran briskly towards the red and white witch.

Wujo Wu was left alone, leaning against the big tree, watching her back with leisure.

"Oh……"

Running really fast.

Save the caged bird?

Gojo Gojo smiled, with a bit of evil humor.

How dare you say it, A Yin.

The author has something to say: Wujo Satoru's favorability: +∞