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

The rescue process went very smoothly.

This paradise opened up by the ancients, easy to return to ease, but it is easy to paralyze the soul.

In front of real magicians, the villagers are at most just some "outsiders" who know the existence of the other world, ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens.

Gojo Satoru didn't even make a move. Ayin stopped him, for fear that this person might accidentally lose control of his strength and blow up his entire village.

That night.

In a hotel outside the mountain boundary.

In the quiet and clear night sky, the moon gauze is lightly drawn, and thinly draped on the tatami mats, casting a layer of silver light on the two sleeping children.

The two children were really tired, and they insisted on "escaping" from Taoyuan Village with Ayin until late at night. among.

They came to the vast world they longed for.

The future,? Once again confusing.

Ayin's room is next to them.

She did not fall asleep, but lit a kerosene lamp, dipped in ink, and wrote on the spread letter paper under the dim light.

[His Excellency Chan Yuan personally sends:

I'm sorry I didn't write a letter until today, I hope it didn't worry you.

Your Excellency Wujo and I have already found the holy object, and what happened in between can be described as wonderful...

The sacred object has been sealed in the enchantment of Taoyuan Village for a long time. It has been enshrined in the Goddess Temple for thousands of years and has been guarded by the villagers of Taoyuan Village for generations.Although this is the traditional mission of the village, it also raises a series of questions.

For example, people yearn for freedom.

We met two children on the road, one named Xiayou Yuzhen, and the other named Hashiki Riko.The two of them are young, but they have already developed curiosity about the outside world. Looking at them, I feel like I am looking at two fledgling chicks who are about to fly.

In addition, I have to explain one thing to Your Excellency Zenyuan, this is an accident...

This young man named Yuzhen drank my blood, and through various chances and coincidences, he inherited my art.

I want to bring him into the world of magic, can I? 】

A Yin resisted the habit of chattering, and briefly talked about the information of Xiataoyuan Village, the tradition of this village, and the connection with the goddess.

She believed that after that, she would not need to bother herself, and the village's affairs would be investigated by the upper echelons of the magic world.

As for the dream that the holy object led her into, Ayin didn't mention a word.

For some reason, she felt a little apprehensive, as if this experience was a time bomb buried deep in the ground, which might detonate at any time.

She blew on the letter to dry the ink, then folded it and stuffed it inside the envelope.

She was actually quite embarrassed.

All along, she was the one who troubled Her Excellency of the Chanyuan to clean up the mess for her.

Just like this time, the matter of adopting these two children.Xiayou Yuzhen can still convince himself with the reason that "he is also a magician", but Lizi's sister is an ordinary person, and she can't get along with the world of magic.

Ayin stretched her waist, stared at the bright moon outside the window and stared blankly for a while.

She was about to extinguish the kerosene lamp, when a cold wind suddenly rose outside the window, blowing Ayin's loose hair, she squinted her eyes, and before she got up, she felt that there was someone beside her.

Her white hair was picked up and gently combed for her with fingers.

Ayin showed surprise: "Your Excellency Wutiao? It's so late, are you still awake?"

"A Yin didn't sleep either."

Gojo Satoru was wearing a thin bathrobe, and a few strands of long white hair fell obliquely on the side of his neck. He took off the blindfold, and stared straight at Ayin with a pair of invisible pupils.

Then, he looked at the letterhead that Ayin had just put away.

A Yin: ...?

She began to forcefully smile, and quietly moved the letter to the side of the table.

"What's the matter?" She tried to keep her tone as polite as possible.

But Gojo Satoru sighed exaggeratedly, tapped his forehead with a paper fan, with an annoyed expression.

"Ayin..." His tone was vicissitudes and tired, "Let me ask you a question."

"Well, tell me." Ayin said he was all ears.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Huh?" A Yin was taken aback, she didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly, she quickly fell into thinking, trying to remember, "If I remember correctly, it should be more than a year... right?"

"It's been more than a year." Gojo Satoru's tone became more tired, "Have you met friends who have known each other for more than a year, and they still use honorific names to call each other?"

Ayin understood what he meant, and she put on a embarrassed look: "But..."

It's too uncomfortable to call people by their first names directly.

Moreover, it would make her confuse the child in her dream with him in reality.

"No, but it's settled." Wujo Wu couldn't help but put on an assertive side, "It's fine for Ayin to call me 'Wu' from now on, we are friends."

He was right.

Ayin intuitively felt that there was something subtle wrong with it, but after looking at Wujo Wu's righteous speech, she couldn't find any faults after careful consideration, so she nodded in agreement.

"Okay then," A Yin paused, "Enlightenment."

In an instant, reality and illusion overlapped, and the face of the boy with white hair seemed to appear in front of him again.

Soon, this momentary illusion was broken by the adult man's laughter.

"That's right."

His lips and teeth fluttered, only to hear his voice suddenly lighten, like a lover's whispering between ears and temples, many tightly entangled feelings and thoughts were untied and twisted into incomprehensible patterns.

"...Ayin."

The journey was long, and he brought two children who had never seen the world with him. Anyway, the task deadline was loose, so Gojo Satoru simply waved his hand and led the two children to play along the road.

In Ah Yin's eyes, it was the older children playing with the younger ones.

As we all know, people always like to get together with people of their own age.

Ayin reluctantly put away the manned spaceflight mantra, and resignedly stepped forward, following the three people who had already released themselves.

Half of her brain was emptied, and while she was in a daze, she still had time to think about how many days had passed.

She still remembered that after the New Year's ceremony, she set off with Gojo Satoru to search for the holy object.

After that, the clan competition of the Chanyuan family followed closely. For the new generation of the Chanyuan family, it was a once-in-a-lifetime competition.

She had made a promise that she would definitely cheer for Zenyuan Jinyi...

Saying goodbye suddenly like this, I don't know if he will make a fuss.

The referee is the current patriarch, and Ayin believes in the fairness of this clan competition.

For Zenyuan Jinyi, this is also an excellent opportunity. Not only can he re-enter the clan, but he can also prove his strength in front of Zenyuanhui and all those who look down on him, and fight a beautiful turnaround Bar.

There was a faint smile on A Yin's face, like those two small dimples, and the joy was undisguised.

Hey, she thought to herself, I don't know if Jinichi can get along well with Yuzhen, it's really worrying.

She walked leisurely, and at a certain corner, the clogs stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the man at the corner of the road, only to see that his hair was as white as snow, clean and flawless, a petal of cherry powder fell from his shoulder, and she gently kissed his hair.

A Yin was looking at him, but he didn't look back.

The white-haired young man stood alone under the tall cherry blossom tree, raised his head slightly, and was fascinated by the dense clusters of cherry blossoms floating silently.

Ayin didn't bother.

She just followed his gaze and also looked at the blooming cherry tree.

She suddenly remembered that the cherry blossoms had already bloomed.

Spring is here.

.........

They didn't stay in the small town for too long, but a week was enough for Ayin to receive a letter from Kyoto Yuanchi. The envelope was sealed with the family emblem of the Zen Monastery.

Yuzhen and Lizi were very curious about the person whom Ayin had been writing to since he came down the mountain. However, although they were young, they were also sensible. Ask Gojo Satoru.

"Who is Sister Ayin writing to?"

Riko raised her head and asked crisply.

Gojo Satoru sat alone on the high stool, slowly making himself a cup of tea, feeling at ease.

A girl at this age has a rich imagination. Seeing Gojo Satoru pretending to be inscrutable and not answering directly, Riko tilted her head to think for a while, and suddenly said something.

"I got it! It's Sister Ayin's husband!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia You Yuzhen: "!!!"

"Lizi, don't talk nonsense!" Xia Youyu was so frightened that he jumped three feet high, and hurriedly covered Lizi's mouth, "Don't think about it, guess that sister Ayin's friends are more reliable than her husband."

"Why?" Lizi pushed away her little friend's hand, very unconvinced, "Sister Ayin smiled so sweetly when she received the letter. My mother said that women generally only smile when they receive letters from their lovers." Very sweet and beautiful!"

Xia Youyuzhen argued with Lizi, and said in a hurry: "Impossible! If it is sister Ayin's lover, how can Your Excellency Wujo sit here and drink tea calmly... Uh."

The two children froze at the same time.

Moving his gaze up inch by inch, Gojo Satoru's pretty face was almost the shadow of a devil when he smiled.

"Oh?" He put down the teacup in his hand, and asked with great interest, "Why can't I just sit and drink tea calmly?"

Gojo Satoru's gaze was too stressful, even though he didn't show a trace of murderous intent, it still made the two children sweat and hug each other.

"In your eyes, what is the relationship between me and A Yin? Tell me?" He smiled like a black lotus blooming, "I'm quite curious."

Xia Youyu hesitated: "Ah, ah..."

This is a proposition! !

He closed his eyes, "Because of the way His Excellency Wutiao and Sister Ayin got along along the way, I thought you were actually lovers or a fiancé couple... Sorry for my misunderstanding, I won't speculate any more!"

It can't be his fault.

Whoever witnessed the interaction between the two along the way would have this kind of misunderstanding!

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That's it."

Is it still too obvious?

Rubbing the head of a certain young boy who was tremblingly waiting to be violent, Gojo Satoru's tone slowed down a bit: "It's okay, it's okay~ You are still young, so it's understandable that you are ignorant about this~"

Although, Mr. Wutiao, your voice is about to float.

"The one who wrote the letter to Ayin is not her lover or husband." Gojo Satoru raised a finger and explained to them patiently, "It's my friend and Ayin, who is currently working in the magic circle. The head of the Buddhist monastery is a person who is on an equal footing with me."

"what!"

The two children stood in awe.

Along the way, they have seen how terrifying Wujo Wu's power background is. Similarly, the other patriarch is probably the one they can only look up to at present.

"However," Gojo Satoru's smile gradually deepened, "it's just a poor piece of wood."

Mensao has no way out!

I'm sorry, Your Excellency Zenyuan, I have to overtake in a curve.

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