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

If the heavens give Kei one more chance——

He certainly wouldn't keep the cloth bag of papers within reach.

.........

After A Yin left, Gojo Satoru didn't know why he lost his temper.

Nested at the Zenyuan home and refused to leave.

Wutiao's family was also very helpless, Wutiao Wu lost his temper, and these servants could only bear it.

Although... even they can see it.

No matter how much Gojo Satoru waited, he couldn't wait for her.

Wheeler was a bystander.

He only recovered a small part of his previous life memories,? They were all fragmented daily pictures, and there were not many important information involved.

But even if it is just a little bit of daily scenes, it seems that there are shadows of Gojo Wu from the previous life everywhere.

Zenyuanhui in her previous life? It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, she has been compared with Wujo Wu all the time.

Six Eyes is so genius.

This guy was chased by God to feed him. He was born with excellent aptitude that made countless people envious and jealous.

Zenyuan Hui is the "Ten Shadows" born in the same year as the "Six Eyes".

People naturally regard them as a control group, no matter whether they are in the same situation or not, they will inevitably be compared with each other.

Chanyuanhui was under the greatest pressure.

His aptitude is not bad,? It can even be said that he is a rare genius, but he knows in his heart that his "genius" is different from Gojo Satoru's "genius".

Almost every time, Gojo Satoru was ahead of him, and then he chased desperately under the breathless weight.

The gap between ordinary magicians and Wujo Wu is like a moat, they can only look up in awe, amazed.

But Chanyuanhui couldn't.

They forced him to cross the gap that mortals couldn't cross,? Forcing him to touch the back of the Six-Eyed Son,? Unswervingly trying to make him the "strongest" replica.

Zenyuan Hui has lived in such an environment for more than twenty years.

It's no wonder he has a good face towards Gojo Satoru.

Even Kei, who only inherited a little bit of memory, doesn't mind causing Gojo Satoru a little trouble.

In the Zenyuan family, everyone was serving the young master of the Wutiao family tremblingly, lest he would touch the bad luck of this increasingly moody adult,? Ena was calm and composed, drinking tea and watching the theater leisurely, which was incompatible with the general environment, and was extremely conspicuous .

Zenyuan Naoya once looked for him.

For this "competitor" who might come to snatch the succession of the patriarch, Zenyuan Naoya didn't like it at first.

Later... Zenyuan Naoya became Shier's fanboy.

Then, everything changed.

In order to get close to the idol in his heart, Zenyuan Naoya began to try every means to build a good relationship with those close to him.In the whole Zenyuan family, apart from his wife, the only one who could have anything to do with Shier was his son.

Naoya and Hui may still have a conflict of inheritance rights.

But children, what kind of deep hatred will there be.

Playing together for two days, flying a kite and playing hide-and-seek, we chatted soon after we got used to it.

When Zenyuan Naoya approached Shanghui, he had a pig's face with blue and purple purple.

Hui was surprised.

"You..." he asked hesitantly, "Why did you get beaten again?"

After Ayin took over the Zenyuan family, apart from being beaten a few times for disobedience at the beginning, Zenyuan Zhizai was rarely beaten after he learned to be good, not to mention that now that Ayin has left, Zenyuan Zhizai's father has re-elected, and there is no one Dare to hit him.

"Forget about—"

Speaking of this, Zenyuan Naoya gritted his teeth.

"When will that damn Liuyan from the Wutiao family be willing to go back?!"

Didn't he just lose his mind after his father took office again, did he forget the pain when the scar was healed?

As soon as the bad nature he was used to got out of his head, he was hammered to the ground by Wujo Wu who was passing by.

Fortunately, his skin is thicker now, otherwise Gojo Satoru would beat him to the medical center.

Naoya of the Chanyuan was aggrieved.

But he also knew Gojo Satoru's identity, and confirmed his eyes, he was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

I can only come to Hui to complain.

Hui calmly brewed a cup of Tieguanyin.

Well, drinking tea is really addictive.No wonder Ah Yin ordered a large box of tea from across the sea every month.

"If he doesn't go back, just pretend you didn't see it."

Zenyuan choked up.

He understood Hui's meaningful eyes.

【Who told you to kill yourself. 】

As the only behind-the-scenes man who knows the purpose of A Yin's journey and lured A Yin out, Hui Ke is happy.

Only he knows the clues of the prison gate.

It's a pity that Wujo Wu can only be incompetent and furious at the Zenyuan's house.

Tsk, how could Gojo Satoru be so happy when he was deflated.

Hui's sunny mood lasted until the morning of the second week.

The Zenyuan family has strict rules, and no one dares to enter his house without his permission. As time goes by, Hui is also negligent.

All the papers of Huihui from the previous life Chanyuan were put into a cloth bag, and he put them in the drawer of the bedside table, so he could take them at hand.

He never expected that Gojo Satoru was the man who broke the rules.

.........

gloomy.

panic.

depressed.

Like a fish deprived of oxygen, the white-haired boy opened his lips and breathed with difficulty. His brows were tightly drawn together, and large drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Completely, the appearance of being haunted by a nightmare.

Negative emotions entangled like black threads tightened his throat, blocking the inflow and outflow of airflow, his brain was hot, but his whole body was cold.

"...!!"

It only takes a moment for the dream to shatter.

After the pair of blue eyes opened suddenly, they were still in shock, and the vision in the trembling pupils was blurred, and it took two or three seconds to get into focus.

Afterwards, he sat up slowly, brushed his cuff casually across his forehead, and breathed calmly.

However, just now in the dream, the despair in my heart still remained.

The memory about the dream receded like a tide.

But it was tens of seconds late, and he couldn't remember clearly.

After a long time, Gojo Satoru let out a low laugh.

What happened to him recently?Are you cursed?

It's not the first time I've been caught in a nightmare.

It seems that since...after he was stabbed in the head by that bastard Shier, a certain seal in his brain was also partly pried open. After he fell asleep, they would turn into monsters of the deep sea and drag him into the bottom of the sea without any explanation.

Not right.

There must be something... not right.

His heartbeat was still stalling due to the previous dream, but he couldn't even remember the content of the dream.

As if some kind of force majeure prevented him from remembering.

Gojo Satoru's face darkened slightly.

He jumped onto the eaves lightly without making a sound.

Taking off his sunglasses, he can see the world in all directions.

He suspected that the land of the Chanyuan family was haunted by an imperceptible curse.

Unexpectedly, the curse was not discovered, but the unexpected joy was seen.

"That direction is..."

Gojo Satoru caressed his upper lip, curious: "Is it Megumi?"

Huh, that's weird.

Why is there hidden in that child's room a huge magic power that even he would pay attention to?

Not a curse.

That magic power was not offensive, nor was it the disgusting feeling of a curse spirit that looked like a filthy mixture.

Gojo Satoru decided to take a look.

Coincidentally, Hui was not there.

The closer he was to the house, the stronger the sense of magic power that made him feel subtly uncomfortable.

Relying on his six eyes, Gojo Satoru took three seconds to confirm the source of the spell power, and then he opened the drawer without any psychological burden, and looked down.

Yo, so many little paper people?

.........

The voice suddenly fell silent.

The dandelions stopped flying, the grass blades stopped swaying, and the birds folded their wings, hugging each other in groups of three and two, and huddled in the small bird's nest.

The floating clouds lost their direction, as if the physical parameters in the space were completely disrupted by a hand, everything in the world no longer obeyed the established physical rules, the north and south magnetic poles of the earth began to be disordered, and animals lost their direction completely.

All sounds are silent.

Hui suddenly raised his head, almost panicked eyes went straight to the direction of his own house.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions... are enough to compare with any natural disaster, and the incalculable and terrifying magic power exploded in an instant!

The center of it is Hui's bedroom in the Chanyuan home.

There is only one person in the whole world who possesses such mana power.

After taking a few breaths with difficulty, Hui narrowed her eyes, leaned on the corner of the table, and barely stood up.

Naoya, the Zen garden next to him, was unlucky. He was suddenly hit by the aftermath of the spell, and now his legs were shaking physiologically, and he was slumped on the table, unable to stand up.

His voice was thin and trembling slightly: "That... what?"

"I want to know too." Hui took a deep breath, "What is that guy crazy about!"

The Chanyuan family sounded the first-level alarm.

Headed by Zhibiren of the Zen Academy, the guard team [Bing] reorganized by the former head of the family, A Yin, is ready for battle.

On the periphery of [Bing], Shi Er stood there expressionlessly, and beside him were members of the martial arts faction of [Body Stay Team].

It is almost the entire defense force of the Chanyuan family.

Surround a house layer by layer.

A drop of sweat dripped from the temple's forehead.

Of course he knew who the people in the room were, didn't he see that Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to cover up his figure, and was openly exposed to all of them.

The Zenyuan Zhipi people just couldn't figure out how their family had offended the young master.

It got out of control.

As the leader of all the people present, the Zenyuan Zhipiren had no choice but to go forward to negotiate with the other party under pressure.

"Your Excellency Wujo Wu, I wonder if my Zenyuan family has not arranged well...?"

The white-haired boy tilted his head slightly.

The voice of the people directly adjacent to the Zen courtyard stopped abruptly, and the pupils shrank suddenly.

He even took a step back subconsciously.

It has been rumored in the world of magic that the complete form of the six eyes is neither happy nor sad nor angry nor sad, and the clear eyes that strip away the emotions and desires. When the divinity is full, it is the moment when it can exert its strongest effect.

Like the silver galaxy of the universe.

The most mysterious gem in the world, beyond the beauty of heaven.

Only then did they realize that Gojo Satoru was volleying.

The toes did not touch the ground, but stayed a few inches above the ground, throwing off gravity, and being lifted up by the invisible airflow.

They saw that the pupils of the gods turned slightly, and their faces were reflected.

"where is she?"

The sound was diffused by the mantra, appearing ethereal.

It does not contain emotional fluctuations, the tone of the words is slow and shallow, the ending is elongated and heavy, and the words are sighed. This is an ancient noble way of speaking. Complicated traditional etiquette.

got no response.

His eyes became more and more indifferent, like frost that would not melt for thousands of years.

"Last time, 1 minute."

The gods judge like this.

"answer me."

The author has something to say: wtw was only stimulated by the things in Hui's paper, and his memory was stimulated back.

Now his memory should stay in the period of "A Yin died under my hand", the period of the martial arts competition in front of the imperial court, because he subconsciously thought it was not important, so he was overwhelmed by the memory of A Yin's death hahhhh

It can be said to be the most unstable period.

But at this time, A Yin was not there.