The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"That said, it seems to be true."

Really can't see this person and cat fighting across species, Tanjiro scratched the cat's chin, and slowly stroked the cat's fluffy long hair, trying to calm the cat's emotions at the moment.

With the pointing out by Iiri Glass, Tanjiro finally understood why he found this cat very familiar for no reason.

Thinking of this, Tanjiro couldn't help squinting his eyes and chuckling.

His chest vibrated, and the strength in his hands couldn't help increasing, which caused the cat to cry out in dissatisfaction.

"Ah, sorry."

Perhaps because of his recent closeness to cats, Tanjiro has become more and more skilled at stroking cats.

The cat squinted its eyes comfortably in his arms, and didn't even bother to fight with Gojo Satoru, so it was immersed in Tanjirou's arms.

"Looking at it this way, it looks more like it."

Xia Youjie touched his chin and said affirmatively.

"Jay!"

"Indeed it is."

Tanjiro nodded in agreement.

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide in disbelief, never expecting Tanjirou to think so.

"Where am I so similar to this cat!"

He rushed forward, no matter what he said this time, he wanted to pull that damn stinky cat out of Tanjirou's arms.

But the cat's movements were much more flexible than his.

The cat raised its eyes, and when it saw Gojo Satoru was going to move, it stood up from Tanjirou's arms without hesitation, jumped out nimbly, and walked around behind Tanjirou, clinging tightly to Tanjirou's ankle .

As a result, Wujo Wu rushed to nothing.

"Dead cat." Gojo Satoru, who had somehow competed with the cat, cursed.

"Come here for me."

If Tanjiro hadn't stopped him, he would definitely want this cat to look good!

The cat ignored him.

The white-haired cat simply lay down on the ground, just right next to Tanjiro's feet, and yawned lazily, not even bothering to share Gojo Satoru with his eyes.

"Okay, Wu."

Really can't see Wujo Wu and a cat can't get through, Xia Youjie sighed, and pulled him back.

Out of some gloating mind, Xia Youjie must be pleasing to the eye when he sees that cat now:

"It's childish to fight with a cat."

Xia Youjie held the person back, and Tanjiro quickly picked up the cat, touching the cat's soft belly and warm fur with his hands. The excellent feel made Tanjiro squint his eyes.

"Speaking of which, I've known you for so long, and I still don't know your name."

Tanjiro held the cat up to his eyes, his maroon eyes stared straight at the cat's crystal blue pupils.

"Looking at it this way, you and Wu Jun really look alike."

"Ah, that's right!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Tanjirou's eyes lit up.

"I know what to name you."

Wutiao Wu, who was held down by Xia Youjie, suddenly trembled, and a very bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Wait, Tanjirou!" he yelled hastily.

"If you dare—"

"Let's call you 'Wu-chan'!"

The moment I heard Tanjiro's voice

Gojo Satoru coughed violently;

The cat is stiff.

"It's a nice name, isn't it?"

However, Tanjiro didn't feel anything unusual, he just stroked the cat's hair, then turned his head and asked Xia Youjie who was still suppressing Gojo Satoru.

"Indeed--pretty good." Xia Youjie's voice was still trembling because of suppressed laughter, and several uncontrollable muffled laughs escaped from his throat.

He secretly increased his strength in his hands, and looked at Gojo Satoru who was completely stunned with a smile:

"It's really a very fitting name."

"Right, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru ignored him.

His mind was blank now.

"Wait a minute." Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, even the sunglasses couldn't block the shocked expression in Liuyan.

"Why did you use my name!"

"Also, is that a male cat?!"

"Eh, is that so?"

Tanjiro was taken aback, looking at the white cat in his arms.

"Wu-chan is actually a boy?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

It's all called out.

The cat in Tanjirou's arms was also stiff the moment he heard the name, staring blankly at Tanjirou, as if his brain had stopped.

"Wu-chan doesn't like this name?"

It took a long time for the cat to recover, and it fell limply in Tanjirou's arms, and let out a low energy, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"Good name."

Jia Ruozi bit the unlit tobacco, thought for a while, and put the lighter back.

She couldn't see Tanjiro, so naturally she couldn't hear Tanjiro's voice.

In fact, the current scene was also very strange in her eyes. Xia Youjie was holding Wujo Wu tightly, and the white cat was floating in the air.

—But what does it matter?

This didn't affect her desire to see Gojo Satoru's jokes at all.

"Hey--"

Wujo Gojo tried hard, and finally broke free from Xia Youjie's restraint.

"Haven't you asked my opinion?"

Using his name, only to laugh at him in turn?

"Well, no."

Xia Youjie nodded, admitting it bluntly.

Jiarui Nitro also echoed on the other side:

"Does your opinion matter?"

Together with Wujo Satoru who was hated: ...

This friend can't do it.

No matter how much Gojo Satoru resisted, under the "cynicism" of the two friends, the cat was still named "Wu-chan".

The cat also thought about struggling, but unfortunately, firstly, it and Tanjirou couldn't understand the language at all, and secondly, the power of a cat was too easy to be suppressed, and finally it had to accept the name.

"Ghost." Gojo Satoru looked at the cat that was completely paralyzed in Tanjirou's arms and refused to leave, the veins on his forehead popped out.

"Since the name has been chosen, you can also send this cat away."

He looked at the cat with disgust, "It's just as stupid as this cat."

The cat seemed to have heard his words, and raised its head to glance at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru can guarantee that he definitely saw the expression called "disdain" in the cat's eyes.

Wujo Wu raised his brows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and gritted his teeth secretly, finally resisting the urge to tear this cat apart again.

He looked at Tanjiro who was holding the cat, and suddenly had a bad guess.

"Ghost, you don't mean to raise this cat, do you?"

If this is the case, then either Gojo Satoru ran away from home, or the cat was kicked out.

"Hmm..." Tanjiro frowned, still unconsciously scratching the cat's head with his hand.

He had also thought about this possibility, but seeing Gojo Satoru's appearance...

Probably won't let him raise it.

"Speaking of which, you don't seem to be in any hurry to leave today."

Tanjirou realized something was wrong.

"Did something happen?"

The cat just rolled over in his arms and didn't answer him.

The white cat's cat stood upright, its crystal blue eyes fixed on the ghost in front of it, and the expression on Tanjirou's face at the moment was clearly reflected in the pure and clear cat pupils.

It suddenly exerted force, lifted its waist, and stepped on Tanjirou's arm with its back paw, the whole cat suddenly jumped up, and then leaned firmly on Tanjirou's shoulder.

"Eh……"

Surprised by the cat's behavior, Tanjiro paused, subconsciously holding his breath.

The cat's soft fur was scattered around the neck, and the warm body temperature penetrated the skin and was clearly conveyed to Tanjiro.

The cat seemed to lower its head, carefully leaning against Tanjirou's neck, the cat's soft and warm breath sprayed on the skin, as if it was sniffing Tanjirou's breath carefully.

Tanjiro hardly dared to move at this moment.

The cat was too close, and Tanjiro thought in a trance that he only needed to tilt his head slightly to rub against the cat's warm and smooth fur, and the tip of his nose was full of the cat's scent.

It wasn't just Tanjiro who was stunned.

Gojo Satoru was also stunned.

He stretched out his hand as if he had seen a ghost, and pointed at the cat that was still sniffing on Tanjirou's neck, unable to say a word for a long time.

It's a demonstration.

Gojo Satoru was absolutely certain that the dead cat was definitely on purpose!

The cat didn't pay attention to Gojo Satoru falling on it at all, as if it wanted to tear him off.

As if it had had enough of Tanjirou's breath, the cat raised its head again, its blue cat eyes staring straight into Tanjirou's eyes.

The cat's front paw was strong, and the back paw kicked, and it was close to Tanjirou's cheek.

Its wet nose was almost touching the tip of Tanjirou's nose, and its beard had already rubbed against Tanjirou's face, causing Tanjiro to back away uncontrollably.

The cat stuck out its tongue and licked the tip of its tender nose. From Tanjiro's perspective, he could clearly see the tiny barbs on the cat's tongue, and even had the illusion that his own lips were being licked by the cat.

"Ah..." He unconsciously let out a whisper from his mouth, looking at the cat in front of him, for some reason, he suddenly had the illusion that he was looking at someone.

——The look in this cat's eyes is a bit too human.

"Dead cat, let me go!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't sit still.

"Meow!" But the cat 'Wu Jiang' is not at all fond of fighting.

It turned its head suddenly, screamed at Gojo Satoru, as if after a demonstration, and ran away quickly and nimbly, Tanjirou didn't even have time to reach out and grab it.

Before he could catch up, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to grab it, and pulled Tanjiro into his arms without saying a word.

Gojo Satoshi is tall and burly, with long legs and long hands, and when he hugged Tanjirou tightly, Yugui almost couldn't breathe.

"Go-kun..." Tanjirou was still struggling.

"I feel bad for you like this..."

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem to hear him speak.

Just like the cat glanced at just now, Gojohan bent down, and the tip of his nose rubbed against the fragile and sensitive skin of Tanjirou's neck. The numbness and itchiness brought by the friction of hair and the spray of hot air during breathing made Tanjiro tremble all over, and his legs went limp , the subconscious is like falling backwards.

However, he is now held tightly by Wujo Wu, unable to move at all.

Gojo Satoru still thinks this is not enough.

As if he wanted to replace all of Tanjirou's memories just now, he turned his head up, held Tanjirou's face in his hands, and got very close.

It was obviously aggrieved to make such an action given his height, but Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice it, and just stared intently at the ghost in front of him.

Through the sunglasses, his six eyes fully reflected Tanjirou's figure at the moment.

"Don't look at that cat."

Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke.

"You just have to look at me."