When the blind date is 5t5

The sunlight passed through the chestnut-haired man's body and quietly fell on the slightly moist land by the river without leaving a shadow.

The part below the calf has completely dissipated, as if being eaten by some invisible beast, and his knees are gradually becoming transparent at a regular speed.

And he seemed to be unaware that he was disappearing, showing us a beautiful smile like the early spring cherry blossoms.

Yetou suddenly widened his eyes, pointed at Chunhe, and stammered at Zhiri and asked, "You, you didn't know him long ago, did you?"

Zhiri raised her chin proudly, "Of course. From the first time I saw Asuka, I sensed that there is another soul in her body. It's not like you, you can't even detect the breath of a god."

Yato was silent, and was hit into autism instead.

"So the little bird looks like this when it grows up? It really looks like me." There was a stroking on the head suddenly, and a man's voice was as clear and clear as water and blue stones.

I stared in astonishment at the chestnut-haired man who suddenly appeared in front of me. He was still a few steps away the last second.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, acted like a dragon whose treasure was touched by someone, or a big cat whose hair was blown up after being robbed of catnip.

He didn't care whether the person in front of him was my father or not, he knocked down the translucent arm with a wave of his hand.

Seeing this, I chose to move behind Gojo Satoru, poked my head out cautiously, stared at him and asked, "Are you dead or not?"

Facing my question, he was stunned for a moment, and then replied with relief: "Dead. Now I am just a fragment with memory."

"Oh," I can roughly guess how he just appeared, raised his eyebrows slightly, "So, you have been staying in my body for 25 years?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "However, he was asleep most of the time."

After finishing speaking, my eyes quietly fell on my platinum ring, which represented marriage.

I keenly caught his gaze, and lowered my eyes, trying to cover the waves in my eyes with my eyelashes.

When I was young, of course I had expectations for my father, and I also imagined what my father would look like.

However, the childhood memories in the coffee shop shattered the imaginary father in my mind.

There is no greatness, and no fatherly love. He gave all his love to his mother, leaving me with nothing but selfishness.

Thinking of this, I feel more and more like a lonely ship lost in the sea, unable to find a port to return to and stay at.

My right hand subconsciously grasped the corner of Gojo Satoru's clothes, and I pressed my forehead against his back as if evading, refusing to look at the face that was very similar to myself.

Just disappear, just disappear, a voice in my heart said indifferently, anyway, you have never loved me.

And as early as when the relationship was cut off, the mother's cold breath began to permeate.

Especially when the father appeared, it was like sparks falling into hot oil, boiling immediately.

Of course Gojo Satoru noticed this movement, he turned around and stared sharply at the super magic spirit gradually appearing on my body.

From appearance to complete appearance, this process probably took less than 2 minutes.

There were bursts of itching from the hair hanging down my neck, and the cold and venomous breath hit the sensitive neck silently, and my scalp felt numb immediately.

In the next second, before I recovered from the chills on my back, I saw Gojo Satoru shake off his hands expressionlessly.

In the dark, there was an invisible force galloping towards me, like a sharp arrow that was off its string.

In an instant, the super curse spirit on my body was blown away.

There is no resistance at all.

The bondage on my heart disappeared suddenly, I lowered my head in a daze, looked at the chest without snake tail, and breathed out a mouthful of stale air soundlessly.

The emotions that have been suppressed for many years can finally be released freely one day.

No longer caring about her ladylike posture, she squatted down and wiped her face, tears rolling down from her eyes.

With tears in my eyes, I saw Gojo Satoru pinching his fingers while walking towards the curse spirit not far away with a nasty smile.

This appearance is very similar to the vicious and arrogant villain in the novel.

Immediately afterwards, there was a hoarse scream, like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

It was harsh.

Standing behind Gojo Satoru, I could vaguely see a severed tail of the snake.

The scarlet blood stained the soil, and the black scales on the snake's tail had been violently peeled off, piled up casually to form a hillock.

Different from the instant kill last time, at this moment, Gojo Satoru is completely killing this curse spirit.

And deliberately left a sigh of relief, so that she finally appeared in front of her lover with an ugly and disgusting appearance.

Kamo Kiyohime raised his head, staring blankly at him with blood-soaked eyes, hissing like a snake, full of surprise, bewilderment and fear that could overwhelm her, "Haruhe?"

As for the father, only the part above the chest has not dissipated.

He wiped away the blood and tears from the end of Qing Ji's eyes with his translucent hands, and said with a slight smile, "It's me."

"Chunhe," Kamo Kiyohime's pale face was full of paranoia and remorse, she blamed herself from the bottom of her heart, "I knew I shouldn't be pregnant, I shouldn't have given birth to a child, and we ended up in this kind of situation." The end. It was her existence that killed you! Why did you protect her and die!"

I have heard these few words over and over thousands of times, and I can even recite them by heart.

The pain like being cut by a knife at the first time has long since disappeared in my heart, and I stood numbly.

Just when I was thinking to myself that my mother's next sentence would be "you should let her die at that time" or "I should have strangled her back then", Gojo Satoru opened his arms and embraced me.

Under my puzzled gaze, he covered my eyes with his hands.

In the darkness, his warm breath spewed out on the earlobe, which immediately aroused a burst of heat.

"Don't look," he said.

What followed was the mother's scream of pain.

I tore off his hand, and saw the mother whose body was twisted into a twisted shape not far away, and the pleasure of revenge burst out of my heart for no reason.

"Are you stupid?" Zhiri walked over from not far away, she stared at Qing Ji condescendingly, "Who told you that Chun He died because of Asuka?"

Then, there was a moment of silence.

The black-haired man looked at her with the sparkling eyes of an old father whose son had finally grown up, and the drawn-out ending was full of exclamations about the incident, "Zhiri will also call people stupid/forceful."

"Dazai," Zhiri blushed quietly under his teasing, "Go to the side, don't come and disturb me."

"Understood, then I will continue to study how to commit suicide by jumping into the river."

Hearing this, Dazai folded his hands behind his head and hummed an unknown tune while walking towards the river next to him.

After Dazai left, she held back her momentum and sneered again, with undisguised disdain on her brows, "You don't think Asuka is the culprit who killed him, do you?"

"Idiot, the real culprit is you."

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a thunderbolt hitting my mother and me on the head.

Seeing disbelief on the mother's face, she moved back little by little as if in fear, and said brokenly in her mouth: "Impossible."

After a while, she raised her eyes and looked at her father crazily. There seemed to be blood in her questioning voice, "Chunhe, please tell me that this is not true. She lied to me for everything. Killing you!" How could it be me!"

"Qing Ji," my father just glanced at me guiltily, and then revealed the truth 25 years ago with a bitter smile, "You misremembered, the only one I protected from the beginning to the end is you."

As these words came to my ears, I was instantly overwhelmed by an irresistible dizziness.

I leaned my body back on Wujo Satoru, and I deeply felt the powerlessness that pervaded from my soul.

In the end, the only death of my father that moved me throughout my teenage years was also a falsehood made of lies.

"Human beings fall in love with gods, giving birth to blood that is not allowed in the world. This is something that God will never allow." Zhiri glanced at Yato lightly, reminding him silently, "Gods are never wrong, So combining with a god and having a child is only a mistake made by human beings."

"The punishment for you should be heaven's punishment. However, seeing that you have become a monster now, it should be Chunshen who blocked the heaven's punishment for you at that time."

Afterwards, Zhiri looked down at Qing Ji as if he was looking at an ant that was about to die, and his eyes could not help but be filled with the pity that is unique to a god.

"But Asuka has the blood of half of the gods, and God chose to send a curse as punishment. Asuka, your ability is to heal, right?" She raised her eyebrows and said with certainty, "Inherited from the power of Spring God, God gave it to you. It is limited. Every time the ability is activated, it burns the fire of your life, and every reset is at the cost of consuming the soul."

"It is reasonable to say that the soul of a demigod is limited, and it cannot support you to live until now."

As soon as the voice fell, the brain worked quickly, and immediately a guess came to the top of my mind.

I suddenly raised my eyes and looked over.

I saw my father curled his mouth and said softly, "It's me."