Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

The soft fingers moved slowly on the face, and slowly smoothed the ointment with moderate force. The fragrance of the medicine spread on the tip of the nose. And the eyes that have deepened a lot are staring at the red and swollen place on his face seriously and intently, as if he is accomplishing something particularly difficult.

Time passed by, feeling the clumsy movements of the young man on his face, Yayoi Komyo's heart softened, and the anxiety in his heart quietly dissipated. He sighed slowly and was about to open his mouth to say something when he saw the brows of the person in front of him. After twisting, he scolded him rather annoyedly: "Shut up, don't move around."

Yayoi God: "..."

He moved his mouth twice, and had to stick together again, looking at each other helplessly in his golden eyes.

After a while, the young boy who gave the medicine for the first time, carefully moving from clumsiness at the beginning to proficiency, let out a breath without a trace.After the ointment started to take effect, Yayoi Kojiro, who felt burning sensations on his face one after another, didn't know what to say at the moment.

He quietly clenched his fingers beside him, resisting his desire to raise his hand, thinking about whether to wash it off in a while.

This is too...too difficult.

Yayoi Kojiro was seriously thinking about whether he would lose his face, although... Well, he actually likes his face quite a bit. This little guy is holding some kind of ointment on his face, and his movements are too serious The serious expression made him miss the best opportunity to decline the kindness, and now he could only silently worry about his face.

Unaware that the person in front of him was suspecting that he had used some counterfeit and shoddy product, Gojo Satoru looked at the half of the ointment left in the box, pursed his lower lip, and said to the person in front of him, "Take off your clothes."

Yayoi Komyo who suddenly heard this sentence: "...Huh?"

He looked at each other in a daze, the age of the two of them didn't make him think of anything strange, but, still coming?

"Ah what, take off your clothes, I'll take a look at your injuries, and reapply the medicine." Wujo Wu glared at him dissatisfied, seeing the reluctance of the other party, he smiled angrily.

"What expression do you guys have now? This is the best healing item sent by my clan. If it weren't for your pity, do you think I would take it out?"

Yayoi Kojiro pursed his lips in his heart, the medicine was too effective, he just wanted to wash his face to relieve the torture on his face.

One thing to say, why does such a big spell family not even have a reversal warlock?Isn't that faster than taking medicine?

Yayoi Kojiro silently disliked it in her heart, and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her clothes.Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth to watch his snail-like slow movements, his lips moved, but he still held back his desire to complain.

This guy is really... not long after being serious, and now he's back to his usual slack, no big or small... not a lesson learned at all.

But...forget it.

He snorted softly in his heart, seeing that the other person is now a wounded person, he was merciful and didn't bother to argue with this person.

When Yayoi Kojiro took off his shirt, Gojo Satoru walked to the back, saw the bloody bandages on it, slowly frowned, went to the side to find the scissors, and carefully cut the bandages off the opponent's body, waiting for the next When the blood-stained whip wounds were exposed in front of his eyes, the suppressed anger in his heart rushed directly to his forehead in an instant.

Even punishment is too much!

There were whip marks all over the young man's thin back, and it was not unreasonable to be torn apart. There was no good flesh at all. Gojo Satoru even began to wonder if this guy had offended someone and was deliberately retaliated against.

But obviously the possibility is not high, this person has never been in the family before, so it can't be said that he was hated by the people in the family.

So, who exactly?

Gojo Satoru kept searching in his mind for who would dare to bully the person in his hands so blatantly, while pursing his lips, picked up the ointment and began to help apply the medicine.

As soon as the ointment landed on the man's back, he could clearly see the man's body trembling, as if the pain was unbearable.An obscure light flashed in Wujo Wu's eyes, the eyes that were as clear as the blue sky now deepened like dark clouds gathering on a rainy day where thunder and lightning flickered.

He continued to move silently, the corners of his mouth raised a little more coldly, and his slowly drooping eyes revealed a very dangerous and fierce light.

……

The process of applying the medicine was very tormenting, even though [-] pain shields had already been opened, but it was different from pure pain, the burning and stinging pain perception made Yayoi Jindai gasp softly from time to time during the process, he clenched his legs He put on his trousers, stared at the gradually clear sky outside the window with wet eyes, thinking of making himself the culprit, he couldn't help revealing a little murderous intent in his eyes.

This damn, trash game!

He cursed mentally retarded games and dungeon planning from the bottom of his heart, his golden eyes were filled with cold light that froze to death.Yayoi Komiji, who was caught in his own thoughts, didn't notice that the movement behind him became slower and more cautious with the sound of his gasping, but felt that the process of applying the medicine was too painful, and he didn't even notice the passage of time.

Waiting for the maid who got up in the morning to prepare breakfast, she found that her young master hadn't come out of the room, so she couldn't help but feel puzzled and went outside the door, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Master, breakfast is ready, are you up yet?"

The gentle voice of the maid broke the gradually depressing atmosphere in the room, although Yayoi Kojiro did not notice it.

Gojo Wu suppressed the anger that was building up in his heart, took a deep breath, and replied in a deep voice, "I'll have breakfast in my room, and then you can get someone to prepare some easy-to-digest liquid food, suitable for the injured."

Hearing the words from inside, the content inside made the maid's emotions suddenly tense, and she quickly asked, "Young master, are you injured? Do you need to call the doctor?"

Gojo Satoru paused, and said in a deeper tone: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and do whatever I ask you to do."

"...Yes, this subordinate is going to ask someone to prepare."

In the room, Yayoi Kojiro blinked, hearing the overly majestic tone behind her and the maid's low voice, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

This little guy is really, I don't know how many faces he has.

The footsteps of the maid slowly faded away, and the medicine in the room was almost finished. Gojo Satoru wiped his hands with a handkerchief, closed the lid of the ointment box, got up and walked to the side cabinet with the handkerchief, and put the things back. Going back to Yayoi Kamidai, watching him plan to put on clothes, he frowned and scolded: "What's the trouble? What if the medicine just finished was wiped off by the clothes? Do you want me to help you again?"

The raised arm of Yayoi Kojiro paused for an instant, and silently raised her head to look at the young boy standing by her side, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "...Young master, I don't want to stay like this all the time, do I?"

There was no trace of the respectful pretending just now in the tone, Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, and hummed without saving face: "Why don't you pretend? Didn't you pretend to be like that in the morning?"

Yayoi Kojiro moved her gaze to the side, she couldn't say that she was venting her anger in the morning.

He buried his thoughts resentfully in his heart, thinking whether he was naive to think that he would be infected because he stayed with a kitten who was prone to hair explosion for a few days, why did he blame the child?

"Hmph." It's rare to see a different expression on his face, even with a guilty conscience, Gojo Goku curled his lips, feeling refreshed that he had finally pulled back a victory, he snorted and pointed to the side on the bed, and said in a cool tone: "Go away and lie on your stomach, wait for the medicine to dry up."

Yayoi Kojiro looked at the bed that was drenched in sunlight, and was silent.

Where is this little guy drying fish here?Who would lie on their stomachs under the sun, is it sick?

"...Little Master..." He moved his body, and slowly refused politely: "That's your bed, my subordinate should go back to the room..."

"Tch." Gojo Satoru couldn't help looking at him with distaste, and taunted, "Just your dark room where mushrooms can grow? Are you going to wait for it to dry naturally?"

...air dry...

The words don't have to be so humorous, he is really not a fish.

It was rare for Yayoi Kojiro to be choked, and she didn't know how to refute, looked at the inexplicably poisonous young master, moved her lips, but couldn't say anything in the end, so she just curled her mouth, turned her head and hummed softly Express your dissatisfaction.

Gojo Satoru felt instantly better.

This guy looked a few years older than him, but every time he was beaten by the other party, he couldn't tell who was the master and who was the guard. He looked at the young man who was a little awkward, bent his mouth in a good mood, and said in a tone It was also rare to speak softly: "You go to rest on the top, I will not go out today, and we will talk about it after you recover from your injury."

Yayoi Kojiro caught a glimpse of the warm sunlight on the bed from the corner of her eye, and looked away, with rejection written all over her body.

Gojo Gojo just raised the corners of his mouth for less than a minute and instantly flattened the corners of his mouth. He stared at the other party for a long time, and said a little irritably, "Do you want me to carry you over there?" Can this guy know who was injured?Can he still harm him?

Being messed up by this person, he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was better to be obedient or disobedient. When he was obedient, he was as boring as the rest of the clan, and disobedient was neither big nor small. Can't be more conscious?Listen when it's time to listen?

He stared at the other party angrily, and kept clenching his fingers, trying to suppress the annoyance in his heart.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the other party's heaving chest and the angry expression on his face, and Yayoi Komyo sighed inwardly, rubbing his forehead and responding helplessly: "Okay."

His tone sounded like he was saying that there was really nothing he could do about you, with palpable connivance and compromise, as if he had to give in to appease a disobedient child.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He restrained all his emotions, and said blankly: "Otherwise, you should go back?"

Kamidai Yayoi's eyes lit up slowly, and just as he was about to nod, he heard the young boy say without any ups and downs, "Go back to where you came from, go back and forth from where you came from, and get away from me."

Yayoi Kojiro: "..." Huh.

Difficult.

Gojo Satoru stood aside with his arms folded, looking at the frozen man with a somewhat cold sarcasm on his face.

——Do you really think you can’t cure him?

Yayoi Komodai lowered his eyes and thought about how to make the young master give up the idea of ​​drying himself in the sun like a fish and the urge to send him away because of his embarrassment.

It's really difficult for the cat owner to tease too much.

Can't you let him go back to his room and lie down?There is too much sunlight here.

When there was a stalemate, the maid knocked on the door again, and a gentle female voice came in from outside.

"Master, the kitchen has already done what you ordered."

Yayoi Kojiro's stomach grunted twice at the right time, he pursed his lower lip, raised his eyelids, looked at the young boy with a mocking face without any embarrassment, and said slowly: "Young master, I'm hungry .”

I can't starve you to death!

Looking at the person who almost said that he could procrastinate for a while, Wutiao Wuqi laughed. This guy is really shameless and has no shame at all!

Is his bed so disgusting!He still hasn't disliked this guy's dirty body, this guy is good, he has not concealed his dislike from head to toe, as if there are some poisonous snakes and beasts on it, he can't wait to back away.

Gojo Satoru pressed his chest, suppressed the annoyance in his heart, asked the maid to bring in the things in a cold voice, and then went to wash himself quickly.

If he insisted on pinning someone on the bed today, he wouldn't believe that there was something in the bed he slept in every day that would poison him to death.

The young master, who was inexplicably aroused to win or lose, made a decision indignantly while washing his face.

In the room, Yayoi Kojiro raised his eyelids, looked at the surprised expression on the maid's face, then withdrew his gaze and sat motionless on the tatami mat, looking at the warm light on the bed from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help sighing in annoyance. Take a breath.

Lying on it will really burn people to death.

Pussy, it's so difficult.

……

After breakfast, Kamdai Yayoi, who couldn't hold back the other party's insistence, climbed onto the bed where the young master had been resting with great reluctance. Not long after he got up, his body was covered with warmth from the warm sunshine. His mood Lying on it with some resentment, he felt that he was already a fish that was about to be dried out.

Looking at the person who was full of displeasure and had to be honest, the corners of Gojo Wu's mouth curled up a little, and after snorting, he said sternly: "At least wait until the ointment is dry before getting up, I have something to go out, don't mess around." Do you know?"

"...Yes." Yayoi Kojiro responded lazily with a drawn out voice, the voice coming out of her arms was a bit muffled, as if she had been wronged.

Gojo Satoru was in a good mood, looked him up and down, snorted with the fruits of victory and a relaxed mood, then turned and left.

When the door was closed and the sound of footsteps went away, Yayoi Kojiro got up slowly while propping up the mattress, just about to get out of bed and find a shady place to stay, when her ears moved as if she heard something, and she immediately said honestly Lie back.

But in the next second, the door was swung open by someone, and the young master, who had obviously gone away, stood at the door, looking critically at the person in the room who maintained the posture just now, motionless like a cat basking in the sun, satisfied Nodding his head, he closed the shoji door and walked away.

Yayoi Kojiro waited until she could not hear any movement before slowly turning her head, looking at the closed door, she couldn't help curling her lips.

Humph.

Little kittens, big or small.

……

After Gojo Satoru walked out of the Tianmanyuan, the expression on his face was completely restrained, maintaining his usual expressionless indifference and majestic momentum as he walked through the corridors and courtyards, looked at the gate of the main courtyard, and the corners of his mouth curled up somewhat mockingly.

When the guards at the door saw him, they quickly bent over to salute, and one of them said cautiously: "Young master, the master of the house is eating, please allow your subordinates to go in and ask for instructions..."

Before he finished speaking, he was gradually silenced by the young man's indifferent eyes, and stood there a little at a loss, Gojo Satoru snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, completely ignored the guard's obstruction, raised his footsteps and stepped inside the gate, Stepping into the main courtyard, ignoring all kinds of voices and obstacles along the way, walking towards the largest building in the courtyard without stopping.

With a swipe, the shoji door was roughly pulled to the limit, making a loud sound.

In the spacious main house, the middle-aged man who was sitting in the middle of the room eating alone paused after chewing, raised his eyelids and looked towards the door.

Steward Yakumo, who was guarding the door and waiting to serve at any time, turned his head at the moment the voice sounded, and his brows gradually frowned when he saw the young man stepping into the door, but his guarded posture returned to normal. He frowned and looked at him with some disapproval. looking at each other.

"Young master, before you enter the door, you should ask someone to inform you or knock on the door, instead of walking in without manners like this."

Gojo Satoru paused, put his feet down and stood at the door, turned sideways to look at the person standing behind the door, and raised his eyebrows: "Yakumo, you are here."

"This subordinate has seen the young master." Steward Yakumo bowed his body, saluted at a perfect angle, and calmly stated with lowered eyes: "The head of the family is eating, I hope you can take a rest, young master, what's the matter?" Let's wait until the head of the family has finished his meal before discussing it."

"Hey~" Gojo Wu pulled his voice into an unclear voice, and said mockingly, "You are so loyal, you care so much about such a trivial matter."

"This is what subordinates should do..."

"Pa——" Manager Yakumo was interrupted by a crisp slap in the middle of his words. The man who was eating put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked darkly at the door.

"Wu, what are you up to in the morning?"

Wujo Satoru, who was standing at the door and moved his wrist, heard the voice coming from inside, raised his eyes and squinted inside, and said in a cold tone: "I'm going to teach you a lesson, and the subordinates who committed crimes also need to ask you for instructions?"

"How can my people be taken away and punished by you without saying a word? Don't you think you are too double-standard, my lord."

Hearing that cry, Patriarch Gojo lowered his face, looked at the arrogant young man at the door and the butler who maintained the posture of having his cheeks slapped aside, and asked, "Yakumo, what's going on?"

Steward Yakumo stood up straight and turned sideways, facing the people inside and bowed again, as if he could not feel the pain on his face, he said calmly: "The young master went out for a trip a few days ago, and was injured when he came back. He was slightly injured, but the guards who traveled together were not injured at all, and even the hem of their clothes was not messed up, the subordinate judged that the guards were negligent, so they sent people to the execution hall to receive the punishment without the young master's request."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sneer sounded from beside him.Patriarch Gojo looked away from him, looked at the youngest son next to him, frowned and said, "Wu, Yakumo follows the rules, it's too much for you to come here today for revenge..."

"You can pull it down." Gojo Satoru interrupted him impatiently, "In fact, we know what's going on in our hearts, so there's no need to put on a show."

"And..." He looked at the other party coldly, and met the eyes of Patriarch Wutiao without giving in. "My people, I don't need to trouble you to help discipline, Yakumo, you'd better tell the people behind you, if they dare to extend their hands so long, I don't mind helping them adjust the length of their hands, so as not to be too deformed and unbearable eye."

"Enlightenment!" The Patriarch Gotiao couldn't help but scold at the other party's pointed and undisguised words. Wutiao Wu glanced at him, completely ignoring the other party's ugly expression, and turned away after coldly snorting. Beckoning to Steward Yakumo beside him, "Yakumo, bend down."

"Yes." Steward Yakumo listened to his words and bowed down without emotion, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, moved his wrist and raised his hand to slap the other side too, with such force that the muscular Yakumo The butler couldn't stop taking a few steps away, his face was also turned to one side, and blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Wujo Wu!" Patriarch Wutiao was so angry at his arrogance that he slapped the low table with one hand, and the low table broke with a sound, and the dishes on it fell to the ground, making a crackling sound.

Gojo Satoru frowned and shouted angrily: "What's your name? I'm not deaf." He looked sideways at the man in the middle of the room who was pointing at him angrily, his face regained his composure, and his eyes were so cold that he didn't seem to be looking at himself biological father.

"Master Patriarch, I will do what I should do well, and I hope you can also do what you should do. Don't find fault with me and blame me for not giving face."

"Don't be shameless."

"Wujo Wu!" Patriarch Wutiao got up from the ground angrily, and couldn't stop staring at him angrily. "Do you know what you're talking about? I'm not dead yet!"

"You are just a sapling that hasn't grown yet. Even if the family expects you and tolerates it again and again, it doesn't mean that you can ignore the rules of the family and be arrogant and domineering."

"You haven't reached the point where you can act recklessly and arrogantly. If you don't restrain your arrogance, be careful to make too many enemies, and the boat will capsize in the gutter!"

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyelids, tilted his head and looked at him indifferently: "I made you expect me?"

"If you want to get something, you have to pay at least a little bit. You don't know the truth that a three-year-old child understands, do you, father?"

"If you can't see it, you can choose another person to hold it."

"I think brother is fine."

Patriarch Wutiao was so angry that he couldn't speak, so the fuck could he change it at will?Did he think Six Eyes was Chinese cabbage from the field? ?

Does this bastard know what he's talking about?

Seeing him like this, Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, turned sideways in boredom, and looked at Steward Yakumo: "Yakumo, don't forget what I said."

"If you dare to reach out again." He raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a palpitating smile, and said slowly, "I will tear you apart."

After threatening, he waved his hand and said to the people inside without looking at it: "Father, please eat slowly, I will go back to rest first."

Then he stepped out of the room leisurely with his hands in his pockets, yawning as he walked, wondering if he was infected by that sleepy bug, why did he start to feel sleepy as soon as he woke up.

He didn't care about the Patriarch who was almost vomiting blood behind him and the steward whose mouth was already bleeding. When they walked out of the main courtyard, they waved hands with the guard at the door, ignored the flattered expression on the other side, and wobbled back towards their own courtyard.

I don't know if that guy has been lying down to dry in the sun obediently. With the inertia of that guy, who is not big or small, he must not be staying obediently.

Thinking of this, the young boy's footsteps suddenly quickened, and he hummed in his heart with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say:

The young master who wanted to hit someone and let him bend down and put his face on him, couldn't tell whether he was being polite or rude (in deep thought)

Brother Sheng: ...I'm about to be dried up like a salted fish.

Kitten:?Lie down honestly, dare to move you are dead. (threaten)

Brother Sheng: ... (maow swearing)

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Wait, let me take it easy, how come there are so many long comments suddenly, I can’t count them all (dumbfounded)

I was wrong, I should quietly pay off the debt and rest!You people are horrible help. (spit soul)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Luo Guilan, Di, Chidori 1;