Writer saves the world

The white-haired boy calls himself Gojo Satoru, a 17-year-old green and juicy high school magician (here is my original words), considering that he is now weak and has a broken leg, and he is just delivering food to the creatures inside, Erye Ting Ming decided to go with him for the time being and send him out in person.

"Can you still stand up?" Erye Tingming asked.

Gojo Satoru tried to move the leg that was under him, and shook his head, "No, I don't feel anything below the knee."

Now may be the most powerless time since he can remember, as if the bone marrow and blood have been emptied from his body, not to mention using spell power, he lacks even the physical strength to arouse some emotional fluctuations.The pain caused by the fracture and overuse of the brain created buzzing noises in his head, and it was due to his perseverance that he didn't just fall into a coma.

His eyes didn't work very well either, like a computer that was overloaded and crashed and couldn't run any functions, and if he used his eyes forcibly... Gojo Satoru wisely stopped dying after trying for less than half a second—it was just like As Erye Tingming said, once the power flows in his eyes, he can feel some irresistible strong suction pulling him, pulling him into the eyes.

So Gojo Satoru could only barely operate the most basic visual function of the eyes, and his field of vision was covered with a blue haze, and he couldn't see anything except the change of light and dark.

If the group of rotten oranges above knew his current miserable situation, he would probably laugh until he died suddenly and went to hell.

Gojo Satoru laughed a few times thinking about it, and Erye Tingming asked doubtfully.

"Huh?" Erye Tingming lightened his movements, "Did it hurt you?"

"No, it's nothing... I just thought of something happy." Gojo Satoru cooperated and asked Erye Tingming to fix his deformed and swollen broken leg—if someone who knew him could see the obedient white hair, Probably suspect that this is a fake Gojo Satoru.

But if you don’t delve into its essence carefully, it is indeed a good-looking and lovable cat. People can’t help but want to take him home when they see it.

Erye Tingming couldn't resist stroking the young man's soft white fur, fixed the broken leg and picked him up horizontally. At the same time, he complained a little in his heart that his body should be a Maine Coon cat.

The height setting of "Tingming Erye" is already considered high, but holding Wujo Satoru still shows a weird sense of perversion in a small horse-drawn cart.He hugged him awkwardly, and Gojo Satoru hadn't yet cultivated the terrible thick-skinnedness of an adult, and was quite dissatisfied with the princess's hugging posture, waving his limp hands and feet and protesting.

Erye Tingming tightened his arms and suppressed Gojo Wu's movements, "Don't make trouble, you can't walk by yourself... You'd better sleep for a while, we probably have to spend the night here."

From the extent of the struggle in his arms, he knew that the young man had reached the limit of his support, otherwise such a well-trained body would not have only this kind of strength.Gojo Satoru looked like he was muttering and looking very energetic, but in fact, when he listened carefully to what he said, he found that it was confusing and illogical, and it was all a dream in a semi-comatose state.

"The nights here are not suitable for sleeping, and you certainly don't want to pass out at night."

Night will come earlier on the inside than on the outside.Erye Tingming looked at the sky, and sensed the location of the nearest "door".

If only he could go out before dark, but with Gojo Satoru, who faced the twisted wounded head-on, in order to prevent the already unstable spirit of the minor from being severely eroded, it was best to hurry on foot. The speed was pulled down a lot, and it was bound to spend the night inside.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of places like abandoned buildings in the wilderness on the inside. The reinforced concrete artificial objects provide shelter from the wind and rain, making them excellent places to spend the night.

The warm and swaying embrace is like a cradle, and Erye Tingming has a certain kind of wonderful atmosphere, as peaceful and serene as a sleepy afternoon in the sun before he remembered.

Forced to embrace the princess and be submerged in that atmosphere, Gojo Satoru couldn't tell exactly when, when his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

——Just like those incompetent weaklings, the body and the situation are out of his control, so he can only be driven all the way by the situation like a wild horse, but he doesn't know where he will be taken.

Sucks.

This rotten world should simply be destroyed.

Waking up in front of the warm and bright fire was already after dark, Futaba Tingming woke up Gojo Satoru, and handed him a bag of bread to fill his growling stomach.

The bread was soft and sweet, but unfortunately it was full of spicy chicken curry filling. One bite made Gojo Satoru's face wrinkle, and he said sweetly, "I want to eat red bean bread."

"Only this." Erye Tingming threw a piece of firewood into the fire, expressing that the conditions were limited and he did not support ordering food, but this bread was stuffed for him by Oda Sakunosuke for breakfast before he left.

Gojo Goku twitched his mouth, pulled off the outer crust of the bread and ate it in two or three bites, then pinched the curry filling left inside through the bag, "Hey, it's disgusting."

Erye Tingming pretended not to see his elementary school boy's behavior of playing with food, and after confirming that his vital signs were stable, he leaned against the wall peacefully, and opened half of the books he read in the car to pass the time.

It was just nightfall, and it was still early before dawn.

After eating something, Gojo Satoru felt refreshed, at least his head didn't hurt so much that he couldn't think, and his eyes could barely see something, which was about the same as the high myopia of more than [-] degrees.

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes at the young man sitting opposite him through the smoke and sparks from the flames.

He couldn't see clearly, but it didn't prevent him from confirming that she was a beauty, with black hair and black eyes, cold and lazy, a typical oriental beauty in Gao Ling's fancy style - since one of his friends also had this appearance setting, it was still pretty at first glance. very kind.

Especially the posture of leaning against the wall and looking down at a book, with Wujo Wu's eyesight that can distinguish between humans and animals ten meters away, he doesn't need to make up for meal replacements.

Gojo Satoru sat there staring at Erye Tingming for a while, then changed his posture and stared at the wall in a daze for a while, pinched the bread bag and made noise for a while, then piled up the firewood almost Submerging the fire... After doing this and that for less than half an hour, Gojo Satoru finally realized this boring situation where he could neither sleep nor wake up and have nothing to pass the time.

This kind of time is the longest time, ten seconds of boredom are superimposed on just one second, and it becomes a torment that will spread to the end of the world. Want to challenge what happens when you close your eyes and fall asleep.

It's like looking straight at the bend, the process is painful and the sequelae are serious, but it doesn't affect him and still feels a little bit exciting when he recalls it.

After all, as a recognized genius in the world of magic, Gojo Satoru has never experienced such a fiasco where he fell directly in front of his face and had to do his best to survive.

Well, Gojo Satoru admitted that if Tingming Erye hadn’t looked like his good friend’s reliable braking attributes (?), and had accidentally caught sight of the terrifying truth of the other’s tip of the iceberg before, with his character It's definitely not just thinking in the head, but the body is still honestly counting the bugs on the wall and waiting for dawn.

As soon as the fire was lit, it attracted a lot of bugs, which buzzed non-stop on the wall and the ground, disgusting and disturbing.

Here, the five Wujos are moving around and making all kinds of noises. Erye Tingming naturally caught sight of his bored posture every second from the corner of his eye. Seeing this guy start pulling his coat collar to pass the time, Erye Tingming Ming decided to save Mao Mao, who was not rich in his coat.

He shook the book in his hand, attracting Gojo Satoru's attention, "Want to read?"

Gojo Satoru didn't even think about it, and decisively gave up on the bugs he had been counting for more than ten minutes, "Yes."

Usually reading is definitely not on his interest list, but it is so boring to him now, even if he is given a TV manual, he can read it with gusto.

What's more, it seems that this is still the book.

Erye Tingming handed the book over, and Gojo Satoru sat next to him logically, while fiddling with the bookmark tassel that Erye Tingming had sandwiched inside, he was speechless to find that the other party took out a copy from nowhere Book.

"How many books did you bring..." Gojo Wu complained, "Are you planning to open a bookstore here?"

"Not here, but I do plan to open a bookstore." Erye Tingming adjusted his position.There is only such a small place next to the wall, and Gojo Satoru has such a large area to squeeze in, so he has to be pushed closer to the corner of the wall.

Just as Erye Tingming moved over, Gojo Wu grabbed his wrist and dragged him back, "Didn't you see that there are so many bugs over there, I can't save you if your nose is bitten off."

Wujo Satoru didn't know how Erye Tingming chose the place. There were so many insects here that it seemed that they had entered a nest. He quickly closed the pages of the open book, and then shot to death the two vanguards that fell on the book. Their carapaces were shiny and black. And big, like a combination of a big cockroach and a corpse bug.

The physical lethality is not high, and the visual impact is extremely strong. I am afraid that the insects will be shocked on the spot at a glance.

Erye Tingming was dragged by Gojo Satoru, and had to get close to the big white-haired cat side by side.He glanced at the corner of the wall—there were indeed dense worms lying on the yellowed wall, buzzing non-stop in the light of the jumping fire, and when he took a closer look, it was clearly deformed human faces, crowded and wriggling in the wall cry.

But if you pay attention and [really] see clearly, you will find that it is not a bug or a human face, but just a black mold growing on the wall.

"That's mildew." Erye Tingming said, his eyes stayed on it for a second longer, and the mildew suddenly faded a lot, old and faded and motionless.

"But I just now—" Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes and looked towards the corner of the wall. The wriggling insects made him physically dizzy and uncomfortable. He endured retching and the pain of his eyeballs bulging out and forced himself to look for a few more seconds, imitating Pieces of rotting old mildew gradually appeared in his blurred vision, "Ah... that's right." He blinked and nodded as if he understood something, "Well, that's mildew."

"It's just mildew," he repeated affirmatively.

Before Wujo Wu could finish speaking, the buzzing insects suddenly disappeared, and the world returned to a dead silence, with no signs of life in the darkness.

Gojo Satoru exhaled lightly, and a childish eagerness appeared on his face again.As he guessed, the rules of existence of this kind of "thing" are like this, if you see it is a bug, it will pounce on you and bite you, if you see it is a ghost with a human face, then there will be a ghostly death here , and you see it's mildew...

That's just mildew.

Gojo Satoru opened the book in his hand again, the pages were yellowed and slightly curled, and there was not a single speck of stain that had killed the bugs.

There are only a little round mold marks, which are traces of old books.

He opened the book, and when he looked down, his eyes automatically helped him with a few lines——

[Kappa's childbirth is similar to that of humans, and requires the assistance of doctors and midwives.However, when giving birth, the father-to-be will shout loudly at the lower body of the mother-to-be: "Have you made up your mind to come to this world? Tell me after you have made up your mind." Baka is the same, knelt on the ground and said repeatedly In this case.Then rinse your mouth with the disinfectant on the table. 】

【The child in her wife's womb might be thinking a lot, so she replied quietly: "I don't want to be born into this world. First, I don't want to inherit my father's mental illness. Second, I think the existence of Kappa is very sinful." 】

Huh.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and turned a page——

【Baka listened and touched his head in embarrassment.The midwife next to her immediately injected liquid from a thick glass tube into his wife's lower body.His wife let out a long sigh of relief.At the same time, my big belly deflated like a deflated balloon. 】

……

Oh wow.

There is something about this book.