Plunder X Strongest Magician

inside?Draw the future and live now?In the garden, the wooden sliding door is very easy to open.

For the previous three days, Gojo Satoru had climbed over the wall and pried open the door every day in one go, naturally?Arriving is the same as returning to your own home, with no shame at all.

It was always two or three o'clock in the morning when he arrived, and usually the girl was already fast asleep.

inside?Draw the sleeping picture of the future?Very well-behaved, lying flat quietly, breathing softly and evenly, wrapped in a soft quilt?Show half of your face to soften your loved ones under the light.

For him, that's the only time to be good.

He is here?Painters would go home to wash up first, and change into a set of clean clothes for the next day, so?

As soon as he entered the room, he just got under the covers and let the girl's sweet breath fill his body and mind, without any psychological struggle at all.

Ming after all?bright?It was she who said: "You are mine and everything is mine".

so?in?Put something that draws the future inside?Is there anything wrong with drawing a futuristic quilt—and when?of course?completely fine.

But where?Hui Miku will struggle for a long time, half-awake, scratching and kicking mercilessly, he has the momentum to kick him out of bed, he will have to coax him for a long time?Safe? .

Although?It is difficult, but Gojo Satoru feels that this is an indispensable adaptation period, as long as he persists, he will always usher in victory.

inside?Hui Mikui is too xenophobic, even if he is close to him to that extent, he still has an instinctive resistance to his closeness.

so?In any case, let her get used to his presence.

Today is no exception.

But the difference is that he rolled into the yard before eight o'clock? , Familiar with the inside?Painting the doorway of the future, frowning slightly.

The lights were off, and no one seemed to be there.

He opened the door and entered the room, to confirm?Work?Reality.

The dim room made his muscles tense for a moment, some images flashed back in his mind, and the door frame that had not been released was slightly distorted.

But the next moment he smiled casually, relaxed and closed the door again.

—At least for now, there is nothing to worry about.

But the delivery of the surprise was in vain, Gojo Satoru was somewhat disappointed.

He put the gift he brought on the table, and touched his pocket again, to confirm it?Didn't lose anything above, lying on the back of the chair and hitting?Take a little sleep.

Although?Refresh the brain with inversion often, but it still gets tiring once in a while.

At 9:[-], Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, and it was completely dark.

Sleeping on the back of the chair made his shoulders and neck a little sore, and he moved his shoulders to beat

?Measure four weeks, hair?now?Hui Miku still hasn't come back.

Five enlightenments?of course?He didn't book any restaurant, wouldn't he like to be in a high-end restaurant?Pay attention, that's to lie to Jianren Qihai, but he really has some dating arrangements.

Seeing that the time was approaching ten o'clock, he couldn't wait any longer. He took out his mobile phone with slightly lowered eyes, and called?Kaiheli?Paint the chat box of the future.

[Wujo Satoru: Where?painting classmates. ]

The unread status of the message is more than ten points?After a clock?Skip to read.

[Future~: What's the matter, Teacher Wutiao? ? ]

It seems safe to be able to reply to the message, and it is not a very formal occasion.

The time tonight is more precious, how much time did he wait on purpose like before?Zhong, but directly replied: [Check the file. ]

This time the message came back quickly.

[Future~: Is it important?I'm not at home now, and my computer is not with me. ]

[Gojo Satoru: Not at home? ]

[Future~: Hmm. ]

Gojo Satoru did not wait for further explanation.

He entered a sentence of "where" and quickly deleted it. After weighing it left and right, send it?

Send a sentence: [Then when can I come back. ]

hair?After going out, he felt a little bit wrong.

if?In werewolf killing?Is that typical werewolf thinking?Word.

——Should he send it? "When will I go home", not "When will I come back".

But withdraw?Appear guilty.

The opposite party didn't notice this mistake: [One or two hours. ]

an hour or two?

Gojo Satoru entered a few words and then deleted them, repeated several times, and the net word count was 0.

Another message came in.

[Future~: Check what documents?Need it urgently? ]

Urgent need?

Maybe so.

But not files.

beat?The cursor of the word flickered several times, following the rhythm, his fingertips floated on the keyboard of the phone, and finally replied slowly: [No hurry, all right? . ]

...is safe and will be back.

And isn't there something important around you that you can't give up?or important people.

so?it should be no problem.

The moonlight slanted, shining through the thin paper color into the dark room, everything was so dark that it lost its outline, only the breath of a girl's life was left circulating around him, he put his chin on the back of the chair, and his hand holding the phone dropped shake.

a bit?After an hour, he picked up his phone and clicked on his mailbox.

Cold screen light hit?On his face, he rummaged through an email from three days ago, sent?The sender is "Kanle", and the content of the email is the address of the hot spring hotel.

——Ganle is Rinya Orihara, an intelligence dealer active in Ikebukuro, basically only

Can you fight from him if you give money?hear everything? .

Wujo Wuxin sent an email: [Where? ]

Orihara Lin also responded quickly.

[Gan Le: I'm here~~]

Wujo Wutao?After writing two lines, his fingertips stopped suddenly, even his breathing was stopped for a moment.

The cold light shone into the sky in his eyes, cooling down and condensing into frost. He stared at the screen with slightly lowered eyes, and his eyelashes cast a layer of darkness on his eyelids.

Those two lines were the half-written investigation request.

In the investigation?Draw the whereabouts of the future afternoon.

beat?The cursor of the word keeps blinking. For some reason, Gojo Satoru always feels it?The frequency fluctuates.

like his pulse.

like his breath.

……if?Really did.

The man's dangling fingertips slid from the letters of the input method to the delete key, ordering to disappear word by word until it became a blank? .

In walking minutes?At the crossroads, a temporary defection was just a thought, but?Not easy? .

The room where only the screen of the mobile phone is bright is cold and silent.A few seconds later, the man's chuckle swayed in the room.

"Future classmate... your personality is really, really bad." He said.

At the same time, Orihara Rinya's mail came in.

[Gan Le: ~~? ]

Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows slightly, his slightly curved lips rose a few more degrees, his expression completely relaxed.

This time, he lay on the back of the chair and beat quickly?word, hair?deliver.

[to Ganle: Hello!I am Michizane Sugawara.story?Not as the history books say, what?

In fact, I was suppressed because of the recent chaos in Shibuya?can?Fleeing, but the winter is too cold and my mana has dropped, can you send me [-] days?

Yuan as travel expenses home?As long as you remit money to the account of xxx, I will definitely repay you a thousand times when I get home, ensuring that you will succeed in your studies and be as rich as an enemy! ]

[Gan Le: ..]

These two dots, on the left it says 'psychopathy' and on the right it says 'human diversity'.

Gojo Satoru laughed twice, did not reply, and deleted all contact information and emails of Orihara Rinya without leaving a trace.

"So? Well, give me some sweetness."

He stood up and stretched himself, walked towards the girl's sleeping place in the dark, stretched his limbs and fell on it.

The breath that belongs to her is getting stronger?full-bodied.

bright?bright?It's just faintly sweet, but?Like too sweet sugar?Locking his throat, it was a little dry for him to swallow.

He moved his index finger and felt something entangled on it, raised his hand and said?Is it a girl's hair now? .

Soft but strong black hair?silk on his fingertips,

It went around the skin on the side of his finger, and the end almost swept across the palm of his hand, leaving a vague itching.

"It's really... completely lost." He sneered.

The three days of no communication did not calm him down, nor did it make him think about the crux of the emotional aspect of this sick relationship.

Instead, he allowed more and more greed and ?? to erode the brain, leaving only a place of reason, barely playing the role of a teacher.

I even occasionally think that it would be nice to just go on like this forever.

This kind of emotion that was born on the basis of distortion from the beginning, it is good to grow with distortion, this may be the most suitable posture.

Probably, somewhat insane.

he thinks.

But nothing.

Anyway—as long as the ending is satisfactory, the process doesn't matter.

"I will restrain my desire for control and possessiveness. ——Slightly. So? What?"

"Please……"

black hair?Silk wrapped around the fingers, black and white?There is a little redness in the interweaving.

"Give me all your control and possessiveness."

"Find a way to completely dominate me."

It just won't be that easy.

The controller and the controlled are the same? · Mutual bondage.

so?Not bad, is it?

"Li? Paint the future."

inside?Huifuku is good at controlling everything, including his own emotions.

Real "emotions" are dangerous things.

On the negotiating field, can emotions even be okay?To decide victory or defeat, and playing with each other's emotions is also a common method.

if? □□If you control your emotions, you are doomed loser.

Was it because of that incident that I had uncontrollable emotions last time?pieces.

The aunt and uncle who made her feel the existence of family affection were blurred in the pool of blood. The elder brother who gave her trust and sincerity for the first time and only was the culprit.

That was a solid lesson.

When she was young, she tried to understand but?Repeated failures, during that time she always dreamed of Xia Youjie, dreaming that he was standing behind her, covering her eyes, his tone was as gentle as before, saying that he would surprise her.

She trusted Xia Youjie.

Can be?When Xia Youjie moved his fingers away, what was in front of him?It's a disgusting crimson.

Waking up from the dream, the tide on the pillow is not as good as her?Complicated sorrows of understanding haunted the young girl for a whole bitter summer.

She tamed such emotions.

It can only be said to be tamed, but not transformed?untie.Because she couldn't find a solution, and she hasn't been able to

Understand Xia Youjie's behavior.

And ten years later, the same thing?So it happened again.

——Her world was gradually invaded, and her emotions were out of control because of him.

The girl's thumb tapped lightly on the pad?change.

irritable.

Destruction.

so?Or just lock it up.

In this situation, it seems that it is not very difficult to lure into the cage.

Interesting indeed.

It's also just fun.

if?Take the cat analogy.

She does like the ones that are still wild, but?Very repulsive and reckless?free.

"never mind."

The girl lowered her eyes and narrowed her sharpness.

It doesn't seem to be very old.

She has no lasting interest in her peers.

Not worth the candle.

now that?If you can't solve the emotion, then solve the person who caused the emotion.

Now is the best time.

- "I had a great time."

But let's end here, stop the loss in time for each other.

so?Why twenty points?The guy who saw through her step-by-step method of throwing cats before Zhong Qian, and said wildly, "Hey, I dumped you, don't come back crying and beg me", is now sleeping on her bed?

— from the pocket?Dropped a box of Zero Sense Ultra-Thin 001?

Oh, and the size is quite large.

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