As a passerby NPC, I want to teach 5T5 to fall in love

"Hey, hey, you don't plan to jump from here, do you? The key is! Can you stop taking me down in this posture?"

Hoshino Mirai stared dumbfounded at a certain white hair who scooped himself up, and then clamped himself between the crook of his arm and his waist.

At this moment, she sighed, luckily she wasn't carrying it! !

Gojo Wu tightly pursed the line of his lips, and a few jumps landed firmly on the branch beside him.The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, and there is no extra shock when falling.This is no longer a word that can be described as "healthy and healthy".

"Gojo Satoru, what's wrong with you?" The girl who was caught in her arms frowned and muttered.

The white shirt on Gojo Wujo's waist and abdomen was wet, and the hot and strong muscle lines were clinging to the wet cloth, and large swaths of wetness were blooming on the girl's sailor suit, mixed with blood-colored flowers, and rendered pink. trace.

Sticky, wet, hot, tight.

This is the feeling from her body.

It only took a few minutes for the surrounding atmosphere to change from the panic at the beginning to the oppressive feeling now.

Gojo Satoru was angry, on the verge of losing control.

Hoshino Mirai recalled in the first world, the lunatic who was on the verge of madness, before she could figure out how to face Gojo Satoru like that.Just watched him kick open the door of the infirmary.

In the empty infirmary, Gojo Satoru wanted to throw the person in his hand directly onto the bed, but after thinking about it, he restrained his movements, laid it flat beside the bed, and then locked the door of the infirmary.

"Where is the wound?" With a cold face, he took a few steps to the bedside with the medicine box.

Hoshino Mirai sat on the edge of the bed a little at a loss, sighed, and obediently lifted the hem of the sailor jacket.

There was a bloody wound on the side abdomen.On the white skin, the bright red flesh and blood turned outwards. For a moment, he thought of the snow-white Daifuku who was smashed by the canine teeth, and made him hallucinate the beautifully blooming red plums on the white snow.

He shook his head and put aside the beautiful and weird thoughts in his mind.He opened the medicine box and glanced at the girl sitting by the bed.

Except for the wound on the flank, the exposed skin is also covered with scratches from the wire on the fence.One after another, the bright red wounds were undoubtedly revealed on the white and delicate skin.

He could tell at a glance that the wounds on her waist, abdomen and palms were all caused by fruit knives, and she scratched herself.

When he left the rooftop, he roughly glanced at the knife that fell near the fence, which belonged to the family.It was the fruit knife he used to cut fruit and make fruit tarts yesterday.

In other words, Hoshino Mirai not only knew that as an NPC, she might be punished, but even carried knives with her, providing the system with weapons that could hurt herself at any time.

What if the system drives her body to insert a fruit knife into her abdomen?What about inserting the heart?

Gojo Satoru didn't dare to imagine such a result, as long as he thought about it, he could hardly restrain the anger in his heart.

He needs a reasonable explanation.

A strange silence spread in the small infirmary. Hoshino Mirai peeked at Gojo Satoru with a gloomy face in front of him. Those clear eyes seemed to be in the blue and extremely cold sea of ​​ice. Indescribable emotions tumbling and flowing under the ice.

Although suppressing all kinds of emotions, he still handled her wounds with ease, his movements were gentle and meticulous, not like Wujo Wu.

"are you angry?"

Finally unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, she took the initiative to speak.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, "Yes, I need an explanation."

"Explanation? I have a layer or two of doubts about whether this system will kill me. I'm betting on the possibility. Simply put, the explanation you want is two words: gambling."

Wujo Wujo, who was applying the medicine, shook his hand, and the cotton swab made him stronger, causing the girl's whole body to tremble slightly.

"I don't want to hear such perfunctory explanations."

She inhaled slowly, relieving the pain, "No, it's not perfunctory. I'm more than 7% sure that I can gamble."

After a long pause, she continued: "According to the game, you are the only player. So what is the meaning of my existence? Have you ever thought about it?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, took out a bundle of bandages, and then said, "In order for the game to continue to operate according to the established rules."

"Yes, I should exist to keep the game running, that is to say, the game will not be interrupted or die, and there is a high probability that I will not die. I am betting on this possibility. So I specially brought a fruit knife , isn’t it more convenient to kill me with a ready-made fruit knife than trying to control my body and let me fall to my death?”

"You should at least..." He retorted subconsciously, thinking that if he said it in advance, the system would know and the plan would cease to exist.Before he could finish speaking, he got stuck in his throat.

"It's impossible for me to say in advance that the success of this plan is due to luck. You didn't misunderstand what I meant, and I didn't misunderstand what you meant. This is probably the only time this happened. How could I let it slip away in vain. "

Calm and detached discourse, to maximize the benefits and abandon the influence of emotions.It should be said, is this what Hoshino Mirai really looks like?Gojo Satoru frowned and thought while wrapping the bandage.

The girl's soft waist was so slender that he could cover it with a pair of palms.The white bandages were criss-crossed, round and round. "In the future, have you thought about one thing. In the first world, after you fought with that group of trash, your injuries would be healed the next day, but this time? The system didn't take your condition into consideration at all. You The high fever is probably due to the drug treatment."

He pursed his lower lip and tied the last wrap of the bandage.Looking directly at the girl's green pupils, "Perhaps this also proves that the system doesn't care about your physical condition, your life or death. So stop joking about your own safety, I, Gojo Satoru, don't need this way to get victory."

Every word, even if the voice was deliberately lowered, it was difficult to conceal the wanton arrogance in his words.

He, Gojo Satoru, is the strongest in the magic world, and he doesn't need to sacrifice his friends to break through the predicament.

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he slowly placed his broad palm on top of the girl's head, and rubbed his frizzy hair with a little strength, the fluffy and soft hair was gently swaying in the palm of his hand.

Hoshino Mirai lowered his head, silently feeling the sense of touch and weight coming from above his head, "Mmmm, and thank you for coming to save me."

"It's not okay to talk about it verbally!" He raised his eyebrows, and tapped the forehead of the person in front of him with his slender, white index finger. The warm and delicate touch slid down from the forehead bit by bit until the girl was small and delicate. the tip of the nose.

The fingertips touched the tip of the nose, and the secret crimson color rose slowly along the neck, forcing Hoshino Mirai to lean back quickly, looking a little flustered.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Dry my hair for me." He pulled out a towel out of nowhere, threw it to Hoshino Miku who was sitting by the bed, pouted and beckoned her to wipe his hair.

Actually asked the wounded to wipe your hair... Hoshino Mirai smiled helplessly, touching the wound on his side, making her frown.

"You didn't speak at the time, are you being manipulated by the system?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head, feeling the movement of wiping the towel, not light or heavy, just right.

"Yeah, it feels like the consciousness has been emptied from the body, and I can't do anything. It's like playing a game and suddenly changing from the first perspective to the third perspective. What about you, what happened at that time?"

"That guy is very cunning. He occupied Hayama Kyoko's body, but he couldn't tell any useful information."

"Don't worry about this, just like a computer virus, it will spread one by one. In program editing, if there is a code error, it will cause the entire system to crash."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, tapped the bed board with his fingers, and secretly made a decision in his heart, it seemed that he was busy tonight.

In the dead of night, black ink surged around the sky.Under the dim street lights, a van galloped on the empty street at midnight, with sparks flying all the way, the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom, driving on the street with the momentum of a racing car.

The last one wagged its tail and stopped in front of the boundless white mist.

The car door opened, and what came out was a "ball" kicked down by someone, and a person tied up with a rope.

Gojo Satoru kicked four or five former bad teammates out of the car.The delinquents were imprisoned with ropes, their mouths were pasted with black tape, and they could only make a "woo woo" sound.

"Do you want to live?" The corners of his mouth were raised, revealing an extremely flamboyant smile.

The condescending posture and the irresistible fear made several bad guys who were bundled into a ball nod their heads hastily, and there was still liquid oozing from the corners of their eyes, whether it was tears or sweat.

Gojo Satoru crossed his fingers, twisted slightly, and pointed to the white mist not far away. "If you want to survive, go in, whoever can come out first, I will let him go, go."

Several bad guys looked at each other, with panic and fear intertwined on their faces, and the last few rushed towards the unknown thick white mist.

Only the first one to come out will be let go by the devil. The desire to survive in everyone's heart drives them to run towards the white mist.Rushing to be the first, for fear that I would be the last and lose the opportunity.

Gojo Satoru followed behind, and he walked slowly towards the dense fog, but wherever he went, the fog retreated fearfully as if consciously, just like Moses parting the sea, spreading out a stream. Road, dare not approach him within three steps.

so boring~

Looking at the bad guy who turned into data and electrons and then dissipated after coming into contact with the fog, he clicked his tongue. He grabbed the last bad guy and smashed him onto the hard concrete floor behind him.

"You are dismissed."

Bad, who fell to the ground, ignored the rope on his body, struggling with his body, trying to keep himself farther away from this demon.

The night was quiet, and the moonlight was cold, pouring on the mist, floating and sinking with the mist.

Gojo Satoru squeezed his knuckles, his cold eyes scanned the thick mist.Just after the few people before turned into data, he felt the change of the moonlight, as if after absorbing those data, it became more textured.

He stepped into the fog step by step, and the rising thick fog was testing around him, but he still didn't dare to approach him, and he gave way wherever he went.

Finally, in the deepest part, at the extreme end of the boundary, he found what he wanted, mana.

Strands of mana and filth spread in the deepest part of the boundary, and the sticky gray mana was mixed in the mist bit by bit.

That's his spell.

Sure enough, his idea was right, the whole game was to draw his mana to keep it running.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

He rested his palm on his forehead, and smiled wildly and flamboyantly.In the bright and intense blue pupils, excitement and coldness are intertwined and intertwined.He laughed louder and louder, and there was even a faint echo in the empty street, with some tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Using his mana to control himself, no wonder the mana returned to his body when the world was changed last time.

It's really interesting, he is now more and more curious about the rules and purpose of the operation of this game space.

After finding what he was looking for, he snapped his fingers and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road with great interest.

By the time he got back to his home, it was already past two o'clock in the night.

The moonlight was shining, and through the towering trees in the courtyard, it cast a shadow on his shoulders, and even covered the mixed emotions of light and dark on his face.

The light in the living room was still on, the only light on the whole street.It is like a lighthouse standing in the vast, turbulent deep sea, shining like a bright moon.

Before he could turn the handle, the door opened from the inside.A girl with light chestnut hair and short hair stood at the door, with the corners of her mouth raised, her smile was bright and bright, and the pale moonlight was reflected in her blue pupils, shining brightly.

"Welcome back."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to hide thousands of stars, and seemed to be covered with gentle moonlight.The white-haired DK was a little stunned.

"what happened?"

The voice is as warm and seductive as if soaked in hot air.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his fingertips unnaturally, turned his head and replied: "It's okay, you are very energetic, why are you still awake so late?"

"Because you suddenly went out without saying hello. Are you hungry? I made some sweet soup. You can drink some before going to bed."

He paused slightly in locking the door.Then, with long legs, he followed the person in front in two steps. He stretched out his long arms, and covered the top of the girl's head with his broad palms. He imitated Hoshino Mirai's movements and patted them gently.

Hoshino Mirai's body froze, and the smile on his face stagnated, and then a slight heat hit near the pinna, and it was Gojo Satoru's deep and hoarse voice: "Thank you."

Looking at the half-stiff body in front of him, the white-haired DK raised the corners of his mouth and felt better. Finally, he rubbed his hair, which felt good to the touch, and walked towards the living room.

On the table is hot sweet soup, surrounded by white smoke, mixed with a sweet and greasy aroma.

"It tastes good!" He commented while tasting.

Hoshino Miku pursed his lips, comforting the cat that had just woken up. "That's right, I put twice as much sugar, remember to wash the dishes after eating. I'm going to bed."

"Don't you ask me where I went?" Looking at the girl who left with the cat in her arms, he finally couldn't help asking.

Hoshino Mirai exhaled, kneaded the cat's pink fleshy ball, and said, "You will naturally say what you want to say, I don't have such a strong desire to control."

"Cut, but why are you carrying the dog back to the room?"

"sleep."

"You slept with it?"

"correct."

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt inexplicable unhappiness from the bottom of his heart, "Give me the dog."

Hoshino Mirai turned around in confusion, "Why?"

"Five dogs are mine! I haven't slept with any of them!"

"Huh???" She looked at Wujo Satoru with a face of shock, she didn't understand, she couldn't understand his inexplicable brain circuit.

Childish as a primary school student.

"Huh!" A certain white hair snorted coldly, and took the white fur ball in her arms.I only saw the white furball struggling, whimpering and trying to break free from his hand, not as obedient as before.

"Look at me, you want to sleep with me!"

Gojo Satoru held up the cat, and the two pairs of blue eyes looked directly at each other, and their eyes collided.In the end, it ended in the cat's failure.It nestled in Gojo Satoru's arms dejectedly, with sad and sad eyes.Gojo Gojo, the winner, was raising his eyebrows triumphantly, with his toes held high.

Hoshino Miku, who witnessed the whole process from the side, rubbed his temples.It's the first time I've seen someone compete with cats, it's really you Gojo Satoru.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning light was faint, and there were bursts of birdsong from the green trees in the courtyard.

Hoshino Miku, who crawled out of the bed, checked his wound, but it didn't improve at all. It seemed that he could only heal by himself.

She took out the milk and bread from the refrigerator, fiddled with the breakfast briefly, looked at the time, and estimated when to call the white hair in the room to get up.

At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Future! Little future!"

It was Hayama Akiko's anxious voice.

Hoshino Mirai opened the door, and outside the door stood Akiko Hayama and her sister Sakurako Hayama.

The flustered and tense emotions were undoubtedly revealed on the faces of the two, "Future, what happened to you yesterday? How did you run to the rooftop?"

Yabai, how do you explain this?

Hoshino Mirai, who had always been able to tell lies with his eyes open, suddenly got stuck.How can I explain the past perfectly without something wrong.

"I, I don't know either. My mind was blank at the time, and I just turned over like that."

Don't explain, let others guess for themselves.Especially the three sisters of Yeshan, the ones with super brain power, will definitely be able to justify themselves!

come on!I'm sure you can!

"Could it be that he was possessed by something?" Ye Shanqiuzi exclaimed, with a frightened expression on his face.

Hoshino Mirai let out a sigh of relief, and followed her words to make up the reason, "How come! However, I did read an urban legend the night before, is it possible?? Impossible, impossible, impossible that of!"

Coupled with timely expressions of fear, disbelief, and firm refutation, this performance basically convinced the two sisters.

"Qiuzi, it's all your fault for talking nonsense and making Hoshino-san think nonsense." The eldest sister Hayama Sakurako on the side scolded her younger sister with a slightly reproachful tone.

While talking, Ye Shanqiuzi grabbed the girl's hand in front of her with a sincere expression, "In the future, you must heal your injury quickly! Otherwise, we will lose one person in Qingyin club!"

"Sister Qiuzi, I will recover from my injury, but I can't help Qingyin Club anything, I can only do odd jobs."

As soon as this remark came out, both Ye Shan sisters were stunned, and Ye Shan Qiuzi was the first to jump out and retort: ​​"Little Mirai, what are you talking about! You are a guitarist! Our guitarist! You performed at the visit two days ago You are so outstanding, how can you become a handyman!"

Guitarist?Isn't the guitarist Kyoko Hayama?

Hoshino Mirai's pupils shrank slightly due to shock, a chill spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, and even his fingertips became stiff.

"Then, where's Hayama Kyoko? Where's Miss Kyoko?" She asked eagerly.

Sakurako Hayama frowned, "Who is that? It's a bit like our name. Is it Hoshino-san, your friend?"

her friend?Isn't that your sister?You are triplets!

Did the system erase the existence of Hayama Kyoko?

"Little Future, Future, why are your hands so cold? What's wrong with you?"

"Hoshino-san? Are you okay?"

All kinds of voices echoed in her ears, but she seemed to be sinking into the bottom of the sea, her ears and eyes were covered with a thick layer of water mist, making her indistinct, and her voice was also booming, isolated above the water surface.

Hayama Kyoko disappeared, Hayama Kyoko was erased, Hayama Kyoko died.

Countless faces of Kyoko Hayama echoed in front of her eyes, floating back and forth.

The system can erase the existence of Hayama Kyoko casually today, so can it be done tomorrow...

Before she could continue thinking, a clear call pulled her consciousness out of the water.

"future!"

The broad palm patted Hoshino Mirai's shoulder, and she regained consciousness in a trance.

"I'm fine..." She lowered her head and muttered to herself.

The two Hayama sisters also looked at Hoshino Mirai with an abnormal expression, and their hearts were full of anxiety, "Future, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I suddenly went into a trance, maybe it's hypoglycemia, it's fine." She forced a smile and found an excuse.

Sakurako Hayama frowned, "Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, it's really okay, I'll just go back and eat something, but don't you really remember Hayama Kyoko?" Hoshino Mirai still didn't give up, and asked.

"Who is this person? I've never heard of it."

Hayama Akiko's unquestionable answer shattered her last illusion.

In the end, Gojo Gojo took a tough attitude and let the two Hayama sisters leave Gojo's house, giving Hoshino a period of time to ease his emotions in the future.

She sat on the sofa with some limbs limp, with no strength in her whole body.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and put the hot milk in his hand on the girl's numb cheeks, the warm touch made her look a little more lively.

"I'm fine, I just didn't react right away."

"Drink some, don't get really hypoglycemic in a while." Gojo Satoru looked at her pale face and urged.

Hoshino Mirai took the milk, holding the warm cup with both hands, feeling a little more comfortable.She took small sips of hot milk, and the mellow milk passed down her throat and fell into the bottom of her stomach. The hot feeling spread from her lower abdomen to all parts of her body.

She should have thought of this, facing a buggy program, software.The easiest and most effective way is to delete the virus. If you delete the virus directly, it will not cause a complete crash.

It's just that she didn't expect that this deletion would completely erase her existence in this game world.

"I went to the border last night, and the dense fog has changed." Seeing his face gradually returning to rosy, Gojo Satoru was also slightly relieved, and he opened his mouth to narrate what he saw and heard last night, but he omitted the use of bad things. Do the experiment.

Listening to Gojo Satoru's narration, Hoshino Mirai frowned, his canine teeth unconsciously rubbed against his lower lip, and his thoughts were chaotic.

She opened the favorability interface. On the interface of the original three Raiders characters, the position belonging to Hayama Kyoko was empty, and everything about her in this world disappeared.

"Now, what is certain is that I have a high probability of taking Hayama Kyoko's position and becoming a member of the Qingyin Club. That is to say, even if the raider role is erased and various patches are applied, the game will not be interrupted. This shows that the reasonable operation of the game is above the system."

"Yes, I guess it should be bondage." Gojo Satoru crossed his fingers, kneaded them a few times, and began to explain the meaning of "bondage" in the magic world.

Bondage, it is an oath in exchange for a price.

It is an existence that cannot be violated absolutely.

"In this way, it is easy to explain. The mastermind locked you in this game and drew your mana to support the operation of this game. At the same time, it has set constraints, that is, if you want to If you are completely imprisoned, you must decide whether you will stay or not through the game. If you win, you can go back with the prize, if you lose, you will be trapped here forever."

Hoshino Mirai drank the cold milk in one gulp, forcing himself to think calmly.

The existence of Wujo Satoru, the source of the game, and the conspiracy of the system can all be explained, so what is the reason for her appearance?

Could it be that she is also a fake NPC fabricated by the system?

No, it's impossible, she remembers her past, everything about her, everything about her clearly, and there is nothing contrary to logic.

She is a living person who entered this game after death.There is no doubt about it.

Suddenly a bold idea came to her mind, "Wu, I think this game should be fair. The system is biased, but the game itself is fair."

Gojo Satoru fiddled with the toaster, and replied casually: "So?"

"If the game was unfair, you should have lost. Guess why you chose the love game. When you first entered the game space, there were so many games on the turntable for you to choose from. Why did you just pick it so precisely? Love game?"

Baimao DK brought the baked bread and strawberry jam to the sofa, signaling the girl to eat quickly.

He himself took a bite of a piece of bread with half a bottle of strawberry jam on it, and while eating, he replied, "Were you there at that turntable back then?"

"Hehe, of course. I'm so sorry for my low sense of existence!" Hoshino Mirai carefully smeared strawberry jam, restraining the amount, no more, no less, as if measured with a ruler.

"In the future, you don't actually resist and hate sweets so much." Gojo Satoru, who quickly finished a piece of bread, started talking about other topics.

Whether it's biscuits, or cakes, or the fruit tarts of the previous two days, today's strawberry jam.Every time, although the future complained about being too sweet, the sweetness exceeded the standard, etc., he never showed any real boredom.

If it is really annoying, it is a big salty party, then it should be like Nitro, who refuses the existence of all sweets.

Hoshino Mirai's hand holding the bread trembled slightly, and she pulled the corner of her mouth, revealing a perfect arc. "Well, it's not that annoying, and of course it's not at the level of ordinary people like your sweet tooth. And, don't change the subject, we're discussing something very important!"

"Yes! Future adults, please continue!"

"What I mean is that the system has made a trick, no matter how you turn the dial, you will jump to the option of the love game. And after doing this, it has to make up for the fairness of the game in other ways, that is, arrange a cheat That means I’m here to help you clear the game, which is also in line with the saying of restraint.”

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands appropriately and made a "crack clap clap" sound.

"Wow, it's amazing! The future is amazing!"

The words, which were obviously praiseworthy, were paired with the tone of a good reader, and suddenly became eccentric.

This made Hoshino Mirai want to smear the slice of bread with strawberry jam directly on his face.

Looking at the girl's slightly ferocious eyes, he spread his hands helplessly, and became serious, "I really praise you! Seriously! Because you will always praise me like this in the future, right?"

He said with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and blinked at her with his blue and clear eyes.

Vengeful guy!Cheapskate!Complain that she usually acts like coaxing a child.Hoshino Mirai grinds his back molars, and takes a hard bite of the slice of bread in his hand.

Gojo Satoru re-applied the bread slices, and another large lump of strawberry jam was spread on the bread.He said: "Of course I know that you are definitely on my side. I said it a long time ago. In this world, only you and I are real, real people."

"I guess why don't you choose other games, such as fighting, horror, reasoning, shooting, etc., because you are afraid that you will pass the level at once. After all, you can take people from the seven or eight floors of the building with one hand to the ground unscathed. Your physical fitness is about to catch up with Captain America. You can only start with love games."

The white-haired DK, who was still complacent after listening to the previous words, widened his eyes and looked dissatisfied when he heard the last sentence.He directly retorted: "What are you talking about! With my face, I'm already invincible in love games, okay?"

Hehe, DK in the cocky puberty.

Hoshino rolled his eyes in the future, and decided not to get involved with him on this issue.

"The matter of Hayama Kyoko is my fault. I didn't think it through." After a while of silence, she finally decided to face this matter.

Gojo Satoru also put away his unscrupulous expression, and his expression was a little tense, "I don't think it's your fault, don't put too much burden on yourself."

When it came to Xia Youjie's matter, he was a step too late. He failed to see the hesitation and confusion of his best friend, and he failed to stop him from going to a dead end.

He was late for Xia Youjie's business.

This time, he will not repeat the same mistakes.

She smiled softly, "I'm not trying to get into a dead end. As I said, I'm not that kind of person. It's just a normal reflection. Are you a little nervous?"

"Probably." He pursed his lips.

"I regret that my mistake caused her to disappear, but if I choose again, I will still do it. Because doing so is beneficial to us. I am loyal to my interests, and to my own interests. That being said, I'm a selfish guy."

The straightforward analysis and straightforward words made Gojo Satoru startled slightly.In the future, the reason for the cold hands and feet at that time can only be...

"So, you were afraid at the time, and next time, it will erase you, right?" He controlled the muscles in his throat and squeezed out the three words.The sweetness of strawberry jam stuck to his throat, making him so dry that he couldn't even speak, and the final ending even had a trill.

Hoshino Mirai didn't speak, just looked at him calmly, and finally frowned and smiled.

"Impossible, I won't let that happen!"

"Yeah, the strongest, please!"

After breakfast, Gojo Satoru was still half-lying on the sofa with the cat in his arms, and the [-] o'clock file of dog blood that he recorded last night was playing on the TV.

"Hey, I didn't go to school because of my injury, why are you?" Hoshino Mirai smiled and stared at the shapeless white-haired dk, behind the sweet voice was almost visible black resentment.

Gojo Satoru crossed his slender legs, and was teasing the cat with his hand, and lazily replied: "I stayed here to take care of my lovely sister!"

Hehe, take care of her, right?Is it like taking care of half lying down?

If it weren't for the wounds in her waist and abdomen that didn't allow her to make too many movements, she really wanted to slap the book in her hand directly on that face that was full of anger.

After the TV series was played, the long-suffering cat broke free from his embrace and fled to the side of Mirai Hoshino, sticking out its pink tongue and licking its snow-white hair.

Gojo Satoru is stretching his waist, the leisurely and comfortable life of ordinary people is much better than that of conjurers.Thinking about it this way, if Jie wants to wipe out all ordinary people, there will be no dog blood TV series, and no desserts to eat. It's really scary, and such a world is too boring.

He glanced at the girl who was reading a book with her head lowered. The light chestnut hair was slightly curled and fell on her fair face.

She is also an ordinary person, if they were in the same world, Jay would have killed her too.

No, he doesn't want such a world.

"Huh?" Hoshino Mirai, feeling his gaze, turned his head and asked a certain white hair.

The blue almond eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and they were staring at him intently.

"In the future, do you want to know about Xia Youjie?" He said this sentence by accident.

Because you are the strongest, you have to bear everything.Because it has six eyes that appear once every 400 years, it is called the Son of God.

Day and night, I burned everything to get rid of the curse, and dedicated my life to those malicious things.They want such a god.

People love to make gods, hold people up high, and when they make mistakes, they will fall into the mud again and step hard into the mud.

People are passionate about it and enjoy it.

However, the gods will also be tired.

Gojo Satoru was a bit tired. Ever since his best friend defected, the arduous and dangerous tasks had piled up on him alone.

The departure of his best friend made him start to chew those curses and malice all by himself.He swallowed all the suffering in his belly alone.

Even if he wanted to go out again, he had to admit that during this period of time, his life was pretty good.

The life of ordinary people is not so boring, but also quite comfortable. Perhaps it is this comfort that made him say this sentence, this past event that he originally planned to bury deeply in his heart.

Even if it's a god, it's okay to confide its troubles to its followers.

Thinking like this, he told stories about the miraculously strongest combination.Regardless of whether the people around him were listening or not, he kept on talking.

Even he himself didn't realize that he was spitting out the fierce poison entrenched in his stomach to the people around him bit by bit.

Hoshino Mirai closed the book in his hands, and silently endured this huge and complicated "maliciousness and poison".

Maybe it is because he wants to swallow all kinds of malice that he is so addicted to sweets?

"Let me tell you, Jie is really over the mark. Even though I asked him what's wrong, he didn't want to tell me. Listening to that woman's nonsense in 99 Yuki, he became black all of a sudden! Over the mark Yes! Obviously, it can be said..."

In the end, the words became softer, and finally turned into a sigh after a long silence.

Hoshino Mirai shook off the lost white-haired head and let him lean on his shoulder.

The cat is tired of throwing up hairballs.

"Only this once! There is a priceless Hoshino Mirai special offer for comfort!" She stroked her soft white hair, comforting in a soft voice.

"Do you think he's over the top!" Gojo Satoru leaned obediently on his slender and thin shoulders, and he could smell the faint scent of lime on his follower's body with the tip of his nose.

It was the laundry detergent they used to wash their clothes, and it smelled of him too.

"Yeah, it's beyond the mark! I left you alone, and ran to complete the righteousness."

"If it is the future, what will it be?"

"Me? It will probably kill the villagers