Yokohama Miss Gojo Love Story

The two cars drove towards the hospital one after the other.

Gojo Satoru looked back from time to time, but unfortunately even with the "six eyes", he couldn't see clearly the situation in the rear compartment through the one-way viewing glass.

There, Gojo Haruko and Nakahara Chuya were sitting; and beside him was Mori Ogai.

Along the way, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but wonder what Gojo Qingguang and that man would do in the car. After all, the sentence "We did everything last night" made him have extremely bad guesses and brooded on him.

"Five Lords?"

"Ahem, Mr. Sen..."

Hearing the call, Gojo Satoru had no choice but to look away, facing Mori Ogai's smiling face.

He had to get serious, because the man in front of him didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, but he would definitely be the most difficult person he had ever seen in his life!

"Wujo-kun, how about we talk about cooperation?"

"Cooperation?"

Gojo Satoru was really an accident. He guessed that Mori Ogai must have an intention, but he didn't expect it to be so direct.

Is the cooperation between the conjurer and the supernatural being...

"Oh, would you like to hear more about it?" Gojo Satoru also responded with a noncommittal smile.

"Well, to tell you the truth, Gojo-kun, I have recently obtained some not-so-good information..."

The exclusive underground hospital of the Port Mafia.

Fukurohui was walking out in a hurry, and on the sofa behind him by the window, sat Akutagawa Ryunosuke in black with a pale and sullen complexion.

"stop."

Fu Heihui turned a deaf ear and had already reached the door of the ward, when two men in black stepped forward to stop him.

"I told you to stop, do you hear?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke snapped.

The stubborn boy still refused to look back, and his tone refused to show weakness, "I'm here to ask Mr. Zhongyuan for advice. My time is precious, and I don't want to lie here and waste it."

"Hmph, you are qualified to see Mr. Nakahara only if you have the ability to get out of here." Akutagawa Ryunosuke folded his arms and sneered, throwing a wink.

The man in black at the door immediately took a big step forward, trying to force Fu Heihui back into the ward.

Fu Heihui didn't flinch, and still strode directly into it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned, showing an expression of impatience and having to bear it. After all, this wayward child was brought by Mr. Nakahara and his wife, and he was still injured. Small.

Suddenly, from behind Akutagawa Ryunosuke, two black rays of light flew up, and quickly circled towards Fukuroe from both sides, as if to bind him tightly.

At this moment, Fu Heihui raised his hands, slid his fingers across, and only heard two "chucks", the black light was cut into four pieces, and fell to his feet. It turned out to be just a few pieces of black cloth?

What ability is this?A spell?Or ability?

Fear flashed in Fukuro Megumi's eyes, but a faint smile appeared on Akutagawa Ryunosuke's lips.

"No wonder you are such a stinky fart. You really have some skills. Do you want to join the port mafia? Then try it out with my guerrillas first?"

This young elite with the same withdrawn and conceited personality has already developed some appreciation for Fu Hei Huisheng, and has the heart to cultivate him.

He thought that the child would be very grateful, and immediately agreed, but unexpectedly, Fu Heihui still turned his back to him, shaking his head coldly but firmly.

"No, I just want to practice under Mr. Zhongyuan!"

The cold light in Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes soared, Huo Qi got up, and several black lights flew out, almost at the speed of lightning cracking the sky, and he didn't hold back at all, and Fuguro Hui had no room to resist, so he was firmly tied up live.

"How dare you look down on me?" Pale cheeks, angry eyes suddenly approached.

"Let me go!" Fu Heihui blushed and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

At this moment, from the end of the corridor, near the elevator came a kind and slightly exaggerated laughter, "Akutagawa, what's wrong with you, are you angry with a child?"

"Mr. Mori? Ah, Mr. Nakahara..."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stepped out and saw a group of people walking towards this side. The leader turned out to be the leader, as well as Chuya Nakahara, "his woman", and another young man who was completely unfamiliar. Standing by the door with his head bowed respectfully, his heart was extremely disturbed.

"Master Hui?"

The sound was so loud that Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't even have time to raise his eyelids, only to feel the wind whistling, the figure swaying, and someone passed in front of him and landed beside Fukui Hui.

"Hey, are you using this thing to tie him up? Do you want to bully a wounded child!"

Mr. Nakahara's woman?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke saw Gojo Haruhiko pulling the cloth strips off Fukuroe's body and laying them on the ground, he couldn't help being stunned and speechless in shock.

This is an ability he is proud of!

Inside the organization, except for the leader and a few cadres, no one can easily crack it, and this woman is as easy as doing needlework and cutting cloth every day...

Sure enough, Mr. Zhongyuan didn't just look at women's faces!

"Master Hui, do you want it? Oh, the injury is here, so dangerous!" Wutiao Qingguang turned Fu Heihui around, turned around, and looked up and down.

"I'm fine..." Fu Heihui muttered softly, using a stubborn attitude to cover up his gratitude and shame.

"benefit!"

However, when another person appeared in front of him, he was surprised at first, and then the warmth in his eyes disappeared, showing a completely proud and indifferent look.

"Follow me!" Gojo Satoru didn't talk to him too much, and went straight to grab Fu Heihui's arm.

"I've said it before, I don't want to be a magician!" Fu Heihui contradicted angrily and backed away.

It's a pity that he couldn't dodge at all. As soon as he lifted his heel, his whole body seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and he couldn't move at all.

It is an extremely domineering technique of Gojo Satoru, the "strongest man in the magic world"!

Fu Heihui could only pant heavily, his flushed face was full of humiliation and anger.

"It's not that you don't want to be a conjurer, but you must. Do you want someone else to rescue your own relatives?" Gojo Satoru just looked at him calmly, but his tone was rare and severe.

Fu Heihui's shoulders trembled, and he gasped for breath.

"Tsu Miki? What's wrong with Tsu Miki?" He shouted eagerly.

Although Gojo Satoru, Gojo Qingguang, and even Nakahara Chu are good to him, but in Fukurohui's mind, the only one who can be called a "relative" is her sister Fukurotsu Miki!

"Tsun Miki is cursed, she is lying in the hospital now, her life is not in danger, but she is unconscious." Gojo Satoru replied calmly and cruelly.

"Tsin Meiji, hit, curse?" Fu Heihui muttered to himself, as if he didn't want to believe it, but also seemed very regretful.

Although Wujo Satoru is always unreliable, this kind of thing will never lie to others. Tsumiki has been cursed, and the biggest responsibility is himself!

If it wasn't for him making trouble at school, he wouldn't have left Tsumiji and was taken back to Tokyo's Gojo home for discipline; if he hadn't left for Yokohama willfully, maybe he would have had time to rescue Tsumiki in time when something happened to her!

As long as there are curses in the world, can he not get rid of the fate of a magician?

Otherwise, not only ordinary people would be hurt, but also his most important relatives!

In this extremely regretful moment, Fu Heihui seemed to have grown up, and seemed to understand why his adoptive father, Gotjo Satoru, was so unrestrained and hated the high-level people in the magic world, yet he still insisted on being a magician who wiped away the curse.