Big guys are my vests

"..." After all, he is his own son, neither angry nor angry.

Tsukimi Risu picked up Atsushi Nakajima who looked dazed, and glanced at him, "Go out and talk."

Xia Youjie pressed Wujo Wu and winked.

There are still a group of children here.

The dean didn't have time to react, or in other words, he wished that this group of young people who were obviously different from ordinary people would take Atsushi Nakajima away.

He clapped his hands to attract the attention of the other children, and comforted the toddler who was also confused.

Atsushi Nakajima lay on Tsukimi Ritsu's shoulder and looked back. The dean gave him the back of his head, and didn't even look at him.

Dazed, he unconsciously put his arms around the brown-haired man, eager to draw some warmth from him.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know why Tsukimi Ritsu protected himself, and what purpose did he have?

The child only feels that the young man who protects him is so powerful, which brings him a sense of peace of mind.

"Sorry, I'll take my leave first." Oda Sakunosuke stood up and bid farewell to the dean.

Ever since the two of them broke through the window, his hand has been brushing the cock at his waist vaguely.

Kong Shiyu conveyed two mission goals, one is Xia Youjie, and the other is Xia Youjie's goal.

And now, the second target is Atsushi Nakajima, an innocent child.

"Are you the one who assassinated Jie and manipulated the curse spirit?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"What if I say no?" Tsukimi Ritsu wanted to pry open his brain, to see what kind of brain circuit could come to this conclusion.

Although it was a coincidence that he and Ai appeared in the orphanage at the same time, the official killer Oda Sakunosuke was sitting next to him at that time.Is it possible that "Central Plains Chuya" has too much villain temperament?

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes dangerously, he wasn't that patient.

According to his poor cross-examination experience, the opponent who likes to play riddles only needs to be beaten once to learn to speak human language...

He glanced at the young child in the arms of the brown-haired man, curled up like a quail.

It is more troublesome if you have children.

"I'm just here to adopt this child." Tsukimi Risu stopped teasing him, "If you insist on proof—"

He slightly loosened the filthy restriction, the dark red energy controlling the rules spread out, and the force field even slightly distorted when it came into contact with it.

An absolute powerhouse.Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie made a judgment in an instant.

There is really no need for the opponent to use a weapon, because he is the most powerful weapon in itself.

"I've offended." Xia Youjie smoothed things over without leaving a trace, "The curse spirit in his body is too dangerous and has caused 14 deaths. It must be expelled immediately."

They witnessed with their own eyes that a person possessed by a cursed spirit induces others to make a wish, and if they cannot give the body parts required by the cursed spirit, the only end result is death.

His words made Ai feel a strong sense of crisis, and it became more and more entangled in Atsushi Nakajima's soul, unwilling to leave.

It smells like, the child's soul linked to the ability to grant wishes.

But Atsushi Nakajima's supernatural instincts rejected all abnormalities, including Ai.

It takes more desire to fit into the world, and Aye turns his attention to other people.

Ai subconsciously excludes the man with brown hair. Although all energy entities cannot cause damage to it, it is absolutely terrifying to be targeted by a god-like creature.

Wait, the familiar smell is the man who took the initiative to find it!

He can heal himself, and he must not hesitate to make another deal.

As Ai made a decision, Atsushi Nakajima's right eye was gradually dyed black, and a hazy gas life form appeared behind him.

Its dark eyes focused on Gojo Satoru, and it used all its energy to force him: "Give me your heart."

The tiger roared in Atsushi Nakajima's ear, louder than louder, desperately howling at the intruder.

don't come out!

His only remaining purple pupils were filled with tears, and he resisted with all his might.

Will be hated, will hurt!He is not an outlier!

Xia Youjie didn't expect Manu Ling to skip making a wish and directly choose Wujo Wu as the object of his request.

And the fate of not satisfying the demands... a dead body like a twisted rope emerged before his eyes.

Of course he had other options, to kill Ai's host, to kill Atsushi Nakajima.

Xia Youjie's hand hanging by his side quietly clenched into a fist.

Something is starting to spin out of control.

The little dumpling in his arms kept trembling, and a gentle and strong hand held the back of Atsushi Nakajima's head.

"No one can hurt you." Risu Tsukimi slowed down his voice.

"There are tigers." The child whispered.

Even though he was born extraordinary, he has long been used to resisting the gifts from heaven.

The brown-haired man closed his eyes. He remembered that a clone had asked him, "Chuya, why are there no gods in the world?"

"It's your ability, your talent." Risu Tsukimi was not good at words, but he was so sure that there was no doubt about it, "You are a special child among all living beings."

Atsushi Nakajima sobbed, "I want to be an ordinary person, but the dean said I was a monster."

Tsukimi Ritsu wiped away the teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes, there was a bit of tenderness between the drooping brows and eyes, "I am also a monster."

A red energy ball condensed from his fingertips, the radiant ball detached from him and wobbled towards the child.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the miraculous scene with novelty, full of amazement.

"Atsushi, are you willing to come with me?" Tsukimi Risuke asked Nakajima Atsushi for his opinion.

"Can I control them like Mr.?" Atsushi Nakajima's eyes faded, and the depths of his pupils lit up for the first time.

Somehow, he felt that the creatures in his body would never leave him again, just like a tiger.

"Of course." Tsukimi Rito made a promise.

Strictly speaking, as a life form that pursues desires, Ai does not have its own independent consciousness.

As the only existence in the world leading to "books", Atsushi Nakajima is undoubtedly the dependent object that Aimeng dreams of.

Maybe it will grow into another Alluka and Nanika.

Tsukimi Ritsu put him on the ground, and Atsushi Nakajima obviously didn't want to leave him, sticking to his legs nervously.

He couldn't understand the meaning of the adults' words. Sometimes the dean who said beautiful words would tie him firmly to the chair the next second.

But the cold brown-haired man would stand in front of him without hesitation.

Are you about to be given up again?Nakajima was panicked, his inferiority complex wrapped around him like vines, he didn't dare to look into the man's eyes.

Tsukimi Ritsu once again reached out to him: "The choice is yours, do you want to go with me?"

The little hand mustered up the courage to put it in his palm, holding one of his fingers firmly with little strength.

"Okay, sir."

"Don't worry about it, close your eyes and sleep, wake up and everything is over." Tsukimi Ritsu covered his eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima's chin was bit by bit, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep, his purple pupils completely turned black, and Ai took over the body.

It did not hesitate to make a second request to Gojo Satoru: "Give me a heart!"

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Seeing him letting go of the curse spirit, Xia Youjie's tone was so cold that ice shards could fall out.

Tsukimi Ritsu had never seen such a gloomy expression on his face. The boy's hands were clenched tightly, and his nails were almost embedded in the flesh.

His life was at stake, Gojo Satoru was not so nervous, but he was ready to fight the red-haired man.

"Here, I, heart—" Ai controlled Atsushi Nakajima and made a third request.

"Shut up." Tsukimi Ritsu coldly stopped.

"Hi," Ai looked dazed, but really didn't dare to make a move.

It's time to end this farce, Tsukimi Ritsu said: "It's not a curse spirit, a magician can't kill it, and neither can supernatural powers."

"You know what it is." Xia Youjie was sure.

"Ah, the dependent body of desire, if there is desire, it will never die, a creature of the Dark Continent." He calmly pushed the progress of the "Five Enlightenment" mission.

Hearing the Dark Continent from the third mouth, Gojo Gojo's eyes widened.

The old man said that only those who are strong enough can reach that level...then the brown-haired man is at least at the same level as the old man.

"You said it came from the Dark Continent." Wujo Satoru looked solemn.

"You have one last chance to fulfill its demands. If you don't, even Six Eyes won't survive." Tsukimi Ritsu added.

Completing the quest means Gojo Satoru has to dig out his own heart, but can a person live if his heart is dug out?

He stepped into an unresolved situation.

Realize it's a dead end.

The air is almost condensed.

Obviously it was just a time to reverse the spell, Ai didn't understand what the white-haired man was hesitating about.

It is just around the corner, wanting to make one last demand.

Tsukimi Rito pressed its head again, and said to Ai, "The person you are looking for is not him."

Ai's figure froze for a moment, not understanding what he was talking about, the rules he imposed had to be aimed at the same person.

"Go find another Six Eyes, they have the same soul."

"You can't tell them apart, right? They didn't violate the rules." Tsukimi Ritsu blocked his last path, "Now make the fourth request, and you won't get anything."

"What are you talking about..." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, unconsciously straining his hands.

The glasses creaked and shattered into pieces of glass, and the shards lodged in the palm of his hand.

Ai weighed it for a while, temporarily hiding its figure, and it stumbled to make a request. "in one day."

Atsushi Nakajima regained his senses and blinked his purple pupils, not understanding what happened.

Tsukimi Riko rubbed his head and comforted him, "It's okay."

"It can't tell what it means?" The anger in Wujo Wu's eyes almost ignited and burned into a raging fire.

"You don't know how to reverse the spell," Tsukimi Ritsu asked lightly, "Isn't it good to let someone who can't die be on top?"

won't die...

Gojo Satoru's mind flashed back the pale lip color of the first meeting "Gojo Satoru", the hot blood coughing on his hand, and the instantly healed wound.

He suddenly remembered the other party's answer when he asked about his injuries—the price he had to pay to see him.

All clues point to the answer.

"Wujo Satoru" once fulfilled Ai's request, just to see him.

"Come out." Gojo Satoru stared at Atsushi Nakajima, with bloodshot eyes faintly creeping up, "Let it get out."

"To be clear, what did it take from that guy?"

Atsushi Nakajima flinched into Tsukimi Ritou's arms, he knew that Gojo Satoru's anger was not aimed at him, but he was still terrified.

"Lungs." Ai controlled Atsushi Nakajima's mouth, recalling with difficulty.

"liver."

"Pancreas."

"Heart."

"brain."