Big guys are my vests

Ever since Tianyuan entered the prison gate and Yansuo went to hell, the magic world has never been calmer than before.

Regardless of Wujo Wu or Xia Youjie, they really couldn't think of any other misfortunes other than someone leaving without permission.

Wutiaowu carries the prison gate with him. On the surface, he and Xia Youjie's former classmates have turned against each other. The latter leads the curse spirits and curse masters, and opposes the magic world.

In fact, the two get together in a corner of Tokyo from time to time, complaining about what the stupid curse master or the stubborn conservatives have done.

The days are dull and boring.

Wujo Wubai leaned on his chin in boredom, and looked sideways at Jianren Qihai in the office next door frantically approving documents.

Jianren Qihai probably didn't expect that after he resigned after saying "the conjurer is shit", he was poached from the club by Gojo Satoru with a high salary, and went back and forth to work in the conjuration world.

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

Gojo Satoru unlocked the lock screen, and the moment he saw the message, his eyes became serious.

[The two-faced Su Nuo wakes up. ——Xia Youjie]

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After completing the admission procedures, every morning, Knotabayu Yujin carries a small schoolbag and goes to school hand in hand with Fu Heihui.

Today was no exception, Yuzu Yujin ran ahead, dragging Fu Heihui and had to run.

"Hui, we're going to be late, let's run fast!" Knotabagi Yuhito blushed, with a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

"It's not Yourren, you are lying in bed again."

Fu Heihui started to look like a cool guy in the future at a young age, and his straight face was particularly bluffing, but it was a pity that his aura was weakened by the baby fat on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry~ Megumi, please forgive me."

Knotaba Yuhito puffed up his cheeks and said coquettishly, his amber eyes shone brightly under the sun.

"I really can't do anything about you." Fu Heihui sighed maturely.

"Hurry up, hurry up, as soon as we pass the corner in front, we will arrive at Xiao--" The moment he turned his head to look at the entrance of the alley, Yuzu Yuhito's pupils constricted, he let go of his hand suddenly, and pushed Fu Heihui away from him with all his strength .

"Hui, run!"

Fu Heihui was caught off guard and sat down on the ground in a daze.

In the line of sight, I saw Bingshuang appearing out of thin air, holding the knotweed Yuren hostage in a very short time, freezing the pink-haired boy and sweeping away.

Before he could react to anything, Fu Heihui's hand thrown away by Yuzu Yujin froze in mid-air. He watched with his own eyes the crystal clear teardrops of his little friend falling from fear, which froze into a small irregular ice ball in the frost and hit him on the ground. palm.

"Youren!" Fu Heihui tightly held the teardrop in his hand, and rushed across the corner in disbelief.

The assailant disappeared without a trace, along with Knotabagi Yujin.

The zipper of the small yellow schoolbag was unzipped, and the book fell on the frosty ground, proving that it was not a dream just now.

Fu Heihui stood there blankly, the ice in his palm turned into water and flowed out between his fingers.

For a moment, his mind flashed the embarrassment of Fu Heisher's whole body covered in bandages when he was brought back by the white-haired man.

【How can I keep my father? ] Fu Heihui once asked "Wujo Satoru" on the phone.

[Become stronger, the strong dominate the weak. ] He remembered the man's answer at that time.

Tears fell one by one on the gradually melting ice, and the untimely frost turned into water vapor and rose in the sun, disappearing completely.

Fu Heihui dialed a long-forgotten number - "Gojo Satoru".

"Hey, Mr. Gojo, can you help me? Yuren, he was taken away..."

"..."

Gojo Satoru held the phone of "Gojo Satoru" in his hand, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He thought about whether to hack the phone and maybe find some information.

But in the end, he didn't do that, just plugged in the charger every few days, when the phone was dying, in secret anticipation.

But today, the phone, which was supposed to be silent forever, rang for the first time after "Gojo Satoru" left.

A childish voice came from the other end of the phone, and the child called himself "Mr. Wutiao".

"Wait for me where you are." Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, and responded directly. After all, he is also "Mr. Gojo", isn't he?

The teacher called the parents of the two children one after the other, but the difference was that Fu Heisher's phone was not connected.

"Sorry," Tsukimi Ritsu explained to the silver-haired samurai in front of him, "there is a problem with the child at home."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked serious, and nodded to express his understanding.

The red-haired youth was an ally invited by Natsume-sensei. Natsume-sensei didn't say it clearly, but Fukuzawa Yukichi regarded him as a new junior junior and subconsciously took care of him.

"Need help?" he asked.

Yuejian Risu guessed that it might be the former part of the two-faced Su Nuo, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "My child will also ask Mr. Fuzawa in the future."

On the way to school for the two children, Tsukimi Riko quickly found Fu Heihui with reddish eyes.

When he was two or three meters away from the child, an all-too-familiar figure appeared across the street, it was Gojo Satoru.

Tsukimi Ritsu moved his fingers slightly, and after recalling it, he remembered that "Nakahara Chuya" and Gojo Satoru had only one side.

"Hui." He called out to the child with his head down.

Fu Heihui looked up, the child had well-developed tear glands, and his eyes were slightly sore, "Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Youren well..."

On the contrary, in order to protect himself, Knotabagi Yuren was arrested before he even had time to struggle.

He bit his lips tightly, his voice was nasal after crying.

Seeing Fukuro Hui clutching the corner of his clothes uneasily, Tsukimi Rito squatted down, held the child's face and looked at him at the same level, "It has nothing to do with Hui, Yuren will be back soon."

Seeing the red-haired youth, Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, showing subtle hostility.

It was him, the one who broke the world wall with that guy and knew the other world well.

Gojo Satoru looked at the child who dialed the phone.

It turned out to be the son of Shier in the Buddhist temple.

After the reorganization of the magic world, Wujo Wu's information source was different from before, so he knew what "Gojo Wu" was busy with every day since he met and disappeared.

The ridiculous thing is that part of the Wujo family was also infiltrated by the rope, so Wujo Wucai didn't know anything about the relationship between the six eyes and the astral body.

And the elders of the Wutiao family were really hit by that guy, and they rebelled without hesitation.

The moment he found out, Gojo Goji disbanded the Presbyterian Council without saying a word, and now the entire Gojo House is under the full control of Gojo Goku, with no one to tell him what to do.

Seeing the more familiar adults, Fu Heihui subconsciously broke away from Yue Jian Ritou, but when they looked at each other, they found that the white-haired man was not the Mr. Gojo he knew, even though they looked exactly the same.

Noticing Megumi Fukui, who was instantly alert, Gojo Satoru took out the phone of "Gojo Satoru" and shook it in front of the child.

"The person you're looking for will never come back again. What's the same with me?"

Fu Heihui drooped his long eyelashes, didn't speak, and didn't dare to think about the deep meaning in his words.

Facing strangers, the balance in the child's heart tilted towards Tsukimi Rito again.

"Did Mr. Zhongyuan receive a call from the teacher?" Fu Heihui deduced the reason why Yuejian Risu arrived in time.

So will dad come to find me?

Fu Heihui's eyes flickered, and he glanced in the direction of home.

"Fuheshier won't come over."

It's not easy for Tsukimi Riko to explain to him that Fu Heisher is not interested in getting involved in the magic world, but he spends money and spends a lot of money. He recently took jobs in the black market in Yokohama.

After all, he was a conjurer killer with a criminal record, and Gojo Satoru was also concerned. He was about to explain that the little guy's father was not available, but the red-haired youth took the conversation away.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly behind the eyepatch. What is the relationship between the young man and Fu Heisher?Is there any connection with "Wujo Satoru"?

"Does Kei want to go pick up Youruto with us?" Tsukimi Ritou asked.

Fu Heihui suppressed the disappointment in his eyes, clenched his small fists, and said firmly: "I want to see Youren!"

Seeing Mr. Zhongyuan reaching out to him, Fu Heihui put his arms around his shoulders embarrassedly, and was embraced by the young man.

Gojo Satoru had a puzzled expression on his face. If he guessed right, he wouldn't know each other, right?

Why is Fu Heihui so wary of him?

It must be because that guy left a bad impression on Fu Heihui!Certainly not his reason.

Gojo Satoru snorted softly.

The two tracked down the filth, and finally found the culprit in the abandoned factory building in the suburbs—the former part of the double-faced Su Nuo, the ice magician Li Mei.

But they came a step too late.

Ominous black lines kept appearing on the surface of Knotabagi Yuhito's skin, and even spread to his eyes.

Two 10 minutes ago.

Two-faced Su Nuo opened his scarlet eyes.

In an instant, the high-ranking curse spirits in Yokohama City sensed something, fell down on the ground, and bowed their heads in the direction of the eastern suburbs to the king of curses thousands of years ago.

"Li Mei, well done," the two-faced Su Nuo said and stopped his voice.

Wait, why does he speak in a childish voice, and when he looks at it, his field of vision is also frighteningly low.

When has he ever looked up to others?

Except for Limei, who was familiar with the nature of the king of curses and knelt on the ground in advance, the curse spirits beside him who didn't know the so-called dare to look down on the double-faced Su Nuo died cleanly.

"This body..." Before he could express his opinion, two figures invaded against the light.

Two-faced Su Nuo skipped over the red-haired young man without a trace of magic power, and his eyes paused on Wutiao Wu, "Six eyes?"

"Youren!" Fu Heihui couldn't help poking out half of her body from Tsukimi Ritou's arms, looking at her little friend in surprise.

But I saw "Tibetan Youren" slowly grinning the corners of his mouth, with a fierce light in his eyes.

"If there is no woman, let's kill a child first."

Before the two-faced Su Nuo's words fell to the ground, the coercion of an ancient giant descended suddenly on this land, and a thick dark red energy instantly enveloped the entire eastern suburb.

He looked at the source of the coercion in disbelief—the young man with red hair who had been ignored by him.

With Yuejian Lisu as the center of the circle, the ground in a radius of ten miles suddenly sank.

As the red-haired youth walked towards the two-faced Nuo step by step, the cursed king, who had endured all the anger of the barbarian, was forced to bow his head inch by inch.

Can't resist, can't resist.

"Impossible..." Two-faced Su Nuo struggled to support his upper body, and the toddler's body was dripping with cold sweat.

The existence of indiscriminately manipulating gravity...a god?Evil spirit?

Li Mei on the side was already lying on the ground under the mountain-like weight, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

If he hadn't fed the container with only one finger, and if Master Su Nuo hadn't recovered his full strength, how could he have allowed the youth to live until now!

The air became heavy and it was difficult to breathe. Limei's eyes were bloodshot. He was not reconciled, how could he be reconciled!

The nails dug hard into the cracks in the ground, and the dirt stained his fingers.

Limei heard the black-haired kid ask, "Where's Youren?"

It was his negligence, and the black-haired boy should have been killed at that time.

Limei laughed ironically, "Master Su Nuo has awakened, and the container is dead!"

Yuejian Risu didn't give him the slightest look, and patted Fu Heihui on the back to comfort him: "Don't worry about it."

Limei tried his best but couldn't raise his head even once. The only thing he could do was to roll his eyes, watching the young man's heels disappear from sight in vain, and walked towards Mr. Su Nuo by himself.

Stop him and buy your lord time!

Limei wanted to grab that damned ankle, exhausted all his strength but only moved his fingertips.

"Ahh—" Amidst Limei's unwilling roar, Yuejian Lisu put Fuhei Hui'an on the ground firmly.

At the moment when Yuzu Yuhito's amber eyes lit up again, all the uncontrollable objects floating in the air fell to the ground.

Tsukimi Riko put his left knee on the ground, brushed off the dust from the child, with gentle eyes, "Welcome back, Youruto."