God is still on the way to recovery

After disposing of the garbage, Urashige set the access control light to [Do Not Disturb], checked the time on his phone, and felt that it was time for Gojo Satoru to go back.

The other party has to catch a plane tomorrow morning, and he has to continue to do the questions. There are still two days before the decisive battle of fate. He has memorized those formulas and questions by heart, and he only waits for Zang Feng to come out of the sheath.

However, when I went back to the living room, I saw Gojo Gojo leaning on the sofa with his neck up, and slowly, a little blush climbed up his cheeks, he hesitated, tilted his head, his white hair was weak As soon as it floated, the whole person lay down.

Anna grabbed the opponent's arm in a panic, her center of gravity was unstable due to the weight, and she almost fell down together.

"Anna what did you do?"

Mao Mo glanced at the suspicious cups of "oolong tea" and "boiled water" on the table, and there was reason to suspect whether his adoptive mother had dragged him to drink spirits. Some", he was sure that Gojo Satoshi was not enough.

Just kidding, if you are confident, the other party has already started the mocking mode, so there is no need to be humble.

Helping to pull the person onto the sofa, struggling to make the other person lie down, Matsuo and Anna tossed and tossed for a long time, five tall bodies unceremoniously occupied the space, their slender legs arched in aggrieved way, their knees stuck to the With a soft leather backrest, one hand resting on the forehead, the blue eyes are a little absent-minded, and the line of sight does not know where to fall.

"Scared to death, suddenly so cute, then became silent again, sitting there motionless..."

Anna had lingering fears, thinking back to the young man who suddenly acted like a baby, the big man who was clearly in the middle of the year, he used his baby face to put on the posture of a vigorous high school boy. The guy who is arrogant and tyrannical and cursed will suddenly turn on the cuteness mode. Sure enough, this conjurer is actually young at heart, innocent and cute is his nature!

"I didn't drink him, he just drank this."

Pointing to the citrus wine on the table, Urumo picked it up, shook it, and only drank half of it.

Picking up the frightened cigarettes from the carpet, Anna still had lingering fears. Seeing the conjurer's quiet appearance, she asked, "Do you need to call an ambulance?"

She's worried the guy is allergic to alcohol.

"Just drunk." Uramo tried to touch Gojo's forehead, but the opponent's no-lower-limit spell was still activated.

If the mantra is functioning normally, then even if there is a life-threatening situation, Gojo Satoru can be cured by the reversal technique.

"Okay, I'll go smoke a cigarette and calm down."

She was addicted to cigarettes, and it was not easy to smoke in front of her son, so Anna went out with menthol cigarettes and went to the smoking area at the end of the corridor.

Miao Mao took a towel, poured another glass of water, knelt down on the carpet again, and said to the conjurer, "Don't hold it in, if it's really uncomfortable, you can spit it out."

The man looked at him from under his arm, and there seemed to be a faint mist in the blue eyes, they stood still, as if the sky had been silent for a moment.

Silent, quiet Wujo Satoru.

Seeing the other party's soft white hair hanging in front of his eyes, and the straight nose bridge, he stared at himself quietly, he grabbed the towel tightly, and tried to coax: "I...wipe it for you."

The man still didn't speak, but there was a faint wind in the room.

Uramo knew that the No Lower Limit spell had been lifted, and then, Gojo Satoru quietly closed his eyes, his quiet and handsome face lay on the soft sofa defenselessly, exhaling a slightly heavy breath from the tip of his nose.

Wipe the other person's forehead and neck with a towel dipped in slightly cool water. Ushio can clearly feel the temperature of the man's neck, as well as the warm beating of the pulse under the skin. Such a vivid sense of life, subtle and heartbeating experience .

This is a battle-hardened warlock, he should be very clear about what it means to hand over a fragile neck to someone else.

Staring at the faint blue blood vessels under the fair skin on the side of the neck, Ushio was a little dazed, and suddenly heard the other party say.

"Mao Mao."

Hearing the other party's full name, Miao Mao stopped as if electrocuted, and asked earnestly, "What's wrong?"

The action just now may have been a little presumptuous, and it shouldn't have been rubbed on the neck for so long.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, his white eyelashes were like feathers, trembling uncomfortably.

"It's hard to drink."

"what?"

Mao Mao thought in a daze: Am I disgusting?

Finally, he opened his eyes, and his calm face suddenly frowned, sticking out his tongue like a kid who had eaten mustard and frowning: "Orange flavor."

Mu Mao suddenly realized: So it was about wine.

"You don't like oranges?" Uramo wondered if an alcoholic was capable of speaking logically.

"Oranges are disgusting." Gojo Satoru looked serious, "Orange peels emit acid mist."

Those blue eyes opened and closed, a little mist rose up, and they looked over in a hazy way.

"Spicy eyes."

Mao Mao guessed that the other party was sprayed in the eyes with the acid mist squeezed out of orange peel by some brat when he was a child.

"Mao Mao."

"Yes!" The person whose name was called immediately recovered and continued to sit upright.

"You should apologize to me."

"???"

"You kicked me and broke your promise." His tone suddenly turned sharply, his lips curved down, and his expression became unhappy.

Hello, do you remember this?

And you pulled my feet first, and threatened me to make trouble in front of Anna.

What does it mean to sue now? ?

Mao Mao organized the vocabulary to prepare for a counterattack, and his first reaction was that this guy was pretending to be drunk.

However, the unhappy expression of a certain white-haired magician didn't last for two seconds, and his tone suddenly trembled.

"No one has ever..."

Let's sue, just sue, the blue eyes are still shining, it's a killer.

Feeling guilty after being stared at by the baby blue, he couldn't even utter the words he wanted to fight back.

Bullying Gojo Satoru at this time is almost like playing the villain, Uramo endured all kinds of rebuttals, and continued to coax: "My fault is my fault... Don't be so sad, with a tone of crying..."

Everyone's voice trembled, how hard did I bully this person? ?

Mao Mao had to think that he had lost his memory, forgot what he had done to the other party, abandoned him from beginning to end or was ruthless, otherwise he wouldn't be so sad, right?

"I'm not going to cry." Covering his mouth with one hand, the handsome baby-faced boy had a bleak expression on his face, "I'm just a little nauseous, so my tone will change..."

Mao Mao: I#%%&...

However, the small half bottle of sparkling wine had already been digested, and he didn't have to vomit even if he wanted to.

Gojo Satoru held his dazed head, but he didn't need to worry too much at the moment.

A god who can kill most curses in an instant is by his side, especially two days ago, the other party purified the entire Tokyo area in one go, eliminating [-]% of the curses, even those small curses in the sidewalks. The number of spell-removing commissions accepted plummeted, and the conjurers gained a rare period of leisure.

Lai lay on the sofa, smelling a faint and elegant aroma from the tip of his nose, Gojo Gojo hummed twice and said, "I'm thirsty."

"Here."

A glass of water was thrown on the coffee table.

"Feed me a drink."

The white-haired conjurer made a straightforward request.

A certain god didn't intend to be obedient because he had just been teased.

Then, I saw the conjurer strenuously trying to sit up with his elbows on the sofa. After several attempts, he finally slumped there, looking over with blank eyes.

The god finally felt pity, knelt down on the carpet and handed the cup to the other party's lips.

After drinking a little water, Gojo Satoru finally felt the churning in his stomach calm down. He closed his eyes again, breathed quietly, and murmured: "Gods really love all beings..."

Hearing this, Matsuo blinked.

Gojo Satoru is thinking about the next itinerary: the curse in Australia is caused by the mutation of ancient spirits in the region, and it is more difficult to deal with. I need to contact some local warlocks to deal with it... one and a half days, at the earliest, one day, if it can be solved, then I can go back Tokyo, just wait a little longer, Urashige will finish the exam.

After passing the big test of life, the other party has time to deal with the follow-up matters. During these days, they are both entangled in things and unable to deal with emotional problems. He didn't even get a flat and calm reply from Momo.

If the gods only care about sentient beings, then I am wishful thinking——

Speaking of which, he was probably the only one who provoked a god to kick him.

"Enlightened?"

Uramo approached, testing the opponent's state.

A certain conjurer who was immersed in the schedule did not say a word, and healed a little discomfort on his body with a reversal technique.

Then, when he heard a rustling sound, a certain god slowly leaned over, caressing the high bridge of the nose with a soft palm, sliding up slightly, covering his eyes.

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat, and then he felt two pieces of cool soft touch the corners of his lips.

Then, the man covered the conjurer with the blanket on the sofa, hurriedly slipped back to his room, closed the door, went to bed, and slept wrapped in a quilt, all in one go.

Gojo Satoru hadn't recalled the soft touch just now.

The conjurer changed to a comfortable lying position, stared at the ceiling for a while, and then covered his face with his hands, sighing from his nostrils.

This is really too foul--

It's not just Mao Mao hiding under the blanket.

Six Eyes could still see Anna standing at the door, which was pushed halfway but didn't come in.

She saw it.

Wujo Wu thought: In this way, she will be counted.