God is still on the way to recovery

The fried eggs in the pan in the kitchen slowly turned brown, and the smell of miso soup floated in the air. The cook stood by the stove, and the cat turned its belly at its feet, looking lazily awake.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the stairs, with his long legs straddled casually, silently looking at the other person's back, his brain running at high speed was still digesting what happened this morning.

First of all, overnight, Mao Mo suddenly grew from a young adult to a 24 or 5-year-old state, with a height of nearly 10 centimeters, the youthful feeling in his face was gone, and his eyes were always as calm as a pool of water , there is no blemish on the face, the expression is faint, and the shadow of emotion is rarely seen.

Yes, after discovering the changes in his body, Uramo didn't even show a surprised expression, he just got up calmly, went to clean up and prepare breakfast.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but get nervous because of the appearance that seemed to be inorganic and lacked emotional fluctuations. Six eyes looked at the person several times, and indeed this was his little boyfriend.

Besides, who can replace someone from his arms without any movement?

Compared to his nervousness, the cat hasn't changed at all. Its energy source comes from Mao Mao, and it feels that the power given by the gods today is still abundant and even purer. It is too late to be happy.

As a result, only Gojo Satoru in the whole house was in a state of nervous tension, and when he saw the young Matsushige taking off his apron and coming, the conjurer got up almost immediately, and then saw the other party walking in front of him, saying: "Eat. "

The opponent still had to look up, but this time there was only a gap of 11 centimeters.

A little delusional thought from last night suddenly came to fruition, and Wujo Wu felt that he should go out for a while first, and kill the two curse spirits to calm down.

Deliriously following the other party to the dining table, the baguette slices on the plate were fried crispy on both sides with butter and sugar, and the faint sweetness wafted to the tip of Gojo Wu's nose, and his appetite was indeed aroused.

Then, he saw Uramo take a mouthful of bread, a mouthful of soup, and a mouthful of fried egg, eating very regularly, and then continued in this order, eating at a steady speed.

After eating, the other party took the plate and washed it silently, then went upstairs and opened the door of the room.

Gojo Satoru couldn't read the other party's emotions, and the youthful Ushige was more like a well-programmed machine, and all actions seemed to act according to a certain basis.

For example, after getting up, you have to wash and brush your teeth, then you have to have breakfast, and you have to do something after eating.

Urashige spread the math books on the table.

Then, he was stunned.

He has graduated, and he has no homework this summer, and there is no pressure to go to school, so there is no need to continue reading.

So, putting away his notebook, he turned around and walked in front of Gojo Satoru: "Do you have a job?"

Gojo Satoru still remembers that ever since Fuyuki City invited a magician to Tokyo, the higher-ups actually had no intention of assigning him any more missions. It just so happened that Ushio himself applied for a half-month absence from missions on the grounds of the exam, so the two sides agreed An agreement was reached, and Uramo's career as a conjurer was "unemployed" for the time being.

"The higher-ups don't dare to assign you tasks." Wujo Wu said truthfully.

"..." The young man looked dazed, and suddenly remembered something, and grabbed the hem of the conjurer's clothes with one hand, "You have a job."

Looking at the hand that has nowhere to put it, at this moment, it seems that Mao Mao will continue to find things to do for himself if he is not working.

Gojo Satoru explained: "There are curse masters haunting Shinjuku, I'm going to investigate."

The investigation work is more cumbersome and time-consuming than simple exorcism. Gojo Satoru asked some members of his family to lurk in Shinjuku first, collecting various information, and he even made preparations for long-term war preparations.

Hearing this, Mao Mao seemed to have finally found his goal, and said, "I'll help you."

Gojo Satoru laughed.

Although he had extremely thought about taking Uramo with him no matter where he went on missions in the future, but in this way, the other party would have no life of his own.

In a sense, the ability of conjurers is a kind of monopoly. Most people in the world can't even see the curse. The Yusanjia and high-level officials have contacts with the political circles, contracting some of the needs of dignitaries, and acting alone. There are not many masters, and some of them are even curse masters, who are wanted and hide all day long. Then, the exorcism work is basically contracted by the curse masters. In order to meet different needs, the curse masters have to work non-stop. Ways to build your own prestige.

Gojo Satoru is also well-known abroad. He feels that it is enough for him to be able to stand on his feet. It is not a big deal to be open all year round. Not working overtime is the fun that work should have.

"It's all boring work, not interesting, just wait for me at home."

He comforts.

However, the young man who had been expressionless all of a sudden let go of his sleeve, spread his five fingers, and gently clasped his hand.

The ten mates intertwined, Mao Mao raised his head, his face was quiet and gentle: "It won't be boring if you're here."

Gojo Satoru felt a numb feeling in his heart again, rushing into the brain that had been continuously damaged and repaired by the no-lower-limit and reversal spells with a little bit of trembling stimulation.

Another straight ball, too foul.

Even if his six eyes can't read the heart-beating expression on the face of the young man at this moment, such straightforward words are still provocative.

In front of him may be a certain state of 楪, and when the divinity prevails, his human emotions may be suppressed, but he still has a heart for himself.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru put one arm around the opponent's waist in a good mood, started teleporting, and went straight to Shinjuku.

Shinjuku, one of the 23 special districts in Tokyo, is a densely populated and prosperous place.

Kabukicho, the city that never sleeps, is almost full of people at night, food, hotels, KTV... like a night beast draining people's energy, but in the morning, it is a lot tired.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road are closed, and there are still some wine bottles and paper towels on the ground, and there are cleaners cleaning them up. Suddenly, I saw two young people walking by hand in hand, especially the two of them are particularly outstanding, and some cleaners Workers and passers-by couldn't help watching for a while.

There is a SEGA store not far from where the two landed. Through the transparent glass window, you can see the gashapon machine and figure table, and there is a joint poster of this issue of game animation hanging on the door.

As one of the few stores open during the day, after the two entered, Urashige started to look at the game figures, while Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and gave some instructions. Soon, someone came out of the elevator and asked them to go upstairs.

"Master Patriarch, my name is Yota, and I am the contact person of the Wujo family."

The other party briefly introduced himself, led Wujo Wu to look at the tents around Kabukicho, and told Wujo Wu that the type of tent was that people with spell power could not enter and leave, thus restricting the actions of curse masters.

Gojo Satoru saw the people wearing spell tools passing by in the narrow alley, and asked, "Why are the members of the Chanyuan family staying here?"

"One of the curse masters defected from the Zenyuan family. The Zenyuan family submitted an application on the grounds of purging." Yang Tai knew everything and clarified the situation in a few words.

This is one of the busiest places in Shinjuku. There are many people coming and going, and it is very easy to produce curses.

In the past few days, businessmen and dignitaries have been cursed and killed one after another. The high-level conjurer has received commissions from this place, but not long after, the application from the Chanyuan family came.

"It's just to clear up a traitor, why should this young master come in person?"

Gojo Satoru's tone was a bit frivolous, and he pointed to a young man with pale blond hair below.

The other party was wearing a black wide-sleeved kimono, and light-colored hakama trousers around the waist. When he raised his eyes, a pair of slightly raised fox eyes seemed to see Gojo Satoru, and slowly narrowed, a trace of cunning flashed across his pretty face.

"That traitor seems to have stolen something from Zenyuan's house. It is said that Zenyuan Naoya made a big fuss in our house, and then he came here with his own body." After explaining what happened, Yota asked, "My lord, would you like to see me?" him?"

Wujo Wu is the current head of the Wujo family, and Zenyuan Naoya is the eldest son of the Zenyuan family. He is the default next head of the family. Although the relationship between the two families is regarded as old enemies, Wujo Wu gave the Zenyuan patriarch a lot in order to fight for the custody of Fu Heihui. A lot of wealth, so a little relaxation in communication.

"It's not necessary, as long as they don't make trouble."

Gojo Satoru didn't have much feeling for Zenyuan Naoya, but he noticed that the people around him were sizing up each other carefully.

"Mao?"

Hearing this, Miao Mao straightened up slowly, and said: "He heard that you are here, and he wants to see you."

Almost at the same time, there was a knock on the door, and someone summoned outside: "Master Patriarch, Master Naozai of the Chanyuan wants to see you."

Yota, who had been serving him all this time, looked at Uramo in disbelief, who was still calm and calm, and when Yota's eyes fell on the hands they held together, a gossip flashed in his eyes.

When Wujo Wu's attention was not on him, he secretly took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the chat group of Wujo's family.

[Irrigation group of Wujojia Field Service Department]

Please click on the benefits of the Honkai EVA linkage: The owner of the house appeared with his lover. He is a young man of 24 or 5 years old, and he is very good-looking.

The house burned down and I went back to my hometown: Nani?Isn't Master Wu's lover a high school student?Just turned 18.

Brother Tea: I remember that I was also a high school student. Master Wu brought it home back then, and it was about the same age as the two-faced Su Nuo container. Don’t talk nonsense.

Looking at the people who all ran out to fill the water with chirping and quacking, Yota, who was holding his mobile phone, looked at Mao Mao carefully, but he didn't recognize his mistake.

Please click on the benefits of the Honkai EVA linkage: I am sure it cannot be a high school student, 1.8 meters, with a mature and beautiful face, no high school grows so fast.

After a pause, he spoke surprisingly: It can only mean that the Patriarch has changed his mind, and he fell in love with someone else.

The group chat was silent for three seconds, then suddenly exploded.

Patriarch is number one in the world: You are talking nonsense! !Master Wu is not that kind of person!He is absolutely dedicated!I have been watching for the past few days. In order to please that child, Master Wu sent people directly to the southern hemisphere to enjoy the summer wind and sun, and even sent exercise books in the middle of the night!Look at who is so serious!

Everyone expressed their disbelief, and said that there were pictures and the truth, and they scolded this nonsense guy for a while.

Usually in the group, he is a mascot who gives welfare, but now he is being scolded for no reason, Yang Tai suddenly feels unconvinced: "Shoot as soon as you shoot, who is afraid of whom!"

As he said that, regardless of whether the six eyes were watching him or not, he turned on the camera to take a group photo of the two of them.

Suddenly, someone in the group spoke.

Spicy Teacher: [Photo]

Yang Tai hesitated to click on the picture, and found that it was a selfie with a particularly good angle. The handsome face of his patriarch occupied most of the screen, and the young man who said little was standing beside him, looking at the camera with a little doubt.

Spicy Teacher: Let's see.

Patriarch is number one in the world: You are...

Spicy teacher: This is my family's Mao Mao. Of course, he didn't lose it, but he is so beautiful, so I sent it for you to take a look.

After 30 seconds, the group message prompts: This group has been disbanded by the group owner.