Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

After all, it is night, even if I have made plans to play and go shopping, I have to find a place to stay first.

Just as I was thinking about my next move, Mr. Gojo over there waved his hand and teleported us to a certain apartment with a few of our chicks.

Then, the two adults who were not particularly reliable waved their hands heartily and freshly, and disappeared with their shoulders hooked.

I was left in the living room: ?

The black-haired boy who was thrown down with me gritted his teeth as usual, and had to take on the task of communication.

He turned on the light with one hand, picked up the remote control to turn on the air conditioner with the other hand, and looked towards this side: "Let's go to treat the wound first. The TV in the living room can be turned on. The remote control is on the coffee table. There are drinks in the refrigerator. What do you want to drink?"

The dialogue full of life made me a little slow to respond. In fact, in order to reduce the load on the eyes, I honestly turned off the kaleidoscope and my reaction was indeed slowed down by several beats: "It's all right, thank you? ... What's there?"

The boy was grabbing a dry towel and wiping the blood on his face. Hearing this, he opened the refrigerator door with relatively clean hands and began to report the name of the dish: "Coke, Sprite and other carbonated drinks, milk yogurt, fruit juice..."

"Hey, this is Knotweed," the half-naked pink-haired boy squatting beside him with a face full of sand obediently raised his hand, "A can of Coke, thank you——"

...more of a sense of life.

I haven't experienced this routine for a long time, and I am a little dazed, and the social phobia that has been deliberately suppressed for a while quietly began to probe.

No, no, think about it again, I am not in the real world, but in the neon outside the dimensional wall!

Braving cold sweat and suppressing the almost awakened senses of normal people, I faced the two people who were patiently waiting for my reply, and said hesitantly, "Coke, thank you?"

In the next second, a steamy aluminum can was stuffed into my hand. The red packaging was not much different from what I remembered.

Yep, it's 2018 now.

"Click."

With the crisp sound of the tab being pulled, I turned my head subconsciously, and met the eyes of the pink-haired boy next to him who was holding a can and making a gesture to drink.

"?"

He blinked, and his expression changed from confused to stunned for a second. He put the jar in his hand away, then naturally reached out to take the jar in my hand, and tapped his index finger up and down.

"Click."

"Okay." The boy's smile was contagious, "Here you are."

"Ah, thank you." I thanked subconsciously, took it, and found myself at a loss for words.

"You're welcome, I'm Knotweed, Knotweed Yuren," the boy who withdrew his hand didn't turn his head back, he scratched his head with a curiosity that wouldn't offend anyone: "What about you?"

After receiving the thoughtful words from the social bull-headedness, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, holding the steaming jar of "Zizi": "I am Qian..."

A large piece of clothing flew in the air, I stared, but before I made a move, the boy in front of me turned around and stretched out his hand as if he had eyes behind his back——

"Huh?" He looked at the new T-shirt hanging on his arm, "For me?"

"Let's put the chat aside for now," the black-haired boy with a first-aid kit, rubbing the potion, and wrapped in gauze bandages was expressionless, "Kumba, put on your clothes and come over and apply the medicine."

"Okay." The person who was called obediently put on his clothes, leaned over and sat down.

"Fu Heihui, a student of Teacher Wutiao." The black-haired boy nodded to me, "Don't be nervous, Teacher Wutiao should have something to do, this is the house under his name, you can rest here first."

"Okay." I smiled, received his hidden comfort, and found a place to sit obediently.

The knotweed Yuhito who was being drugged looked at me who was sitting upright, and then at Fu Heihui who was sitting on a small stool with a big sword and a golden horse holding a cotton ball of iodophor. Before the atmosphere turned to an embarrassing silence, he picked up The remote control was placed on the low table.

"drop--"

The noise from the TV poured out, and I let out a long, long sigh of relief.

Damn, socializing in normal society is really not what I am good at.

What should I do next.

It seems that the arrival of Mr. Gojo and I broke some kind of development, resulting in Yujin Knotabazu, who should have been taken away immediately, is still with us at this moment, in an ordinary apartment, accepting it with a "shihashiha" Bandaging of peers.

It seems that like most of the male high school students in the world, after school one day, they met and had a fight with a classmate who didn't like it on the rooftop, instead of swallowing the curse that would cause an uproar in the magic world. King's finger.

Watching the laughter of the TV program intently, I suddenly said: "Thousands of Hands, my name."

Before I know the plans of the Gojo gentlemen, it is inconvenient to disclose the past and future, but I should be able to tell you about my own situation?

When a certain pink-haired man with the surname of Polygonum cuspidatum heard my name, his eyes lit up at a hair-raising speed.

"Qian Shou, is that the one?" He was suddenly excited, and the 75% alcohol cotton ball that Fu Heihui replaced silently did not hinder his high-pitched end voice at the moment, "—that, that is it!"

"If you are talking about the energetic and cheerful boy who is like you, because of his parents, a thousand-year-old boy who is feared and cursed by everyone is sealed in his stomach, led by a white-haired teacher with a half-covered face Next, the story of growing up with a handsome little brother with black hair and black eyes, who has a family background, only one brother left after death, and a handsome girl with a flower in his name," I read, "That's it."

"...Huh?" The energetic and cheerful young man who was carrying the curse let out a gasp in a daze, and grasped the unimportant point: "Then can I also learn Helix Pill?"

"No." The only sober person present, Fu Heihui, threw away the alcohol cotton in his hand, and poured a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide directly on it, "I told you it's not a spell."

"That's it..." Amidst the violent bursting of the bubbles, Yuzu Yuhito, whose dream was once again denied, sighed with sincere regret, and drooped the non-existent Gougou ears in frustration.

However, in the next second, he stood up again, pointing to the core of the problem: "Thousands...Sharingan?"

Oh, I knew it.

I don’t know how many times this problem has been pointed out to me. I am no longer the same person I was at the time. At this moment, I asked confidently: "Yes, is there a problem?"

"Well, it seems there's nothing wrong with it." Hirohito Hiroshi raised his hand, held down a corner of the bandage, and cooperated with another person to start bandaging, "That's why you know so much."

I paused and stared silently at the well-behaved squatting boy.

Five seconds later, the eye-to-eye contest ended in my victory, and Hirohito Kojou raised his hand to admit defeat: "I'm sorry, it was my fault for trying to talk—"

"Hmph." I turned my face away, and found that the tension I had earlier had disappeared, and I said again: "It's not so much that I know more because I'm unusual, it's better to say that because I know There are many, and it will be unusual."

"But this time it's different." I gulped down the Coke in my hand and organized my words: "Mr. Gojo is the mastermind of this unexpected operation, and I can be regarded as an accomplice at best."

Fu Heihui, who had been listening silently, put away the first-aid kit, as if he had guessed something, his eyes flickered.

I smiled at him reassuringly: "Anyway, I'll tell you when the two of them have discussed it, so I won't make any more trouble. Let's take a rest here today, and tomorrow I will..."

"My lovely students~" A tall blindfolded man suddenly appeared, strangling the two teenagers with each hand, "It's late at night, it's time to go to bed, don't disturb the girls' precious sleep, why don't you go deep with Wutiao teacher who misses you Have a chat?"

Caught off guard, the two teenagers who had their throats locked began to struggle with punches and kicks.

The smiling white-haired teacher easily suppressed the audience.

Soon, another Gojo Satoru appeared in the same attire, and the moment he appeared, he tried to overwhelm me with large bags in his hands.

Unable to dodge, I was surrounded by various packages in a daze: "Five...?"

"Here, here," Wujo Wujo, who was going shopping spree, put his hands on his hips, and helped me support the big crumbling box on my head, "What do you think of this place?"

I'm alright?"

"Very well, then these—" He opened his hands happily, "here you are."

I frantically stabilized the rickety boxes next to me, and carefully flashed out: "——huh?"

"For the reward," he smiled and watched me spin and jump, and beat the beat in unison, "Come on, come on, I'll be out soon."

"Thank you very much," I clearly heard the sound of blood vessels bursting on my forehead, "another Mr. Gojo."

"Huh?" The calm man paused, "How did you tell?"

"Hahahaha!" Gojo Satoru Future Style, who was strangling the two teenagers, laughed out loud. He seemed to be in a good mood and patted the two teenagers with grim expressions, "Look, I won!"

I didn't know who to look at for a while: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru, who was directly dismantled, persevered in the past tense: "So you really recognized it?"

"Before then, both of you—" I pressed my painful forehead, "for the convenience of distinguishing."

I pointed to Gojo Satoru who was playing with the two teenagers, the one who came with me: "Mr. Gojo."

Then, I pointed to another person, Wutiao Satoru on the original timeline: "Wutiao...teacher?"

Thanks for the complex usage of Japanese.

However, neither of them seemed very satisfied with their titles.

"Why is he a teacher! Obviously I am also a teacher—"

"Don't be so rigid, it doesn't matter what the honorifics are~"

Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp wah wah.

The lethality of two Wujo Satoru together is terrifying.

"...Oh, yes, you haven't said how you saw it." by the past tense of perseverance.

"Look with your eyes," I said indifferently, "next."

"You're perfunctory—" I yelled a dissatisfied protest, which was directly ignored by me who already had experience.

How else to put it, after all, I really can see it with my eyes.

Although I don't know the difference between the two.

Forget it, fool around.

"I would like to admit defeat, don't struggle anymore." Gojo Wu·future-style tone ended the topic briskly, and looked at me, "Qian Shou, how long can you last in this situation?"

"Wait a minute." I turned on the kaleidoscope in a second, and directly entered the statistical mode of Mo De's feelings: "If you control physical strength and consumption, there is no time limit."

Gojo Satoru · Past tense also restrained his expression and added a topic: "How to say?"

"It's literally." I glanced at them, "Are you asking this to lengthen the battle line? If it's just to bear the pressure and cooperate with illusion, I'm fine, provided-"

"Understood, I won't give you a chance to fight." Wujo Wu · past tense turned to ask another self, "Is your mark reliable, or I'll add another one?"

"What do you mean?" Gojo Wu · Futuristic embraced his chest, "Are you questioning yourself?"

"Cut." Wu Tiao, who failed in the test, curled his lips, glanced at my head regretfully, and turned his face away.

I clutched my escaped hair, hesitated, and said: "And, I just made a new discovery about this double oppressive force..."

I carefully reviewed the growth and decay of this resistance from the beginning to the present, trying to find a law of balance, and all this was confirmed when the two people appeared together again, and the distance was getting closer and further away.

"I suspect that the pressure the world puts on me is actually the repulsive force of two identical people. The closer the distance, the greater the resistance."

Especially the moment the two hooked their shoulders together, my eyes went dark, and I almost couldn't catch my breath.

The two Wujo Satoru looked at each other: "Well, it's a coincidence that our next action plans are separate."

"No." I frowned, "I can handle the pressure, you can do whatever you want, but the problem is..."

Anyway, this is not the first time that I have changed the original process of the world. I still know some equivalent exchanges and the necessary price.

It's normal to be restrained everywhere during the time of Demon Mie, but now, in addition to sharing the repulsion that Wujo Satoru should have...

"What about the suppression and confrontation from the original direction of the world?"

Where is that tough, disobedient world consciousness that travels thousands of miles through space to pick up his beloved child home?

"It shouldn't be like this..." I murmured, unable to explain clearly, a surge of sadness welled up in my heart.

It's as if what we are facing is a newborn baby, except for relying on instinctive reactions, the rest of the active confrontation and expulsion consciousness has not yet been born, so there is no way for it to exist.

I hastily stopped the two people who were trying to separate: "Wu Tiao, I'm sorry, please don't move for now, I—"

I suddenly had an almost absurd guess.

Senior Arash once said that in the eyes of those with special eyesight, gifts related to the world and gratitude can all be seen.

In that case, my eyes might be fine too!

I kept the kaleidoscope running at high speed, trying my best to separate the "line" and "qi" of the two Gojo Satoru.

In the sour eyes, the complicated power system was screened one by one, and finally, only a distorted and fragmented light remained in my field of vision.

I know very well that it is a consciousness that belongs to the world of "cursing back" that I have met once.

——It is the world that has smashed itself to pieces, leaving only weak instincts, which can no longer hinder all actions of his children.

The last vestige of consciousness was like a curse, lingering, twisted and stubbornly wrapped around his child.

The most twisted curse is great and deep love.

It seems to have noticed my gaze, and the fine light trembles gently, carefully separating out one-thousandth of a ray and protruding out.

'My child, my masterpiece, Gojo Satoru. '

The tentacles of light tremblingly caught the tears rolling down from the corners of my eyes.

I was overwhelmed with belated apologies and gratitude.

——Thank you for agreeing to me.

—Thank you for seeing me.

——And, I'm sorry.

'Go and make a fuss. '