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

Wujo Wu stood up as if nothing had happened, pinching a lock of red hair: "What is this?"

My eyes were instantly sharp: "Where did you come from?"

Why does this hair smell like a nine lama...

"It was picked up by hand," Gojo Satoru showed a hearty and fresh smile, "Your passage is too crowded. When I came out, I found that there was another guy full of evil thoughts trying to grab me, so I gave him a kick." Kick it back."

"What, what," I was stunned to the ground for a moment, "kicked back?"

It's over, it's hard to appease without ten roast chickens.

"Oh, that's right." He seemed very interested in my blank expression, and he made up the knife with a smile: "Immediately after that, another guy came over. Fortunately, I moved quickly and blocked the exit directly hahahaha !"

"Is that so..." I covered my forehead weakly, refusing to think about who it was. "Thank you so much, then I will betray you without hesitation, Mr. Gojo."

"You're welcome," Gojo Satoru tapped his cheek with one hand, tilted his head and flew a wink, "You can use me as much as you like, Alukisama~"

I couldn't help taking a half step back, and looked at the three students next to me hesitantly: "Did he take the wrong medicine?"

"No," Panda said sadly, "this is his normal appearance, I thought you knew it."

"That's different," I tried to argue with difficulty: "When I met him he was serious and reliable, and his words were super steady."

I don't know which sentence stimulated me, Chanyuan Maki shuddered: "That's really terrible."

"Salmon." The dog Curlythorn nodded, but did not look this way.

"Oh~" Gojo Satoru slowly shook the red hair in his hand as if he had discovered something.

The head of the young spellcaster shook from side to side.

"Oh~~" Gojo Satoru became even more interested, he changed his other hand, and began to draw bee horoscopes in the air with Maomao.

At this moment, even if I was insulated from the magic power, I seemed to hear the eruption of the Lehu volcano, which was continuously ignored.

I slowly exhaled the hot air, and decisively stopped his hand that was about to go to heaven: "Mr. Wutiao, I know you have been bored for too long, why don't you finish beating that one and change the environment before communicating with the students?"

The man with snowy hair paused indiscernibly. Under the completely opaque sunglasses, the icy blue pupils like the Kunlun Glacier swept across me. For a moment, I felt the shudder of being enveloped by the boundless space again, but It was only for a moment, he turned his eyes away, turned his wrist that was held by me slightly, and drew an arc in the air after breaking free from the restraint, the lock of fox fur landed precisely on the boy who was staring straight at it on the head.

"Okay, Ji, it's hard for you to cooperate so well. Teacher Wutiao will send you off." The ending sound was deliberately picked up. He tore off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and threw it aside, and stepped out, "Who... what is his name?" Come on? Hurry up, don't open the domain, anyway, you can't beat me, why don't you just fast forward to me and spare your life?"

I silently retreated to the corner with the three onlookers, watched Gojo Wuxue abuse the air, and asked in confusion: "Why is he suddenly angry?"

The closest one to me was Panda, the farmer's panda. He was more confused than me: "Ah, is there? Is Wu angry?"

"Well, to be more precise," I opened my eyes and thought about the appropriate words in my mind, "Annoyed? Angry? ... Not right, it's more appropriate to be angry. When I finished speaking, you didn't realize ?”

So obvious, the blue of the eyes turned directly from the sky to the glacier, and he didn't even smile when he spoke.

"Not at all, he's not always like this, he does whatever he wants," said Zenyuan Maki, who was a panda away from me, poking her head, "It's as if he just started playing tricks, but how do you think he wants to exchange feelings with us, senior?" ?”

I hesitated to speak.

But the fact is like this.

Gojo Satoru, who was trapped by the gap of time for an unknown amount of time, was about to overflow with bored emotions at that time, with writing all over his body: Ah, I'm going to be bored to death.

This Gojo Satoru has endured more future and unknown than the original one, and even I don’t know how deep his mind is. If it is said that the stable and reliable him I have seen before is abnormal, now it is ridiculous. If the scriptures are his original appearance, it does not mean that in the environment that belongs to him and in front of people who are familiar with him, the "five enlightenment" is slowly returning to the five enlightenment.

I thought inappropriately: Just like cats with environmental stress.

"What are you thinking about being impolite?" A shadow was cast over my head, and Gojo Satoru, who came back after warming up, held a ball in his hand and looked down at us, "Let's go, it's over."

"Oh." I replied, and my eyes fell on his hands, "The one in your hand can't be—"

"Yes," he casually made a bouncing motion, "Would you like to play?"

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"...No." I said cautiously, "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Who's angry," he innocently widened his shining blue eyes, "I didn't."

"You have." I stared back, "Anyone can get angry, and you control it very well without blaming anyone. There's nothing wrong with admitting it."

Leuhu is not a human being.

"Not angry," he said emphatically, "at most a little upset... how do you know?"

It turns out that this kind of emotion is uncomfortable.

I nodded, updated the vocabulary of this feeling, and said casually: "You can know it at a glance."

"Perfunctory." He touched the heads of the three students from high to low, and shook the unknown sphere in his hand, "Don't say it."

"Hey, I won't let you touch your head with the hand that squeezed the blood of the curse spirit," I dodged back quickly, dodging the hand that fell from the sky, "... who is perfunctory, why do you talk about it every time? Guess my secret slander?"

"You still need to guess about that kind of thing?" Six-eyed Benyan sneered disdainfully, "You can tell at a glance."

What you've been waiting for.

I immediately looked up at him.

Damn, this man is too tall, his aura has collapsed.

I began to hesitate to take a few steps back and try again.

"Ha..." Gojo Satoru laughed, and took a few steps back in a cooperative manner, "That's it, you ask them, isn't everything written on their faces?"

I immediately looked at Zenyuan Maki and Panda.

One person and one panda nodded in unison.

As for the dog curly thorn... This boy is holding the lock of fox fur and secretly floating the little flower.

"Well, maybe it's because my perception ability is better?" Seeing that I couldn't be fooled, I had to answer honestly.

When it comes to the more sensitive direction of emotional perception, no one has mentioned it to me before. Did he offend him?How do you say that……

Oh, yes, you must learn to read the air, not ky.

Be more restrained next time.

"It's not necessary." Gojo Satoru managed to cover my head with his hands while I was meditating, quickly rubbed his head, and said triumphantly: "Just like you, I dare say you don't even know if you feel it. What is it, sentient ninjas will cry when they see it, Senshou."

"Ha——" I got angry from the bottom of my heart, "It doesn't matter, I'm not a ninja in the first place, I can't think of it, Gojo."

"Wait a minute, let me interject." The panda, who was eating melons quietly, raised his hand uncontrollably, "What kind of ninja, what kind of thousand hands, is that the one I thought of?"

"Actually, I do too." Zenyuan Maki, who was walking calmly on the flank, pushed her glasses steadily: "A secret signal... Naruto?"

The dog curly who had already put away the out-of-print merchandise showed a smile: "Salmon salmon."

The scene became very quiet for a while.

Three seconds later, the panda was the first to explode: "You already knew that, Thorn—"

Chanyuan Maki smiled grimly and picked up the long knife: "So it's not easy to say what you just held, tell me!"

"What else are you talking about, psychic skills, red hair, gathering evil thoughts, definitely Nine-Tails... oh damn, Nine-Tails' hair!"

The dog roll, delicate and frail, spellcaster, thorn, who was pinched by the muscular bear and the ceiling of the future gymnastics, ran away when he saw something was wrong.

"Stop, anyone who sees it will have a share!"

"—don't run!"

The three noisy people crashed out of the "tent" with a bang.

"That's great." I looked at Gojo Satoru, who had one hand in his trouser pocket, "Seeing them smiling so happily, this is what students should be like."

"Are you envious?" He squeezed the small sunglasses he didn't know when he picked up, "Enroll in a college, and another campus life is waiting for you."

"No, no, no," I shook my head immediately, "I have long passed the age of school. The reason why those memories are beautiful is because they are memories. If I want to do it again, I will definitely recall the pain that was hanging on the beam."

When it comes to age, I suddenly thought of a question: "By the way, Wutiao, can you see bone age with your six eyes?"

"Yes," he pulled off his sunglasses, revealing half of his eyes, "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah," I nodded expectantly, "For some reason, I grew up again, and I don't know how old my bones are now..."

Can you still grow taller?

"Yes, yes." He glanced at me and then again, "Are you sure you want me to see it?"

"Hurry up." I have already started to close my eyes and pray, "Although my eyes can also see inside, but the calculation and analysis skills can't keep up. In short, I just look lonely."

"... Cheng," I heard his voice in the darkness, "I would like to ask, how old are you really? Are you an adult?"

"Of course, I remember telling you that I've been working." I honestly stretched out my left wrist for him to check. "Should bone age also be factored into this factor?"

"It's nothing, let me know something." My wrist was pinched, and Gojo Satoru's voice came: "The hardness of your regrown bones is really unscientific...the muscle strength is also, huh, you are worthy of a thousand-handed gorilla."

My forehead twitched, and I gritted my teeth lightly: "What are you talking about with six eyes?"

What kind of science do you want? Ever since I changed my mind and found out that I have unknown Uchiha blood, I have lowered my requirements again and again.

Now as long as it is an individual.

No, as long as my hometown can accept me.

"Okay." Liuyan said quickly, "Good news, you are still in the growth period... It's just muscle density and bone quality, don't think about height."

I opened my eyes, a little disappointed, but not too regretful: "I probably guessed it, how old am I?"

"Twenty, just an adult." He pushed back the half-sliding glasses, "In the rising period of all aspects of the body, there will be no sudden growth in the future, just be steady and steady."

I didn't expect him to look at the bone age and help me answer the doubts that have been bothering me for a long time: "Thanks, Wutiao, what are you going to do next?"

"Wait."

"Oh……"

"What about you, when are you leaving?"

"?" I was taken aback, "Aren't you done with it yet?"

"The game has been laid out, and then we will wait for someone to enter the game. If you..."

"No if," I interrupted him dissatisfied, "Didn't we agree to finish the contract together after you settle the matter? They won't be able to wait for this time, and..."

"Wait a minute," I took out of my pocket, grabbed two Buerjias, and handed them out: "Pick one."

A hand dropped and picked up the peach flavor, and there was a rustling sound of candy wrappers on my head, but I stared at the remaining rose flavor for a while, and reluctantly chose to compromise.

"And what?" came the muffled voice with a candy stick in his mouth.

"Ah? Oh," I frowned and stuffed rose sugar into my mouth, "and it's rare for me to have a world where I can take a vacation, so I should stay here anyway. I don't know how long it will be before I come back next time..."

"Wait," it was his turn to interrupt me this time: "Are you coming back?"

"It's a second trip," I corrected his wording, and took the crumpled candy wrapper from him, and stuffed it into the small garbage bag in my bag along with my own, " It's not a one-way ticket, I've written down the coordinates... What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." The white-haired conjurer smiled freely and abruptly, "I thought of something funny."

"?" I accelerated and walked a few steps, trying to distance myself from this increasingly abnormal person, "You are very strange."

"Oh, what are you running for?" The 1.9-meter college teacher took a big step in a good mood, and passed me a few steps, "Not as fast as me~"

Are you a naive child?

Angrily, I quickened my pace and passed him again.

The result of the secret rivalry was that the two of us finally passed through the shrouded "tent" side by side.

The moment he stepped out, the gloomy sky suddenly brightened, the sultry heat of summer and the wind that smelled like the hustle and bustle of the city blew in, blue sky and white clouds, steel forest, and three students squatting in a ball at the door.

At the intersection, a car parked there steadily, with the window rolled down, and the assistant supervisor Yidizhi Jiegao of Gaozhuan seemed to be aware of it.

His eyes seemed to be equipped with a sensor, first he habitually fell on Wujo Wu's face, and the young and vicissitudes of life appeared on his young and vicissitudes face, "It's Mr. Wujo, I feel relieved", "Suddenly uneasy again", "Why don't you pretend to not see?" "What should I do?" "Do I want to go there?" It can be said to be colorful, and then, probably because the sense of existence of some kind of sphere is too strong, his eyes can't help but look down.

Following the source of the spell and noise, Yiji Jiegao saw a head in Gojo Satoru's hand.

An unregistered, talking, irascible, very strong at first sight, but now there is only one head left.

Because the scene was too frightening, Yizhi Jie told him...

"belch."

He couldn't help hiccupping.