The mountain god is me

I led Fu Heisher to the high-level members of the Sun Moon Club, walked around in front of them, and gave instructions and explanations before I let go and left with confidence.

"Don't worry, Mr. Amber!"

The students were full of ambition, and they clenched their fists and said, "Don't worry, we will protect Kawasaki City!"

Since they came to Kawasaki City, they have been cooperating with various tasks of the base, planting patrols...they have come into contact with all kinds of work, big or small.

Now it can be said that I am full of experience and full of confidence!

"Really, is it okay to bring Mr. Fuhei too?" I asked with a teasing smile

As soon as Fu Heisher was mentioned, everyone thought of the bad first meeting and the black-haired man who was obviously out of tune, and their eyes immediately drifted to Fu Heihui.

"Tsk..." Hui turned his face away, the expression on his face was still a bit awkward, but he still said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I will take a good look at that man..."

During this period of time, the relationship between father and son is not considered close, but at any rate they are relatives who cherish each other.

"I won't let that guy mess around..." Hui glanced away.

"Then I'm relieved."

I patted Junpei and Nagasaki's heads with both hands, and I didn't say any more, and disappeared from the students' sight.

The figure flashed, and the surrounding scene switched to a shrine.

I haven't been back for a long time, and the surrounding scenery hasn't changed much.

I have mixed feelings about this place.

Even though it has been a long time, to this day, the trapped past is still a heavy wound in my heart.

But as my birthplace in this time and space, these familiar scenery can still make me relax.

The mantra flowing in the body rushes to echo, joyfully resonating with the plants and trees around the shrine.

Facing his master, the solemn and majestic shrine also revealed a gentle and soft side. The bell on the huge nodule outside the temple was automatic without wind, welcoming the return of the mountain god with a crisp sound.

I stepped into the hall with great strides, and set up barriers in all directions. The powerful and solid barriers separated the internal and external spaces, ensuring that no one except myself could enter.

He took out the prison gate in the ring, the life sealed in the ring did not affect this treacherous magic tool at all, the eyes like dead fish blinked vigorously the moment they were released, like shouting and provoking generally.

I tossed this triumphant spell, and threw it into the air with my backhand——

The bright golden flower came out of the body, bursting into the sky and blooming in an instant, bursting out with dazzling light!

The prison gate seemed to be stimulated by the light, and his eyes were instantly closed.

One, two, three...

More and more golden flowers kept pouring out, gradually filling the entire enclosed space, and the majestic mantra emanated from the golden flowers, pressing tightly against the prison gate.

Consuming so much spell power in an instant, my face was so pale that I couldn't see a trace of blood.

However, such efforts are effective, and the prison gate has been twisted into another form under the squeeze of the mantra.

I raised my hand, and with a snap of my fingers, all the golden flowers were deconstructed in an instant, and countless golden threads that were difficult to catch with the naked eye pierced the prison gate in an instant, and the infinite mantra was roaring like a surging tide to annihilate the prison gate!

Prison Gate Border is obviously not willing to stop here, mobilizing the barrier to try to isolate the golden thread that deconstructs and destroys it.

The two forces couldn't fight each other, and there was a thin air wall between the prison gate and the golden line, seeming to be far away but close at hand.

But as the output of the golden thread is getting stronger and stronger, even if the prison gate wants to resist stubbornly, how can the power of the gods be resisted by a thousand-year curse?

"—Boom."

The air wall between the two made the last inaudible broken sound, and the prison gate was completely invaded by the golden thread.

Like a deliberate robber, at the moment of embedding into the prison gate, every part of the prison gate was carefully traced and touched by the gold thread, and the overall structure was displayed in my mind just like the structural diagram drawn by an architect.

Inside the square prison gate, there are several compressed spaces surrounded by a series of rings. At first glance, it looks like multiple overlapping nine-linked rings.

After being invaded by my spell power, the prison gate border completely lost its autonomy, and every place was controlled by the golden thread. At this moment, the prison gate border is a completely controllable and adjustable large-scale space storage for me.

I mobilized the structure diagram, stretched out my hand and twitched one of the links, and the corresponding part in the prison gate space moved accordingly.

After repeated familiarization, I tried to separate the complex and overlapping space layers, and finally found the figure of Gojo Satoru in an unknown number of overlapping space points extracted.

"Enlightenment? Gojo Enlightenment!"

The golden thread tentatively poked the body floating in the air, Gojo Satoru was like a fish on a chopping board, motionless, breathing barely audible.

I shook his head vigorously, and stretched out my hand to grab his smooth and tender cheek, but he still didn't respond.

The space inside the prison gate is similar to parallel time and space. When Gojo Satoru was pulled into it, his time and space were also sealed together, and all matter was completely disturbed. The damage caused by this momentary stagnation is incalculable .

Even if the powerful phallus impregnated with spell power for many years saved him from injury, other unexpected accidents would inevitably occur.

Seeing that the call was fruitless, I took him away from the prison gate without stopping.

After breaking away from the space technique, Gojo Satoru's body trembled violently, and then immediately calmed down again.

I placed him on the floor of the main hall, and a golden thread pierced his body, and traveled through every part of his body in a few seconds.

The organs were not damaged in any way, and all physiological functions were operating normally... Just like the feedback from the golden thread at the beginning-Gojo Satoru was in good physical condition.

But for some unknown reason, this man who is as powerful as a god can only sleep peacefully at this moment.

The light shines through the gaps in the relief carved on the gate of the temple, dotting his flawless face finely.

There is no trace of blemish on the porcelain-white skin, and the white eyelashes are slightly raised like the tail feathers of a white dove. Even the most talented artist cannot carve out the holiness and beauty of this moment.

I suddenly felt an impulse rise in my heart, and I lowered my head.

The hair tip that hadn't been trimmed for a long time kissed his cheek, and the soft breath was close at hand.

"Om-"

The phone in my pocket vibrated, and I abruptly withdrew my hands and stood up. Gojo Wu's head suddenly lost its support and hit the ground with a "bang".

I patted my chest to calm my frightened little heart, and took out my phone from my pocket.

The signal on the mountain was not very good. After coming out of the prison gate, the signal automatically connected for a long time before it slowed down, and all the messages that piled up like a mountain all popped up at this moment.

There is no concept of time in the prison gate, only to find that the date has jumped to five days after looking at the phone.

During this period, Takeuchi reflected the situation in the urban area every day according to the past practice, and politely asked me when I would return at the end.

In addition, the students also sent a lot of miscellaneous life information.

I clicked on a photo, and Ema's magnified face immediately occupied the entire screen.

Turn off the interface, there are two voices under the photo, click on it to hear Ema's eager voice:

"Amber - come back quickly!"

I raised my eyebrows, and clicked on several other voice messages, all of which were urging me to come back without exception.

Putting the phone away, I picked up the Sleeping Beauty on the ground and returned to Kawasaki City.

"amber!"

As soon as Ema saw my figure, she sprinted over a hundred meters, stopped a few centimeters in front of me, and frowned at Gojo Satoru in my arms.

Holding the person in my hand, I naturally couldn't comfort this unhappy big cat, so I could barely let the golden thread pat him on the head to show comfort.

Opening the door of the compartment in the office, I put Gojo Satoru on the bed, and Takeuchi, who was stationed in the company, rushed to the office as soon as he learned of my return.

"President."

Takeuchi helped his eyes, looked at Gojo Satoru who was sleeping on the bed, and said expressionlessly: "The medical team is on call at any time, do you need to summon this gentleman?"

"Need not."

I waved my hand, took out my mobile phone and made a call, and was connected almost immediately.

"amber?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, and he couldn't hide the exhaustion in his tone, "I hope you didn't make this call because you were injured. There are already enough patients in this period of time."

The damage caused by the ever-increasing curse spirits is incalculable, and the continuous overtime work makes the family suffer from nitrates, and even holds a scalpel in a short sleep!

"That probably won't disappoint you." I looked at the Sleeping Beauty on the bed, "Are you interested in taking a leisurely business trip?"

"You found that bastard." Niatz said with certainty

"Yeah, yeah—" the tone contained a smile and lightness that I hadn't noticed, "Do you need a pick-up service?"

According to the reminder given by my future self, the death tour is about to start, and the risk of choosing an ordinary way of travel is too great.

"The president of the Sun Moon Society? Then I will accept it with gratitude."

This huge good news almost dispelled the fatigue of these days, and the white hair that used to be an eyesore now seemed to be the dawn of the liberation of social animals.

In an instant, she was in the mood to tease a friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Then it's settled, see you in 10 minutes."

I hung up the phone and turned to look at Takeuchi, "Where are the kids? How is Shier doing these days?"

The corner of Takeuchi's mouth twitched wildly, and he pushed his eyes and legs hard to calm himself down.

"If you only look at currency circulation and security work, Mr. Shier has performed well..."

The words were full of Takeuchi-style unfinished meaning, and I understood his meaning almost instantly——

I'm afraid Fuheshier is either patrolling or gambling these days, and it's still the kind that loses in a mess.

It's not that I haven't thought about this, it's just that I simply thought that there should be nothing to do in Kawasaki City, where Shier works in the center and is not in the gambling industry at all.

But I didn't expect that talents will be talents everywhere, and they will drive the development of an industry in Kawasaki City by themselves.

You really deserve it, Fuheshier!

"As for your students, because they have the experience of cooperating with the base before, they have put in a lot of effort with Mr. Ema these days, and it has been hard work."

This surprised Takeuchi quite a bit. He thought he was recruiting a group of young masters and ladies, but he didn't expect to be able to work better than ordinary adults.

"Really? It's good to be able to help."

I smiled, Takeuchi doesn't often praise others, it seems that the performance of the students really satisfies him.

"I still need to go out again to pick up someone, it won't be too long." I said

Takeuchi looked at his president, at this time the god was concentrating on the handsome man on the bed, his eyes were gentle, just like the slight ripples on the surface of the lake when the spring breeze blows.

Even an iceberg that has been hard for thousands of years will melt because of this moment's eyes.

This was the first time Takeuchi saw such an expression on the face of the god, he was stunned in place, and didn't know how to react until the god left.

Takeuchi looked at the man on the bed, and the feeling of jealousy in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

he thinks--

If the eyes of the gods could stay on him for a moment

Even if you want him to die immediately

He would too.

The author has something to say:

Takeuchi, a Mensao fanatic who refuses to join the fan association.

ps: I thought I could come out before 12 o'clock, I overestimated myself... Everyone has been waiting for a long time! ! !

In addition, these days I have been pulled into the pit of hp again. I don’t know if you little angels will read it. Is there any recommendation for Professor Snape’s male protagonist? (fly rubs hands