I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

The expression, the ups and downs of mist in the blue pupils are full of terrifying killing intent.

"Smelly brat, if you move again, I'll kill you."

The fox-eared child leaning against the wall trembled suddenly, tears couldn't stop streaming out, he was so frightened that he couldn't move, he buried his head.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was fished out from the corner by Osamu Dazai, disheveled, saw the two hugging each other, looked at Osamu Dazai sympathetically, and said, "Thank you."

Osamu Dazai shrugged, knelt down and rested his chin, and continued to look at them.

The room has become a mess, all the furniture and furnishings are tattered, and the windows that were still solid and unbroken are now clean without a single piece of glass. Come in.

"You didn't leave because of something."

"I went shopping for you, you are like this, you don't even have a change of clothes." Then he pointed to the two big bags placed in front of the broken coffee table.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly felt that Osamu Dazai was very reliable.

"I have no chance." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and sighed.

"If you had come in a minute earlier, you might still have a chance." Tsurumaru Kununaga paused, "No, only Gojo Satoru can handle that kind of situation."

So Osamu Dazai still has no chance.

"What a pity." Osamu Dazai sighed and stood up, putting his pockets in his pocket alone, his tone couldn't tell if it was regrettable or funny, "Qianxia is my number one person to die for love."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga patted the dirt on his body, then stood up, raised his head sharply and said, "You don't like her at all, do you?"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes and looked down at him, and patted his white head with a laugh, "Tsuraru, are you really a child?"

Tsurumaru Kuniyeon smiled back at him, "Otherwise, am I an old man who is thousands of years old?"

Osamu Dazai rubbed his hair, clapped his hands, and said as he walked, "Okay, Gojo-kun, don't scare people to death."

Osamu Dazai bent down and smiled softly, "Little friend, being honest can save your life."

Hidden knife in laughter.

How dare the child be dishonest, he has simply encountered the most serious Waterloo in his life, and it is difficult to explain it when he goes back to Fansheng.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga followed Dazai Osamu, picked up the main sword and held it in his arms.

Yuecheng Qianxia felt a little pain, she hugged him tightly, raised her face in a trance, a pair of crazy golden eyes looked at him now, and seemed to see something else through him. The pink peach blossoms that fainted were charming, she opened her mouth, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and said slowly: "Enlightenment..." The voice was so soft that it could almost melt into the wind.

Gojo Satoru choked for breath, stared at her with wide eyes, and tightly supported Tsukishiro Chika who was standing unsteadily.

The moment the voice fell to the ground, the reconstructed world suddenly fell silent, and then she was submerged in the suffocating darkness like a tide.

In the next second, Yuecheng Qianxia completely fainted in his arms, and her misty blue hair fell down messily.

Gojo Gojo's pupils shrank, and he was stunned at this moment. He clasped her waist with one hand, and all his eyes were locked on the blood-colored face of Yuecheng Qianxia with his eyes closed.

"Go and call the doctor!"

"Qianxia?!"

"What are you doing in a daze!"

He could not hear the voices of Dazai Osamu and Tsurumaru Eternal War, the world seemed to have no sound, he could only feel the fragile and thin body of the girl in his arms, and only Tsukishiro Chinatsu's pale face could be seen.

Gojo Satoru swallowed, the sunglasses slipped from the tip of his nose and fell to the ground.

Osamu Dazai lowered his face, and wanted to hug Tsukishiro Chinatsu from Gojo Satoru's arms, but unexpectedly found that his hands were separated.

Can't get close.

Osamu Dazai didn't even think about it, it was useless to use his supernatural powers, he was a little impatience that was superficial.

Just as he was about to say something with a cold face, Gojo Satoru quickly picked him up and rushed out of the room.

Osamu Dazai suddenly laughed, his panicked expression is really good.

……

Conjurers are somewhat insane.

Unlike Gojo Satoru who was able to regain her sanity after going mad, Tsukishiro Chinatsu's emotions will always be trapped in that madness, and someone must bring her out.

In the fourth year of high school, she was sent to a small village in Aomori Prefecture to perform a task. She arrived by transportation, but she was a step late.

The innocent super magic spirit has the appearance of a child, slaughtered the entire village with one hand, and grew up quickly by absorbing the fear, resentment and other emotions of the villagers before they died.

In July, there was a blizzard, and the burst of spells froze the village. The scope of the blizzard was second only to the village and the surrounding forest.This was the first time that Yuecheng Qianxia lost control of her emotions, and her uncontrollable anger plunged her into a bottomless abyss.

Gojo Satoru brought her out.

"It's not Qianxia's fault."

"Calm down, it's all right."

"Qianxia, ​​as a conjurer, it's normal to encounter this kind of situation. We can't save everyone."

"You've killed it, it's fine, you did a great job."

"Cheer up, Chinatown."

Yuecheng Qianxia was wearing Wujou's high school coat, looked at him blankly, buried himself in his arms and wept loudly.

At that moment, Gojo Satoru gave her all his tenderness, pampering and patience.

But still do not love her.

She relied on Gojo Satoru's gentleness and indulged in the security he gave her. A few days after the incident, she was depressed and unstable. They got tired of being together every day, like a real couple.

But they are all false dreams, woven by Gojo Satoru.

He took her out and back to reality.

……

Gojo Satoru came out of the dean's office and went straight to the new VIP single ward.

Compensation is a minor issue, Gojo Satoru casually counted it out, and the dean stared straight at him.

Before he went in, he glanced out the window, and the sky was clear again.

Wujo Wu sat down by the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Yuecheng Qianxia's cold hand, it was too cold, Wujo Wu frowned, covered her hand with both hands, rubbed and covered her hand for a while, and then Put her hands back under the covers.

The other hand of hers is holding a bottle, and the blood vessels on the back of the snow-white hand are clearly visible. Gojo Goo went around and sat down, gently lifted her up and put it in the palm of her hand, rubbing her fingers carefully, so as not to touch the needle In this case, he covered her cold hands.

Gojo Satoru looked up at her.

The long foggy blue hair was spread on the pillow, and the girl with her eyes closed was sleeping peacefully, her complexion regained some blood color compared to before.

He took out a hand and fiddled with the bangs on her forehead. His fingertips slightly brushed the brows and closed eyes.After simply doing the movements he wanted to do, he put his hand on the back of her hand again, staring at her without blinking.

In his incomplete memory, Yuecheng Qianxia belonged to the calm school, and there was only one time when Gaozhuan lost control of his emotions.She seemed to be in a trance, thinking of him as him from a few years ago.

Gojo Satoru was in a very complicated mood, and after thinking about it, he even felt a little inexplicably jealous.

But that's not the most important thing.

Tsukishiro Qianxia is too fragile, too thin.

The little boy with fox ears and tail is neither a curse nor a curse master. He calls himself a fox demon, which is linked to ghost stories. Since there are curses in this world, it is not so strange to have monsters.

The question is, why did they attack Chinatsu and Tsurumaru, what happened in these five years.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes can distinguish the difference between foxes and demons, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga is the same, he has nothing to do with such things as demons.

Gojo Satoru couldn't figure it out more and more, and could only hope that Osamu Dazai would find out something during the interrogation.

Feeling that the other hand was getting better, Gojo Satoru blinked at her face, he pushed up the sunglasses, put one hand on her side, held his breath, and approached her quietly.

Suddenly, Yuecheng Qianxia frowned slightly, and an indistinct whisper slowly escaped from her lips.

"Enlightened..."

Gojo Satoru's breathing was stagnant.

Enlightenment.

He quietly looked at Qianxia Yuecheng who hadn't woken up, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, a bit self-deprecating, and he said softly, "Mr. Gojo is here."

33. Chapter 33 Do you want to see Ringo?

I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

by heavy string

Jinjiang Literature City alone

Tsukishiro Chinatsu's head hurts.

She was ups and downs repeatedly in the darkness like the tide, and every time she finally got close to the door, she would be taken back violently by the rising tide.

Repeatedly, the tide became stronger each time, and the darkness fell deeper each time.

want to go up.

The fragmented memories are put together into a complete picture little by little, and everything that I want to forget and what I don't want to forget are all stuffed in.

My head hurts.

She struggled to climb up again, reaching out to push the door, wanting to go up.

The hand was held, someone kicked open the door forcibly, and pulled her up.

Yuecheng Qianxia suddenly opened her eyes, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she was panting heavily.

In the whiteness of the eyes, I can clearly distinguish Gojo Satoru's anxious face approaching.

"Qianxia!"

"I've already called Jinguji to come over. Are you uncomfortable? Do you still recognize me?"

Her hand hurt so much, she frowned, but the anxious man didn't notice it at all, and thought she was frowning because of something uncomfortable.

"You pinch me."

Gojo Satoru quickly loosened his grip and gently rubbed the back of her hand, "I'm sorry, how are you feeling now?"

As soon as the words fell, Jinguji Jilei pushed open the door.

The man with the low ponytail made Tsukishiro Qianxia dream back to four years ago.

She was only in a daze for a moment, and then she gathered her thoughts again.

"What about Tsurumaru?