The strongest I became Bai Yueguang

From that day on, the servants of the Wutiao family often saw the young master walking with the new girl.

Wujoren also disappeared without a trace.

But no one in Wutiao's family mentioned this child, maybe they forgot.

Time is fleeting.

Tsurumi Yu stood in the small courtyard of Wujo's house, looking at all things in the world wrapped in moonlight, a strange feeling of pity arose in his heart.

She thought that her frail body would be the first to leave home and die first, and she had even written her will before coming to Wutiao's house.

However, her parents never told her that her chance of surviving depends on the blood sacrifice of her parents and the favor of the children of the world.

Sin flowers.

What is sacrificed is the blood relatives, and what is left is the flowers they love deeply to bear all these sins and pains.

Tsurumi Yu lowered her eyes, looking at the butterfly resting on her fingertips.

What am I living for...

Just thinking about it, Tsurumi Yu fell into a warm embrace.

Disturbed by someone, the butterfly flew away from the girl's fingertips.

"Oh, oh, it's been so many years, can You-chan still not let go of these things?" Gojo Satoru hugged Tsurumi You with one hand, and played with the end of her hair with the other.

The gentle fragrance of orange blossoms on the girl's body twitched the tip of Gojo Satoru's nose lightly and shallowly.

The giant white-haired cat coquettishly rubbed the top of Tsurumi You's hair: "You-chan, when will your body recover, I want to cast a spell with you!"

Tsurumi reluctantly clasped fingers with Gojo Wu's hair-playing hand: "Mr. Wu, I'm afraid my body will be like this for the rest of my life."

Gojo Satoru held the girl's hand contentedly: "Forget it, as long as I'm here, no matter where you are, you will have a good time!"

"After all, I am the strongest."

Tsurumi looked anxiously at Wujo Wu who was beside him, and the cold moon illuminated him like a son of God sympathizing with the world.

Those cherry-pink lips glowed seductively under the moonlight.

"Wu Jun, please don't forget that you are the whole reason for my existence."

"Huh? Well..."

The girl blocked Gojo Satoru's words with her youthful movements.

fraud.

Tsurumi Yu looked in vain in the direction where Gojo Satoru and Amauchi Riko were fleeing.

Wu, he never considered coming to save her.

Tsurumi Yu thought of the girl named Riko Tenuchi that Gojo Satoru picked up, and a muddy jealousy welled up in her heart.

Sure enough, everything else is more important than me.

Tsurumi stared blankly at the man who pierced her chest.

Fuheshier, the magician killer.

She should have known a long time ago that the only thing that can send out the hounds is the prey.

As a [flower], before it becomes stronger, as long as it exists, it will indeed attract a group of wolves.

The pain in her chest had gradually paralyzed her brain.

She was always the one who got dumped.

Whether it was her parents or Wu, they left her without any explanation.

Even though her emotions had collapsed to the extreme, she couldn't shed a single tear.

The body is getting colder and colder, and she is getting more and more tired.Heavy sleepiness.

Maybe I was born a sinner.

"Is Mi there?"

"Huh? Have you figured it out?"

"Yeah, I'd rather lose myself in samsara than let Wutiao liar have a good time."

"……it is good."

I don't know how many times I have been reincarnated, maybe 29 or [-] times, Tsurumi Yu finally made Gojo Satoru develop "love" for her.

Today is her and Wujo Wu's wedding night.

This was the plan she and Mi had made long ago.

For a young master like Gojo Satoru, there are too many things to get, and only what is lost will be cherished.

So she wanted to borrow the ending of Xia Youjie from the previous few weeks to write this final chapter.

After all, she is a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken.How could it be possible to kill Gojo Satoru?

When Tsurumi saw Gojo Gojo enter the door, a business smile immediately appeared on his face.

Gojo Satoru, after going through a lot of wind and waves, has a more mature sense of sex than his youthful frivolity.

Looking at the face in front of him that haunted countless women's souls, Tsurumi felt nothing in his heart.

She slowly put her hand on Gojo Satoru's shoulder.

"Oh? Is You so active?" Wujo Wu looked at Tsurumi You in surprise with a pair of six boudoir eyes that were rarely revealed.

Then he brushed up the hair that was in front of his eyes.

Tsurumi Yuu has long since faded from her immaturity when she was a girl.

The slightly curly black hair like algae falls messily on the waist, even if she doesn't try hard to pretend, she still has the level of the World Cup.

Tsurumi smiled lightly.

The thin red on her face appeared at the right time, making her look like a plump and juicy ripe peach, exuding a rich fragrance.

"Yes...please enjoy..."

Tsurumi bit her lower lip shyly.

"My death."

Gojo Satoru was stunned immediately: "...you, what are you talking about?"

A knife suddenly passed through Gojo Satoru's chest.

"I know it won't kill you, but it doesn't matter, it's all just to satisfy my wish."

Tsurumi You pushed Gojo Satoru away, and the Tennihoko thrust into his chest impressively.

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened in disbelief, but he calmed down the next moment.

"Give me an explanation, worry."

Tsurumi paused for a moment, and smiled as gently as Wujo Wu remembered: "Wu-jun, I forgot to tell you this week."

"You are the whole reason for my reincarnation."

Tsurumi You rarely showed a sincere smile.

"Worried...? What are you doing!!"

"Wu Jun, please remember."

Tsurumi pulled out a gun out of nowhere.

"Love is the most twisted curse."

Blood and guns are indeed the most beautiful combination in the world.

The black-haired woman fell into a pool of blood and thought so.

"Worry... I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well." Tsurumi said.

Tsurumi shrugged indifferently: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I will still be alive in the next week."

Isn't the most catalyzing method of sacrifice flowers to make people suffer?

Let the love and hatred of the children of the world condense on one person, cause and effect are intertwined, and finally condense into a curse recognized by the world consciousness to gain strength.

This is the spell that countless conjurers long for.

This is the "sacrifice flower" that has been passed down by the Tsurumi family for thousands of years.

Tsurumi was silent for a moment.

"Worry, I can have a physical entity in the next week."

Tsurumi finally raised his interest: "Then why don't you make a body for yourself according to my appearance, Mr. Cursing Spirit."

"... When did you notice it?" Tsurumi Ya was quite helpless.

Tsurumi You didn't have the slightest sense of being inferior to others: "It's very early, your tone is too similar to my parents."

"So, my twin Mr. Curse Spirit, who was born from love, is a happy cooperation."

There was pleasure in her voice.

Then, a person who almost had the same appearance as Tsurumi Yu appeared in the gap of time and space.

Accompanied by the scattered starlight, Tsurumi Ya fell into Tsurumi Yu's arms.

With a cold face, he tried his best to straighten his body, but he fell into the embrace of the woman again.

"Sorry. I'm not used to this body yet."

The two were silent for a while.

Tsurumi Ya spoke again:

"Pleasant to work with."

The author has something to say:

I... just... simply feel...

"Leave my girlfriend behind in the first episode, to complete the task, and don't take it seriously after the girlfriend's death" appears in Gojo Satoru, which is not OOC at all!

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