I'm not really a magician

, wanting to hide his true appearance.

But Yin finally died in the hands of Lan Ran, and finally relied on the curse on himself to reincarnate with his memory.If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to do this.

She has always lacked talent in the ability to find the goal of life, and it took so many years to make up her mind to become the god of death. If she faces death, she must not have the deep obsession like Yin.

and so--

"I won't die." Ji Jiang's lips moved slightly, his voice was covered by the sudden sound of pulling the door.

Luan Ju, who propped her forehead, appeared in front of Ji Jiang with half-opened eyes, and yawned, only then did she realize that Ji Jiang was at the door.The movement froze for a few seconds, and the bright-looking woman tilted her head: "Why is Xiao Jijiang here?"

"I just finished talking with the store manager. It's nothing serious." Ji Jiang blinked, looked at the sleepy Ran Ju, and smiled: "I won't bother you anymore."

"Hello, little Ji Jiang."

Instinctively, Luanju felt something was wrong, stopped the junior, and said after deliberation: "If you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

As an experienced vice-captain, Ranju naturally knows that some inadvertent little things may lead to the failure of the mission. For the Shinigami whose mental state is connected with the Zanpakutō, the mentality has a more serious impact on the Shinigami.

Out of a subtle and unpredictable premonition, she vaguely felt that Ji Jiang in front of her was different from usual.

Ji Jiang turned his head in the corridor a few steps away, looking at Luanju leaning slightly against the door, her gray-blue eyes were full of undisguised concern.

"What does death mean to Senior Luanju?" Ji Jiang suddenly asked a question.

Luan Ju was stunned for a moment by this endless question, then lowered her head slightly and began to think.

What does death mean?

She probably thought about this question before entering Mao's study.As for becoming a god of death, this question becomes as strange as "what does it mean to me".

From the girl who was almost starved to death in Liuhun Street to the current deputy captain of the [-]th squad, she no longer has to worry about food and clothing.

as well as--

Going back to the past, wearing the clothes of the god of death, silver who left her for the first time, told her that he would change their fate.

If Yin didn't become a god of death, she might not think about the possibility of becoming a god of death herself.

Then, she will probably be an ordinary Ruhun Street resident with spiritual power, looking for ways to satisfy her food and clothing while living, living, aging, sick and dying, and becoming a part of the spiritual cycle in the world.

Under the shadow of the system that has not changed for thousands of years in the soul world, if you don't become a god of death, you can't see a wider world, and there will be no Matsumoto Rangiku now.But...is it really a good thing to become the god of death?

Looking at the pensive Luanju, Ji Jiang woke up suddenly, secretly annoyed himself for asking this question, and quickly said, "Senior Luanju, you don't need to answer me."

Everyone has a different answer to this kind of question, and she has already had her own answer.

For her at the beginning, the god of death meant atonement, and it was the only way a nobleman who could get everything without doing anything could give back to the soul world.

But later she realized that the history of the god of death and the history of the world of corpses and souls is full of evil.

It is generally known that the god of death is an existence that protects the soul king and all the undead, and claims to be a god.

The ridiculous thing is that the Ling King died in the hands of the God of Death.

If the death gods who don't know the truth know all this, the world of corpses and souls will definitely fall into chaos.

The proud identity and the honor of guarding are just a deception that has lasted for many years.

She also benefited from the deception.

The so-called act of atonement by becoming a god of death is meaningless from the beginning.

"It's all right." Luan Ju paused for a moment, waved his hand to let Ji Jiang not care, looked at Ji Jiang with a smile, and asked slightly tentatively: "Where is Xiao Ji Jiang going?"

Ji Jiang blinked slowly.

She didn't have any travel plans today, but after Luan Ju asked, she had a thought.

"Suzuki Tower, do you want to join me, Senju-senpai?"

……

a day ago.

After arriving in the urban area, because the two of them walked slowly in the rain looked really strange, Wu Tiao took Ji Jiang into a familiar shop on the side of the road to avoid the rain—it was the magicians A shop that I personally like very much.

The sound of rain outside the shop was loud, and the noisy sound inside the shop also overwhelmed the soothing music playing.

Ji Jiang looked at the customers in the store, and one of the tables was complaining about the sudden rain, and delayed leaving the store, returning to the table to talk about troubles at work.

Ji Jiang, who was eager to try whiskey because of Zhu Fu Jingguang and Jiang Gu Ling, was studying the dazzling wine names, and was struggling with what to drink when he heard Gojo Satoru quickly ordered non-alcoholic for himself in a familiar manner. sparkling water and side dishes.

The boss responded, and seeing that they were sitting at a table for two with Ji Jiang, he let out a huff and asked Wutiao, "New face, newcomer?"

Ji Jiang raised his head and felt weird after hearing what the boss said: "Newcomer?"

"We—conjurers sometimes come here to meet up." Wutiao coughed softly, and after talking to Ji Jiang, he explained to the boss: "She is not a conjurer."

This is not a conjurer's party.

Seeing that Wutiao brought someone who was not at work here alone, the boss turned his eyes between the two of them, and had some guesses about the relationship between the two. location."

Looking from the window of this store, the colorful Suzuki Tower stands quietly on the other side of the river, silently overlooking the land.It is also a beautiful place for people on a date.

Of course, most couples may prefer to dine directly on the Suzuki Tower instead of his restaurant.But the other party is Gojo Satoru, and for the store manager, this reason alone is unassailable.

"Manager, you guessed wrong." Hearing the meaning behind the manager's words, Wutiao sighed deeply, with a look of regret: "Not yet."

The boss showed a look of surprise for a moment, and then quickly changed the subject: "Sorry, sorry, what would this lady want to drink?"

Ji Jiang couldn't distinguish the types of these wines in the present world. After being asked, he ordered one at random. After the boss turned around and looked at Wutiao, he felt that Wutiao seemed to be more relaxed than usual after entering the store. He was a little surprised and wanted to ask For some reason, his eyes were fixed on the black sleeve of the conjurer.

Under the bright light, there was a trace of inconspicuous dark wet marks on his cuffs, perhaps even the conjurer himself didn't notice it.

"What's wrong? My hand..." Wutiaojian Ji Jiang was staring at his cuff, just about to joke, when he lowered his head and found the mark on the sleeve, he changed the subject briskly, "Oh, oh, it's wet from the rain."

Ji Jiang: ...

"My nose is fine." Ji Jiang looked at Wutiao condemningly.She did smell a vague smell of blood on the road just now, but she only thought it was left by his enemy.

But it's different when there are bloodstains on his body. There is no lower limit that it is impossible to leak the splashed blood, and the blood on the clothes can only be his own.What's more, conjurers usually deal with curse spirits, and curse spirits usually only leave behind filth.

"That's the blood of the curse spirit accidentally." The conjurer quickly changed his words, and turned his wrist on his chest to check if there were other traces left on the sleeve: "It's really distressing——"

Before he could finish his false complaints, Wutiao's voice suddenly stopped.

Ji Jiang crossed the distance of the table, slightly pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to pull Gojo Wuzheng's casually turned hand over, and looked carefully at the light.

She also remembered that Gojo had said that he had been ambushed at her house in Mihuacho.

The grasped hand was spread flat and let the other party restrain it. The fingers were thin and slightly bent due to the relaxed state, and the pale skin stretched out the direction of some tendons.

Ji Jiang wrapped Wutiao's wrist under that hand with one hand, and spread Wutiao's fingers flat with the other hand, not letting go of any suspiciousness, trying to find the source of the blood on the cuff.

Gojo Satoru supported his face with his free hand, and looked at Ji Jiang, who lowered his head slightly to check his hand, his expression softened, and he stared at her quietly with his eyes blocked by sunglasses.

The light above the head fell, perhaps because the other party's downcast eyes, or maybe the shadow at the junction of light and dark softened the sharp eyebrows and eyes, leaving a slightly ambiguous softness.

Just like the pleasure brought by the brain's reward mechanism after eating sweets stimulates the desire for more pleasure.

Want to touch her more.

Knowing that the skeleton Ji Jiang was wearing was fake, Gojo Satoru still thought so.

Her hand was holding his.

Unlike his hand, which has no lower limit protection, Ji Jiang's hand has a layer of calluses because of holding the sword all the year round, his fingers are slender but powerful, and the light blue blood vessels buried under the white skin on the back of his hand can be vaguely seen.

The girl restrained her own strength, and when her fingers touched, it seemed like a light feather was passing by, bringing a trembling feeling like a slight electric current.

He endured not turning his hand back, allowing the other party to fiddle with it, and just looked at her quietly.

Maintaining an unlimited spell requires a lot of energy intake, and eating sweets is a must.

But touching each other is not required.

It is not that he lacks the courage to explore and pursue.Obedience to his desire to approach the other party can certainly make him feel happy and satisfied.

However, controlling his desires and maintaining his "hunger" will make him more happy——

Simply put, the sense of restraint after falling in love will give him a sense of satisfaction that the invincible Gojo Satoru can even overcome his own instincts.

Liking makes him happy, touching and being touched makes him happy, restraining his impulse makes him happy, the whole process of being in love is like eating sweets for a long time