unhappy marriage

#1

"Where is this? Hell?"

"No, you can't go to a place like hell even if you die."

"What do you want to say?"

"I just want to express that you will die badly."

"Heh, Wujo Wuyou are really good at it."

"I've always been strong. Even if I was the strongest in the past, I can only put an end to it."

"Blind confidence will kill you sooner or later."

"I'll just take you for a joke."

"...Then I will also curse you to die, Gojo Satoru."

"You please."

Gojo Satoru looked at the glamorous red-haired woman lying on the ground, the bright red blood and red hair on the ground gathered together, making it impossible to tell each other apart.The woman's gray-black pupils gradually lost their highlight, but even so her beautiful face was still shocking.

Gojo Satoru squatted on the side of her body, like a pure passer-by, not at all like he had just experienced a battle.

"Hey, do you have any last wishes? Of course, I'm just talking, but it doesn't mean that I will listen and help you achieve it." Gojo Satoru supported his head, poking the bleeding wound on the woman's body with a branch, and said relaxedly. .

The ashen-faced woman struggled for a while, her pupils regained some brilliance, and she sighed and said, "I just want to live like an ordinary person."

"If I had a choice, I would rather never have done those things. Then can I also be that person's justifiable wife and feel each other's love... Now I just want to live like I used to, so what's wrong?"

"The fault is that you shouldn't exist in this world, right?" Gojo Satoru continued to poke wounds, both physically and psychologically.

Before disappearing completely, the woman's beautiful eyes widened, and she shouted to the people beside her with her last strength: "Gojo Satoru, people like you...I hate, I curse you!"

"It was you who took the initiative to inhale my spell power in my domain just now... I can't blame me for what happened after that, you provoked me first!"

Gojo Wu stopped smiling, dropped the branch, stood up, leaned over with his pockets in his pockets and grinned mockingly, "Then let me see what you can do. You're obviously vulnerable, but you're very good at speaking."

After speaking, he raised his foot and was about to send her off for the last time, but at the last moment, the woman screamed, and a strange scent came from below, and Gojo Satoru was thrown all over his face. Although he didn't feel murderous, he still A strong uneasiness welled up in his heart, and he stepped forward without hesitation to kill the woman, but the next moment his six eyes sent back another message that made him unbelievable——

The dark fragrance faded, and the redness just now completely disappeared, even the blood disappeared, and after the light disappeared, the red-haired woman disappeared, replaced by a blue-haired girl in a white dress.

With just one glance, he could tell that the blue-haired girl and the red-haired woman in front of him were not the same existence.But after what happened just now, even if the two of them looked slightly different, his rationality made him unable to believe that the blue-haired girl was not the same person as the cunning woman just now.

But Six Eyes never made a mistake.

He took off the blindfold, squatted down and carefully looked at the blue-haired girl in front of him—if the damned woman just now was a witch born to seduce men, then it wouldn't be wrong to describe the one in front of her as a pure and innocent elf Pass.

He couldn't even see any mana fluctuations on her body, and even non-creatures could have mana, but she existed naturally like air, and if he couldn't feel her steady and soft breath, he would have let her People think it is just a lifeless sculpture.

She is as delicate as a work of art with a very high level of art. She is too beautiful but not kitsch at all. Her long straight blue hair hangs down smoothly. It is an unforgettable dreamlike blue color. Red, and the flirtatious red just seen are two extremes.

Seeing her like this, he felt inexplicably at ease.However, he didn't think it was a good thing, reason taught him that he should destroy this "work of art".

Just as he raised his hand, a voice sounded in his head——

"My curse is bound by life and death. Once there is something wrong with her, the retribution will be doubled on you... Gojo Satoru, if you want to live, you should work hard to learn how to love her. Of course I don't feel like you People who have no heart can succeed, so someday you will surely die a bad life."

"If she dies, you don't even want to live well."

"I'll only tell you half of the curse, but it's enough to increase the curse power to bind you."

"Your mistake is that you shouldn't be too blindly confident in yourself."

"I waited for 1000 years, and I don't mind another 1000 years..."

"One day I will wait until that person comes back to life."

Gojo Satoru stared at the girl on the ground for a while, then raised his hand and grabbed her by the neck, exerting a little force, the girl's expression was slightly distorted due to pain and suffocation, a small face was flushed, and finally she was half-opened. Zifen's pupils looked at him innocently and uncomfortably, and there was mist in her eyes.

At the same time, Gojo Wujo felt severe pain in his chest, and he couldn't help coughing up blood when he met those helpless eyes, and finally let go.The girl closed her eyes again, and fell back. Gojo Satoru saw this and grabbed the fabric of her chest.

It's really terrible, if he fell to his death, wouldn't he just explain it here?

Looking at the red handprints around his neck, he fell silent.

It seems that his life of being invincible without weaknesses is over as of today.

He Wujo Wu, the only weakness in his life appeared at the age of 28.

#2

Wakana is Wakana, Sadako is Sadako, they are not alone.

If you have to give an accurate statement, Wakana is just a victim used by Sadako to restrain him.

Born without magic power, it is like a non-existent non-living body, as clean as a piece of white paper.

Gojo Satoru took a shower, and didn't blow his hair when he came back. He just put his damp messy hair on his head, pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her sleeping face.

Seeing her like this now makes him a little dazed, as if back to the day when she first appeared, she also fell asleep peacefully, without any resistance to the surroundings, but it was such an ant-like A small and fragile person needs his life to take care of him carefully.

He also couldn't tell how he felt about her. Anyway, he didn't hate her, but he didn't particularly like her. Although those things had nothing to do with her, he wasn't so big-hearted that he played those boring couples with her every day. Jiajia, as for husband and wife... it's just an excuse he made up to control her logically.

But counting, he should also be forced to marry, in a sense.

Since when did he let go of all his prejudices towards her——

He fell into thinking, and his thoughts went back to the day when he brought her home from the hospital.

Let's say that place is home, but it was a place he bought casually to house her, thinking that there would be no problem in letting her fend for herself, but he almost died that time.

Just because she doesn't have the magic power doesn't mean that the curse spirit won't come to her. On the contrary, his laissez-faire attitude almost killed her, and it also hurt him miserably.

To this day, he still can't forget the scene of her dying when he rushed to the room full of curse spirits, and it was also that time, after suffering so much, he finally made up his mind to protect her, at least to isolate people from those dirty things. If he had the opportunity to contact her, he could still do it.

But he couldn't give her anything else.

As Sadako said, he will never fall in love with anyone in his life, after all, for him, there is no curse like love and distortion.

He has already followed Sadako's way, and he will never be fooled a second time.

"Ah, Mr. Gojo... Are you back? I, I'm going to... cook, cook..."

At that time, she couldn't bear it anymore, but she still tried her best to smile at him, and then got up to cook for him.She seems to be very obsessed with cooking for him. He doesn't go home often after he puts her down casually, and occasionally curses backlash and makes her feel unwell before going back to check. But every time she always Face happily doing this and that for him.

Food must be delicious.

That's what she said, because her husband is away from home for work, she will guard the house well, in order to let her husband have a bite of hot food anytime, anywhere, and feel better.

He really thought she was an idiot, but he just couldn't help this idiot.

She is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die, so he can only do everything for her, cut off any possibility of danger approaching her, and completely protect her.Not seeing her was only because of his personal bad taste, because it was troublesome to meet her, and he didn't want to give her too much hope. Seeing that smiling face would be a burden for him.

But she is always so ignorant of the world, and she does not eat the fireworks of the world. No matter how many excessive things he has done, she always forgives him and silently accepts everything from him.

How could there be such an unreasonable idiot?

Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, raised his hand and gently scratched her nose, and called her a fool.

At this time, the people below reacted a little, and after struggling for a while, they slowly opened their eyes, and what they saw was Gojo Satoru's face full of loneliness, with no eyepatch on, and a pair of blue eyes that were as clear as glass. Stared at her with a wink.

The warm yellow bedside lamp hit his face, softening his originally cold facial features. At this moment, he is as innocent and helpless as a lost child.

Is he sad?

After being stunned for a while, Wakaca realized that his hair was still dripping water. How long has he been like this?And those eyes, didn't they say they are sensitive to light?

Shocked, she sat up from the bed in fright, and quickly turned off the bedside lamp. Although her body was weak, she still endured the discomfort and got out of bed in the dark to find a towel for him to wipe his hair.However, just as she got out of bed, he grabbed her hand, and she was surprised that he was too cold!

"Five, Mr. Wutiao... Are you uncomfortable, I, I..."

Before she finished speaking, a breath of air covered her, and Wakana felt weightless for a while, and then fell back on the soft big bed.She opened her eyes wide in astonishment. After getting used to the darkness, she stared blankly at the tall man pressing her down above her. She almost thought that she was still dreaming. If it wasn't for the cold water dripping from his body on her face, she told it that this was the truth. if.

"Mr. Gojo?"

"Shh, don't talk."

He pressed down like a dense mountain, and his aura completely covered her, but a certain distance was maintained between the two of them, and he didn't completely press on her.But this is enough to make Wakana distracted, staring at the face of that angel, no matter how many times she feels that all beautiful things will be eclipsed in front of such a face.

He is like an angel.

Unlike her, even in the night he could easily capture her panic and shyness.

He leaned close to her ear, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his breath sprayed next to her ear, scalding half of her face.

"Hey, Wakana, I'm in pain, what should I do?"

His coquettish tone made Wakana feel ashamed and flustered, but when she heard what he was saying, her heart stopped suddenly, her breath was suffocated, and she couldn't care about anything else, she touched him with a pair of small hands, and she was about to cry: " Where does it hurt? What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He stopped her careless little hands, then forcibly pulled them up to the top of her head, and stepped onto the bed with her slender legs. He lowered his head into the socket of her collarbone, and gently inhaled the smell of her body. Her smell is always very reassuring.

He's like a drug addict and she's his drug.

Wakaba didn't dare to move, her heart was pounding.Although he was ambiguous at the moment, she didn't have any distracting thoughts in her heart. She guessed that something happened to him, so she didn't rush to ask, she just hoped that he could feel better.

"Although I don't know how to help, please let me know if you know, and I will try my best." She sighed.

As if he didn't hear her voice, he closed his eyes in the end, the weight of his whole body was also pressed down, and the movements of his hands were relaxed, and he fell asleep as soon as he relaxed.Although Wakana was pressed hard enough, she still couldn't make a sound, hugged his head, and patted him gently.

After a while, hearing his even breathing, Wakana sighed helplessly——

"Good night, Mr. Gojo."

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There are a few more comments, everyone is so enthusiastic and touched, please keep it up!

Have you found it?The teacher likes Wen Wakana very much?

Caused by physical fitness, although the teacher usually likes to use hands and feet (?)

In fact, the teacher has been softened~ Regarding the red mark on Wakana's neck when she woke up in Chapter 6, it is indeed the kind that this guy pinched and killed.

The teacher changed Wakana little by little!

Wakaca is really kind, and there will be a blank half-year interlude later, this kind of thing is a steady stream.

The teacher is going home often, one step closer to taming!

---Another teacher's article "Those things that were sealed together with 5T5"