There is really a problem with raising cubs in the Shura field

In the early morning of the next day, besides the little bird, there were two teenagers in the yard of Luye's house.

Gojo Satoru took her away yesterday, ending the false friendship between the two families. It was rare for Zenyuan Naoya to stop training and come to see her in person.

Gojo Satoru came later than him, and seemed to be in a good mood. He wore a pair of sunglasses on his face and twirled one pair on his fingers, lazily and casually, as if he was walking in his own home.

Zenyuan Naoya said with a cold face, "It's my turn today."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru glanced at him: "Uneducated guy, haven't you heard of it? It's monogamy now."

There was no need to make much noise, Gojo Satoru took care of him like he was an ant, Zenyuan Naoya was thrown on the grass outside the yard, his face was trampled under his feet.

Wearing an elegant and luxurious kimono, the young man lowered his head and smiled, "I'll kill you if I do it again."

After finishing speaking, he kicked his head hard, Zenyuan Naoya fainted immediately.

Gojo Satoru laughed, and looked at the driver at the Zenyuan's house not far away: "Hey, hurry up and recycle your garbage? Don't be so civic-minded."

A battle didn't take much time, Gojo Satoru's mood was not affected at all, he went through the window and entered Kano Rei's room, she was not here.

There was her fragrance on the bed, but it was very faint. Six eyes glanced at the room, and various traces told him: She didn't sleep here last night.

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue and saw her effortlessly.

She was sleeping soundly and didn't notice his arrival at all, but Xiao Douding in her arms opened her eyes instantly, and looked at him in the dim light, her eyes were full of sharp coldness.

"Not yet weaned?"

Gojo Satoru walked over gently, and said in a very low voice, "Do you regard Lian as your mother?"

He paused, and said mockingly, "Poor kid."

Osamu Dazai didn't want to talk to this person at all, she didn't sleep well recently, and she fell asleep very late last night, so he didn't want to argue with him and wake her up.

She changed into pajamas when she was sleeping. It was the same style as theirs. The loose and comfortable style can bring people a good night's dream, but it will also make the teenager who comes in through the window early in the morning see her collarbone and a large area on her shoulders. White skin.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to block it, and mouthed him to get the hell out of here.

Gojo Satoru looked down for a while, only to feel that the hand on her collarbone was an eyesore.

It didn’t matter much before, but since yesterday, maybe earlier, since I saw the picture book and imagined the woman on the picture as her, the strange seeds hidden in my heart broke out, and soon took root—everything is different up.

"How old are you? I don't remember...well, it doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru picked him up, it was easy for a conjurer to do this kind of thing without waking her up, Dazai Osamu was carried outside, into the small gazebo of the Kano family.

"I don't want to beat you."

Such a small child would be beaten if he was not careful. Wu Tiaowu knew that he had no sense in what to do, so he simply didn't do it. He just found a rope with magic power to tie him up and tied him to the pillar of the gazebo. .

He clapped his hands, feeling that Dazai Osamu's expression was very funny at this time, and took out his mobile phone to take a few photos, then shook his mobile phone and smiled at him: "Goodbye."

"..." Osamu Dazai looked at his back, and then looked down at the rope tied around his body.

The rope was not tied very tightly, but he still had no way to untie him, just like when Gojo Satoru lifted him up just now, he had no power to fight back.

Who can kill him.

Xiao Douding was sullen, thinking of names one after another, Xia Youjie, Fu Heisher, Zhongyuan Zhongye...they are not safe, even the chances are slim.

But there is one person who can definitely do it.

She has his complete trust, No Lower Limit has never been opened to her, just like she tacitly allowed him to kill Kamo, she would also be willing to kill Gojo Satoru, right?

Osamu Dazai's heart was pounding, and his intuition told him: It's best not to do this, he may not be the winner.

But also because of this intuition, he became even more excited, the unknown and dangerous answer was in front of him, he would jump off the window sill, even if he might fall to pieces.

**

When she went back, she had already woken up and was looking for clothes with her back turned to Gojo Satoru.

The boy looked at her quietly for a while, but she seemed to be unaware of it.

His heart is beating so fast, can't she hear him?

Gojo Satoru touched his chest, with a little confusion on his face - he really didn't understand why his heart was beating so hard when she was just standing there, and he wanted to kiss her.

This problem troubled the young man for two or three seconds, and then he was thrown to the back of his mind. Since he wanted to do it, he should put it into action. There is no hesitation in Gojo Satoru's dictionary.

He hugged her from behind, and when he lowered his head, he could see her collarbone. Without the many corrections made by the kimono, the ups and downs of her chest became more obvious.

This made him breathe faster, and when he really hugged her, he didn't want to just kiss her hastily.

He always wanted to talk to her first. Before desire, there was something else, another thing that made his heart beat faster.

"Why are you sleeping with him?"

With a dry voice and a little bit of dissatisfaction, it sounded no different from a husband who made rounds.

Shikano Rei seemed to be confused by his tone, looked up at him: "My lord?"

"Hello." After Kamo Kenche and Zenin Naoya, Gojo Satoru finally discovered this problem.

"Why don't you call my name?"

"Didn't you say that?" Her confusion became more intense: "I can't call you by your name."

For a while, Gojo Satoru was obsessed with comics, and always felt that the title "Satoru" was not cool enough, so he ordered her to call himself an adult.

At that time, she seemed very calm, she just lowered her head and said that she knew, but later he had forgotten about it, and she never called her name again.

Gojo Satoru can't remember this at all now, and the reason why he cares about the address is also because she looks distant when she calls him that, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

He carried her back to her room and lay on the bed with her. He could hardly control his desire to kiss her, so he rubbed his cheeks with her: "Call me by name."

As he wished, she called him: "Enlightenment."

But Wujo Satoru felt something was wrong.

Even though the title has changed from "Adult" to "Enlightenment", the sense of distance remains unchanged.

Respectful, gentle, very pleasant to hear, but far away, there is no longer the intimacy when calling him "Enlightenment" in the past.

"what happened to you?"

Gojo Satoru is not a dull person, under normal circumstances, he is only dull because he is too lazy to understand other people's moods, and he doesn't need to look at other people's faces at all.

He looked at the girl in his arms. This was his little wife. The girl who had been with him since he was five years old. Blending together in one place, there is no need for those rotten oranges to say that she will definitely be his wife in the future.

"Did I make you angry?" When necessary, Gojo Satoru didn't care about his face at all. He took off his sunglasses, put his face in front of the girl and acted like a spoiled child: "Pity, are you angry with me?"

"..." What responded to him was a blank look. Her pink eyes were full of confusion, but the background was calm.

For some reason, this kind of calm made Wujo Satoru feel a kind of pain, which is very slight, but it cannot be ignored.

"Since you are not angry, why don't you act like a baby with me like before? When Kamo died, I thought you would hide in my arms and cry, but you didn't, so what happened?"

He glanced at the bedside table, which held a few candies on a tray—he had slipped them into her hands.

"Huh?" The young man became angry, and he couldn't accept that high-pitched voice: "So you didn't eat any candy after that?"

There was a knock on the door, and Xia Youjie was standing outside.

He really didn't want to disturb the young couple's intimacy, but Wutiao Wunao's movement was a bit loud, and as a conjurer, there was no way he could not hear it.

Xia Youjie couldn't sit outside in silence, listening to another person - even his best friend, lose his temper at his sweetheart, even if he just yelled at her a little louder.

He would always think of her confused and calm appearance, and the way she sat on top of his spell that day, her hands trembling slightly, but she still comforted him.

Because he was quiet, he looked even more pitiful. The person he liked was liked by a powerful lunatic. Just thinking about this made him feel like he was about to go crazy.

Is it the effect of "medicine" that he likes her so much?

Not sure, but whatever.

He knocked on the door, then turned it on himself.

Her face was as dazed as he imagined, and she looked at him with pink eyes, probably because she just woke up and didn't want to be as perfect as usual, so she looked closer, subconsciously calling him: "Mr. Xia You?"

"what?"

Even if Wujo Wu is a fool, he can still tell that this "Xia Youjun" is much closer than the "Wu" that called him.

He looked at his best friend standing outside the door, and then at the girl in his arms.

These two are extremely borderline people, pushing girls' doors without consent, this kind of thing is usually done by Gojo Satoru, and Xia Youjie is responsible for "stopping" and "persuading" by the side.

Gojo Satoru hugged her tightly. This was a subconscious gesture to declare his sovereignty. The subconscious mind was always one step ahead of thinking, and sometimes it could remind the human brain.

Gojo Satoru looked up at Xia Youjie with a suddenly enlightened expression.

"Jay?"

Between close and inseparable friends, not much words are needed, Xia Youjie leaned against the wall, with a gentle smile on his face:

"Just as you think."