The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

However, although Naoya has the idea of ​​"cutting off immortality" in his heart, he also knows that if he really wants to kill Tian Yuan, this move is tantamount to making an enemy of the high-ranking mantras and even the entire mantra world.

All the barriers in Japan, including the barriers of the high school of conjuration, are all strengthened on the basis of the Tianyuan barrier technique. If Tianyuan dies, it means that all barriers will be invalid, so if it is not necessary, it is straightforward. In fact, he didn't want to choose this method, but...if the situation is really bad enough to the point of last resort, he will not be relentless either.

In conclusion, if his conjecture is correct, even if Tian Yuan is not dead, in the future the mastermind behind the scenes will release tens of thousands of curse spirits to 'refine Gu', and Japan will still fall into unprecedented chaos at that time, even if he really kills Tian Yuan right now , it is just to advance the chaos by some time, compared with [Death and Mie Tour], at least, the consequences of killing Tianyuan are still within the controllable range.

The government/government that jointly set up a cooperative government/government with the two Wujo Temples on top of the office will not completely lose the power of governance/government and become a useless empty shell like in the future.

However, if Tian Yuan can successfully assimilate with the astral body this time...

However, according to Gojo Satoru, the other party should be just a little girl who has just entered puberty.

After thinking for a moment, Naoya pursed the corners of his mouth, looked at Gojo Satoru, lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Then what are you going to do if... the astral body is unwilling to assimilate in the end?"

"...Then it's different." Hearing this, Gojo Satoru didn't open his eyes, and was silent for a moment. He just said this lightly, then snorted and asked back with the corners of his lips hooked, " Otherwise, what else can I do?"

"I guess so," Naoya shook his head with a smile, and was not very surprised by Gojo Satoru's answer, and then asked, "If you really do this, don't you worry about any terrible consequences? "

"No matter what comes, I will bear it," said Gojo Satoru, who opened his blue eyes, filled with a confident smile, and looked straight at Naoya, against the background The dim orange light also reflected Naoya's figure, raised his eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "After all, I'm the strongest."

"Are you alone?" Seeing this, Naoya couldn't help asking back a little amusingly, but it was rare that he didn't hit Gojo Satoru's surging self-confidence.

"Well, isn't there still you and Jie here?" Gojo Satoru waved his hands, his legs crossed and shook twice, and none of Zheng Xing said indifferently, "What's more, it's maintained by sacrificing an innocent girl. The stability of the entire magic world, this kind of approach is simply rude." At the end of the speech, the mocking disdain in his tone was almost beyond words.

"Speaking of which, do you know what Teacher Noctua said when he told us about this task?" Gojo Satoru looked at Naoya, probably because he regained his energy, he simply propped up his upper body with his arms, and slowly rubbed against Naoya's shoulder and found a comfortable position for himself, grabbed Naoya's waist, poked his chin into Naoya's shoulder, blinked his big eyes, and hummed, "Huh?"

With this look, he almost had the words 'ask me' written on his face.

"...How do you say it?" Naoya paused for a moment, feeling the increasingly intimate gestures from Gojo Satoru's hand, and finally suppressed the strange emotions gradually rising in his heart, without revealing anything, just As usual, he asked following Gojo Satoru's words.

"Mr. Ye Moth told us from the very beginning that the goal of this mission is to 'erase' the astral body," Gojo Satoru let out a shallow laugh from his nasal cavity, "He, on the surface, looks He looks like a gorilla, but he pays special attention to some small places."

Hearing this, Naoya was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood the meaning of Ye Mo Zhengdao's words, sighed, and couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart for a moment, the other party is indeed a good teacher to the letter, and he would say so bluntly. With Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie directly explaining the true nature of this mission, it is no wonder that Wujo Wu will give Ye Moth righteous face and let the other party's "iron fist teach".

To assimilate the astral body with Tianyuan, the essence is to obliterate the will and existence of the astral body itself, and this is one of the reasons why Naoya is not optimistic about the smooth assimilation between the astral body and Tianyuan.

For the time being, no matter how many people and organizations there are in the outside world, they will obstruct this mission in every possible way. Just a Panxing Sect, which is full of ordinary people, will not hesitate to offer sky-high rewards on the black market in order to kill the astral body. The teacher, even more so, is like a wolf that smells blood, just to bite off a piece of fat that belongs to him.

With Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie's abilities, it is easy to face these external opponents, but if the astral body shows even a little reluctance or reluctance before the final assimilation, with their strength A young man's heart, I am afraid that in the end he will be "lost", and then choose to respect the wishes of the astral body itself.

So, for him now, there are basically only two choices left. Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru's furry head on his shoulder, felt the hair rubbing against his cheek, and said silently in his heart, find out The real mastermind behind the scenes, or, killed Tian Yuan.

"I said Naozai, are you going to sleep?" Suddenly, Gojo Satoru asked, with a hint of tiredness in his tone, he yawned, and a few drops of physiological tears secreted from the corners of his eyes, "I'm Tomorrow morning, I'm going to go find the astral body with Jie to do the mission, or we'll just turn off the lights."

"Okay," Naoya nodded, his lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end he pressed his lips together, raised his hand, smiled and rubbed Gojo Satoru's head twice, and then said, "Originally, I also I just planned to read a few pages of the novel and go to sleep, but you suddenly appeared and fell on my bed, causing all the sleepiness I had been brewing with great difficulty to disappear all at once."

Out of worry, and because he was still not completely sure whether his guess was correct, Naoya did not intend to tell Gojo Satoru the various thoughts in his heart, and could only suppress them together with other tedious thoughts in his heart for the time being.

"Obviously you read the novel by yourself, and the more you read, the more energetic you become, and now you blame me instead," Gojo Satoru didn't know, how many thoughts flashed through Naoya's mind in just a few seconds, he clicked his tongue, and simply hugged Naoya Lie down together, and turned off the warm orange night light in front of the bed, muttering, how can I sleep with the light on, it's much better now. "

Feeling Gojo Satoru's embrace, Naoya moved his lips, but did not speak.

The summer night is hot, although the air conditioner is turned on in the room, he feels that his heart seems to be infected by summer, and it becomes hotter and hotter. Even his limbs and bones seem to be steamed by the heat, and they are immediately stained with a thin layer of sweat meaning.

Those emotions that had been forcibly suppressed before, probably because the invasion of darkness temporarily blinded the five senses, quietly gushed out from a corner of the bottom of my heart slowly, following the continuous circulation of heat in the body, all the way It reached his mind smoothly.

Looking at Gojo Satoru's sleeping face gradually calming down, the corners of his eyes and brows that were originally a little aggressive, became softer as his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

On the other hand, Naoya himself could not fall asleep, probably because he was affected by the emotions in his heart. For a while, his mind was like a wave, and he thought of many pictures. A past life as beautiful as a dream, and a completely different present life, at this moment.

But no matter how he thinks about it, until now he still can't figure out why there are many people in this world, but fate favored him, and after his death, he was reborn to the place of his previous life, so why should he let him get used to it? After everything there, he was sent back to the present world. Even if he just wanted to stay away from everything in the magic world and be an ordinary person, he failed in the end. Instead, he stepped into quicksand, sinking deeper and deeper.

Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help but think a little confusedly, what is the purpose of what he is doing now?

At the beginning, he just wanted to live a peaceful and ordinary life, and he didn't want to have any relationship with the magic world. Even if he made friends with Gojo Satoru, it could only be regarded as an unexpected accident at the beginning, but Later, because of this 'accident', he did many things that he never thought of before until now.

In the darkness, the cold moonlight poured through the window into Naoya's room, falling on the light and light-colored bedding, and Gojo Satoru's silver hair, which was already eye-catching, seemed to be soaked by the moonlight. In the middle of the night with the distant humming of cicadas, it was like a star falling in Naoya's room. Although it was not very bright, it was particularly eye-catching, reflecting the surroundings and dispelling the dark shadows.

It also shined into Naoya's heart.

Stretching out his hand gently, Naoya used his fingertips to slowly caress the five strands of Satoru's drooping hair. In a trance, he felt as if he had caught a ray of moonlight, which made his thoughts drift away involuntarily for a while, inexplicably I just thought wildly without any basis, that I...or came here for Wujo Wu.

Even he himself was a little startled by this sudden thought, his eyes widened slightly, and he even felt a little embarrassed and ashamed.

But the thoughts in my heart completely disregarded the master's reaction, and followed this thought very honestly, like a vine, constantly attaching and climbing, growing upwards.

The former Naoya and Gojo Satoru seemed to be two parallel lines that would never intersect. Even though they were in the circle of the Yusan family and met occasionally when they were young, they had different pursuits in their hearts. As a result, the two of them hardly saw each other in the next twenty years, and even the most superficial nodding acquaintance was not enough for the two of them.

But now, since Gojo Satoru broke into his courtyard when he was six years old and opened the shoji door, or at the fifth birthday party of the other party, regardless of the crowd left and right, he ostentatiously approached him, Everything has been different since then.

As for the dream more than two months ago... Naoya didn't know what that dream meant, and he didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Gojo Satoru at the moment. For the time being, I don't want to pay attention to these messy and complicated thoughts that are like balls of yarn.

There is only one thing, he can be very sure now, Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru who was lying beside him, and silently thought in his heart that although his eyes were illuminated by moonlight, they were still gloomy.

He would never let Gojo Satoru be sealed again, no matter... what the price would be.

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The next morning, Gojo Satoru woke up early.

He rubbed his eyes that were hazy and dry, and called Naoya's name twice in a low, confused voice, but after a long while, there was no response at all. There was no one around him at all, and he frowned, feeling a little strange for some reason in his heart.

"...Did you get up so early?" Gojo Satoru murmured somewhat uncertainly. He touched the quilt where Naoya had slept, but what he touched was a burst of coolness, leaving no residual warmth , and glanced sideways at the sky outside the window, because it was summer, even if he got up early, the blue sky was already coated with a faint golden edge, he scratched the somewhat messy ends of his hair, and put it on for the time being. Dispelling the suspicion in my heart, I lifted the quilt and got up, planning to go outside to have a look.

However, when Gojo Satoru opened the barrier door and walked out to the room where Naoya usually handles affairs, he still didn't see that familiar figure. Instead, it was Nobushi who was following Naoya, and for some reason, stood blankly at the table. In front of him, he didn't know what he was looking at, his head was lowered, and his whole body exuded an indescribably low breath.

Seeing this situation, Wujo Wu's heart sank, and an indescribable uneasiness suddenly gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey," Gojo Satoru frowned, and shouted in a deep voice without even calling his name, "Do you know where your Patriarch is?"

Hearing this, Shinshi, whose back was facing Wujo Wu, paused, as if he had been frightened, his whole body began to tremble suddenly. He seemed to pick up something, and turned around suddenly, facing Wujo Wu.

It was only then that Gojo Satoru realized that the whites of Xinshi's eyes were bloodshot and flushed, and in the opponent's hand, he was holding a piece of letter paper, which seemed to have something written on it.

"Gojo Wu Patriarch," Xinshi's voice was depressing and hoarse, and there was too much emotion in the eyes looking at Wujo Wu, just when Wujo Wu wanted to see clearly, but lowered his eyes again, stretched out Stretching out his arms, he slowly passed the wrinkled letter paper in his hand, "Please... have a look at this."

Seeing the letter paper handed in front of him, Gojo Satoru noticed that a bit of hesitation flashed in his heart—even though he was sure that Xinshi's strange attitude and Naoya's disappearance were probably all related to this, but Wujou It's for sure, the restlessness gushing out of his heart, the more obvious it is, the harder it is to conceal.

After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru finally took the letter paper from Xinshi and slowly opened it.

However, the moment he saw the short line of writing on the letter paper, Gojo Satoru immediately widened his blue eyes and completely froze in place.

I saw that there was left on it, for him, Naoya’s familiar handwriting, written neatly with one stroke and one stroke——[From now on, all the affairs of the Zenyuan clan will be temporarily represented by Zenyuan Xinshi, Wujo Wu from the side assist. ]

[And I will cut off the undead. ]