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

Almost at the moment when the words of Katsuo just fell, Gojo Satoru raised his hand from Naoya's chest, and the majestic mantra power was concentrated in his fingertips that were still dripping with blood in just a few seconds. There was a frightening red light, his wide eyes were bloodshot, but there was no emotion in his expression, he just stared at the direction of the rope, and said lightly, "[He]."

The dark red brilliance hit the blood on the five Wuwu's fingertips, like a laser ray magnified several times, with a violent and powerful impact, it galloped towards the rope like lightning.

However, what moved faster than that was the shadow under Naoya.

Probably finally found the right time. The shadow under Naoya was already waiting for the moment when Gojo Satoru raised his hand. Relying on its incomparable invisibility, along the gap between the floor tiles, at the fastest speed, it quietly came to the foot of the rope that was entangled by the curse spirit and could not move, and climbed up to it silently. Lisuo's body.

"......how?!"

Originally, he was calm and calm, but after saying those words to Wutiao Satoru, he planned to complete the spell completely and leave the rope of this body, but suddenly found that the spell power and spell in his body, As if he was stuck by something, it stuck him at the last moment, and even his body seemed to be completely sewn together with this body, almost unable to move.

This sudden change made Lisuo startled, and he didn't dare to relax any more. He used all his energy to repeat the operation several times in a very short period of time, trying to break the frozen object that interrupted the operation. However, things backfired, until Wujo Wu's dark red shock wave like a comet hit him, smashing him and the bound curse spirit into the brick wall behind him, and he still failed to leave this place body.

"boom--"

A dull loud noise, accompanied by the falling sound of countless crushed stones and rotten tiles, echoed for a long time in front of the empty main hall of the Xingxing Palace. With the strength of the shock wave, I can see that the man has been deeply embedded in the brick wall, and the monk clothes around him are also damaged. A large mouthful of blood is accompanied by an uncontrollable coughing sound, coming from his mouth. Spit out, mixed with gravel and dust falling from the brick wall, staining his chest.

"This is...unexpected, cough..." The transfer failed, and he endured the strain of the blow abruptly, ignoring the severe pain that was almost numb all over his body, coughing for nothing Blood, squinting his eyes that gradually became blurred, trying to find out the real reason for the failure of the operation.

Soon, on his arm that was forced to be exposed because of the torn clothes, he found that apart from the blood-oozing wound and the dust-stained stains, there was a black darkness all over his body that was constantly spreading and twisting like a snake. The pattern was winding upwards along his arm, as if eroding every inch of his skin bit by bit.

Unknowingly, Yansuo's eyes widened because of the heavy blow, his pupils were filled with blood red, and he could clearly feel that every time these dark dark lines moved an inch more on his skin, the spells and spells he was constantly trying to run The more force you have, the more you will stagnate and block.

"What the hell...cough cough!" Yan Suo looked at the black dark lines that were still wandering, but for some reason in his heart, he felt somewhat familiar with them. His thoughts raced, trying to recall This thing that suddenly disrupted his plan, where did he see it before, but the itching in his chest, the sticky smell of blood in his mouth, and the pain that covered almost every inch of his body, all these piled up made him It was difficult to remember clearly for a while, only a vague outline remained, appearing and disappearing in his mind.

But Gojo Satoru wouldn't give Suso any extra time, nor would he have another word of nonsense with him.

Taking off the black uniform that was almost half damaged, Gojo Satoru embraced Naoya with one hand, and simply folded the uniform into a sleeping pillow with the other hand, and placed it in a suitable position. Then he gently put Naoya down slowly, He originally wanted to wipe Naoya's dusty cheeks, but found that his hands were already covered with blood.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru clenched his fists without saying a word, making cracking noises of joints rubbing against each other, and slowly got up with the slight noises, wrapped in the pressure of the torrential spell, step by step, stepping on the ground. With heavy steps, he went straight to the rope.

It was also until this moment, following the direction of Wujo Wujo, seeing Naoya lying quietly on the ground, Rinso suddenly opened his eyes wide, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and finally knew what the dark lines on his body were. What.

"Shadow..." Yan Suo murmured in a low voice, his voice was slightly hoarse, as if a little unbelievable, but it should be taken for granted, "It's his...shadow!"

After all, he underestimated the shadow of Zenyuan Naoya, and he secretly hated in his heart. He had calculated thousands of times, but he could not. After sealing off all his mantra power and spells, at this point, Rinso can finally be sure that Zenyuan Naoya's shadow spells are by no means the ten shadow spells of the Zenyuan clan's ancestral spells.

It's a pity that he knew it too late, and finally lost his guard and lost.

However, Lisuo didn't intend to accept his fate. After thousands of years, how could he allow himself to fall into the hands of a brat and his inexplicable shadow? method to transfer itself.

However, in a place that Ling Suo couldn't see, the shadow turned into black dark lines, which had already climbed to his neck along his limbs and skin, like sprouting branches, spreading and growing until it infected his face With the forehead, the suture scar on his forehead, just like those tiny slits, was refilled little by little like black silk threads.

When Gojo Satoru walked in front of Masuo, the opponent's forehead was already darkened, and... had an aura that Gojo Satoru was very familiar with.

"Naozai..." Gojo Wujo murmured to himself in an incomprehensible manner, he looked at the suture line on the forehead of the man who was almost completely covered by the black shadow, and recognized that it was the shadow of Naoya, a flash in his heart After a while of throbbing pain, it seemed that Naoya was gently guiding and telling him to go there with all his strength and make the final blow.

"I understand." After a long while of silence, Gojo Satoru finally said in a hoarse voice, raised his right hand, and pressed the index and middle fingers with his thumb. All kinds of infinite conflicts*, and the resulting power, with the flick of his fingertips, compressed into a small ball like a turbulent huge wave, poured out, and hit the brain of Ling Suo directly.

Yansuo's eyes widened. Facing this indescribably powerful impact, at the cost of giving up most of his own body [brain], the technique that he regarded as the last trump card is now barely functioning until the last step.

If he can't escape this blow...!

[Xu Shi. Zhi] did not leave much time for Yan Suo to think, in just a moment, it was like a black hole, and together with his head, it almost swallowed his entire upper body, leaving only the bloody lower body cut off from it Half of the body collapsed powerlessly, and foul-smelling sticky blood spewed out, covering the ground in a short while.

There was silence for a while, only a few slight but rough breathing sounds still lingering in my ears.

Everything seems to be over.

Gojo Satoru silently stared at the broken corpse in front of him, and after confirming with his six eyes that there was no other residual mana power, he turned around and returned to Naoya's side, still knelt down on one knee, and put the Naoya embraced him.

It seemed that the blood on Naoya's chest was no longer flowing, but Gojo Satoru didn't dare to think about it, whether it was the healing of the wound, or there was not enough blood in Naoya's body to flow out.

"... Naoya, Naoya?" Gojo Satoru called softly in a hoarse voice, "Don't sleep, I'll take you back to the office right away, I'll go find Nitrate, and your pot of bluegrass, It will definitely...can cure you." At the end, Gojo Satoru's voice became lower and lower, his teeth were clenched, and a slight choked sob quietly passed through his lips and teeth from his throat.

Suddenly, from the corner of Gojo Satoru's eyes, he inadvertently noticed that the shadow that had just gone to the side of Masuo was turning back one after another at this time, and returned to Naoya's shadow, probably because the return of the shadow gave Naoya a little strength, or For some other reason, Gojo Satoru felt inexplicably that Naoya's pale face seemed to have warmed up a little, and even the black and blue on his lips had faded a little.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a faint hope in his heart. He tried his best to suppress the intertwined emotions of anxiety and panic in his heart, and raised his voice slightly, trying to wake up the boy with his eyes closed all the time. Man, he wanted to see those dark brown eyes again, reflecting his shadow clearly, wrapping him tightly in them with the usual gentleness and tolerance.

"Naoya, can you hear me?"

"Naoya, wake up, don't sleep."

"Naoya..."

......

"Wu..." Xia Youjie, who was protecting Riko Tennei, frowned when he saw this, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but he was powerless to stop him, even though his feelings for Naoya were far less than Gojo Gojo's. But the other party helped him a lot, and in front of him...Xia Youjie clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips, and the hatred for himself in his heart was like a huge rock, which almost made him unable to breathe Get angry.

If at that time, his reaction was faster, even if it was only a second, and he summoned the magic spirit to block the blow for Naoya... Xia Youjie couldn't help but think about this possibility repeatedly in his mind, Even though he was very clear in his heart, the incident happened suddenly at that time, from the gunshot to Naoya's fall, almost at the same time, based on his reaction, no matter how fast it was, it was too late.

Gojo Satoru was still calling Naoya's name, but it became hoarse.

However, perhaps it was because Gojo Satoru was too persistent, or because the voice was too frequent and noisy, Naoya's brows loosened a little, and his eyelids trembled, as if he was hanging on a heavy weight. Slowly opened, revealing the dark brown eyes that were no longer clear inside, but only faintly and vaguely reflected Gojo Satoru's face.

"Enlightenment, enlightenment..."

Naoya responded to Gojo Satoru's call in a low voice, barely raised the corners of his lips, and murmured the other person's name softly. He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to caress Gojo Satoru's face, but only reached Halfway down, he was unable to hang down, Gojo Satoru quickly caught it, and then pressed Naoya's slightly cold hand to his cheek, looked at Naoya for a moment, and also responded in a low voice, "I am here."

"Okay, it's so dark... have you turned off the lights?" With a joking tone, Naoya felt the warmth of Gojo Satoru's cheeks, and asked with a chuckle, "I, cough, a little... ....I can't see you clearly..."

"Well, the light is too dazzling, so I turned it off," Gojo Satoru replied without changing his face, and cooperated with Naoya, using as light a word as possible, just holding Naoya's hand, he couldn't help tightening it a little bit, he turned his face Getting closer, almost touching Naoya's forehead, he asked again in a low voice, "Can I see clearly?"

"Ha...it's too close, but, ahem, indeed...you can see it clearly," Naoya couldn't help smiling, amused by Gojo Satoru's child-like intimacy, and he tried his best to My eyes were wide open, looking at Gojo Satoru who was close at hand, wanting to engrave him deeply in my mind, I asked more and more gently, "Everything... is, ahem, it's over. .....Yet?"

"It's over, he's dead." Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, "Your shadow has done a great job, but I'm not bad at all. Do you want to see my new move?"

"Really...I knew it, you can...ahem!"

Hearing this, Naoya laughed lightly, but it caused another burst of violent coughing, so that his voice became weaker and weaker. He had a lot to say, whether it was about the past, the present, or the future, and he could no longer restrain himself. He couldn't help but feel the surging emotions, and he wanted to tell the person in front of him one by one.

But right now, there is no way to say these words after all.

"Enlightened..."

"Ok?"

Naoya couldn't see Gojo Satoru's face at all, he could only vaguely feel the warmth of the other's forehead, and the soft but strong embrace. He almost exhausted his last strength, opened his lips and teeth, and felt the sticky throat in his throat. Blood and fishy sweet, buried all the feelings, and said in a warm voice, "From now on... everything will be handed over to you..."

Along with Naoya's voice, his hand fell powerlessly from Gojo Satoru's palm.

Fall hard.