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

Gojo Satoru felt it very clearly, a coolness slowly slipped from between his palm and cheek, and then it made contact with the stone bricks on the ground, making a dull sound.

Obviously it was only a very light sound, but it was like a heavy hammer weighing more than a thousand catties, which slammed into Gojo Wu's mind hard, making him stunned for a moment as if his ears were ringing, so that he couldn't react for a long time, what happened in front of him.

"... Naoya?"

I don't know how long it took before Gojo Satoru finally found his throat, and with a hoarse voice that seemed to be blown wantonly by the cold wind, he whispered the name of the person in his arms, but, The loss of body heat, the increasingly cold body, and almost no sound of breathing all indicate that the person in his arms is no longer able to respond to his hoarse voice.

His chest seemed to be completely submerged by the rising tide of sea water. The strong salty feeling intertwined with unspeakable depression filled every corner of Gojo Wu's heart, almost making him breathless. He even couldn't understand what happened for a while. What, the pictures received by the eyes seem to be frozen into a series of obscure illustrations, even if they are all conveyed to the mind, it is impossible to arrange them in the correct order.

It's like an art exhibition with countless works on display. Gojo Satoru stepped into it, but he didn't know the theme of the exhibition or the meaning of the paintings. The only thing he knew was that the protagonist in the painting grew up with him since he was a child. Naoya.

On weekdays, he always recalls the past Gojo Satoru who accompanied Naoya from time to time, and often imagines the future with Naoya by his side. In almost every picture scroll he conceives, Naoya appears. Therefore, he also never Never imagined the possibility of losing Naoya.

If there is no Naoya...

Stopping the thoughts in his head, Wujo Satoru didn't want to think about it anymore, he just hugged the person in his arms even harder, trying to pass his body temperature over in this way, so that it would no longer gradually become colder.

Everything around was extremely quiet. In front of the empty main hall of the Xing Xing Palace, there was no extra noise. At this moment, the only thing he could hear was his own heavy breathing.

Only the sound of his own breathing, Gojo Satoru thought in a daze, he buried his head in Naoya's shoulder, and could clearly feel Naoya's lips brushing against his ear, causing a burst of itchiness It's numb, but they can't feel the breathing of the other party. The chests that are close to each other, and only his own chest, are still beating bursts without sparing any effort.

It was as if what he was holding was a cold statue.

But what he was holding in his arms was Naoya, Gojo Satoru thought a little incomprehensibly, and subconsciously tightened his arms, but for some reason, his eye sockets felt more sour and warm. The feeling of touch seemed to come out from the corners of the eyes, and the teeth were clenched even more unconsciously inside the tight lips, trying to swallow all the choked sobs that were about to come out.

Gojo Satoru remained silent, as if... silently refusing to admit something.

"Wu, you..." Xia Youjie stood aside, frowned and looked at the picture in front of him. He stretched out his hand to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them forcefully. Together with Gojo Satoru, he fell into silence.

On the other side, Riko Tenuchi was still a little out of the situation. She looked at Xia Youjie next to her, and then at Gojo Satoru who was kneeling in front of her, holding someone she didn't know in her arms, Even though she didn't hear a whine of mourning coming from Gojo Satoru's direction, she could still feel a real sense of depression and sadness, which infected her heart and made her sad.

That is...a very important person to Gojo Satoru, Riko Tennouchi pursed her lips, and suddenly remembered that Xia Youjie had told her before that Gojo Satoru had lost contact for nearly three months. Friends of the sky, could it be that you are talking about the person who is being held tightly in Gojo Satoru in front of you?

Thinking of this, Riko Tenuchi couldn't help covering her mouth, her mood, which was already infected by the heavy atmosphere, now even her chest seemed to be clogged, stuffy, and it seemed that breathing became a little difficult.

A doubt that surfaced from the bottom of her heart the moment she saw Naoya appearing, but was forcibly interrupted by successive incidents, also returned to her mind along with these emotions—why did the other party appear here?

However, before Riko Tennei could figure out the answer to the question, an old and distant voice suddenly sounded like thunder on the ground, breaking the silence that the three of them had maintained for a long time.

"Zenyuan Naozai," the voice said Naozai's name for some reason, revealing a bit of approachable kindness, but with a touch of unquestionable majesty, slowly and calmly told the three of them a story that they didn't even have time to say. Surprised, he had to stare at the fact that his eyes widened, "He hasn't died yet."

Xia Youjie, who was the first to react, hurriedly followed the prestige, but saw an old man with snowy temples and frosted hair standing on the stone steps behind them, with a faint smile on his face, watching gently watching them.

In other words, staring at the location of Gojo Satoru.

"Are you..." Xia Youjie looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him with some disbelief. He was dazed for a long while before hesitantly asked, "You... are you Lord Tianyuan?"

Standing beside Xia Youjie, when he first heard the name Riko Tennei, he subconsciously backed away. After he realized it, he barely stopped the step of retreating, and stood in place a little at a loss.

Even though she had admitted in front of Xia Youjie that she really did not want to assimilate with Lord Tianyuan, and wanted to live with Heijing, but when she really faced Master Tianyuan, the teachings that others spared no effort for more than ten years seemed to be in her ears again It sounded, causing the most authentic desires and thoughts in her heart that belonged to her to be suppressed bit by bit again.

"Tiannei, you don't have to worry." However, probably seeing Riko's thoughts from the corner of his eyes, Tian Yuan turned his gaze to her, and said softly, "From now on, you can go to the The life I want, I no longer have to bear the responsibilities belonging to the astral body.”

"Lord Tian Yuan..." Hearing this, Riko Tenuchi blinked, as if she hadn't realized what Tian Yuan said just now, her lips parted, and she murmured with a dull expression, "Why...?"

But seeing Tian Yuan shook his head slowly with a smile, instead of answering, he turned to look at Xia Youjie again, and not far from him, he was still kneeling on the ground, holding Zhizai firmly in his arms, only slightly Turning his head to the side, from the corner of his eyes, he gave Gojo Satoru a ray of chilling gaze.

"Before you came, Zenyuan Zhizai came to me alone," Tian Yuan said slowly, inexplicably comforting in his flat tone, but the content of the words was not as expressed in his tone Ordinary, "He guessed the real purpose of the rope with the slightest detail, and tried to kill me to prevent all disasters that may happen in the future."

"Zuosuo?" Xia Youjie frowned as he said this name he had never heard before. Suddenly, in his mind, he thought of the strange monk who had been blasted half of his body by Wujou, and turned his head slightly. Glancing at the pool of blood, he asked in a deep voice, "You mean him?"

"Exactly," Tian Yuan nodded and explained, "His real identity is a magician thousands of years ago, and he has lived until now by constantly changing his body... But now, these are not important anymore. "

"Is it because he is already dead?" Xia Youjie squinted at Wujo Wu who was still silent beside him.

"Yes, and no." Tian Yuan didn't nod his head to give an affirmative answer, "There are many hidden means in the search, otherwise I wouldn't have survived until now after being defeated by the Six Eyes twice in the millennium. I can't sense his existence, but I can't clearly know whether he is completely dead and annihilated, or whether he is hiding somewhere and continues to live on. "

"Since you can't be sure of this," Xia Youjie pursed his lips after hearing Tian Yuan's words, clenched his fists and asked again, "then what you said is 'not important', The meaning of this sentence is..." Xia Youjie paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Tai Nei Lizi beside him, and got a puzzled wink from the other party.

"It seems that you understand," Tian Yuan smiled, "The premise of all the plans and strategies is that I failed to assimilate with the astral body, but at this stage, I really no longer need to assimilate with the astral body."

Even though he had guessed in his heart, Xia Youjie was still taken aback when he actually heard the answer, "But why..."

"Is it Naozai?" However, Gojo Satoru, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke at this moment, interrupting Xia Youjie's unfinished words. His blue eyes stared straight at Tian Yuan, as if he was questioning him. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Is his hair and spell power all because of you?"

"Wu..." Xia Youjie frowned as soon as Wujo Wu opened his mouth, and looked at the other party with some worry, but he didn't really stop Wujo Wu from uttering these words.

This is what he wants to know at the moment.

"It is indeed because of me," Tian Yuan admitted very generously, still looking calmly at Wujo Wu's eyes full of dark swirls, "when he tried to touch me with his own shadow, for some reason, I My [Immortal] technique has been affected, instead of gradually being in a constant subtle state, my technique no longer tries to transform my aging body. In this case, for thousands of years... I Never met before."

"After knowing this change, Zenyuan Naoya thought for a while, and then used the magic tool Tennihoko in his hand to forcibly cut off nearly a third of his own shadow, and integrated all of it into my shadow." As if feeling emotional, Tian Yuan paused, sighed before continuing, "It's just that what he did was tantamount to breaking his own arm, and he fell into extreme weakness in an instant... As for You should all know what happened after that.”

"So, it's really because of you..." Gojo Wu stared at Tian Yuan who was standing not far away from him, the majestic mantra around him was like the sea in a storm, and the waves became more and more turbulent. Just about to move, just waiting for him to give him a vent to release it completely.

"Don't forget, I said it just now," Tian Yuan said calmly and calmly, facing the killing intent in Wujo Wu's eyes, "Naozai Chanyuan hasn't died yet."

"Although the remaining shadow is weak, it still has enough energy. The moment the bullet of the scorpion hit him, it sealed his heart in an instant," Tian Yuan pointed to Naoya's chest, and the words he said made the people in front of him feel ashamed. The three of them widened their eyes together.

But then, his voice changed, and he frowned and said in a deep voice, "But the bullets of Lisao are unusual, similar to curses, and contain powerful toxins. Even if the shadow seals the heart and fights against it, the toxins will still remain In other places, the blood and bones of Zenyuan Naoya were eroded, so he shed so much blood."

"Right now, the power of the shadow is gradually declining. If you don't take the time to take him for treatment and take out the bullet, it will really be too late."