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

"Take it away, you haven't answered my question yet!" After finally regaining his composure, Gojo Satoru immediately patted Naoya's troublesome hand away in disgust, that is to say, he can't open the lower limit as he pleases, otherwise the other party There is no chance of touching his hair.

Although, it doesn't feel that bad, Gojo Satoru thought with some dissatisfaction.

Naoya, who was slapped away, was very calm and in a good state of mind. Given his current mental age, no matter what Gojo Satoru was, the one in front of him was just a coquettish brat, "Since you have everything in your heart." Now that I have the answer, why did you come here specifically to ask me?”

"So you admit it!" Gojo Satoru jumped up so excitedly that he almost spit out the candy from his mouth.

"...I beg you, please sit down and don't be surprised." Seeing that his medicine bowl was almost knocked over by him, Naoya hurriedly protected him, and sighed with relief, "Zhen Wang, Thank you for your hard work, pour him a cup of barley tea first." Then he picked up the medicine bowl, pinched his nose and prepared to drink it in one gulp.

But Gojo Satoru was very ungrateful, "No, what's so good about that kind of bitter tea." Seeing that Naoya was drinking medicine and had no time to talk to him, he couldn't help but said, "Will you stop saying something? Come here from afar, don't you want to be so boring." At the end of the sentence, there was even a hint of grievance in his tone.

Although nine out of ten are pretending.

Naoya also knows this very well, but the upbringing he cultivated in his previous life, as well as a little bit of indescribable face control attributes in his bones, made him just sigh helplessly, before he had time to rinse his mouth to remove some of the bitterness in his mouth. Xiang Zhenwang said again, "Forget it, don't you still have a lot of lemons from before, make him a glass of lemonade..." He glanced at Gojo Satoru's innocent big shining eyes, paused, and continued Said, "Less lemon, more honey."

"Hey, don't treat me like a child." Gojo Satoru muttered, but he didn't refuse again.

After taking a sip of barley tea and feeding himself a piece of candy, after suppressing the bitterness in his mouth, Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru again, "After you drink it, go away quickly, you, a god who sneaked out of Gojo's house, are you still here?" I ran all the way to the Buddhist monastery, and when they found out, I would make a fuss again."

"Those old men are always fussing and making a lot of noise." Wu Tiaowu pursed his lips, "Don't evade the topic, and I won't leave unless you tell me your purpose!" After finishing speaking, he patted the table again, pretending The serious expression is very imposing of the son of God.

Coincidentally, Zhenwang brought up the soaked honey and lemonade at this time, handed it to Gojo Satoru, nodded, and retreated to Naoya's side again.

"Here, let's have a drink first, I guess you should be thirsty too." Naoya smiled and didn't care about Gojo Satoru's bluff, seeing the other party lower his head and sniff the lemonade in the glass, he just felt that he looked really good now. Just like a cat who just arrived in a new home, I don't know how to become the personality that will be the only one in the future.

Time is a butcher's knife, Naoya sighed.

Finally, Gojo Satoru picked up the cup and took a sip. The translucent sliced ​​lemon swayed with the liquid in the cup. In an instant, the sweet taste exploded in his taste buds, moistening the slightly dry tongue.

Because it also has a little fresh sour taste, it doesn't make people feel too sweet and greasy, but it is just right, which greatly satisfies the tip of his tongue, and comforts him along the way. Compared with landmark buildings, some consume excessive eyes and brains.

So, he smacked his lips twice, and quickly drank the remaining lemonade.

"Well... not bad." After drinking all the honey and lemonade in one go, Gojo Satoru simply commented, but his expression revealed a bit of satisfaction.

No wonder he showed such an expression, the meals arranged for him by Wutiao's family have always been well-prepared, nutritionally balanced and delicious dishes, and the ingredients are extravagant to the extreme, I'm afraid he doesn't have enough to eat.

However, just like a person who is tired of eating big fish and big meat, he occasionally needs some vegetarian food to clear his mouth. The Wutiao family is afraid that his food and beverages are not generous enough. before?

And Gojo Satoru, who was forced to stand tall in the Gojo family, seldom really expressed his preferences.

From a certain point of view, Gojo Satoru was indeed a little pitiful when he was young. He had been rewarded with sky-high prices since he was born, and his freedom of behavior was still controlled by his family. It doesn't seem strange to have a wanton temper.

It's like a spring, if you suppress it for a long time, it will bottom out and rebound. Naoya looked at the other person's face and thought, when no one else is around, even his temper seems to be much more lively in private than when we met last time.

Or should I say that's how it is?

Naozai felt a little bit of pity for the other party inexplicably, because just a cup of lemonade with some extra honey could show a little satisfied expression, or felt that they were both the sons of the same family.

So when he looked into the other person's eyes, he couldn't help asking, "Are your eyes okay?"

As for the Six Eyes, as one of the three Imperial Clans, the Chanyuan has more or less understanding. After all, it has been hostile for many years, and it is normal to want to study it thoroughly to grasp its disadvantages. Therefore, he probably knows that the Six Eyes will grow with age. The growth is getting stronger and stronger, and he is forced to collect everything around, disturbing and irritating.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Naoya to ask this suddenly.

Naoya thought for a while, then turned to Mamoko and said, "Please prepare a hot towel for me."

After Zhenwang heard this, he took a look at Gojo Satoru, agreed, and left hesitantly.At this time, Naoya looked over again, smiled and waved to him, motioning him to approach.

Wujo Wu didn't understand why, but he didn't think Naoya could do anything to him, so he walked over without any scruples, and said, "Why, let's talk about it first, you have to answer my question, no matter how much you bribe me It's no use either."

Naoya smiled without saying a word, just patted his thigh and signaled him to lie down.

Gojo Satoru looked at Naoya suspiciously, but he still couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do, but he was not afraid at all, and he leaned forward without much hesitation.

"Close your eyes," Naoya couldn't help but laugh when he saw that the other party really lay down obediently. between the temples.

Right now, Gojo Satoru has not yet comprehended the reversal spell, and it is far from reaching the level of uninterrupted casting without a lower limit as in the future. He has become the most well-deserved strongest in the entire magic world in a true sense. For him now, the expansion without a lower limit is too much burden. for the benefit.

Sensing the other party's movements, Gojo Satoru was startled for a moment, but he quickly reacted, and immediately closed his eyes comfortably, closing No Limits, without treating himself as an outsider at all.

He is not surprised why Naoya knows his spells well. After all, the Wutiao family also has records of ten shadow spells. Although the descriptions in them are superficial, they are basically the same. It is estimated that there are similar spells in the Buddhist monastery. There are ancient records about six eyes and no lower limit.

After all, the two families have been hostile for hundreds of years, Gojo Satoru thought absently.

On Naoya's side, after feeling that the barrier that could never be approached was lifted, the soft fingertips pressed down gently.

He didn't press it casually. In his previous life, his mother was troubled by the teaching work. In order to make his mother more comfortable, he specially bought a special book and learned it accordingly. He also took his father to test the water first. After confirming that it was correct, this I started to massage my mother.

That's why he came up with a whim, thinking of giving Gojo Satoru a try.

To be honest, in fact, he didn't learn much, and the massage techniques are not so fancy, but the strength lies in the right strength and the accurate positioning. Still remembering, he tried to rub it lightly a couple of times, and quickly recovered the feeling.

It happened that Zhenwang came back with a small wooden basin and a hot towel. When he saw the person lying on his young master's lap, he couldn't help being stunned. Before he had time to wonder what his young master wanted to do, he said worriedly, "Master, your injury ..."

But was interrupted by Naoya midway, "It's okay, just give me the towel."

Helpless, Zhen Wang could only wring out the towel and hand it to his young master.

After receiving the hot towel, Naoya tested the temperature and felt that it was almost the same, so he folded it up and placed it gently on Gojo Satoru's eyes.

In fact, if there is a steam eye mask, the effect will be better, and it is more convenient to use. In the previous life, sometimes he was too busy at work, and he would use it before going to bed to relieve eye fatigue. Unfortunately, the earliest steam eye mask is now invented. , and there are almost ten years left.

Gojo Satoru, who was lying down, completely stretched and relaxed after being stiff for a few seconds the moment the towel touched his skin.

Although even if he covers his eyes, the scene like a high-resolution temperature measurement graphic will be clearly presented in his mind, making everything around him invisible, but the damp heat from the towel and the heat from both temples The meticulous massage still made him feel the comfort and ease that he had not seen for a long time.

Unknowingly, the original purpose sank in the gradually rising sleepiness. Out of self-confidence in his own strength, it was also a rebellion in his bones. Gojo Satoru was very ready to sleep on Naoya's lap like this, and have an uncomfortable fight. A well-timed afternoon nap.

Probably because it was far away from the noisy crowd, living in a corner, or because the atmosphere was too relaxed and leisurely, he fell asleep faster than he imagined, and after a while, his consciousness became blurred and his breathing calmed down.

As the instigator, Naoya could clearly perceive the change of Wujo Satoru. He raised his eyebrows, but he was a little surprised that this trick worked so well.

Originally, he just wanted to divert Gojo Satoru's attention, and then figured out how to make up a reasonable answer to fool him away, but he didn't expect that he fell asleep directly, which shows that the other party has indeed been tossing along the way. less energy.

After all, he was still a child, and he was never so invincible to the point of being abnormally strong in the future.

Although the current five enlightenment alone is enough to hang most people in the magic world... It's no wonder that so many people hate it so much that they don't hesitate to offer sky-high rewards, and want to take advantage of the fact that the six eyes have not yet fully grown. At the moment, get rid of people.

"Master, he—" Zhenwang wanted to say something, but when Naoya raised his finger to her lips, he immediately understood what the young master meant, and said again in a low voice, "Put him on the pillow, or you Your legs will be numb."

The towel covering Wujo Wu's eyes was already slightly cold, so Naoya replaced it and covered it with a folded dry towel again, only to block the light, and after finishing these, he whispered to Mamoko, "It's okay. , he won't sleep for long."

After thinking about it, he added, "Go prepare another glass of lemonade and add honey according to the ratio just now."

Then when the person wakes up, it's almost time, and he can send him away after drinking. Naoya thought to himself, but he didn't say it. After all, if he can take this opportunity to make friends with Gojo Wu, it will be convenient for him in the future. The pros outweigh the cons.

But if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter.

Zhenwang took a look at Wujo Wu, who was resting on Naozai's lap safely, sighed, and finally retreated in response.

For a while, there was no other sound in the room except the sound of light breathing.

Naoya, who had nothing to do, picked up the novel that had been thrown aside just after Gojo Satoru came in, and was about to continue reading.It is a mystery novel called "The Baron of the Night", which is said to be the best series of works by Yusaku Kudo, a well-known mystery novelist in Japan.

Naozai has never heard of this name, but he didn't think much about it. After all, when he was in the monastery, his vision was limited to the entire magic world, and he was not interested in anything other than this, and he would not take the initiative. I understand, it's normal not to know.

Right now, it's just that he is too boring during the recovery period, so he asked Zhenwang to find some more interesting literary works for him to pass the time. After all, the current mobile phones basically have no other entertainment functions except for calling.

He turned the pages of the book as quietly as possible, found the position he had just read, and was about to read it later—to be honest, this novel was much more interesting than he had imagined.

In the quiet Japanese room, two teenagers who are not very familiar with each other are close to each other, one is taking a nap and the other is reading a book. At first glance, it seems that they are cuddling with each other, absorbing the warmth of each other.

Inexplicable... there is a bit of indescribable warmth.