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

When Gojo Wujo woke up, he felt refreshed all over his body, as if he had just taken a comfortable hot bath. Every pore was relaxed comfortably, breaking free from the dull restraint of the past, and relaxing wantonly.

Although the towel covering the eyes cuts off most of the light, it can't stop his sight from passing through it, directly in front of Naoya - the other party seems to be looking at something, and didn't notice that he woke up, looking at the expression on his face Very focused, I don't know what I'm looking at so engrossed.

If you observe carefully, you can still see that his mana is constantly flowing away, which seems to be faster than what he saw last time, and Naoya's own mana is also much lower than last time.

Although I still look like a normal person, I don't know what he is thinking.

Gojo Satoru just rested quietly on Naoya's lap, using the cover of the towel to observe the other party unscrupulously, but he kept thinking about something. Speaking of it, he thought that the flow of mantra would be like water The steam volatilizes, floats upwards with heat, and finally melts into the air without a trace.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the opposite. The flow of the mantra completely followed the body and moved downward, just like water flowing down, seeping into the soil and disappearing.

However, since he has only seen Naoya with the symptoms of mana dissipating so far, it is not easy to make a judgment on this.

"Wake up and get up, my legs are almost numb." Suddenly, Naoya said unhurriedly, without taking his eyes off the book in his hand, "I prepared the same lemonade for you as before, but with some It's cold, do you need to warm it up?"

"When did you find out I was awake?" Gojo Satoru took off the towel covering him and asked curiously, but he didn't have the slightest intention to get up.

"Guess," Naoya replied casually. Although the content of the book has been disturbed to the point of being hard to read, he still refused to look away, and shook his already numb thighs, trying to throw Gojo Satoru off , "Okay, get up, haven't you slept enough?"

"You are too perfunctory," Gojo Satoru muttered, the god who should have been extremely indifferent in front of outsiders, now seems to be a different person, with his hairy head firmly stuck to Naoya's thigh, no matter how the other party shakes , Never get up, "Let me lie down for a while longer? I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time. Those old men at home talk to me all day long, it's so annoying."

Hearing this, I had a straight meal.

"I'm serious, they only know to say 'you are the strongest', 'god descended' and other nonsense things to me all day long, hum, they say nice things, but they are not allowed to do this or go there .”

Probably after holding back for a long time, and finally finding someone to confide in, Gojo Satoru, like pouring out bitter water, babbled about a bunch of his "grievances" with Naoya, crossing his legs while talking, shaking his legs from time to time. Down.

The novel couldn't be read at all, but Naoya had no choice but to put down the book, looked down at Gojo Satoru who had a calm face and no self-consciousness, and sighed, "Tell me, what exactly do you want?" The other party's legs were crossed, "Also, put your legs down, there are no rules... Be careful that you will become bow-legged in the future."

"Finally you are willing to talk to me and stop reading your book?" Gojo Wu smiled, and obediently put down his trembling legs, "Speaking of which, what book are you reading so fascinated by?"

"Mystery novels are for killing time. If you are interested, I can borrow you to read them slowly." Naoya said, emphasizing the word 'back'.

"No, it's boring, I'm more interested in you." Gojo Satoru didn't care about Naoya's hint at all, but became more and more blatantly excited, "It's the first time I've seen someone who is slowly losing mana like you." People, and it seems that you are not panicked by this result at all. It's strange, isn't your monastery always respecting the power of mantras?"

"The Zen garden is the Zen garden, and I am me." Naoya said calmly, and after finishing speaking, he wanted to push Gojo Wu, who was lying in a pool, so that he would not be pressed on his lap, but as soon as his hand approached, he was inexplicably cut off Open, leaving a thin layer of barrier, it seems that it will never be able to break through.

Naoya: "..." My good fellow, that's how you use No Lower Limit?

Seeing Gojo Satoru's more smug smile, for a moment, Naoya wanted to pour lemonade all over his face - although it might still be separated by No Lower Limit.

Where did he provoke the other party, just because of that little joke last time?Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and sighed again, "Okay, don't you just want to know what I want to do, let me tell you."

"That's right!" Finally getting a satisfactory response, Wutiao Satoru straightened up like a carp in an instant, stood up and stretched, took a sip of the lemonade on the table, and then continued, "If you don't say it earlier Well, it’s not bad for you anyway, maybe I can help you?”

After Wujo Wujo got up, he finally got the dilated blood vessels, and the tingling sensation of soreness swept across Naoya's entire thigh in an instant. Unable to move, he could only gently rub and press with his hands, trying to relieve some discomfort.

"Ah..." After noticing Naoya's expression, Gojo Satoru finally realized that he had been comfortably pillowed on his lap for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little apologetic for a while, "Are you okay? Don't want me to rub it for you?"

As he said that, he seemed to think of something again, and smiled happily, "By the way, your massage technique is really good. You massaged me so comfortably before, thank you."

Looking at Wujo Wu's bright smiling face, and feeling the tingling numbness on his legs, Naoya couldn't help feeling a little regretful, he shouldn't have softened his heart for a while, and engaged in some troublesome massage, but now that people haven't sent him away, he has suffered for nothing.

After a while, the discomfort in the muscles of his legs gradually faded away, and he straightened his legs and moved his rusty joints again, feeling much better in an instant.

After doing all this, he looked at Gojo Satoru again, who was staring at a pair of cat eyes, except for the strong penetrating power that Gojo Satoru was born with, it was also full of excitement and curiosity.

"Actually, the answer is very simple." After a while, Naoya said unhurriedly, "Because I want to run away from home."

Gojo Satoru: "!!!"

Gojo Satoru was really excited now, he didn't expect to meet a like-minded person like him who wanted to leave the family in the monastery, and the other person had already started to act!

In an instant, he consciously understood everything. Naturally, the monastery, which respects the power of mantra, will not let anyone who has the power of mantra, especially when this person is still the son of the head of the family, but if he has no mana power, in front of everyone To create the illusion of weakness and incompetence, isn't it just around the corner to get rid of the family's control.

"Damn it." However, Gojo Satoru suddenly thought that this method was completely inapplicable to him, not to mention the magic power, with his six eyes alone, the Gojo family would never let him leave the family. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little envious Naoya, "Why are you so lucky, you can also encounter such things as the disappearance of spell power."

Naoya: "..." For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the other party was really envious or mocking him.

"There's nothing to be envious of." Naoya felt a little helpless, "Do you need to see my injuries and the bitter medicine I drink every day before making a conclusion."

Thinking of the bowl of bitter soup brought by the other maid just now, Gojo Wu couldn't help wrinkling his nose, with a look of disgust on his face, "You are right, if you have to drink that bitter medicine every day, it's better to kill him directly. me."

"In this case, the problem is solved," Naoya clapped his hands, "Then, it's getting late, Miko-sama, you should go back." Although the words were pretending to be respectful, the tone was very cold, then There is no difference between the posture and the order to evict the customer directly.

Gojo Satoru was a little displeased, joking, finally came out for a trip, and it was rare to be so relaxed and comfortable. Although the original goal had indeed been achieved, he somehow felt that it was not enough and didn't want to leave.

Even if he knew it was impossible, no matter how willful he was, he still knew in his heart that if he didn't go back, the Wutiao family might turn over the whole state and look for it again. It is not so easy to figure it out.

He is quite clear about the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

But that didn't stop him from procrastinating for some fun.

He looked over and over, and his eyes scanned the entire Japanese room endlessly. To be honest, it was obviously a very ordinary room, without the elaborate decoration of carved beams and painted buildings, and no grand and luxurious calligraphy and painting antiques as decorations. , I can't see the regulations that a big family like the Zen Academy should have, and it can even be called simple.

However, such a simple and extremely simple room made him feel very comfortable inexplicably. Maybe it was the warm and cozy kotatsu, or maybe it was the soft tatami mats, or was it the casual home arrangement that made people feel extra relaxed?

Wutiao’s house is completely different, everything must conform to the rules and etiquette, it’s as cold as an iron cage, Gojo Wu thought to himself, and the next second, he noticed a pot of very ordinary-looking Fold crane orchid.

Originally, he didn't think too much about it. It was just a pot of orchids. The old man in the family kept a lot of more expensive flowers and plants. He was not interested in these at all, and was planning to skip the time. Inadvertently, his eyes noticed a subtle difference , and a little inexplicable sense of disobedience.

wrong.

Gojo Satoru immediately came back to his senses, and focused all his wandering eyes on the pot of Crane Orchid. In the seemingly dignified eyes, a hint of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes.

Naoya noticed the change in the other person's expression: "...Did you see something interesting again?" This look was so familiar to him that he was forced to look at it a lot at close range just now.

Follow Gojo Satoru to see the direction and turn around, but Naoya only sees the Orchid Crane that he raises.

The sun has been good recently, so he put it by the window, thinking about absorbing more sunlight, so as not to turn the dead leaves yellow like last time, but Zhehelan is a shade-loving plant after all, so he didn't dare to let it go. It's been too long, and I'm about to take it back.

"Are you interested in orchid grass?" Naoya asked curiously, and slowly got up and brought the orchid orchid over, poured some water on it, and loosened the soil with a small wooden rake on it.

By the way, this small wooden rake is made from the wood left over from carving a birthday gift for Shi Er last time. Although it looks a bit crude, it is still easy to use. Anyway, he is idle, so why not find some more fun to pass the time? .

However, Gojo Satoru's gaze was still focused on Zhehelan, and he ignored Naoya's question, but took advantage of the opportunity of the other party bringing the flowerpot over, and got closer.

"It's so amazing..." After a long while, Gojo Gojo's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, and then he looked at Naoya fiercely, approaching Naoya's face almost close to him, "How did you do it?" !"

Naoya didn't bother to answer, the cat's face suddenly approached, making him subconsciously feel a little out of breath, no matter how cute it is, it's useless!After pushing the other party away to a safe distance, he said, "I don't understand what you are talking about...don't get so close, stay away from me."

Gojo Satoru, who didn't care, pointed to the flower pot on the table, "Where did you get it, it's too powerful."

"...Ah?" Naoya was a little confused, "What is it? It's a very common pot of Zhehelan. If you want it, I will give it to you when it is divided. There you are."

"Normal?" Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, and he couldn't help asking a rhetorical question, especially when he found that the confusion in Naoya's eyes was not fake at all, and it became even more unbelievable, "You don't even know the flowers you grow?"

"What do you know?" Naoya was even more puzzled, but he also noticed that the surprise and doubt in Gojo Satoru's tone was not exaggerated at all, so he couldn't help but look at Zhe Helan, frowning, "You mean, there is something wrong with it?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be accurate to say it's a problem," Gojo Satoru rested his chin on the table and looked at Lancao with a little interest in his expression, "It should be said that it was a 'miracle'."

"The bluegrass you grow has some traces of mana flowing in the stems and leaves," Gojo Satoru looked at Naoya again, his bright blue eyes were refracted like physical light, as if to penetrate him Generally, "It's almost exactly the same as your spell power."

Hearing this, Zhizai's eyes widened instantly.

However, before his reaction slowed down and God said something, Wutiao Wu continued to mutter to himself, with a little doubt in his tone, "Strange, shouldn't it become a curse spirit in this case, but the curse spirit itself is a curse spirit." Force composition, do you need to reverse the spell? Or is it the characteristics of the plant itself..."

"Wait, what are you talking about, reversing the spell?!" Naoya caught the key word in an instant, and didn't care about it for a while. He quickly pressed Gojo Satoru's shoulder and looked directly at him, saying in disbelief, "You are opening What a joke!"

But I don't want Gojo Gojo to be unhappy after hearing this. He slapped Naoya's hand on his shoulder and said dissatisfiedly, "You don't believe me? My eyes can't lie."

Mantra power generally comes from negative emotions, so it is difficult to use it to treat human beings. Only by reversing the magic power can the human body be treated.

For some reason, Zhehelan possessed a part of the mantra originating from Naoya, mixed with it, and fused with it. This can barely be explained by the production principle of the mantra or the mantra, but what Wujo Wu observed with his six eyes , is not limited to this, it can also see through the spells possessed by the spell user itself.

And Liuyan told him that this pot of orchid grass is not considered expensive, let alone the rare flower orchid, but it has a reversal spell that is extremely rare in the entire magic world.

It can't be called a miracle.