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

"Prison Gate Border?" Gojo Satoru glanced at the things in his hand, then looked at Naoya, and asked curiously, "What is the use of you looking for this thing?"

"No, I didn't look for it for use," but Naoya, who had calmed down a little, took the prison gate from Gojo Satoru's hand, glanced at him, and said with a meaningful smile, "Instead, it was to make it last Well, there will never be a way to use it."

"It can't be used, so why are you looking for it?" Gojo Satoru asked a little puzzled, although he didn't quite understand the way Naoya looked at him at the moment, but intuition is very important, otherwise Naoya would not be able to spend so much time Instructed Zhenwang to look for it, and even after being forced to return to the Buddhist monastery, he did not give up at all, "What is the use of it?"

"Your feeling is correct. It is indeed a cursed object. According to legend, it is transformed from the body of the eminent monk Genshin after his death. And it has almost one and only one specific function," said Naoya after a pause. Turning to look at Gojo Satoru's blue eyes, which were revealed because the sunglasses slipped to the nose, he said slowly, "That means it can seal anything."

The sunglasses are naturally made by Naoya with shadows and given to Gojo Satoru. Unlike the first experiment, the current sunglasses are Naoya’s sunglasses during the recuperation period due to severe cramps. , completed bit by bit, so not only is the structure exquisite, but it is also much stronger than ordinary sunglasses.

Gojo Satoru was naturally very satisfied with this. Since Naoya gave it to him, he didn't know whether it was really for the eyes or to be handsome, so he wore it almost all the time.

"Can seal anything?" Gojo Satoru's slender index finger supported the sunglasses that were about to fall off completely, recalling Naoya Naoya's strange eyes just now, raised his eyebrows and asked, "That means, including me?"

"...Of course," Naoya nodded, affirming Gojo Satoru's statement. Although he didn't know exactly how Gojo Satoru was sealed by the prison gate, the disappearance of the other party and the subsequent events around Tokyo Tragic, even now, he is still deeply impressed.

So now that he can find the prison gate, for him, the future situation is almost clear, and even his mood is much lighter. He deliberately teased, "Why, do you still want to try?"

He said this as a joke, but he didn't expect that just after he finished speaking, the eyes of Wujo Wu over there suddenly lit up, and there was a strong, eager taste in the bottom of his eyes.

Naoya: "..."

"I—" Gojo Gojo opened his mouth and raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be making trouble. He was about to say something, but Naoya interrupted him mercilessly the next second.

"Stop it," Naoya stretched out his hand to block Gojo Satoru, looking at him with black lines on his face, "Do you know what you're thinking, really treating it like a toy?"

"You didn't tell me to try..." Gojo Satoru silently looked away, and the eagerness in his heart stopped instantly when he saw Naoya who was really about to get angry, and only turned his face to mutter in a low voice road.

"That's just casual talk, I don't believe you can't hear it," Naoya said angrily, "Admit it, you did it on purpose, and you can try this kind of thing as you want? Do you think this is a hot-selling experiment in the mall?" Do you want to eat activities?"

"I know, I know," Gojo Satoru curled his lips, tilted his head, rubbed his fluffy white hair against Naoya's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "I was wrong, don't be angry, what are you going to do with it? That thing?" He said, pointing to the prison gate lying in Naoya's palm.

"...I plan to put it in my shadow first, and use the characteristics of the shadow to hide it."

Naozai, who was the most uneasy about Gojo Satoru's appearance, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, but he still couldn't continue the anger in his stomach, let alone that the other party did not know much about the prison gate, and his strength has been far superior to others for a long time , It also made Wutiao Wu feel a little contemptuous in this regard, not to mention that he himself wanted to start making this joke.

Thinking of this, Naoya sighed, lightly pushed Gojo Gojo's head leaning on his shoulder, and said helplessly, "Okay, go down, you don't think your neck is sore, I still think you put my shoulder I'm in a panic."

"Your shadow? Well, that's quite appropriate. After hiding it, no one will know where it is except you."

Gojo Satoru, who was forced to leave Naoya's shoulders, moved his stiff neck a little bit, and immediately raised his eyebrows to retort after hearing Naoya's last sentence, "What do you mean I hugged you? It's because you are too thin. It's all hard bones, and it hurts my head, okay?"

"It's okay if you don't say it, I will get angry if I say this!"

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru patted his thigh as if venting, and looked at Naoya's small face with sharp edges and corners, which was no longer as tender as a baby's fat in the past, and how much he added to his face. The slightly thicker clothes still couldn't hide the too thin waist, and the frowning brows showed a rare sense of frustration, "Obviously I have been staring at you to eat well, and I usually bring a lot of sincere wishes for you to cook. snacks, but you haven’t grown any meat.”

"Isn't it completely useless?" Mentioning this, Naoya subconsciously felt a little guilty. For his weight, Gojo Satoru and Makoto made suggestions, but after a long time of tossing, it was still somewhat unsatisfactory. "At least I grow taller." It's almost over 1.3 meters now."

When mentioning the height, Naoya's face was a little more happy. After all, the height that had not moved for a long time finally had a breakthrough, which really made him heave a sigh of relief.

"Oh," but Gojo Satoru was unmoved by this. Compared with his height, he obviously cared more about how to replenish Naoya's flesh, "I thought you knew that my height has already exceeded 1.6 meters .”

"...For someone like you who grew too fast when you were young, you will definitely not grow any longer in the future," Naoya, who was severely hit by the opponent's height, curled his lips and said in a choked voice, "According to my current length High speed, I will definitely surpass you in the future."

Of course, he knew in his heart that this was just a quick talk for a while.

When he was the tallest, he was only about 1.7 meters 1.8. With the insoles added, he could barely be regarded as 1.9 meters when rounded, but Gojo Satoru actually had a height of more than [-] meters, which was nearly [-] centimeters taller than him.

Not to mention that his height has been stagnant for so long in this life, and it is temporarily unknown whether he can grow to the same height as before. What he said just now was just because he was aroused to compare... Who made him really care about his height!

But this can't be completely blamed on himself, Naoya thought silently, after all, almost two years, at the age when he should grow taller, there was no movement at all, and he still drank less milk on weekdays - Naoya felt that this It is impossible for anyone to be indifferent to this kind of thing.

"Really?" But obviously, at the age of less than 11 years old, he was already over 1.6 meters tall, which made Gojo Satoru very confident in himself. He grabbed Naoya's neck, and with the other hand, he ruthlessly held Naoya The soft hair was rubbed to a pulp, and he said with a smile, "I heard that if someone touches the head, you will not grow taller. Now let me see how you can surpass me."

As early as in the past, when Gojo Satoru accidentally bumped into that bastard Shier who was able to rub Naoya's soft hair at will, he planted a small seed in his heart—sooner or later, he would also take Naoya It's better to rub Naoya's head so that that guy, Shier, can no longer touch Naoya's head so casually.

Today, he finally found an opportunity, Gojo Satoru thought of it, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction, which continued to flow out, infiltrating his heart, and with the beating again and again, It is transmitted to the limbs and bones.

"Let me go!" Naoya, who was struggling a little at first, increased his strength instantly after hearing Gojo Satoru's words.

However, although he had laid a solid foundation due to Shire's previous training, so that his strength was almost as strong as Gojo Satoru, he lost a lot in terms of stature, and Gojo Satoru hooked his neck to the hand. It slid down and came to his waist, but in an instant, it dexterously scratched the itchy flesh on the side of his waist and the creaking nest, making him lose the strength to struggle in an instant.

"Puhaha, you, hahaha...don't scratch, ha, Wu!" Naoya laughed almost out of breath, and the expression on his face was between anger and laughter, I struggled endlessly, and even laughed out my tears, "Ha, you... hahaha, stop!"

"I don't think you're very happy," Gojo Satoru couldn't listen, he is now clamping the person tightly with one hand, scratching it non-stop, and covering Naoya's head with the other hand, feeling his soft and smooth hair Si, deliberately teased, "It's okay, you don't have to be polite, just laugh."

"you--!"

Gojo Wujo laughed, seeing that the game was almost over, Naoya would really be angry if he continued, and when he was about to let go, a sudden force grabbed his back by the collar and pulled him into a Naoya, who got off the ground and regained his freedom, also sat down on the tatami mat with weak legs because of laughing for too long, and took a few breaths.

"Milk tea?" Gojo Satoru looked back in surprise, only to see that it was milk tea that had come behind him at some point, holding his collar in his mouth, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes motionless, and even Humanized with a hint of warning—although Gojo Satoru didn't care much about it.

He was just curious, milk tea has a huge body like caramel, but it doesn't move at all when walking, and it seems that its temper is much calmer than Naoya's previous caramel.

Seems a little smarter?Looking at Milk Tea's somewhat cold eyes, Gojo Satoru thought not very sure.

"It's kind of interesting." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin twice, and muttered in his mouth, the personalities of the two jade dogs are obviously completely different, and I don't know what is the difference between them when Naoya carved them, which caused the current difference.

"Just stay up there and stay honest with me."

Naoya finally regained his strength, looked at Gojo Satoru who was held high by the milk tea, snorted coldly, and then called out caramel from the shadow, but considering that his room was not big and there was already milk tea in his , so it didn't let it come out completely, but just exposed its head, handed it the prison gate in its hand, let it hold it gently with its mouth, and said, "Hide this deep in the shadow, don't let it Anyone but me gets it."

Caramel nodded slightly, barked lightly, and then got back into the shadow again.

After a while, Naoya looked up at Gojo Satoru, who was still hanging by the milk tea, raised his chin, and asked, "Can you still feel the prison gate now?"

"I can't feel it anymore." Gojo Satoru shrugged, "Actually, once it entered your shadow, I couldn't feel its existence at all."

"That's good..." At this point, Naoya finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Gojo Satoru who was being picked up by Gao Gao with a pitiful look, raised his brows, and asked rather gloatingly, "How is it?" , do you know it’s wrong, will you still scratch my itchy flesh next time?”

"Wrong, wrong, let the milk tea let me down, Zhizai." Gojo Wu begged for mercy. In fact, if he wanted to, he could break free and leave at any time. The current situation is just for fun, and also to amuse Zhizai.

"You let me let it go? It's a good idea," Naoya naturally knew it, walked to the side of Milk Tea, stroked its somewhat hard hair, and praised with a smile, "Milk Tea, good job."

As for Milk Tea, although the expression on his face remained unchanged, the tail behind him shook unconsciously.

"Naoya..."

"Hang on for a while and I'll let you down."

"..."

And that night, the Zhipi people had just finished their dinner in the room, and when the attendants were serving tea, they reported in a low voice, "My lord, Master Naozai sent someone to say that tomorrow... I want to meet you Let's have a chat alone, I hope you can make time."

"He really said that?" Zhipiren's expression remained unchanged, he took a sip of tea from his teacup, although his tone was questionable, but he didn't look surprised by it.

"Yes." The servant replied respectfully.

"Oh, it's rare, he will take the initiative to find me," Zhibi smiled ambiguously, and said calmly after a while, "Tell him, I understand."

"Speaking of which, his birthday is coming soon."