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

The pointer of time gradually points to the early morning, no matter how much Naoya is reluctant to let go, he still hands Xiaohui in his arms to Zhenwang again, and prepares to leave the hospital with Gojo Satoru.

"By the way, if Xiaohui awakens the spell in the future, remember to let me know," Naoya told Zhenwang, and as for Shier...you can't count on that guy for such things, "whether he wants to do it in the future or not." A conjurer must at least learn to control his own power, and children are prone to accidents during the awakening of the spell, and it will be safer during the awakening process if someone with stronger spell power is guarding them."

"Yes, master, I understand," Zhenwang took Xiaohui carefully, but kept his eyes on Naoya's face, slightly bent the corners of his lips, and said softly, "It's very late, please go back Be careful on the road."

"Well, don't worry," Naoya smiled, "After Satoru and I send the captured person to Wujo Mansion, we will teleport back directly to the Zen Garden. You should also remember to take good care of yourselves."

"Okay, you are the same, young master." Zhenwang replied with a smile, and with the comfort of the previous words circulating in her heart, she no longer felt sad about the parting, and would only look forward to the next meeting with Master Zhizai reunion.

"Nashier, I'm leaving?" Naoya looked at Shier, recalled the hug just now, felt a little embarrassed in his heart, and looked away slightly, coughed pretending to be calm, and asked, "Are you still here?" Want something to say?"

"Hurry up, troublesome brat." Shi Er impatiently waved his hand, curled his lips, and threw away the remaining feelings and awkwardness in Naozai's heart like a burst of anger. The sudden strong wind blew clean in an instant, and even though he knew that the other party was doing it on purpose, Naoya couldn't help but have a few blue veins on his forehead.

"Let's go, do you think I don't want to rush back to sleep early!" Naoya snorted angrily, grabbed Gojo Satoru's hand and walked to the window, and outside the window, caramel and milk tea had been waiting for a long time, see When Naoya finally came out from inside, he couldn't help wagging his fluffy tail.

Seeing that the two of them were about to sit on the same shikigami, especially after seeing the provocative look that the boy from the Gojo family had been caught by Naoya, he suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, and then thought of the previous , the two seemed to be sitting on the same shikigami, but at that time he was almost all focused on Riho, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that I think about it, the bastard from the Gotiao family seems to be more and more fond of touching Naoya. Shi Er narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the unspeakable unhappiness in his heart was also constantly accumulating and rolling. Forget it, at this age, the bastard from the Wutiao family, not only has not restrained himself at all, but has even become more arrogant...

Thinking of this, Shi Er clicked his tongue more and more unhappily in his heart, but didn't show much on his face. He looked at Zhizai who had gone away from the window and was sulking with him without looking back, and then glanced sideways at the clock. After all, the pointer on it still didn't call people back.

Because of the connection between Zhenwang and Gojo Satoru, Shi Er also knows that Naoya's sleeping condition is not very good, and now because of his affairs, the other party has been delayed so late, if he doesn't hurry up and go back to sleep for a meeting Son, I really can't sleep.

"Stinky boy..." Looking up at the dark night with only a few sporadic stardust, Shi Er muttered in a low voice, thinking of the faint black eyes under the other party's eyes, "It will only make me trouble."

At the same time, Naoya, who was sitting on Caramel and was running wildly all the way, was about to reach the range of Gojo House, but suddenly sneezed.

"Ah-choo—" The itchiness in the nasal cavity swarmed out with the sneeze, and Naoya, whose eyes were reddened by the sudden sneeze, quickly took out a tissue and blew his nose, muffled, with some doubts He muttered, "Strange, I don't have a cold either."

"Maybe someone is talking about you behind your back." Seeing that Naoya just sneezed, Gojo Satoru, who had no other problems, joked about it lightly, "Maybe it's those guys in the Buddhist monastery who are thinking about how to get you from the patriarch. Pull it down from the position."

"If that's the case, wouldn't I have to sneeze every day in the Chanyuan?" After hearing this, Naoya couldn't help being amused, and said in cooperation, "There are a lot of people in the Zenyuan who don't obey discipline and deliberately oppose me. "

"It's not that you have been too gentle in the past year, so that the little ninety-nine in their hearts is not afraid of death." Hearing this, Wu Tiaowu curled his lips and said a little angrily, "It's like an annoying weed, see The wind grows, and unless the root is uprooted, it cannot be cleaned up.”

"I can't help it, there are too many people like this in the Buddhist monastery," Naozai said calmly, the night wind rolled up his drooping hair, revealing his thin cheeks, the cold moonlight reflected in his emotionless eyes At the end, the refraction reveals a bit of biting coldness, "If everyone is dealt with at once, it will cause panic. I want to completely change the plan of the Zen Academy, and it will become more troublesome to do so, so right now I can only It's coming slowly."

"Tch, this feeling is really unpleasant," Gojo Satoru, who was leaning behind Naoya, gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort, and simply put his head on the back of Naoya, and said in a muffled voice, "I really want to help you blow up all those guys Turn it into scum, save people from being disturbed every day, and there is no cleanliness."

"Okay, don't lose your temper, I'm not in a hurry, why are you impatient," Naoya couldn't help laughing for a moment when he heard Gojo Satoru muttering in a low voice, "Look, we're coming soon You're home, you and Milk Tea take people down, and I'll wait for you on the rooftop here?"

"Okay, then you just wait here, I'll be back soon," Wujo Wu's temper came and went quickly, and he quickly responded with a smile, "I said, when the time comes, we can just teleport Just go back to bed."

"Okay, if you can be so precise, I'd be very happy," Naoya raised his eyebrows amusedly, "It will save you trouble."

"Okay, then it's settled!" Gojo Satoru grinned, obviously taking it as a little fun with Naoya, but then he sighed again, with a bit of disappointment on his brows, "However, In fact, I really want to take you to my house directly, you seem to have never seen what my room looks like."

"What's so interesting about this?" Naoya couldn't help but said a little helplessly to Gojo Satoru who wanted to come out once, "Okay, it's really getting late, you take people back quickly, as for the others, you will have a chance in the future talk later."

"Okay, then I'll go first," Wujo Wu shrugged and said, "I'll think about how to deal with those nagging guys at home." After finishing speaking, Wujo Wu waved his hands without looking back, and rode Served the milk tea, took the two men in black who were still in a coma, turned and left.

"...This guy, I don't know what he's thinking all day long." Looking at Wujo Wuyuan's back, he shook his head with a smile, "Speaking of which, Xiaoqing's venom is more effective than I imagined. Even more powerful, those two guys are still in a coma."

The night is getting darker and darker, even the colorful neon lights in the city gradually dimmed with the passage of time, hidden in the darkness, no longer the dazzling brilliance before, only a crescent moon still hangs high in the twilight sky , sprinkled silver brilliance, like snow, covering Naoya.

Why does it feel so quiet all of a sudden, Naoya thought in a daze, the breeze blowing along the gap between the collar made him feel a little bit cool, he shrank his shoulders, and simply lay down on the caramel On his back, he could feel the thick caramel hair, softly rubbing against his cheeks and neck, which was a little itchy, and also blocked some of the horrific cold.

It's just that the back can't be taken care of.

It was also at this time that Naoya reacted slowly. It was because Wujo Satoru stood behind him on the way, which separated the coldness of the night, so he never noticed that it was already In the winter season, even if there is no rain or snow, the temperature at night is much lower than that during the day.

Especially since they were still sitting on Shikigami's back and rushing on the road, the two of them still didn't feel it, and now that he was the only one left, they would naturally feel a lot colder.

For a moment, Naoya couldn't help feeling a little funny, why suddenly he felt that he seemed to rely on Gojo Satoru more than he imagined.

inexplicably.

However, before Zhizai could think about it, a familiar and brisk voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Naoya!" Gojo Satoru, who had been away for less than a quarter of an hour, is now following the posture of Naoya lying down, tilting his head, his blue eyes and Naoya's eyes are facing each other, seeing Naoya wake up Come over, immediately raised a smiling face and teased, "Are you so sleepy? Sleeping here in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"...If you slow down a bit, I'm really going to fall asleep," Naoya yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and there was still a little drowsy laziness in his voice, " Is it over?"

"Of course, it's simple and easy." Gojo Satoru raised his brows, took Naoya's arm, and with a single force, easily lifted him off Caramel's back, and Jiao who knew that his task had been completed Tang, on the other hand, turned around and rubbed against Naoya's body, barked twice as if whimpering, and bid farewell to Naoya, and the next second, it jumped lightly, bent over and returned to the shadow.

"Such a big shikigami, it will get back into your shadow in a few moments. It feels like stuffing an elephant into the refrigerator." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and teased with emotion, "Speaking of it , Your milk tea is also the same, after sending me to the gate, it immediately disappeared in place, I really don't want to waste any time."

"Okay, don't say that there are so many things, let's go back as soon as possible," Naoya yawned again, perhaps because the sleepiness just fermented completely, or because Gojo Gogo's warm hands were firmly held tightly. Because of grabbing him, he almost leaned on Gojo Wu's shoulders, even his eyelids became heavier, and he murmured in a daze, "Don't you feel sleepy?"

"I think it's okay." Looking at Naoya who leaned his face on his shoulder, Gojo Satoru could only feel the familiar and inexplicable itching in his heart when he was in the hospital before, suddenly reappeared, and he couldn't help it He stretched out his finger and lightly poked Naoya's fleshless cheek. Although Naoya waved his hand away without accident, he didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he said with a smile, "I think you seem to be quite energetic."

"Okay, stop making trouble, go back quickly," Naoya muttered softly, "Didn't you say you want to try to teleport back directly to the bed, let's start."

"Okay, then you have to hold on to me," said Gojo Satoru, but took the initiative to hug Naoya tightly, and even adjusted Naoya's posture so that he could sleep more comfortably, "Ready to go, 3, 2 ,1--"

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru embraced Naoya, and fell straight backwards. Just before the two of them touched the cold concrete floor, he silently activated the spell, and together with Naoya, he disappeared into the On the roof, in the next second, both of them were lying safely in the soft quilt.

"Successful, how do you feel?" Seeing the familiar ceiling and leaning on the comfortable soft pillow, Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking excitedly, but a while passed, but there was no response.

He looked sideways with some doubts, and saw that Naoya was already leaning on him, falling into a deep sleep.