The daily life after marriage with the leader of Mori

The surrounding trees seemed to be covered with a layer of yellowing and fading filter, everything looked very old, but the people in memory were extremely vivid and bright.

Su Nuo stood on the top of the mountain, in front of him was a piece of cloud and mist, and above the cloud and mist was a radiant glow slowly spreading.

The wind blew up the corner of his kimono, and there was a circle of black lines on the exposed wrist. The lines of the arm were smooth, and the hidden strength could be seen faintly.

Wujo Jijiu watched Limei's life and cooking with his face in his hands. He was not in a hurry, and his movements were elegant and noble.

"It's fish again, can Limei eat something else?"

Li Mei said coldly: "You don't have to eat it."

Gojo Jijiu lowered his face, and couldn't help but look at Su Nuo who was "independent" standing on the top of the mountain. He flinched and felt goosebumps popping out.

What are you doing handsome?

Wutiaoqing also felt the same way, she complained, "Sure enough, it's Su Nuo's memory."

I put a filter on myself.

The Wutiao Jijiu in Su Nuo's memory is indeed exactly the same as her in appearance, and even has subtle similarities in personality, but Wutiao Qing looks at the Wutiao Jijiu who looks the same, and can clearly recognize that Wutiao Jijiu is completely different from her. Two different people.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the picture dispersed like a cloud, and after a while, it gathered together, and a new picture appeared.

The evening wind blew, and the candles in the stone lanterns flickered.

Gojo Jijiu swayed slowly into the courtyard with a jug of wine, she raised her head and took a sip, the spilled wine slipped down her lips.

She held up the wine and said to the roof: "Drink?"

Her response was a cold snort.

Gojo Jijiu slowly climbed up to the roof. Su Nuo sat on the roof with his left leg bent and his wrist loosely resting on it.

Gojo Jijiu approached, and the smell of wine mixed with a faint aroma hit him strongly.

Su Nuo frowned, but the next moment he relaxed.

He hooked five Ji Jiu's jaws, forcing her to look up.

Wujo Jijiu looked at him fearlessly, and said frivolously, "Su Nuo, you look quite good-looking."

Su Nuo pinched her face, his sharp nails pierced the skin, and blood oozed out.

He leaned over and licked the blood on her face with the tip of his tongue.

Gojo Jijiu's neckline was loosely spread out, and a large piece of collarbone could be seen shining brightly under the night light.

"Huh? Gojo Jijiu, you are quite courageous."

Gojo Jijiu raised his hand to remove the hair band, his black hair fell down, his fair skin and black hair, black and white were distinct, with breathtaking beauty.

She approached Su Nuo, because of drinking, the end of her eyes was slightly red, and her breath smelled of wine.

"Lord Su Nuo, are you not afraid?"

"Provoke me?"

Su Nuo's hand pinching Wutiao Ji Jiu's face moved down and held her slender neck.

Gojo Jijiu caught his skirt with his fingers, pulled it out, and scratched his skin with his fingertips.

"Yes, I provoked Mr. Su Nuo, is there any punishment?"

Mori Ogai coughed, a woman who looked like his wife was flirting intimately with another man, it was really hard for him not to hallucinate.

He felt malice, and he didn't need to think about who the malice came from.

Such a private memory was obviously deliberately let them see by Su Nuo.

Gojo Love watched it with relish, and commented: "Gojo Jijiu is like a client who goes to Kabukicho, and finds a good job to go whoring, and he doesn't have to pay."

"Cough, cough,,"

Mori Ogai was choked, he coughed slightly, and said helplessly, "Love..."

"be honest."

The picture stopped abruptly, presumably because Su Nuo, whose connotation of Wutiaoqing is "duck", changed a memory.

Li Mei came in a hurry and gasped, "Master Su Nuo, those conjurers are here again."

Su Nuo, who was sitting on a high seat, said casually: "I haven't smelled blood for a long time, and it's just in time."

The anxiety in Limei's eyes calmed down a lot: "Lord Su Nuo, besides the magician, there are also onmyojis."

"It's about the same."

Su Nuo stood up: "After a while, they will all be dead."

The barrier shook unsteadily, and Su Nuo glanced around, and suddenly asked, "Wutiao Jijiu?"

Limei: "I don't know, she hasn't returned since she went out."

As soon as the voice fell, footsteps sounded.

"Are those conjurers crazy? Suddenly getting angry and making such a big noise?"

Gojo Jijiu tidied his hair in frustration, with grass clippings still on it: "In order not to confront them directly, I can only climb over the wall and come in."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "There are also onmyojis. I saw them using blood as a guide, so I don't know what formation to draw."

Su Nuo didn't take it seriously: "Go and see what tricks they can play."

Wujo Jijiu and Limei followed Su Nuo naturally.

The splendid spell broke the barrier, and the house was razed to the ground by the backlog of power.

Su Nuo tore the clothes on his upper body, black lines were all over his tight body, and the second pair of arms growing on the left and right waist caught a conjurer, tearing at will, tearing the man in half.

Warm blood gushed out, beating Su Nuo's naked body to death.

Limei cast a spell, the ice and snow spread, and the icicles on the ground pierced sharply, piercing many people who had died.

The pure white is stained with gorgeous blood.

Corpses lay all over the ground, blood stained the ground, flowing down like a stream.

The Onmyoji was at the back, singing softly, and golden light seeped from the ground.

Limei's spell power was consumed too much, and the other party went forward like desperately, which was completely different from the previous small fights.

They really intend to completely seal Su Nuo today.

Su Nuo showed his second face, which covered another half of his face like an armor.

There was dried blood on his face, as well as fresh blood.

The tip of his tongue rolled, and the blood that fell on his lips was swallowed by him.

The more he killed, the more excited he became, and there were broken arms and limbs around him.

He held the arm that had just been torn off, bit off a piece of meat with his teeth, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Go on! Go on!!"

The laughter in the oppression scattered the Onmyoji's singing, and the blood-guided formation glowed faintly.

Wujo Jijiu rolled his eyes: "Eat what you say, who knows if that person has any disease."

Su Nuo seemed to have heard her words, dropped his arm, and danced quickly with his blood-stained fingers.

The heavy black suddenly pressed down, and the towering Demon Temple rose from the ground.

Su Nuo snapped his fingers, and he slashed all over the sky, regardless of the attack of the enemy or himself.

Wutiao Jijiu pulls Limei back, and walks away to Su Nuo's side.

Su Nuo glanced at her sideways, and let out a "hum" from his nose abruptly and contemptuously.

The sharp slash came, leaving only the sound of wind and screams.

The slash passed through Wujoqing and Mori Ogai, the purgatory-like scene did not move the two of them much.

Five loves: "The domain of Su Nuo."

Many magicians died in the field.

Su Nuo is strong, otherwise he wouldn't be called the king of curses.

This battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

The sun rises and sets, rises and sets again, and repeats itself.

As outsiders, Wujoqing and Mori Ogai could see it more clearly.

Mori Ogai: "The conjurers in front are stalling for time. They are waiting for the onmyoji behind to draw the formation."

Five sentiments: "This formation alone seems to be unable to suppress Su Nuo, what is missing."

As long as Su Nuo has been fighting, Wutiao Jijiu has been fighting for as long.

The snake-shaped dagger in her hand had absorbed a lot of blood, and the light green blade was now faintly glowing red.

"The formation is finished." Mori Ogai said.

"What are they waiting for?"

Wutiaoqing's doubts fell with her voice, and there was an answer.

Su Nuo's eyes turned red, and his blood boiled with excitement.

五

Tiao Jijiu quietly approached him.

Maybe it was because of trust, or maybe it was because he didn't care about the existence that was as weak as an ant in his eyes, Su Nuo didn't care about Wujo Jijiu who was approaching at this time.

When the sharp knife tip pierced his chest suddenly, the pain hit.

He lowered his head and saw the blood-stained tip of the knife, which was his own blood.

"Lord Su Nuo!"

Limei's attack became more and more ruthless, trying to get close to Su Nuo but was stopped.

Gojo Jihisa casually pulled out his dagger and threw it into the center of the formation.

"I'm sorry, Master Su Nuo."

The singing sound is like a net, densely gathered.

"Five...Ji Jiu!"

Wutiao Jijiu was still smiling, his body was stained with blood, his face was smiling like a flower, and he looked more like a ghost than Su Nuo.

"How could I be inferior to others, Mr. Su Nuo?"

Her tail tune was deliberately evoked, like intimacy, but also mockery.

"Goodbye, Master Su Nuo."

Strong hatred struck, the picture was frozen for a moment, and finally shattered like shards of glass.

Gojo Satoru shook his hand in front of them: "Hi, are you awake?"

Mori Ogai had a complex expression, and looked at Knotabagi Yuhito with strange eyes.

Gojo Wu asked, "What did Su Nuo show you?"

Both of them ignored the same scene by coincidence, and looked at each other without saying a word.

Wutiaoqing: "We saw the whole process of how Su Nuo was betrayed. Wu Tiao Jijiu stabbed him in the back, connected Su Nuo's blood with the formation, and sealed him completely."

"Oh, how miserable."

Gojo Satoru pretended to be sympathetic, and he asked again, "That's all?"

Mori Ogai smiled and said, "Well, that's all."

There is no need to say other things about the disgusting person.

Su Nuo obviously transferred his complex emotions towards Wutiao Jijiu to Wutiaoqing. He thought of his former "adopted son", and the thing that occupied his "adopted son" body seemed to be coveting Wutiaoqing.

A strong sense of crisis swept over Mori Ogai.

He sneered.

Those who lost a thousand years ago will not even be eligible to participate in the competition after a thousand years.

Leave Wujo Wujia.

Wu Tiaoqing randomly chose a roadside oden cooking stall, held a paper bowl that was still steaming, and took a bite of a radish that was soaking up the soup, her eyes couldn't help but bend like a crescent moon in the sky.

She exhaled hot air, carrying the rich aroma of oden that has not dissipated.

"Boss Mori, how is the date between the two of you this time?"

The scattered hair was a bit messy, and Mori Ogai subconsciously pushed her curly hair behind her ears.

She took another bite of the steaming lucky bag and almost jumped up: "Hot, hot, hot!"

Mori Ogai smiled unconsciously, and replied: "It's really a thrilling double date."

Wu Tiaoqing smiled and said, "Will it continue tomorrow?"

"I think, with Dazai-kun around, it will be very difficult to continue."

Wutiaoqing gloated and said, "Shouldn't Chief Mori be able to do it smoothly when dispatching Dazai to overseas?"

Mori Ogai smiled wryly: "Recently, there are a lot of affairs. Sending Dazai-kun overseas will be all on me. I won't be so free by then."

He had a premonition that Osamu Dazai must have been holding back for being so calm today.

The future life will definitely be a mess.