don't bother me soar

Chapter 108 The Heavenly King Arrives

"Um……"

After listening to Rimbaud's rough summary of the cause and effect, Gojo Satoru pondered with a strange expression.

"I thought those people in the previous director meeting were outrageous enough, but I didn't expect the French to be even more outrageous than them!"

"Spies, a profession that requires the most loyalty, don't they have psychological assessment and counseling? Especially Verlaine, a special person who needs to be paid attention to and is more harmful. Even if you give it to you to teach, there should be someone who is responsible for watching His?"

"Uh..." Rimbaud was speechless.

What did he think back then?

He didn't notice anything wrong with Verlaine at all, was it because he was too busy with tasks?No, in the final analysis, he was too confident, thinking that he could do a good job of guiding Verlaine...

Gojo Satoru got the answer from Rimbaud's silence, his handsome and delicate face showed undisguised sarcasm, and he sneered and said, "It seems that this group of people are the same regardless of their region or race."

"Besides, the knife under my hand didn't find out that something went wrong, and I dared to continue using it. This is the most stupid."

The knife in Wujo Wu's mouth pointed at Verlaine, of course.

After losing Rimbaud as his partner, Verlaine's behavior became more and more uncontrollable. Four years ago, even Gojo Satoru, who had begun to devote himself to research, had heard about his assassination of the Queen of England.

However, the French authorities still did not choose to control Verlaine. Although there may be factors beyond their control, there is no doubt that they are still using Verlaine as a big killer.

"Uh..." Rimbaud once again had nothing to say.

What Gojo Satoru said is the truth, and what his family has done really makes people...

At this time, Verlaine finally recovered from the extreme cold hell, his empty and dull blue eyes regained light, and he also began to use his abilities to try to struggle.

It was not obvious that he used his ability in the night, and the black gravity quietly entered the ground, digging out all the parts pierced by the ice pick, but just when he was about to finish the job, a crisp cracking sound rang in his ears— —

"Crack!"

Verlaine was locked in a blue translucent hood. He stood up with ice picks that could not be removed from his limbs, and black holes appeared around him. The black hole that should have devoured everything could not even eat the ice picks. Not to mention the high-level sleepy formation after Wujo Wu's improvement.

I don't know if it was the reflection of the formation, Verlaine's face turned blue in the formation, he opened his mouth and tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Rimbaud looked at Gojo Satoru, he made a throwing gesture just now, and then the blue translucent cover appeared to trap Verlaine.

Wujo Satoru looked very casual: "This is a very serious stage of negotiation between the two sides, and there is no need for idiots to speak."

Verlaine could clearly hear, but he couldn't do anything.

"Okay, I'll give you time to listen to your explanation of the cause and effect. Although I also sympathize with what happened to you, if you don't pay enough, let me see your sincerity before returning from the light..."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows. The superior height approaching the two-meter mark was already very oppressive. When he restrained his usual playfulness, even if he didn't deliberately scare people, the expressionless handsome face was not close. Humanity, above all.

"I don't mind handing him over to Guangli, anyway, I didn't lose face in front of him less, and this time is not bad."

Hikari is not present at the moment, just now Gojo Satoru said that he found an interesting book in Yokohama, please go and taste it first, and he will take care of the matter here.

Now that Gojo Satoru has spoken, Mitsuri will not deny him face in front of outsiders.And he was the one who notified Guangli of the news of Xue Ji's accident, otherwise Guangli might not know until the amulet on Xue Ji's body was broken.

Seeing that Verlaine did not cause any substantial harm to Xue Ji and Zhong, Guangli did not insist on doing it himself, and left after handing it over to Gojo Satoru.

Rimbaud couldn't forget that Guangli's sentence just now sounded flirtatious, but in fact it was full of bloody killings behind the scenes. He knew that Verlaine would definitely die if he handed it over to Guangli.

So I don't know that Guangli actually handed over Verlaine's handling rights to Gojo Satoru, and Rimbaud, who decides whether to kill or let Gojo Satoru himself, jumped into Gojo Satoru's trap on his own initiative.

Even after voluntarily signing the contract of selling himself, he is still very grateful to Wujo Satoru, who is cruel and merciless. Let us congratulate Wujo Satoru for winning two transcendent-level tools!

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When Gojo Satoru found Guangli, Guangli was standing in front of the bookshelf, carefully looking at a book in his hand.

Hikari watched seriously, and Gojo Satoru didn't bother him after he put down the things in his hands.

This is an old bookstore. The owner has disappeared. The door of the store is wide open, and half of the door has left the door frame, and it is leaning outside the door.

The inside of the bookstore was even more of a mess. Newspapers and fragmented book pages with many footprints were scattered on the ground. There were bullet marks and knife marks on the walls, ceiling, and bookshelves.

The dilapidated counters were also overturned, the locked drawers were violently smashed open, and all valuables were taken away...

What happened to this store is just a microcosm of this otherwise passable commercial street.

When Guangli found this place, he used spells to clean up the chaos in the store. Now this old bookstore is clean even the electric lights on the ceiling.

Under the warm and simple lighting, the black-haired young man standing in front of the bookshelf holding a book and reading carefully is so beautiful, which naturally makes people feel the tranquility of the years.

This is the case for Gojo Satoru, he even felt that he could keep looking at the light like this, and it doesn't matter if he sees that the world is old.

It's just that he was obsessed and fascinated by watching, Gojo Satoru couldn't help moving down from the flawless side face in the light.

His eyes slowly slid over his neck, shoulders, and finally stopped at Guangli's waist.

Gojo Satoru and Hikari were wearing identical black trench coats, and this trench coat had a belt.

Unlike Gojo Satoru who didn't button up at all and left it open, Rigorous Hikari not only fastened all the buttons, but also fastened his belt.

So even though the belt was not tied tightly, it still outlined Guangli's slender waist line. Gojo Satoru made a gesture in his mind, and his nosebleeds almost flowed out.

Young people are full of vigor and can't stand stimulation.

Gojo Satoru, who is very rich in theoretical knowledge, covered his nose with his hand, and still refused to move his eyes away, still staring at Hikari's waist—he didn't dare to look down, or he would really make a fool of himself.

Gojo Satoru is purely a genetic mutation. He is tall and strong, and he looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes. He is full of muscles.

Due to innate factors, Mitsuri's overall body is thin, and he hasn't exercised deliberately, and coupled with the height difference, Gojo Satoru can completely cover him in front of him.

For this reason, in some indescribable fantasies of Wujo Wu, there will always be pictures of him holding Guangli against the wall and hugging him in his arms. legs on him...

Gojo Satoru's gaze became hotter and hotter, until he could no longer ignore the light he could feel, and raised his head from the book to look at him.

Gojo Satoru, whose blue eyes were about to turn into green eyes, changed his face in a second when he saw it in the light, and cleared his throat in a serious manner, but his mouth was still hoarse: "As expected of the light, cough, I was worried that you might not be able to find it. Here, I brought you a compass."

Guangli inexplicably felt that his ears were a little hot, he naturally moved his eyes away from Gojo Satoru, and the white-haired boy lying next to him came into his sight.

The boy was wearing pale washed pajamas that had been patched a few times, curled up and slept unsteadily, with tears on his face.

Gojo Satoru, who just stole someone from the confinement room of the orphanage, introduced: "He is the guidepost for finding books, Baihu Nakajima Atsushi. That's what the intelligence dealer said, if you want to find a book with the power to change the world, You have to find him first."

"But it seems that I was unnecessary. You have found the book, Guangli."

Gojo Gojo spread his hands, and sighed helplessly.

Guangli withdrew his gaze from observing Atsushi Nakajima: "There is indeed some connection, please worry about it."

Gojo Satoru had already moved to Guangli's side calmly, and he said, "Your words are too outlandish, right? Guangli, as long as I can help you, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Uh..." Hikari didn't say anything, Gojo Satoru acted like Hikari was shy, and boldly hugged Hikari's waist that he had been coveting for a long time, although Hikari dodged it without touching it, but he was not discouraged at all.

"Guangli, how is it? Is the book useful to you?" Gojo Satoru asked with concern.

Wujo Wu communicated with the cultivation world of the Flower Planting Country several times for the sake of Guangli, so he also knows the rules of the world today, that is, the restrictions imposed by the Dao of Heaven on practitioners.

The scene of Guangli fighting against the catastrophe when he broke through the Nascent Soul appeared in front of his eyes from time to time. He knew very well that Guangli would not stop here (the Nascent Soul Realm), so he really wanted to help Guangli realize his wish.

Hearing this, Guangli shook his head, Shuli Jueshi's face was as calm as ever, without any disappointment, but Gojo Wu could tell that Guangli was somewhat disappointed.

"Its essence is that it can connect many parallel worlds. After writing a suitable story on its pages, it will find similar parallel worlds to connect with, so as to realize its wish."

After describing the power of the book, Mikari handed the blank book with an ordinary dictionary on the cover to Gojo Satoru: "But it's useless to me."

Gojo Satoru took the book, but didn't read it immediately.

Just listening to Guangli's explanation, he knows that this book is particularly troublesome for him who has six eyes. What if his brain is overwhelmed by information from parallel worlds at a glance?

Today's Gojo Satoru is not the stunned young man who dared to look directly at Bishamonten at the age of seven!

"It's really useless if you just connect to the parallel world! Especially the parallel world that doesn't have light at all!" Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth when he thought of this.

Guangli looked up at him, saw that his jaw was tense, and he looked angry, so he said: "It should be useful to you, five things."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

"I've dealt with it, you can use it to see you in the parallel world, and maybe you can see it in the future."

It would be great if Wujo Satoru could see what kind of lover he found in other worlds, so that he would no longer be attached to him.

Guangli thought from the bottom of his heart.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't know what Guangli was looking forward to, immediately nodded obediently after hearing what Guangli said: "Okay, I'll go and see it now!"

"Wait, you send that child back first."

"As ordered!"