don't bother me soar

Chapter 120

When I entered the ward in the nitrate, the bad associations I had from listening to the movement from the mobile phone had disappeared.

After more than ten years of working together, I have been able to understand Wujo Wu enough. Although Wujo Wu's character is a bit rotten, it is not enough for his students to do anything morally corrupt.

And she also guessed the whole story.

The sequelae left by Guangli's operation are a bit serious, and the cracked wound on his body has healed, leaving many golden scar-like marks.

According to Guangli, the traces when he tried to use the final technique before were not so obvious, and the traces disappeared after he recovered.

But now there may be a change. The scar with special texture not only becomes obvious, but also lasts for a long time, and even hurts. As a result, I can't leave the infirmary after two days of light treatment.

Jia Ruozi guessed that Gojo Satoru was probably helping Guangli solve the sequelae of the spell, and Liuyan should not be too good at spells.

It's just that when she opened the door of the ward at home, the scene she saw still gave her the urge to call the police immediately.

In the ward, a tall white-haired man was pressing the slender black-haired boy under his body. The black-haired boy was crying intermittently in pain, and his snow-white and thin body was struggling like a fish out of water. The man pressed all resistance firmly with one hand.

The man's other hand slowly slid on the boy's trembling back, and the black curse pattern drawn by the spell that appeared out of thin air fell on the boy's back, offsetting the golden scar on the boy's back two by two...

The reaction when the curse patterns and scars cancel each other out is great, and these golden scars are actually the release of Guangli's spells.

Gojo Satoru forced the scar back into Guangli's body, and it was uncomfortable to make it up again after the operation was missing. He pressed down on Guangli so that the process would not be interrupted when Guangli was struggling, otherwise it would be more painful to continue.

If we stop here and only look at Gojo Satoru's actions, it won't make the family have the urge to call the police. After all, Gojo Satoru is indeed doing something serious, and it's something that is beneficial to Guangli.

But when the eyes moved to Gojo Satoru's face, it was completely different.

This guy's handsome face that hasn't aged in ten years is wearing a strange smile, which makes the viewer feel a little numb for no reason, and his eyes are focused and eager, not at all like a teacher looking at his students.

Jia Ruozi restrained his impulse, raised his hand and knocked on the door of the ward, reminding the person who obviously noticed her coming and ignored her.

At this time, Gojo Wujo had come to the end of removing the scars for Hikari. He cast the last curse pattern, watched Hikari completely lay down and no longer struggled. He took a dry towel and wiped the sweat off Hikari's back.

"Is it over?" Yarui Nitzi walked into the ward, staring at Gojo Satoru who wiped his sweat delicately, as if he was doing something important.

"Well, it's over, the one on the leg was also finished just now." Gojo Satoru meticulously wiped away the sweat for Guangli, not letting go of every inch of skin, feeling terrible, and didn't even look up when answering the question about the nitty grit.

"Then just leave it to me, the revived student Knotweed is still waiting for you."

Gojo Satoru paused, then raised his head, looked at Jiarui Niuzi and laughed: "Yeah, I almost forgot about Hisuhito. I'll leave his death report to you, Niuzi."

"Can you hide it from above? It's okay." Jiarui Niuzi agreed very quickly, and the urging intention on his face was also obvious.

After Gojo Satoru heard this, he leaned down and lowered his head, and whispered in Guangli's ear, "Guangli will also help keep Hisurin's matter a secret!"

Guangli replied weakly, and forced himself to speak: "I won't tell anyone, Teacher Wutiao."

"Yeah, Hikari is a good boy." Gojo Satoru gently rubbed Hikari's head before getting up to leave.

Jia Ruozi stared at his leaving back, then turned his head to look at the light that he had not forgotten to pick up the quilt to cover before leaving, suddenly, a bad premonition came to his head again.

should not be...

The five moral bottom lines

Low would not have shot his students.

Jia Ruozi believed in this conclusion before, but now she is not sure.

Conjurers are lunatics, and the source of their energy is their negative emotions, which cannot be viewed with common sense at all. The stronger the conjurer, the more insane he is.

Gojo Satoru, the most powerful conjurer in modern times, is no exception.

So at that time, is the Gojo Satoru of morality useful?

"Xingjian—" Wanting to remind Jia Ruozi in Guangli, Ruzi paused for a moment, then thought that maybe she had misunderstood, Gojo Wu has always had no sense of distance, and if she said too much, it might be self-defeating, so the words stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Jiaru?" Through the lens wet with sweat, he looked up at Jiarui Nitro who was standing beside the bed.

"Is there any discomfort in your body now?"

"No, I'll just wait a little longer." Guangli replied.

"Then after you recover, come and have a checkup." Jia Ruozi urged.

"Yeah." Guangli nodded in response.

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After what happened in the infirmary that day, before Mitsuri returned to normal and went to class with his classmates, Gojo Satoru approached Mitsuri in the middle of the night in the name of lifting the curse on his body, and emphasized again that Mitsuri should not tell others that Yuzu Yuhito was still alive. Let the knotweed Yuren reappear on the day of the exchange meeting and become a blockbuster.

At that time, Wujo Wu was awakened from his sleep again, and he was so sleepy that he had to cheer up to deal with Wujo's light: "..."

"I promised the teacher that the matter of the knotweed stick will be kept secret, and you don't need me to explain your plan." Guangli was very helpless.

"Teacher, don't you want to put your Yuren's situation at ease? He is safe now." Gojo Satoru held Hikari's hand with a serious face, and no one could tell that he was secretly happy, because Hikari was in a daze Forgot to put on the damn glasses.

No, it's just that if he doesn't wear glasses all the time, that's great!

"I believe, teacher, you will protect the knotweed stick..." As he said that, he couldn't help yawning, and when he habitually wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, he realized Wujo Wu was holding his hand.

Gojo Wujo let go without changing his face, and said in a serious manner: "Yeah, Hikari trusts the teacher so much, the teacher is so touched!"

Seeing that Guangli had gone to touch the glasses on the bedside table, Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on the edge of Guangli's bed, got up immediately: "It's very late at night, the teacher won't disturb your rest, good night, Guangli."

The moon in the window was very round tonight, and the moonlight shone in through the curtains, illuminating half of Gojo Satoru's body who was standing next to the bed, while the other half was still immersed in the darkness of the room.

Gojo Satoru's figure was half-bright and half-dark, and his vision under the blindfold was still fixed on the light on the bed, which surprised him for no reason.

Guangli didn't understand why Wutiao Wu still didn't leave, and Guangli, who was being stared at more and more furiously by him, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "Good night, teacher too."

Gojo Satoru moved his arm, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the moonlight, his voice suddenly became sweet and greasy: "The teacher is gone."

"Yeah." Hikari nodded, finally seeing Gojo Satoru open the window as he wished, and disappear into the vast night.

Hikari breathed a sigh of relief, tiredness surged up like a tide, he lay down again, and before falling asleep, he only thought about it, fortunately Gojo Satoru didn't take the key to open the door again this time.

But how Gojo Satoru came in through the locked window, I only thought about it after Kori Ertian was fully awake, and there was no one to ask.

The time passed quickly, and the sudden appearance of Yuzu Yuren at the exchange meeting really scared a group of people, but what made everyone more concerned was the team battle of the next day, the joint raid of the super curse spirit and the curse master was really unexpected.

Although the students who participated in the competition and faced the super-level curse spirit survived fortunately, the several double-faced nuo fingers and the nine-phase map of the super-level curse fetus that were stolen from the taboo library of Gaozhuan also made people feel uneasy. .

It was night, and it was rare to be able to sleep in the light, tossing and turning on the bed, thinking about the special magic spirit during the day.

Before Dongtang Aoi and Polygonum cuspidatum rushed over, Guangli used Yaoguang's army-breaking technique again, but it didn't let the created stars explode, but it was more handy than the previous one, and the super-level spell spirit caused damage.

This should have been a good thing, but...

Why did he have the strange thought that he could directly kill this super curse spirit with lightning?

The seven spells contained in the seven-star mantra in Mingmingguang have no power related to thunder.

Looking at the pitch-black ceiling, Hikari raised his right arm, opened his palm and observed slowly.

He really couldn't see anything special about this right hand that was about to move when he faced the super-level spell spirit during the day.

Does he have a quantity that he does not know?

impossible.

As soon as Guangli thought this way, the closed window was suddenly opened. Guangli, who had been attacked by a curse spirit during the day, was taken aback. With a subconscious flick of his right hand, a purple lightning appeared out of nowhere and hit the window!

When Guangli realized that besides the curse spirit who would break into his dormitory in the middle of the night, there was also Gojo Wu, who was standing with a resentful expression on his face, with a blown broom head on his head and black smoke rising from his white hair. in front of him.

"The teacher knows that Guangli is sleeping soundly and being woken up is very uncomfortable, but installing such a mechanism on the window, Mr. Fu..."

"Isn't that a little too much, Guangli?"

Gojo Satoru, who took off the blindfold to reveal his beautiful blue eyes, looked at Hikari pitifully, but coupled with his terrible hairstyle that was emitting black smoke, the whole person looked embarrassed and funny.

"Teacher, I didn't install an electric shock device." Guangli said quickly, and couldn't help but smile, let you disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night, see, you often meet ghosts when you walk at night.

Gojo Satoru sat down on the edge of the bed in Hikari. Tonight's special circumstances prevented him from touching Hikari for a moment. Instead, he raised his hands and pulled the messy hair in an attempt to straighten his hairstyle. He looked very much like a man who clumsily licked his hair and made it messy. big cat.

Guangli turned on the light, picked up the phone from the bedside table and called up the foreground camera, handed Wutiao Wuzhao a mirror, then got out of bed and put on slippers: "Teacher, I'll get you a comb."

Wujo Wu snorted, took the mobile phone and stared at Hikari and went into the toilet. After Guangli took out the comb, seeing Wujo Wu sitting in his place obediently, staring at him eagerly, Ri thought Wujo Wu was cute.