The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Chapter 134

Matsushima is in Sendai. Although more than 200 large and small islands in Matsushima Bay are actually covered by this name, people often refer to the Matsushima Town area in the central part of Sendai and Miyagi Prefecture, which has beautiful scenery and a small population. It's a nice place to live.

They stopped once in the middle - Gojo Satoru only felt that his eyes went dark for a moment, and then a lot of messy and noisy spell power was stuffed into his field of vision - probably in Fukushima or somewhere, Next to it is an office building, brightly lit, and it should be full of white-collar workers who are running around for a living.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, as if he didn't feel Gojo Satoru's tightened fingers, and activated the spell again.

This time, in addition to the chaotic spell power, there was also a salty and cold sea breeze blowing towards them. The frightened seagulls flapped their wings in a panic, and a few fallen feathers curled up in the air, aiming at them flew over.

The gray-white down feather was blocked by the white-haired conjurer's arm, and he froze in mid-air for a while, then suddenly lost his strength and slid lightly onto the rails.

-

Matsushima Kaigan Station.

Sasuke helped the baffle in front of him, and finally let out the breath that had been suppressed in his chest.

He panted, feeling some sweat oozing from his forehead, and the chakra in his body was almost exhausted.

The distance from Gaozhuan to Matsushima is too far, and Gojo Satoru's spell power is extremely strong. If it weren't for the bondage between them, Sasuke probably wouldn't be able to use Huangquan Hirasaka to bring him here.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru had guessed the message he had conveyed through the help of Jiaxin Glass, found a certain direction as soon as it landed, and disappeared without saying a word.

But the information about Xia Youjie didn't come directly from him, and he couldn't give any explanation for his concealment. He could only use this kind of evasive and sophistry method to make Wujo Wu think of it.

He wasn't telling the whole truth.

Sasuke and Itachi, who was reincarnated from the dirty soil, didn't actually have any chance of hostility—Yakushidou just wanted to use the pair of kaleidoscopes to turn the ninja alliance upside down, knowing that letting Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi meet would be harmful to his plan. Naturally, they would not deliberately let them meet.

And Itachi... Sasuke closed his eyes, calmed his breathing, He Lehu's hypocrisy and arrogance were originally just a whim, but Sasuke found that now he seemed to be able to understand some of his brother's actions, and he could think of him calmly.

Maybe this kind of shackles that only people in the game can understand will indeed make people ruthless and indecisive: even if they feel guilty afterwards, they can sacrifice others quietly when necessary; Important people, but want to take care of other things by themselves, solve all problems, reveal the truth little by little after everything is settled, and even try to completely bury the truth.

He froze for a moment.

Itachi loves him, there is no doubt about it, that's why he cares about Chaos, trying to use extreme methods to find protection for him in troubled times.

What about Wujo Wujo?

……

And Itachi—Sasuke forced himself not to think about the other person—no matter how he was buried, flesh and blood were easy to get. Who can guarantee that he will not shed a drop of blood or be injured once?

"My own soul" is just another hint. Spiritualism can extract the information of the body or soul separately, but there is no difference between the body of the ninja and the soul of the ninja.The soul comes from the body, and in turn dominates the body, so as long as it is a torso that can act autonomously, the soul inside will not have a second possibility—even if it is the secret technique of the mountain family, it is only temporarily suppressed by Chakra rather than replacing the presence of another.

Kazuo doesn't know about Itachi, ninjas, and reincarnation of the dirty soil, so she will definitely go to Gojo Satoru.

Sasuke thought, because Gojo Satoru was indeed the one closest to him.

Gojo Satoru must also be able to hear the truth covered up by the language, even though the word filthy reincarnation is very unfamiliar to the other party.

Sasuke Chakra recovered a bit, he straightened up and walked around the barrier of the station.

In front of you is a square in front of the station with white traffic lanes, and there are noisy conversations on the opposite side. A few backpackers passed by the izakaya with curtains, and glanced here inadvertently. In Sasuke's line of sight, there were several small figures from behind.

The sea surface has turned into an inky blue under the night, and the reefs covered with red pine and black pine have turned into a rare bright color besides the reflection of the moonlight. Together with the ripples of the sea water, they have a pale color under the moonlight.

There is a vermillion bridge in the port, which connects a small island that has been regarded as a spiritual place for thousands of years. A successful monk will step on tiny bone fragments with almost every step.

He originally thought that Xia Youjie's body might be buried in this place called Xiongdao, but Gojo Satoru went in another direction.

-

Gojo Satoru stared at the open space in front of him.

There should have been a few mint plants growing there.

Xia Youjie grew up in Songdo, and his home is next to Xiongdao. In such a small place, no one knows what a conjurer does. When the magician who came here to exorcise the curse found out, the atmosphere in Xia You's house had not been so harmonious.

Jie has been enduring the pain of devouring the magic spirit alone, but the magician has always had to bear all kinds of pain by himself, and no one can help another person to share it.

"It's probably useful." When they were in first grade, Xia Youjie brought a lot of mint-flavored mouthwash into the dormitory, and consumed it at an astonishingly fast rate. "I got used to it."

Gojo Satoru took a sip - his mouth was numb for half an hour afterwards, so hot that he couldn't taste anything.

So when he followed his best friend's "last wish", he played on his own initiative and planted some mint in the ground.

The so-called last wish is also very funny. It was discussed in their first grade class. It probably means that every conjurer should think about how to deal with the aftermath in advance, so that if the corpse is found, the living will not scratch their heads.

"This kind of question is too boring," Gojo Satoru said at the time, rolling his eyes blatantly, "Who will remember what I said now in a few decades?"

Jia Ruozi agreed lightly: "I don't seem to have any chance of accidental death, anyway, I can't do dangerous missions."

Xia Youjie didn't answer at the time, but one day he had a fight with Wujo Wu, and suddenly brought up this topic during the intermission.

"When I was a child, I always wanted to live on the small island opposite my home," the black-haired conjurer leaned on his arm, and the emotions in his voice were a bit complicated, "There are no magic spirits, no ordinary people, and no need to consider the feelings of the weak. You can still see the windows of the house."

"It's like a voyeur." Wujo Satoru sighed.

Xia Youjie kicked him, and Wu Tiaowu grabbed his bangs.

They fought again.

"However, it would be nice to be buried there after death," he said. "It's a childhood wish fulfilled."

A week later, he defected.

On Christmas day last year, Gojo Wu asked Xia Youjie if he had any last wishes, and Xia Youjie said no. For some reason, Wujo Wu suddenly remembered their conversation at that time, and asked too much, but ended up causing himself a lot of trouble.

This is too ridiculous, Wujo Wuxiang even thought it was a bit funny.

He was confident that no one would be able to find out his course of action, and he also dealt with the filth on Jie's body, and found the right time to bury him on this small island where the head could be seen at a glance.

Unexpectedly, it was Jie himself who remembered this all the time, and maybe told his subordinates, but in the end he cheated himself and tried to cheat him.

And it's already halfway there.

Xia Youjie, Yansuo, and Uchiha Itachi.

The figures of these people—the figures of these two people, Uchiha Itachi's dim whites of eyes and cracked skin, Xia Youjie's pale cheeks and broken arms, kept shaking in front of Gojo Satoru.

... and Uchiha Sasuke's calm, seemingly without a trace of hesitation, "I don't know".

Gojo Satoru looked at the land covered with turquoise grass carpet, surrounded by tall and straight pine trees, the silvery dark blue sea was exposed between the gaps in the black trunks, and a full moon hung in the sky, sprinkling The light under the sun was miserable white, reflected by the dew on the grass blades, and it hurt his eyes.

It also made him feel tired.

-

"I'm okay!" Wujo Satoru shouted.

"You can not."

Sasuke felt that it was impossible for him to like Gojo Satoru.

An adult male who specially picked the sweetest brown sugar plum wine and mixed it with soda water, but after taking two sips, he started getting headaches and gradually lost his mind.

When Gojo Satoru reappeared, his expression looked less stiff than before. He could even walk through the fishing boats moored at night with his usual smile on his face, jumped ashore lightly, and patted Sasuke on the shoulder.

"Thank you, I've confirmed it," he said as he walked, stretching out his hand to loosen the button of his collar, "Jie's body is indeed gone, they probably want to see my surprise, the dead can do it. "

Sasuke didn't like Gojo's seeming invulnerability: "It doesn't deserve your thanks," he said, "Sorry, Satoru, I should have said it sooner."

Because of his momentary hesitation, Gojo Wujo didn't know until now that his best friend's body was being used.

And he couldn't even remind the conjurer face-to-face in any way what was going on, he could only use the ignorant family to deliver some vague messages.

He would be angry with him too.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, stood there for a while, and sighed softly: "What are you thinking?" he said, "Of course you deserve my thanks."

It is of course a lie to say that he is not angry at all, but no matter what he said, he has experienced so many things, and he thinks that he can see a certain aspect more clearly than Sasuke - Sasuke's approach is somewhat in line with his brother It means that Gojo Satoru also knows what the ninja has experienced, probably because he didn't want him to know that it was a deceased friend who has been acting behind the scenes, so he kept pressing silent.

It's not a bad thing to tell him after confirming that Jie himself didn't come back with a fraudulent corpse.

What's more, the ninja is really good at seizing the opportunity, he thought, so that the popularity will disappear before it rises.

Who made him still like Sasuke so much?

"There have been too many things during this time," Gojo Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose through the blindfold, and announced in a drawn-out voice, "I want to un-stress."

There are several izakaya and barbecue restaurants near the port. They went to the store to pack food, and ran to the deck of a fishing boat with wine, with a few sparse stars scattered above their heads.It will be like this when the moonlight is too bright, as if a light bulb is hung in the sky. If there are no clouds, there will be no atmosphere.

It's just that Sasuke didn't expect that what the conjurer once said that he doesn't like alcohol and that alcohol affects the brain actually meant this.No wonder Jianren Qihai once said that Wujowu's decompression is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Try not to agree to such a thing as Mr. Gojo," said the blond conjurer, "he has no self-knowledge."

Gojo Satoru was lying on the deck like a giant cat, patting Sasuke's calf impatiently: "I'm okay!" he repeated.

Sasuke grabbed his hand and put it back, and hid the wine bottle behind his back, feeling finally relaxed.

He just took a look at it, it was fourteen degrees, and it smelled more like sugar water than alcohol, and there was less than half of it left.

"You're drunk." Sasuke said.

"It's a pity that we can't be drunk all the time," the conjurer responded quickly, turned over and sat up, and pulled off the blindfold. "Something will happen."

He pointed to his eyes: "Maybe it will blow everyone up~"

As he said that, Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and there was an explosion-like sound on the surface of the sea in the distance, water splashed, and several fish were thrown out of the water.

Sasuke lost all emotions, he pressed the conjurer's hand, "Don't move."

The white-haired man suddenly approached the ninja, observed him carefully for a while, and then poked his head to get the wine bottle behind Sasuke, but Sasuke held both hands in his arms, and could only look at the glass bottle close at hand. mumbling.

"It can't be wasted," his hair rubbed against Sasuke's face, "this is delicious."

Sasuke felt a little itchy, but he didn't move, which seemed to make him feel more relaxed.

"You did it on purpose, let go," the white-haired man accused Sasuke, his blue eyes fixed on him, but unfortunately the eyes were not deterrent enough, "I want to relieve pressure!"

"So much is enough for you to decompress." Sasuke felt a little funny, Gojo Satoru's hair was rubbed with static electricity just now, and now it was piled up in a mess on his head, shining softly under the moonlight.

The moonlight also slipped from his hair like flowing water, flowing along the deck, and finally fell quietly into the sea water, turning into a fine and beautiful silver wave.

"I knew you did it on purpose. If you want to drink, just say it. You're an adult..." Gojo Gojo murmured, talking to himself, the 1.9-meter-tall man folded his arms in front of his chest in aggrieved , put his head on the black-haired ninja's shoulders, almost covering his whole body, "Bullying."

The few strands of hair that floated in front of Sasuke's eyes seemed to be aggrieved.

Sasuke thought about it, but he didn't know where Gojo Satoru came to the conclusion that he was bullying others.

However, what the drunkard said was never believable.

But he still asked.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand in a distorted posture and poked Sasuke's chest.

"Like this," he said incoherently, pressing his palm on Sasuke's chest through a coat and a bottom shirt, and he moved closer and yawned, "It's getting closer to a faster heartbeat, that's bullying People, understand?"

……

Those blue eyes were a little too bright, Sasuke thought, and Gojo Satoru seemed too close.

The ninja didn't speak, he let go of Gojo Satoru's hand, found the acupuncture point with excellent effect on the back of the conjurer's neck with his fingers, and pressed it lightly, almost tenderly.

Gojo Satoru didn't resist at all, and fell asleep comfortably on Sasuke's shoulder.

Maybe five seconds passed, maybe five minutes passed.

Sasuke's fingers were still on the back of Gojo Satoru's neck, and the lower limit had not been opened. His palm had always been the most vulnerable spine of the conjurer.

The evening wind blew a few strands of hair between his fingers, Sasuke moved his fingers, and his fingertips ran across the soft white hair on the back of the conjurer's head.

probably.