It's a power, not a spell

Chapter 63 Chapter 63

In recent years, Chang Yimen has become the dominant family among the demon extermination masters, and he was always treated with respect when he came into contact with other people, and he was in a hurry.

"You, what are you doing!"

Mingming has such a good-looking face, how can he be so rude!

The astonishment of seeing people just now was shattered into scum, and he stepped on a few more in his heart.

Zhang Jingsi raised his hand to signal him to shut up, and looked at the white-haired young man below with his exposed single eye, the long black hair fluttered, and the strange lines of the talisman were faintly visible, and the raised eye ends made his temperament even more unpredictable , "Your Excellency must not be an orthodox exorcist, and holding that kind of thing in your hand is just a decoration."

"Oh?"

"And if you give it to me, the field will give you a satisfactory reward."

Gojo Satoru blinked, "I think it's a good idea to decorate."

Threats and lures are useless, so I can only do it... huh?

After all, on the surface, he only came in following the entrustment of the Secret Service Division. Instead of fighting with monsters, he fought with people, which is a bit difficult to explain.

"Don't waste time, go eat crepes."

"Hi~"

It wasn't until Nakahara Chuya made a sound that he turned his gaze over there. He thought it was the white-haired shikigami, but after a closer look——

"I'm afraid you two will stay for a while longer," said Chang Jingsi.

Gojo Satoru felt that the eyes he looked at Nakahara Nakaya were a little disgusting, and his attitude became bad, "If I (おれ) don't, do you want to fight?"

"Irreverent." Zhang Jingsi's followers stopped in front of them, and he, who came from a big family, obviously didn't have a good impression of Gojo Satoru.

The air froze for a moment, Wujo Wutiao raised his eyebrows, took out something and shook it in front of his followers, "You want this, right?"

"That's right, the ones who know you will immediately hand it over to——what are you doing!?"

That thing is transparent, and there is a dark red unidentified substance in the shape of a fetus inside. If you stare at it carefully, you will have a disgusting feeling.But the appearance is a bit like candy.

"Well... Actually, it looks quite delicious." Gojo Satoru held it, making a gesture to throw it into his mouth.

"That's not something you can eat, hey!!"

Chang Jingsi put away his umbrella, ignoring what happened there, his dark red eyes kept staring at Nakahara Chuya, or in other words, looking at something in his body.

"Are you the deity of Huangbatu?"

He asked the same question as Madara, and quickly denied himself, "No, are you His container?"

Although I don't know why, but at this time there is very little divine power belonging to Huangba in the container.

Logically speaking, Aragami and the container are in a symbiotic relationship, as long as one exists, the other will never disappear.

The reputation of Huangbatu is so great, and the exorcising demon master also made his idea, but someone was one step ahead of them, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and even created a "container". Even the declining Huangshen they have to be cautious. What's more, it was Huang Ba spit out from the restoration of divine power, so he could only calm down and settle down.

but now……

Zhongyuan Zhong also said 'Oh', "You want to take me back?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru heard it, he stopped teasing his followers, turned around and locked on Chang Jingsi with murderous intent.

The thing in his hand was thrown up, and the servant who had been staring at it subconsciously wanted to pick it up, and the white-haired conjurer raised his hand lightly at this moment.

'Boom! ! ! '

It's just that an extremely cold force gathered in his hands, the air exploded, and a shock wave-like energy beam passed through the side of Chang Jingsi's face, and the purpose of their trip also shattered like a bubble.

The servant who was about to run into him was sweating profusely, and stammered, "How, how is it possible..."

How could that kind of thing be broken so easily...

Rather, he never thought it would break the possibility.

Zhang Jingsi also sensed the pressure. If the attack just now was aimed at him, he would not be able to dodge it.

The white-haired man in front of him still had a frivolous smile on his face, but his voice sank.

"Next time, it will be your annoying face."

Not an opponent.

The gap in strength couldn't be more obvious at this moment.

Zhang Jingsi sensibly restrained his thoughts, but there was one thing that he had to care about, "...Your Excellency is not a demon exorcising master."

The power that seems to be a collection of human thoughts is cold and dark, and it is completely different from spiritual power.

"No." Gojo Satoru raised his index and middle fingers, "It's a conjurer, me and Naka are both."

"Then... what are you planning to use Huangba spit for?" The unknown 'conjurer' and the 'container' of Huangba spit, the combination of these two points makes it hard not to think deeply.

After thinking about it again, Zhang Jingsi still asked the question.

"do nothing."

This time it was Chuya Nakahara who answered, he and Gojo Satoru turned and left the place, and the soft wind brought his last words.

"...Huang Ba Tu will not appear again in the future."

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Because of the weather, it was another working day, and the streets were deserted.

Two customers were welcomed in front of the crepe dining car. The white-haired customer was wearing a brand new pair of sunglasses in the sunless weather. It is rare to see such an altitude in Japan, and this is the first time for the boss to meet such a request .

"Add these?" He confirmed again and again, "This will really be sweet?"

"Hmm." The white-haired young man pressed his fingers against the sunglasses, pursed his lips as if thinking, and then said, "Let's add a little more chocolate sauce."

Isn't that sweeter!

"Two." He added.

The boss looked down, and the slightly shorter orange-haired young man twitched his mouth, "...an ordinary orange peel crepe, thank you."

One sweet party like that is enough in the world.

When Gojo Satoru took his two sugar-exploding crepes, a small snowflake of the same color as the cream fell on the dark sunglasses.

This is the first snow in Yokohama this year.

small enough to be ignored.

"Finally go somewhere with me, Chuya."

"Where?"

"Well...it's a secret for now."

Gojo Satoru took him to a river.

The white-haired conjurer knelt down on the bank. He had already eaten the crepe in his right hand on the road, but the one in his left hand hadn't touched a bite. He knocked on the crepe on the river with his free hand like knocking on the door thin ice.

Something seems to be coming out from under the ice.

The crepe was placed on the ice, and he struggled to keep it from falling. Then he stood up, held Nakahara's hand that was also hanging by his side, and ran suddenly.

Nakahara Chuya just ate half of the crepe and dropped it on the ground, "Hey!"

The warmth from his palm stunned him for a moment.

The finely crushed snow brushed against the skin with the air current, and Gojo Satoru dragged him to a bridge.

"...Is there any shameless guy in there?"

"Well, he's actually quite a cute guy, but it will be troublesome if we meet, but we've already made an agreement...so it's compensation."

No, in fact, it can already be regarded as the level of murder... that kind of sweetness.

Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to complain, and he caught a glimpse of a small dot appearing on the distant river bank from the corner of his eye, but finally let it go.

Wujo Satoru said: "At this time, you should also ask me why I am in trouble?"

Zhong Yuanzhong followed his words and asked, "Why?"

"Although I like Little Mung Bean very much, after seeing him, he must have a lot of interesting things to tell me about the recent encounters... Mmm, the stories he tells are very interesting."

He pinched one side of the sunglasses and took them off, the white snowflakes were stopped by the fine eyelashes, and then slid down as he blinked, "But time is running out."

Let go of the hand that had been holding him all this time, caressed the side of the young man's face with warm fingers, gently pinched his jaw, without being stopped, he easily lifted his face.

Gojo Satoru looked at the pair of eyes that were darker than his own, and put the sunglasses pinched in the other hand on his face.

"Listening to the story is great, but if it's the last time, I'd rather stay with Chuya and the two. Because..."

The sunglasses were bought by Zhongyuan Zhongye. I chose the most pleasing style. The price is not cheap and the quality is also very good.The world in front of him darkened, but it wasn't just because of his sunglasses.

The person in front of him bent down, blocking the last bit of light, only the two dots of blue like cold stars gradually approached.

The sky hangs low, and the cold-toned lead gray clouds seem to be solidified, and the gray snow drifts down the reinforced concrete city with the wind.The snow is cold, the wind is cold, and so is his body.

Only the person in front of him who is the same color as the snow has a constant temperature.

The subconsciously pursed lips felt the warm heat, and the white mist exhaled by the other party dissipated between the two of them, but they did not feel the real touch for a long time.

There was clearly no blood flowing, but he seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat.Nakahara also felt the snow fall to his lips, and then was melted into water by Gojo Satoru's breath.

"……because?"

For this reason, I am not interested in listening to him for the time being. The orange-haired youth's eyebrows under the sunglasses relaxed, and he raised his arms to wrap around the person who was close at hand, clasping the back of his neck.

The last distance is also gone.

The light sweetness of chocolate is neutralized by the fresh and slightly bitter orange peel, and the taste is sweet but not greasy.

Those few syllables that were about to be uttered were also completely melted between the lips and teeth.Although they didn't say anything, the two people present knew it well.

This is a development that Zhong Yuanzhong had never imagined. When Gojo Satoru took him to lead him, he understood the reason for the other party's weirdness before, but the time was short, and he hadn't figured out what he was thinking before, so he did it subconsciously. , maybe it's because the weather is too cold and the other person's body is too warm...

No, it should be the same.

that reason.

Gojo Satoru's hand holding the sunglasses was also on the back of Nakahara Nakaya's head. They were pushing each other towards them. The wind blurred the ambiguous voice. Two pairs of eyes of the same color looked at each other through the lenses. Neither of them blinked. A kiss is actually more like a fight.

The broken skin oozes blood, and the taste of something different from sweetness becomes the catalyst for the battle.

Although both of them kissed for the first time, maybe this kind of thing is also a matter of talent. Gojo Satoru's skills developed rapidly, but after a long stalemate, he finally gave up first.

After clearing up the battlefield and withdrawing his troops, he and Zhong Yuanzhong also drew a distance and took two deep breaths.

"You don't need to breathe, it's too cheating..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also took off his sunglasses, his eyes fell on Gojo Wu's rouge lips, and he smiled slightly, "Not convinced? Do you want to do it again?"

He wiped off the traces left at the corners of his lips with his fingers, and rubbed them on the light-colored lips a few times unwillingly. Except for a little more luster, there was no change.Gojo Satoru pursed his aching lips, and said depressedly:

"Next time."

Time is up.