To tell you the truth, there was no difficulty in bringing Shunping to the house and then fainting, because the other party had been in a rather dead state since he was invited to play at his house.

The face is red, and the brain seems to be overloaded with the CPU, so it can't react.

His attitude of total trust and obedience made Guan Nanjing feel that he didn't even need to use his mana, and if he put some sleeping pills in the water, the other party would gulp and drink it without suspicion, and then fall asleep. But I don't know if taking sleeping pills is harmful to the human body, and more importantly, there are actually no sleeping pills at home, so he just thought about it and didn't do it.

Guan Nanjing poured hot cocoa for Shunping, prepared snacks, picked out a movie, sat with him on the plush carpet, and said a few words to the other's excited, bright eyes—and then made the person dizzy.

He now has about two hours of free time to take care of the crazy guys outside.

But...... Kan Nanjing opened the window, and the rain was pouring in, but not a drop fell into the room, and the room was so quiet that only the even breathing of the male high school student remained—a translucent barrier had unfolded outside, and when he went out, it would be unbreakable to protect the sleeping Yoshino Shunhei—but he didn't feel that he needed it that long.

"Don't cause trouble around me." Guan Nanjing was too lazy to play a game of hide and seek with a real person, and it didn't take him a few minutes to block the other party in a ticking sewer, using a full one hundred and eighty thin steel bars: "What deal 'Xia Youjie' reached with you, it has nothing to do with me." If you get in the way again, I'll kill you. ”

The real person he fixed in the corner gradually let out bursts of laughter, and his eyes flashed with a completely excited and malicious light:

"Really? Can you really act against his commands? You-you think you're free, but you're actually the other person holding it in the palm of your hand-"

That's what spell spirits are like. Guan Nanjing ruthlessly pierced the steel bar a little harder, but he felt calm in his heart amid the howl of the real person. Zhenren is right, this spell spirit born from the hatred of humans for humans is really good at capturing the weaknesses of human nature, but one of the things he miscalculated is that Guannanjing is not living in vanity as he imagined.

He may live in a lot of lies, in a lot of confusion, in a lot of puzzles, but he can't deceive himself.

This has been the case since the beginning of his birth day when he was chaotic and his memory has been lost, and he has never had any illusions about his situation. Those who are already in pain, of course, will not be stung again.

Fools who think that they are born from the hearts of people and can see through and play with others at will are deceiving themselves.

Arrogance is so easy to blind, and it's the same for spell spirits.

"So what?" Guan Nanjing raised his wrist, and the magic of his fingertips swirled like a vortex—he was pumping air out of a wide area.

In the dark and damp concrete passage, he looks spotless and clear-eyed, and if the red mole is in the center of the eyebrows, he will look very much like a boy on the mural:

"You're too weak. I could kill you a hundred times before he found out. ”

The real person's pupils constricted, and before the real death threat, he finally gave up the bells and whistles of the shitty words, changed the weak and weak appearance that had just hung on the steel bar, squirmed and deformed and jumped off the steel bar, and cracked his mouth and laughed while rushing at him:

"Hahahahaha, it's amazing, it's amazing!! Then try to kill me, let me taste death, let me taste your soul! ——”

Although his writhing body, crazy expression, and high tone made him look like a villain boss who was about to explode, Guan Nanjing was not wrong to say that he was arrogant.

The feeling that when facing the limit, you will be able to break through the limit and make leaps and bounds is also a kind of idealistic narcissistic fantasy unique to human beings. "The self is omnipotent", this is a childlike delusion of self-aggrandizement, and it is ridiculous to put it on the newborn spell spirit who ignores the rules and thinks that he is the absolute protagonist, the center of the universe.

I can't pass the three tricks.

Guan Nanjing just sucked out the air in a certain space and hit the other party, crushing it into a meat puree. Although the real person was squirming rapidly and trying to put it back together, Guannanjing had already reversed the reality again, gathered it all away, did not give it a chance to escape, and then stepped on it fiercely.

What stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

"Strange, how could I not touch your soul? Why? It's obviously naked. ”

The real person squirmed like a bunch of meat worms, stretched out a deformed hand, and tried to touch the little skin on the bare ankle of Guannan Mirror, which was shaved off and then pieced together carelessly, making a confused sound:

"Why can you hurt my soul?"

Soul, yes, this mess of meat has a soul too, just like so many miserable and wailing humans of the opposite sex he did here.

Guan Nanjing didn't want to kill it, but now he was a little disgusted, and he didn't know why he had to put up with such a thing—after all, like he had just said, he was enough to kill a real person before Qi Suo arrived.

He has never hindered Qi Suo's career, and the other party should also take care of his chess pieces, and don't let it get out of control and destroy his stable campus life. However, at the moment of his hesitation, there was a sudden vibration in his pocket, and the crisp ringtone of his mobile phone echoed throughout the corridor of the corridor structure.

It's 'Xia Youjie' calling.

He lowered his eyelids, but finally picked them up.

"Hey, is it a mirror?" Immediately came from the other end of the phone, but the voice of the leaky pot was a single glance: "Is the real person near you?" Xia Youjie said it's there, don't kill it. ”

"Don't kill it?" Guan Nanjing stepped on the real person again, causing it to cry out in pain: "I am now a human being, and he followed me and killed my classmates in front of the monitored public. Immediately the sorcerer may step in and investigate and we'll all be exposed if I find my head, is that what you want? ”

"What?"

The leaky pot heard some movement, and didn't talk about business, but said a little puzzled first:

"Are you stepping on it? It is advisable not to step on it, and not to reward it. The more you step on it, the harder it gets......"

The real person howled in pain mixed with a twisted laugh of giggling: "Ahhhhh ”

South Mirror: ......

Before Guan Nanjing decided to end the mentally handicapped call with the spell spirit, Qi Suo took the call. The voice belonging to Xia Youjie is very soft and stable, as always, with a doting feeling:

"Baby, there's no need to conflict with real people, let it go. I'm here to deal with the aftermath, and I promise you that from now on, he won't get in the way of your school—you can tell I'm not lying, am I? ”

“…… Don't call me baby, it's disgusting. ”

Guan Nanjing hung up the phone.

The real person probably lost his strength from pain, and he didn't squirm anymore, but he was scattered under his feet, still tormented by the magic - Guan Nanjing looked at it for a while, finally let go of his feet, carefully checked the uniform on his body, and began to walk out after confirming that there was nothing wrong. After leaving dozens of steps with his back to the shadows, he heard the sound of flesh and blood reassembling from behind him, as well as a faint voice:

"Don't think you can fool me, liar, you brothers are liars. He's not 'Xia Youjie' - you're pretending to be an ugly human soul, and you're not a curse spirit. ”

Guannanjing's footsteps did not pause, but after a few seconds, the other party suddenly began to laugh maniacally again: "Hahahahahahahaha

Leaving these voices behind, Guan Nanjing walked out.

"Why don't you want to tell me? Am I not your lover? ”

"But I'm a monster! And you're human! You won't love me like this......"

Yoshino woke up to the sound of conversation and the sound of rain.

There were no curtains drawn in the room, but it was still very dark, and it was obviously almost dark. A movie was playing on the screen hanging on the wall in front of him, and although his mind was still confused, he recognized it as "Earthworm Man 1" at a glance, after all, he had watched it many times. A little wind came in through the window, blowing the curtains slightly, sending the scent of early summer plants.

An indescribable tranquility and the comfort of a good night's sleep enveloped him, so that he did not realize for a moment where he was, but sat blankly on the carpet, his tender and soft spine bent, his cheek pressed against his arm, and looked to the side:

Yes!

Seeing Guannanjing, who was concentrating on watching a movie, he suddenly came back to his soul and remembered that he was a guest at a friend's house!

"Are you awake?" Guan Nanjing turned his head to look at him, and said naturally: "It's okay, Shunping just fell asleep after watching the movie for a while...... Does your stomach still hurt? ”

Before Yoshino Shunhei had time to panic, his anxiety was dispelled by the other party.

"No, it doesn't hurt."

He quieted down again, habitually curling his shoulders.

Guan Nanjing said softly, "Hmm." ”

Although the movie was still playing, they both felt that each other's attention was not on the film, and they were more like sitting together in the sound of the rain for a while.

"It's always raining when we're together......"

Shunping hugged his knees and whispered.

"Doesn't Shunpei like rain?"

Guan Nanjing supported his chin with the palm of his hand, and his soft and beautiful black hair was scattered a little beside him, making him look like a precious cat that had been carefully raised. Yoshino Shunhei is actually a little afraid of his eyes, a little too beautiful and deep dark green pupils, after watching it for a long time, there will be a thrilling feeling, like the words in the Shiwei novel, "the road meets the beautiful eyes, jumping off the cliff".

"No, I like it...... On rainy days, when everyone leaves school early, I can simply go home, watch a movie by myself, wait for my mom to come back and help her cook, eat together, watch TV dramas,...... I'm sorry, it sounds like an otaku, a, and a boring bag. ”

He instinctively pressed his forehead through his hair, and Guan Nanjing inexplicably knew that he should "hug" him at this time, just like the action in the movie he saw yesterday, but he couldn't reach out. Between him and Shunping, there was only air, a small piece of fluffy carpet, and the light moisture brought by the rain, but it seemed to be separated by a whole long river of life and death.

He could feel the other party's young and vigorous life so clearly, even if Shunping himself seemed to him to be weak and painful, but what Guan Nanjing felt was the most vivid heartbeat, the most vivid sound of blood surging, and the most vivid body temperature.

"Shunping."

"Huh?"

"Hair—" Guan Nanjing said to him, "can you dial it up?" ”

Yoshino Shunhei fell silent, and his eyes showed a kind of pain in his eyes, "If you refuse, you will lose your friends?" and "If you agree, you will lose your friends".

"I'm sorry...... Can you do it, don't you? ”

If the result is the loss of friends, it's better not to be seen on the ugly, scarred side. Regardless of whether Guan Nanjing really cares about him at this moment, if he is no longer friends with him in the future, this "seeing" will definitely become a tool for him to hurt himself.

Yoshino Shunhei didn't want to complain about human nature, he was just afraid.

"Yes."

To his surprise, Guan Nanjing seemed to be just curious in a friendly way, and didn't want to force him to reveal himself. The other party then asked a new question:

"Mom...... What is it like? ”

Did you grow up without your mother? Yoshino Shunhei is keenly aware that Kannangami seems to be very confused and concerned about this topic. This made him very cautious and almost overwhelmed, and he did not dare to say how good his mother was, for fear that such a little happiness left in his miserable life would sting another unfortunate person, even if the other party might just be a little unlucky in this matter:

"Uh, mom is mom......"

Even he can confirm that he is sullen when he changes to Guannanjing.

I said don't always think about whether he is a real mother or not, Guan Nanjing thought dullly, I am simply something, there is no place to come.

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Shunpei offered to add drinks, and when he opened the refrigerator, he unexpectedly found that there were a lot of desserts inside. Recalling the day they met for the first time, his brother who was watching Nanjing in the car joked with him, he felt really cute, and ran to the door of the room to ask Guannanjing, trying to boost the other party's mood:

"There are really a lot of snacks, I didn't expect you to be a character who likes desserts - do you need me to give you a few?"

Guan Nanjing was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that those things were indeed bought by himself, and also stood up:

“…… Actually, I don't like to eat it, but I am used to storing it in the refrigerator, and I don't know why. ”

He didn't touch the desserts in the refrigerator at all, as if he had bought them here and waiting for someone else to eat. Most of them are Japanese-style dim sum, Shunping sighed and said that the taste is also very quaint, but the reason that flashed in Guannanjing's mind was "It's not out of taste preference, it's just that Japanese-style dim sum is easier to swallow in one bite, and you can swallow two in a hurry" - it's so strange, when did this concept come about?

Guan Nanjing was too accustomed not to explore his chaotic spirit, and this was the first time he had tried what he had bought. He took a strawberry-flavored Daifuku for Shunpei, a matcha for himself, and the two of them sat down at the table together and ate it very seriously.

"It's delicious—" Shunping said to Guan Nanjing seriously with a little pink frosting on his face, and then he was a little uneasy to find that the other party's eating was good and elegant, and he didn't get any matcha powder at all—ah, no, he still got it, and it was on his nose!

"Hahahahaha......ha

Guannan Mirror: ?

Objectively speaking, the dessert did not bring any special feelings to his false body, after all, in his body, sugar does not trigger the brain's happiness according to biological common sense. But Yoshino Junhei seemed to be very happy after eating the dessert, and this feeling inexplicably made him feel familiar and stable, so after eating, he took out two more copies according to different tastes, and told him that please take them home and share them with his mother, and said that it was a gift from a friend.

"Mom will be crazy with joy...... Shunping smiled and shook his head for a while, as if he had imagined the scene of his mother jumping three feet high excitedly, pulling him to ask if he had really made a new friend.

After the other party left, Nanjing stood in front of the refrigerator, his head resting on the cold door, listening to the faint roar of the refrigerator when it was refrigerated, and he didn't understand for a long time why he hoarded sweets - obviously he didn't have to eat at all, and Qi Suo obviously had no interest in pastries.

He subconsciously pressed his hands to his chest, and then realized how ridiculous his actions were: he didn't have a heart at all.

"Eat cake? I deliberately took a detour to Shinjuku and bought one at Aigre Douce to bring it back, and I was tired after a long queue! I miss the time when the mirror is there, as long as he helps, I don't have to wait at all......"

In the large office, two grown men sat opposite each other on the couch, and the silver-haired one with the blindfold enthusiastically pushed the least delicious of the seven or eight small plates of cakes in front of him to the other.

The other party was meticulously dressed in a suit, with blonde hair parted, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his muscles propped up the suit very full, showing that he had a heavy sense of maturity. The special sunglasses couldn't stop him from killing mosquitoes' eyebrows - he hadn't heard the name for too long, but Gojo Satoru spit it out in a light joke, and the corners of Nanami's mouth pursed.

He pinched the fingertips of the newspaper tightly, crumpled the paper into a small ball, and said a little stiffly: "Please don't be so frivolous, get down to business." ”

"That's the right thing: Kagami didn't seem to be dead back then-"

Outside the window, the last stubble of pear trees is slowly falling, and summer is coming, and the branches are all green, leaving only a little white, which disappears with every rain. The room was so quiet for a while that you could hear even a needle falling on the ground, and it gradually became clear, and the breathing sound of Nanami Kenren gradually getting worse and unable to maintain a rhythm:

“…… I thought you wouldn't joke with him, no matter how bad you were. ”

"So I didn't." Satoru Gojo leaned back on the back of the sofa with one hand, looked out the window and whispered, "A few days ago...... I saw the mirror. ”

"Bang!" With a bang, Nanami Kento smashed the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table, poured back into the sofa, covered his face, and his broad palms trembled slightly: "You're crazy." ”

"Nope."

Satoru Gojo shoved a bite of cake into his mouth and muttered in a sweet voice.

At this time, he was still a riddler, munching cake here as if nothing had happened, which really made Nanami Kento angry, and he directly turned over and grabbed his collar - but of course he couldn't pull it. Gojo Satoru calmly took a sip of black tea and sighed with satisfaction, then looked at the other party's angry expression and said the second half of the sentence unhurriedly: "But he is not alive as a human anymore." ”

Shock, sorrow, joy, and anger were mixed together, making the green tendons on Nanami Kenren's forehead jump wildly: "When and what happened, tell me clearly-"

Satoru Gojo raised his hands, and the ring flashed with a faint light: "Isn't it just about to tell you now-really, Nanami's words changed his temperament as soon as he encountered something related to the mirror, and that's why I didn't want to tell you in the first place." ”

Nanami was even angrier: "You! ——”

"Calm down, Mr. Nanami, a first-class spell master."

Gojo Satoru was smiling, and with a quick and precise spell, he pushed the other party back into the sofa, clasped his hands, and sat quietly with him:

"Don't forget, you're a reliable adult man for Ben San now...... 16 years old, it's a long time ago. ”

Sixteen years old, it was a long time ago, and it was true.

The day he lost his two companions, Nanami's youth was over forever.

He only remembered that he had crossed most of the country overnight like a walking corpse to return to the High School, through the mountains, through the sea, through the trees, through the bamboo forest, through the mountain wind, through the night, through the dawn, through the corridors, through the endless doors, layer after layer, layer after layer...... Finally, he knelt down in front of the cold corpse of his friend, as if he had walked the road of his life.

He asked the gods and Buddhas, and the gods and Buddhas should not.

It seems that the sorcerer always has to learn to be a mortal god and cultivate his own Buddha.

But one by one, the calamities are endless.

The other side is far away, when can we cross.

Obviously he has fled, but he still returned to this sea of suffering, perhaps because he finally understands clearly in his heart: the joy that belongs to him in this life has been taken away forever, and he is just a living dead soul. So he went back into the water, hoping that in the days before he drowned, he would push the boat and send others to the shore.

When chasing the remnants of mana all the way to the sewers, where they were blocked by the special spell spirit with a stitched face and a bunch of tragic transformations he created, Nanami Kento had no surprise in his heart. He was accustomed to the stinking shit of a sorcerer, to the stench, to blood, to death, to rot, to malice, to loneliness, to fear, to pain, and in that habit he felt a numbing peace and redemption - but Gojo Satoru wasn't supposed to tell him that Kan Nanjing might still be alive.

It's like you shouldn't lie to a terminally ill person that he can still be saved.

This will give him hope for his terrible fate again.

"Where is he! ——”

He seemed to wield the knife in his hand tirelessly and painfully, just like that night when he traveled thousands of miles, constantly asking the real person, as if he was forcing himself: "You have his magic power in you—so where is he?" ——”

The real person was beaten to the point of death. The injuries brought to him by Guannan Mirror were not healed, and this magician was so crazy, it was really a big surprise to him - a first-level magician, was it already so powerful? He reconstructed his perception and realized that he was a little too arrogant, but in fact inexperienced.

But the question from Nanami Kento still allowed him to instinctively capture his opponent's huge emotional weakness, and he was hit and smashed against the wall, and the stone fell, smashing him to death, but he broke out into a hearty laugh:

"That dark-haired, green-eyed guy? - You say, I'm still here, but he's gone, of course—"

"It's dead by my hands! It's as simple as pinching an ant to death!! ——”

“…… Is it? ”

The sorcerer paused, his palm turning, slowly wiping away the disgusting blood stains from the blade.

Hopefully, what a terrible curse for a sorcerer, it's just a trick of fate to play tricks on people.

Obviously, if you don't want to endure the pain anymore, it's good to die without regrets like this......

Why, do you have to torture him so much?

Nanami Kento raised his head, his eyes numb: "Die." ”

However, before he could finish speaking, what passed through his abdomen was an incomparably sharp stone fragment from the mana manipulation of the other party.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha Have you forgotten that I have spells too? The real person laughed: "Look at your expression, how funny, hahahahaha-human beings are really fun, hahahahaha-"

Before he could finish laughing, the next moment the severely injured sorcerer had his head cut off.

"I'm not going. It's annoying that I didn't kill it last time, and now you want me to clean up the mess. ”

Guan Nanjing carried a uniform bag on his back and said impatiently to the other end of the phone:

"I like to wipe its ass so much, you think it is a son, don't disgust me."

"Jealous?" Qi Suo chuckled lowly.

"I'm not kidding you." Guan Nanjing's voice was extremely calm, and there was even a little ruthlessness in the background sound of the raindrops: "It's a big deal, I'm going to die, it's a big deal, you kill me and create an obedient one, but I don't want to endure disgusting spells and disgusting things-"

"Okay, okay, it's all my mother's fault, if you don't save it, you won't save it, and you're not allowed to talk nonsense. It's just a walk to take a look outside on the way home, okay?"

"Ahh On the other end of the phone, there was a whisper belonging to Xia Youjie's body: "If you meet a spell master who is still alive...... Just kill it. ”

“sos”

After using the only strength he had left, he sent a positioning and default first aid code, and then collapsed on the side of the road outside the sewer mouth with the blood hole in his abdomen, his back against the concrete wall, and slumped on the dirty dirt like a big doll that was about to break. The tent he set up has also collapsed due to the loss of mana, and it is estimated that people outside will soon rush to the rescue, and he should not be able to die.

But not necessarily, there are so many sorcerers who die in the moment before the rescue, and they are just resigned to fate.

He felt that he should take out his phone and use his last strength to tell Satoru Gojo that the resurrected Kannan Mirror was suspected of having been killed twice, but he didn't want to do so. He didn't want to deliver any more new news, and even wanted to abandon his sanity in what might be the last moments of his life, assuming he hadn't heard it.

If you are a dead person, it doesn't matter if you are willful, right? He tilted his head, his sunglasses shattered, and he slipped down, only to let the rain slide down his face. In the early summer, there seemed to be a faint thunder, and the heavy rain should come, just like the memories of the green years. So when the thunder fell again, he returned to the Japanese-style corridor of the dormitory, raised his head, and watched the rain crash on the ground, as if it had formed a snow-white wall outside the corridor.

Gray Plains rushed in in the rain, soaking wet, his big round eyes were closed miserably, and he sneezed all over the place, but he didn't care about himself at all, and was only busy asking:

"Is the mirror back? Oh, it's amazing, he can't get in the rain, he's not in good health......"

"He's with the bastard White Fur, it's fine."

Nanami said so, but he had already lit the stove, hot ginger tea, and kept looking at the temperature.

"The disobedient junior is shouting who is the bastard white hair, ah?"

A crack was torn open in the white wall made of rain, and Xia Youjie jumped out of the mouth of a spell spirit cleanly, and jumped into the corridor lightly (Gray Yuan: worthy of Xia You's senior!). Jumping in after him was Ieri Glass, complaining that her cigarettes were going wet, and asking if there was wine boiling on the stove. Then, behind the curtain that was opened, Gojo Satoru shouted "I want to educate Nanami well......

and the Guannan Mirror he was holding in his hand.

Nature is violent and disorderly, but there are five realizations, and heaven and earth can't hurt his junior brother in the slightest.

To be honest, he doesn't remember what Satoru Gojo looked like at the time, whether he was in his pocket or waving his fists, whether he was wearing sunglasses or not wearing sunglasses, whether he had a hideous expression or a funny expression, and what his companions around him were saying.

The only thing he could remember was the rare sight of Guannanjing, dressed in a solemnly patterned feather hakama, stepping in unhurriedly through the rain curtain. After they entered, Xia Youjie withdrew the spell spirit, and the white wall closed behind him again, like a falling bead curtain. He let go of Gojo Satoru's hand, and the sleeves of his coat suddenly fluttered in the wind, and the dark butterfly pattern faltered.

It's like slow motion.

"We're going to do business, so we're wearing this."

Obviously he didn't say a word, but Guan Nanjing still felt what he was thinking, among so many people, they just looked at him, smiled and put something so light that he couldn't feel it on top of his head, and the fragrance in his sleeves diffused:

"Picked up a leaf the same color as Nanami's hair."

There was a sound of footsteps, forcibly interrupting his immersive memories. Rescue has arrived? Nanami Kento barely opened his eyes and saw the rain walking towards him, was ......

No......

When pigs fly......

At this time, he sat on the ground with his wounds clutched, more than two or three laps taller and stronger than eleven years ago, and his injuries were so serious that he became a haggard and embarrassed adult man. However, the black-haired boy was still exactly the same as he remembered when he first met.

The world is vast, the torrential rain is like a note, and he holds an umbrella and slowly steps through the heavy rain, like a wattle swaying under the water.

Fifteen-year-old Guannan Mirror.

His pupils constricted, and he froze.

"Ahh

The other party stopped just a step in front of him, the bitter fragrance that had not been dispersed for many years fell in the water vapor, and the eyebrows, eyes, lips, and sublabial moles were much clearer than the phantoms he had depicted a thousand times in his memories, like charcoal drawings that had become more and more blurred with the passage of time suddenly turned into realistic oil paint, so vivid and gorgeous that he almost went crazy.

Guan Nanjing propped the umbrella on his head, isolating a small circular world with a crackling bead curtain, and the cold and slender index finger lifted his chin with a light stubble, and took a closer look at his face:

"Ah, there really is...... A sorcerer alive. ”