The six eyes are indeed not greener than the top of Pinru's head, nor are they black.

Only Hua Yu didn't lie to him, it was indeed blue.

It is not accurate to simply summarize that blue, Guannanjing has never seen such a pair of eyes, as if there is some kind of life independent of life in it, so the stars of the universe circle and parallel in it. This is a pair of super-spec, supernatural eyes, simply possessing divine powers, no wonder you can see things that ordinary humans and spell spirits can't see.

Or maybe he'd seen these eyes, or even seen them very closely, and just forgot. Bound by the prison gates, standing just two steps away from him like a white-haired moth that had been successfully hunted by a spider, his eyes locked tightly on his and Suo's shells, and the loss of control of their emotions was so obvious that they knew them.

Gojo Satoru called Xia Youjie, and found out that it was just a fake in front of him, which is not surprising, they are all spell masters, and it is normal for them to be familiar with each other.

But Satoru Gojo still calls him a junior.

How could it be......

Did he know Xia Youjie before, as well as the "strongest spell master" in front of him? Did they go to the same high school? When did this happen, and when did you lose your memory?

Why did Qi Suo deliberately choose such a shell, he would inherit the memory of the original owner of the body, he should know everything, but he didn't tell him anything......

Kan Nanjing instinctively took a step towards Gojo Satoru, but was easily pressed by the people around him with one hand.

"Really, Jingdu is so genuine, how can you still doubt me?" Qi Suo smiled and removed the sutures on his head, lifted his skull, and laughed: "You guy, you can see through this, how did you do it?" ”

Prior to this moment, he had actually spent the most tempered month of his relationship with Qi Suo.

As the other party wished, Guannan Mirror no longer interacted with anyone or spell spirits, only with him and did things for him.

said that he was doing things, but in fact it was nothing more than returning to the necklace and being taken out by the other party every day to understand his plan. In the course of a month, they stepped on Shibuya at least seven or eight times, and the specific location, time, number of trains, and flow of people were meticulously remembered down to every compartment, staircase, and ventilation pipe on each floor.

Guan Nanjing occasionally comes out, but because he is not in human form, no one will see him. At most, everyone will be stunned by the tall man in the robe standing in the subway station, and look at him a few more times, thinking that he has just run out of the set of "5 to 9: A Handsome Monk Falls in Love with Me", but soon lost his curiosity in the drive of work and hurriedly merged into the crowd.

The crowd is surging, rising and falling wave after wave in the complex and huge underground space. After walking through the platform, they stepped onto the railroad tracks and shuttled along the subway line to the adjacent subway station, like two spiders crawling in the underground urban network.

In fact, it is enough to leave this kind of thing to the spell spirit, and it is clear enough to look at the diagram of the subway, and Guan Nanjing does not understand why Qi Suo has to do it himself.

"Just like a famous general always likes to raise his own horses, and a samurai has to polish his sword with his own hands......" Qi Suo stepped calmly on the railroad tracks, and his soft, rustling footsteps echoed on the four walls, and the sound of the subway whistling gradually came from afar: "I like to decorate my own battlefield, as if I built a comfortable home with my own hands, so that I can safely tell others that you are welcome to come as guests." ”

There was a lamp sweeping to the wall, and the subway was rushing, but he didn't move at all when he stood there, just looked at the Guannan Mirror floating in mid-air, stretched out his hand to him, smiled with his eyebrows, and said gently: "Come to me, baby." ”

The "Strange ......" train slowly slowed down for a while, and the driver contacted the console: "Everything is normal on the track, right?" ”

"Of course, the monitoring is correct, and the vehicle is in complete condition." The other side wondered: "This is the middle of the subway, and there are not even mice, how can it be abnormal." ”

There were no rats, but it felt like someone was just standing there, oh my God...... The driver rubbed his head and apologized, "It's okay, I'm just confirming-"

"It doesn't matter. If you are not in good shape today, you can apply for a shift change......"

In the evening, if nothing happens, he will accompany Nanjing to read and play chess, and occasionally play the ancient pipa. Guan Nanjing's kung fu in listening to the rhythm is very good, but what is bad is the body that belongs to Xia Youjie, and the tune of Qi Suo is not wrong, but it is his skill that is accurate, not Xia Youjie's ears. As he played, he felt something from the past automatically roll through his head.

Of course, it belongs to Xia Youjie's past. What year is this New Year's Day? Anyway, he was probably homeless, and after completing the task with him on a business trip, he was taken home by Xia Youjie. His parents were obviously a little frightened and distressed that their son, who was already an "alien", had brought back another monster, so they spent most of the day going out for a walk, watching Xia Youjie's old school, the game hall he loved to go to, the café where he had dated the girl, and when they came back at night, they would nest in their room and play games together.

In fact, in the last two or three days, they just stay together quietly, like two swallows that retreat into their nests on a snowstorm night to escape the cold, sharing the same pair of headphones, the same song and the same frequency of heartbeat. Guannanjing often fell asleep on the soft quilt, but the headphones were still on. So Xia Youjie didn't move, still lying next to him, only looking at him in a daze for a long time, occasionally gently touching his sideburns.

The memories are so vivid, even the smell and temperature seem to rise together in the music in reality, as if Xia Youjie was not taken away by him, but resurrected through him. But of course, this is impossible, and Qi Suo allows the memories and emotions in his mind to ferment, rolling like a sea, still playing as immobile as a mountain. Until Guannanjing's pale and small palm pressed the back of his hand, and the kitten's paw pressed as if it were a person:

"The sound is out of order."

The palm belonging to Xia Youjie trembled slightly, but in the next second, he regained his calm.

"I haven't touched it for too long, and my hands are raw." He smiled calmly and got up with the pipa in his arms: "Let's still play chess, right?" ”

Shibuya is a game of chess that he has been orchestrating for too long and must want to play well, and Kinso allows himself to fail, but each time he only becomes more focused and fanatically eager to succeed. On the chessboard, he simulated advancing and retreating countless times, the night before he started, in the last game of chess, he rarely switched sides with Guannanjing, and he held white himself, telling him to take black first.

Guan Nanjing played chess at the same level as Qi Suo, and his style was exactly the same, after all, he taught it by hand, and he taught it for many years, although he didn't remember it, but he never really forgot it. So Bai Zi broke through step by step, but he was still a chess match.

Falling out of the first hand is such a fatal thing.

Qi Suo was satisfied. The wind was blowing outside, and the smoke from the incense burner inside the house was still light. Guannan Jingqing died chess, and clicked on a black piece next to the white piece that was trapped in the middle, saying that if this one was also white, the chess game would be alive.

"But it's not." Qi Suo held his cheeks with his hands and smiled: "Black is black, white is white, and the fall will be set, and it will not change." ”

But Guannanjing is not a pawn...... Is it?

At this moment, the discourse on the chessboard was still warm, and he felt a burning pain, but not from the false flesh itself—from the necklace around the necklace of the neck, from the intense pain that was still unwillingly beating in the darkness. The other party's expression was still extremely gentle when he looked at him, his purple eyes were like flawless crystals, his tone was soft, and his palms were warm, as if he didn't understand what he was uncomfortable with:

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Who the hell are you?"

Who am I in your eyes?

This question is not about the brain under the crest, but about the owner of the purple eyes that are glistening with tears, the true owner of this body. At the same time, Satoru Gojo in front of the two of them was saying, "Jie, you guy, how long will you be at the mercy of others!" ——”

Guan Nanjing felt that his soul was trembling, if he really had such a thing - Gojo Satoru looked at him with bright eyes and shouted: "Kagami is also a cosmic-level big fool, how can you forget me!" ——”

It's your own words, it's your wish to the gods and Buddhas, it's what you left me...... Curse.

How can you forget all this so simply?

"Come to me!! Right now!! ——”

The ring on his middle finger tied behind him instantly refracted an extremely strong light under the light, and Qi Suo watched in astonishment as his two arms swayed, letting go of the Guannan mirror and strangling "himself" by the throat hard!!

His pupils trembled, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out his voice: "Don't believe him!" Mirror! Think about what I've said—"

He said that "you are not a waste, not a chess piece, but your mother's most cherished baby", and he also said that "we will never be separated". What Qi Suo said to him could be fulfilled almost 100%, and Guan Nanjing knew that his love was 99.9% true, so he was always very shaken, always instinctively wanting to have maternal love like every child, wanting to hide in his mother's arms.

But no matter how shaken he was, he couldn't ignore the fact that falsehoods and lies had always existed, and even if it was only the size of a pea under the princess's bedding, he could never really believe him.

At this moment, he became more convinced than ever:

Hanging under the other person's neck is his heart.

Thousands of words, why, is unwilling to put his heart ...... Give it back to him?

Moments before Suo summoned a spell spirit to grab him, Kan Nanjing's fingertips touched Gojo Satoru's shoulder and shouted, "Shut up!" Fall with him into the boundless abyss—

Well, not really.

The two of them smashed into the crispy pile of bones, lost their balance and rolled twice like two yo-yos, and stopped because they were knotted with each other's legs. Kan Nanjing could feel that Gojo Satoru was performing some kind of technique that was probably related to attraction, which caused the entire space that had not yet had time to be completely closed to fall like a thousand pounds.

Few people know about the existence of the curse of the prison gate, not only because its function can only be used to seal, but also because it can only seal one person at a time, which has a special sense of chicken ribs, but also because it is a living spell - it is the body of the famous Buddhist master and a generation of sealing masters Yuan Xin Monk thousands of years ago.

Yes, it's the body, not the corpse, and while most people think that he "became" into a curse for some particular reason after death, this is not the case. Glue once lazily gave him an example:

"Can eggs come back to life when they're cooked? No, you cannot. Of course, dead people can only be made into death curses, just as hard-boiled eggs cannot be used to make raw egg bibimbap. So when Genshin was alive, he made himself into a spell. ”

"It can't be." Guan Nanjing held his chin and said: "This is a paradox - when he makes his whole body into a curse, he is already 'dead', he can't live without killing himself, and he can't carry out the purpose of being alive when he can die, how can this be done?"

"It's possible." Qi Suo looked at him and laughed slowly: "Just curse yourself...... Isn't that enough? ”

Kan Nanjing sat up on Gojo Satoru's shoulders, and impatiently shook off the slow skeletons that had been densely encircled and tried to rub against them, and the mana instantly pressed out an inaccessible barrier around him. Monk Genshin's technique was sealing, and when the Prison Gate was completed, there were still many curses sealed in his body, and they had obviously become part of this barrier that could never be broken from within.

Time has stopped here too.

He knew very well the conditions for the opening of the prison gates: either the time was up, or the people inside killed themselves and joined the dense dry bones and became part of them. The "person" here is not even him, but Gojo Satoru who is pressed by him, he is not a human being, no different from the uniform on the other party's body and the ring on his hand, at most it is an inconsequential gift that does not need to be entered in the information.

"Damn." Guan Nanjing frowned and complained, and finally had a more intuitive idea of his impulsive choice: no matter what, it is one thing to want to escape from the crazy mother, and it is another thing to suddenly be imprisoned for a thousand years in prison in order to escape. But he stroked his chest, and found that the link to his heart had not been severed—

Not only because he is definitely still on the edge of the prison gate, but also because he is here, as long as he does not kill himself, he will never die, which is equivalent to getting stuck in some kind of very peculiar bug.

Kesuo had definitely not anticipated this. It's good that Satoru Gojo has a successful seal, but it's another thing to put him inside. There's no way he's going to rush in and kill Guan Nanjing, build a new one, or get him out.

In short, it's embarrassing.

This unexpected joy suddenly made Guannanjing less nervous (...... ）

Gojo Satoru, who seemed to know him, obediently lay down under him as a cushion with an aggrieved face, and reached out and touched his chin extremely lightly with his fingertips, as if he was not quite sure that this face could really be touched: "Who did you learn swear words from?" The ugly brain that stole Jay's body just now? Damn, it's really excessive, teaching other people's juniors some bad things...... Oh. ”

Guan Nanjing didn't know if the mana was still used up, so he wanted to save some use, so he just opened his hand with a click. But then he thought that he seemed to be a high school teacher engaged in teaching and educating people, and the instinct to respect the teacher made him pause, I don't know if the fact that this person had a good relationship with him before made him slow down, and finally just said in embarrassment:

"Please...... Please don't be so frivolous. ”

“…… It's sad, it's so sad that it's about to drop the little pearl. Satoru Gojo pursed his mouth, sipped tighter and tighter, and then faked a cry: "I haven't seen each other for so many years, and the first thing Kagami said to me turned out to be this!" ”

Guan Nanjing hadn't interacted with humans for too long, especially humans who were too lively and didn't play cards according to common sense, and at this time he was a little dumbfounded, and while howling, he lifted him up and moved out of the space so that he could sit up, and arrogantly stretched out an enchantment that was at least the size of a basketball court, and continued to howl and pounce to hug him-

"Wait, please wait...... I ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his face was buried in the soft fabric, and his arms and back were surrounded by powerful arms, and he could faintly feel the heat and fragrance through the fabric...... It's strange, it tastes the same as the incense he lights every day, but he orders Xia Youjie's things.

They really had a good relationship in the past, otherwise how could they even have the same preference for this smell.

But Guan Nanjing still didn't know what his relationship was with them.

Countless skeletons clinged to this semicircular small world, from top to bottom, like a zenith, densely surrounding and staring at the two "people" kneeling in the center facing each other. Satoru Gojo pressed his face against his ears, cheeks, and hair, quietly, silently, for a while, as if he could finally confirm that this was the real temperature, the real touch.

The real view of the south mirror.

Back to ...... in his world.

"Mirror is really stupid......" he buried his face in his neck socket, like a large white-haired cat restrained and coquettish: "In this case, the first sentence should be said: I miss you so much." ”