Chapter 95 Entering the boatsw
The blazing fire is like a giant beast with its bloody mouth. Even if it is contaminated with a little spark, it is enough to make it burn more and more vigorously.
The flame licks the skin, and the pain is transmitted along the pain nerves throughout the body to the brain. The pain is like an insect eating the bone marrow, spreading along the nerves. The moisture in the skin disappears, the protein solidifies, and the skin tissue becomes hard, brittle, and black. , like dry charcoal, peeling off piece by piece, and a large amount of blood seeped out from the blood vessels.
The respiratory tract is blocked by soot and charcoal. After carbon monoxide poisoning, the carboxyhemoglobin in the blood is overflowing, as if someone has strangled the neck. Breathing becomes a difficult and painful thing, and you quietly feel the blood draining from the body. a feeling of.
Most of the people entangled in the fire did not die from the flames. Before being burned into coke by the fire, carbon monoxide poisoning, excessive blood loss, respiratory obstruction and suffocation, any of which can kill the person first.
This world is more convenient than she imagined. There is no need for candles for lighting. What dances in the lampshade is no longer flame tongues, but light energy converted from electricity. Cooled food can be heated in a microwave oven.
The city made of steel is filled with dazzling neon lights, and open fire has become a dangerous thing that needs to be strictly controlled in the city.
In ancient times, people used flames to illuminate the dangerous night, use them to roast food, and drive away wild animals. It brought convenience but also brought endless disasters.
In the third year of the Mei Dynasty (1657), the famous Furisode Fire occurred in Edo. More than 100,000 people died in this fire caused by a sleeve. The fire lasted for two full days and gave rise to a stronger fire. Fear, even in the Heisei era, fires are not uncommon. Fires caused by leakage caused by improper use of electrical appliances, fires caused by improper handling of chemicals in laboratories.
Human beings cannot live without fire, just like fire is always with human beings.
Maybe it was because she was burned to death, and she instinctively didn't want to see the fire burning.
…
She knew very well that she was dreaming. The torii gate, which was scorched black by the flames, collapsed, and thick snow clouds covered the hazy snow spots.
The Kingdom of Whirlpool is surrounded by the sea on all sides. The wind carries moist water vapor all year round, and there is sufficient rainfall. It is not easy to start a fire.
But if it's man-made, that's a different matter.
There is nothing easier than setting a fire to destroy a country.
Human beings are both cruel and weak creatures. Because of desire and fear, they burned down their hometown, and because of fear of revenge, they are determined to kill every one of their people, including infant babies and decrepit old people. , not letting anyone go, and doing his best to nip the dangerous seedlings in the cradle.
His vision was occupied by hazy snow spots, and the cold wind blew sharply on his body like a knife.
The nerves that convey pain to the brain have lost their original ability, and she cannot feel cold or pain.
But she felt very cold and painful. This winter in the Country of Whirlpool seemed to be colder than last year, and the pain after being burned by the fire seemed to still remain on the body that was burned to a disgraceful state.
The vitality was so arrogant that even though he was burned beyond recognition, his blood vessels were ruptured, and his organs melted, he still could not die, leaving himself alone in the snow to linger.
…
The fragmented memory fragments were scattered in all directions, the vision was cloudy, and the white light gathered and dispersed, as if it was overflowing the river bank with floating reeds.
The chirping of birds brought back the consciousness that was stuck in the past, and the coldness of the snow seemed to still remain in the lungs. After being stunned for a long time, Yayoi heard the even breathing sound, and pressed his forehead against the smooth contours of his body. jaw.
The sound of even breathing hit her eardrums. Yayoi was stunned for a long time before she raised her head. Half of her face was buried in the white cat's pillow, and her silver-white hair stood up restlessly from the soft fabric.
Yayoi looked at him for a long time, and it took a long time for Satoru Gojo to wake up from his sleep with a groan, and the first thing he saw was the red hair with his brows twisted into knots.
"Morning." The sleepy big cat's voice had a strong nasal sound. He raised his chin, squinted his eyes, and rubbed his hair contentedly.
Her abdomen was a little tight, and her slender arms were wrapped around her waist, and her whole body was sunk into the other person's arms. Through the thin clothes, her heartbeat was beating regularly from her chest to her ears.
"Why did you come to my room again?" Yayoi pushed his head.
Satoru Gojo hummed twice, aggrieved, "I can't sleep."
"Can you sleep just by running into my room?" Yayoi wanted to move himself and lie down in a different position, but Satoru Gojo's arms suddenly tightened and his body pressed closer to his body.
"I can fall asleep just by holding you." The big white cat buried the tip of its nose in the thick red hair, and the sweet orange-scented shampoo filled its nasal cavity.
"..."
Yayoi pushed his head without pushing.
Yayoi didn't dare to use too much force to break the man's neck until the cervical vertebrae were fractured and she had to send him to the hospital.
Can't push. Can't push.
Yayoi puffed up his cheeks and heard Satoru Gojo's consciously suppressed laughter. Yayoi was so angry that he wanted to sit up from the bed but was dragged back into bed by Satoru Gojo.
"Sleep a little longer." Satoru Gojo purred twice, like a cat in a happy mood.
"..."
Yayoi stared at the ceiling, which was clean and flat for a long time. After a long while, she took a deep breath.
"It's time to wake up," she reminded Satoru Gojo, "you are the teacher."
The teacher is the gardener who irrigates the flowers, and the flowers of the motherland are still waiting for you to irrigate.
"Let's sleep a little longer~" The white cat clung to her, dragging out a long coquettish voice, "I don't want to get up~"
It's late anyway.
The flowers of the Conjuring High School are not ordinary flowers, they water themselves.
Yayoi: "..."
After being sticky for a long time, Satoru Gojo let her go, reluctantly took his hand away and let her get out of bed.
While looking for clothes in the closet, Yayoi found two sets of strange yet familiar black uniforms hanging in the closet, with wide collars and similar styles to her uniforms. The reason for the familiarity is that the owner of this dress is wearing this dress hanging in front of her, and the reason for the unfamiliarity is that this dress should not appear in her wardrobe.
Yayoi turned to look at the white cat who was sitting on the bed and stretching. When he noticed the look she was looking at, he gave her a morning win, which was playful and cute.
Yayoi: "...Why are your clothes in my closet?"
She was answered by Satoru Gojo's cat, Wink.
Yayoi felt that he was not going to answer her question properly, and asking him to get to the bottom of it would only lead him to take the topic to the other side of the mountain and to the other side of the sea, where he would be fooled and fooled away.
Yayoi looked through the closet again and once again saw several unfamiliar black long-sleeved shirts and two unfamiliar white shirts on the hangers.
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi turned her head, and Satoru Gojo was lying on her side on her bed, with the wide collar of her pajamas sticking diagonally to her skin, revealing her delicate collarbones and white neck. The pupils of the sky were smeared with the light golden sun, and her thick eyes were His eyelashes half covered his gorgeous pupils, he held his chin and looked at her with a smile.
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi broke the jar and pretended not to see it. Anyway, she didn't lack space for a few clothes in her wardrobe.
While brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Satoru Gojo's eyes kept glancing into her neck. Yayoi rinsed her mouth and spit out the foam in her mouth. She felt her neck was cold and shrank her neck.
"What are you looking at me for?" Yayoi took off the towel hanging on the hanger.
"Your neck..." Bai Maomao's eyes lingered on her neck, "Where are the things I left?"
Yayoi:? ? ?
what?
Yayoi held a towel in one hand and raised his other hand to touch the smooth skin on the back of his neck. It took him a long time to realize that he was talking about the tooth marks left yesterday.
"Healed." Yayoi blinked and wiped the water from his face with a towel.
"Healed?" Satoru Gojo paused, his eyes suddenly becoming dangerous.
Yayoi felt a cold feeling on her back, and the feeling of coldness went down her spine and reached her cervical vertebrae one by one.
"That kind of wound will be healed after some sleep." Yayoi replied casually, but her neck felt a bit cold. She touched her neck and found no foreign matter, and the wound had healed as before.
Satoru Gojo put the toothbrush in his hand into the cup and reached out to brush away Yayoi's hair that was scattered on the back of his neck. The skin on his neck was white and smooth, with no trace of any bites.
The big white cat raised his eyebrows. This body's self-healing ability cannot be achieved to this extent even by Heaven and Curse.
The red hair made the skin even whiter and softer. Satoru Gojo paused, and suddenly he was filled with fear. He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took a bite on the clean neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin.
"Why did you bite me again?"
Yayoi burst into tears from the pain and pushed his head to get him to let go. Not only did the other person not let go, he even stuck out his tongue and licked the bite mark.
The warm tongue licks the skin and lingers around. The numbing feeling is like an electric current, flowing through the whole body along the nerve endings.
Strange feeling.
Yayoi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with hair all over his body, and pushed Satoru Gojo's head.
"Yoshi, that's good~" Satoru Gojo let go of his mouth and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. His eyes were curved like thin moon hooks, cunning and dangerous.
Yayoi reached out and touched the back of his neck. Not surprisingly, there were teeth marks on it, "What are you doing?"
Yesterday I bit, and today I bite again. Are you addicted to biting?
Yayoi covered the back of his neck and took several steps back, his face full of vigilance.
Satoru Gojo did not make any mistakes. After washing up in a decent manner, he walked out of the bathroom leisurely.
Yayoi put down the hand covering his neck and looked at the white cat Yuyayouya walking out of the bathroom door with questions on his face.
"Yayoi~" Satoru Gojo turned back, Yayoi's hands went up to his neck, covering his neck tightly, and stared at the white cat full of black water with his beautiful eyes.
Yayoi covered her neck and took a few big steps back, and finally hit the bathroom wall, "What are you doing? Stop biting my neck!"
"I want to change clothes." Satoru Gojo shook the clothes in his hand and blinked with cat-like eyes, "Aren't you going out? It's okay not to go out. I don't mind. We can change together~"
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi ran out of the bathroom as if running for her life.
*
There is still one and a half months until the exchange meeting. The first graders are temporarily led by the second graders for intensive training. In addition to daily training, they will also go out to perform tasks together.
Satoru Gojo went into the basement under the training ground to open a small stove for Yuji Itadori who lived there, and Yayoi went to open a small stove for the first and second graders.
The second-year's close combat ability and physical reflexes are much better than those of the first-year, especially Maki Zenin, who has an innate advantage. Although his spell power is low, his physical fitness is ridiculously stronger than that of ordinary people.
The long stick in his hand split the air and spun out beautiful stick flowers.
The tied ponytail rises and falls. The girl's posture is strong, her movements are flexible, and her lower body is also very stable. After stabilizing her figure easily, she swings the long stick directly over, piercing the air and grazing Yayoi's cheek.
With a powerful blow, the next moment, Yayoi took away the long stick in his hand. The long stick that was taken away hit the ground hard. The hand holding the long stick slid downwards. Maki Zenin instinctively paid attention. The force is concentrated on the stick, neglecting Yayoi itself.
The legs were folded and twisted, and the body was squatting down. The bright red color swayed in the line of sight. The legs were close to the ground and swept towards her lower body, directly sweeping her to the ground. Her eyes were turned upside down, and her pupils reflected the water-like color. Clear sky.
Maki Zenin was lying on the ground in a large shape, the sweat from her forehead sticking her hair and skin together silently, and the underwear under her sportswear was completely soaked with sweat.
"Maki?" Red hair poured down,
Yayoi stretched out his hand towards her, and Maki Zenin slowly took hold of the hand. It was fair and slender, and the arm was also thin, as if it would break with a slight bend, but the palm of her hand was unexpectedly warm.
"Lost." Maki Zenin simply admitted defeat. Between winning and losing, she didn't like the feeling of losing, but she was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.
"You are strong, Maki." Yayoi bent his eyes and smiled as meekly as a cat.
Maki Zenin was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but twitching at the corner of her eye. If she hadn't just fought this guy once, and according to rumors, she was a red-haired red-haired man who beat the heir of the Zenin family viciously, she would have thought he was the guy. What a harmless little kitty.
This face is so deceptive.
The rich tree shadows cast uneven shadows on the grass. The golden light poured down from the simple steps. Megumi Fushiguro zipped up his sportswear and walked down the steps with his tangled sea urchin head propped up.
The playground was bright under the clear sky. Nobara Kugisaki, who was wearing a black uniform, was whipped around in circles by a black and white ball, and screams resounded throughout the playground.
Orange hair was flying in the wind, his vision changed drastically and his head was dizzy. After the scene quieted down, Pangda had already let go, and Nobara was lying limply on the playground like dehydrated noodles.
Maki Zenin threw the stick he took back from Yayoi to Megumi Fushiguro, "Megumi, come and try."
The long stick spun around in his hand, the movement was smooth and unexpectedly smooth. Megumi Fushiguro raised his head and asked, "Maki-senpai, are you sparring with Miss Yayoi?"
"Ah, but it's over." Maki Zenin said, "Yayoi's close range ability is better than mine, so if you come next, your close range ability is too weak."
"By the way, has Ms. Yayoi received special training?" Megumi Fushiguro paused.
It suddenly occurred to me that Yayoi had been living in the world of ordinary people with Yuji Itadori. The latter is a natural gorilla with excellent reaction nerves and strong physical fitness. He only relies on instinct in fighting and can kill cursed spirits even with a cursed weapon in hand. The former's physical fitness and reflexes are very similar to Yuji Itadori's, but he obviously has many more conditions that Yuji Itadori does not have.
"No." Yayoi said, "It must be instinct."
"Huh?" Maki Zenin raised an eyebrow, "Can Ben be able to do this?"
"It's not possible under normal circumstances." Yayoi said, "But this is what Sukarye can do, so I can do it."
Yayoi lowered her head, her eyelashes drooped, casting light shadows under her eyes. She always understood that Sukarye was the origin of everything for her. She was a "container" constructed from Sukarye's original shape.
"Everything I have comes from her."
But it's an imperfect copy.
Maki Zenin's brows knitted into a knot. There were too many unusual things about the woman in front of her. Her intuition told herself that she was not the kind of person who would try to live like someone else.
There is no sadness, no joy. The phrase 'everything about me comes from her' is just stating a fact, which is insignificant but extremely important.
"Megumi, it's about time." Yayoi waved to Megumi Fushiguro.
Maki Zenin watched as the man with his red ponytail tied up high took Megumi Fushiguro's stick and threw him and the stick together.
Maki Zenin: "..."
It must be an illusion.
Megumi Fushiguro: "..."
He hates orangutans.
*
After the training, dusk turned the sky into a dazzling glow, and the golden-red glow weighed down heavily.
Yayoi was tricked by Satoru Gojo again, and she was stuffed into Ijichi's car in a daze. With a click, the car door was closed, and the tall white cat sat down next to her and asked Ijichi to drive.
Ijichi resignedly squeezed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.
The car's engine roared like muffled thunder, the axles rotated, and the car slid onto the mountain road. The green forest and winding road were left behind by the speeding car.
The mountain wind howls on the road in the dark night, and the moon hanging in the night sky is round and cool.
"Where to go?" Yayoi looked at Satoru Gojo who was squeezing her to sit down in confusion. Even if there were four people squeezing into the seat behind the driver's seat, there would be no problem, but this person had to squeeze her to sit down.
"Go talk to the principal." Satoru Gojo replied.
"Then you can go alone." Yayoi said, "I can't help you much."
She is just a red-haired girl who doesn't know anything about anything. She can't talk about anything even if she puts it in front of the principal.
"You are my assistant. The assistant should be by my side anytime and anywhere, bringing tea and water, squeezing my shoulders and sleeping with me." Satoru Gojo blinked his big Kazilan eyes.
Ijichi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, began to cough wildly, and the small space was filled with the violent coughing sounds of the poor migrant workers.
"Ijichi, are you sick?" Satoru Gojo asked coldly.
"No, no, no!" Ijichi cried.
"That's good." Gojo Maomao said that he was a considerate cat, but his next words revealed his true nature, "If you catch a cold, I will kick you out of the car."
Ijichi: "..."
I beg you to be a human being.
The empty mountain forest is quiet and lonely, and the winding road winds forward like a giant snake.
"Yayoi." Satoru Gojo suddenly spoke, his voice low, rarely losing his usual frivolity and immorality, "Get ready to get off the car."
"Oh." You are the biggest cat, Yayoi prepared to get off.
"Ijichi, stop the car." Satoru Gojo said.
The Mercedes-Benz black car stopped on the side of the road, and the mountain wind carried the cry of the night owl and roared over.
Ijichi squeezed the steering wheel, feeling terrified, wondering what Satoru Gojo was up to again.
"You go first." The frivolity and impropriety in his voice came back again. Satoru Gojo put one hand in his pocket and stood still.
"Huh? Really?"
"really."
"Isn't this really a test? If I go, you will beat me, right?" Ijichi said with shame.
"Who do you think I am? Who am I?" Satoru Gojo curled his lips.
Yayoi: "..."
Ijichi: "..."
The problem is that this is who you are!
The two people's complaints strangely overlapped at the same time and place.
"Do I look like someone who would do such a thing?" Satoru Gojo asked Ijichi seriously.
Ijichi... Ijichi's pupils trembled, thinking, "Have you done this kind of thing too few times?" !
"I'm going to beat you up if you don't leave." The cat turned around as fast as a Sichuan opera.
Ijichi hurriedly stepped on the accelerator. The roar of the engine gradually faded away, and the speeding back of the black car seemed to be running away.
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi looked at the white cat who was making a clicking sound with his fingers. The mountain wind howled from the lush branches and leaves, carrying a hot breath, and his reflex nerves became tense at the same time.
The huge full moon hung high in the sky, and the sandy-yellow spotted cloak was torn by the howling wind. The cursed spirit of Mount Fuji above the head rushed straight in the direction of Satoru Gojo and fell down.
Yayoi, whose mobility is faster than his brain power, did not hesitate to pick up Satoru Gojo who was standing leisurely on the road, jumped up and retreated.
Satoru Gojo: "..."
It feels so safe.
The trampled ground was cracked and dented like spider webs, and the aggressive opening greeting came to nothing.
The huge one-eye of Mount Fuji above his head widened, the corners of his mouth opened in a wild arc, revealing dark teeth, and he waved his arms among the rubble.
The temperature around him suddenly rose, and his skin felt like it was burning.
The strong wind tore the bright red hair, the hot magma spewed out, and the flood surged straight ahead like a bursting embankment. The green trees were submerged, and the land was burned black and crisp.
After the smoke dissipated, the ground was left with scorched earth, and the high temperature evaporated the ghostly moisture in the air.
The cursed spirit above Mount Fuji laughed without hiding its arrogance and confidence, "That's all."
"Who are you talking about?"
The mountain wind swept across the messy road, and the thick smoke screen was pushed aside.
The sound of metal rubbing rises and falls, like the ebb and flow of the eternal tide, and the golden chain exudes a soft brilliance, lingering and floating in the air after the gunpowder smoke dissipates.
Luohu saw a red-haired woman and a white-haired man. The golden chains were as flexible as snakes, like a group of snakes guarding treasures, entangled and floating in the air.
Amidst the chaos, the two opponents were intact.
Luo Hu's eyes fell on the golden chain suspended in the air.
The person who made the noise was obviously a man, and the chain obviously belonged to the woman. According to the intelligence, Satoru Gojo is the strongest magician in the magic world today, and the other person is a man.
The owner of the chain had no expression on his face and focused his attention on the curse spirit. The white-haired young man was held in the arms of the female princess. His long legs had nowhere to rest. He waved his hand casually, obviously dissatisfied with the current air quality.
Liuhu: "..."
Humans these days can’t do that.
The one-eyed curse spirit looked at the red-haired woman, then at Satoru Gojo, and sneered disdainfully, "Fake humans! Fake ones are the strongest! Things that lie to women!"
Gojo Cat:? ? ?
Desecrating someone's innocence for no reason? !
Why did he cheat on women?
Why did he deceive Little Red Hair?
He means it! He hasn’t eaten it yet! Why did he lie to Hong Mao? !
Gojo the cat suddenly became angry.
The one-eyed man with the cursed spirit of Mount Fuji above his head watched the white-haired young man jump up, put an arm around the red-haired woman's shoulder, and the red-haired woman bumped into her chest.
Yayoi burst into tears because her nose hurt, and she heard the white cat sneer, "The curse spirits these days are really lacking in education."
Satoru Gojo put his arm around Yayoi's shoulders and said loudly, "We are in pure love!"
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