Chapter 97 Flowers in the Mist
"Who are you?"
There was a coldness in his words that he was not even aware of.
She recognized that this was 'Suguru Geto', but it was not Suguru Geto. Suguru Geto's body was here, but his soul was not here. Her soul and intuition were madly denying the human soul in this body.
"Of course I'm Geto. What's wrong? Haven't you seen me for so long that you don't recognize me?" The fox-like eyebrows were narrowed, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the person in front of him smiled with his eyebrows crooked, like a fox.
He turned his head sideways to avoid Yayoi's fist aimed at his face. His body's instinct made him subconsciously raise his other non-fractured hand to block. Unsurprisingly, he caught the side kick and the bone cracked. The sound resounded clearly in my ears.
Dull pain rushed up to the brain along the nerve ends of his arms, but he still smiled without changing his face.
"Would you like to go have a cup of coffee together? Milk tea is also available. You and Satoru both like sweet things. Coffee without sugar will be too bitter for you." Yayoi looked at the familiar face and smiled crookedly. , as warm and gentle as a stream gurgling through the misty forest in spring.
"Shut up." His response was a punch to the face, hitting the bridge of his nose. "Don't laugh with a Geto face."
There was a 'click', and the sound of cracking bones was too clear in the silent night. The man in monk's robes covered the painful bridge of his nose with one hand, and the bright red blood overflowed between his fingers, splashing onto the soft grass and smearing it. Pieces of dark red appeared one after another.
The man whose nose was broken covered his face, covering his gloomy face with his palms. After a moment, the downward arc of the corners of his mouth rose again, and hoarse and low laughter entered his ears intermittently. It lasted for a while. , the night sky returned to silence.
The cool breeze stirred the lush trees, and the mercury-like moonlight poured into the mountain forest.
"What a miscalculation." The other party took away his hand, not minding the two nosebleeds hanging under his nostrils at all, "Although I know your five senses are very strong."
The man with Suguru Geto's face laughed, and did not forget to give her the most suitable explanation for her ability at present, "It is similar to Toji Fushiguro's Heaven and Curse Binding, but in terms of hearing and perception alone, you are better than He’s so developed that he’s almost like another six-eyes person.”
The old man who has been fighting Liuyan for more than a thousand years has quite a lot of experience in deceiving Liuyan. Since the birth of this generation of Liuyan, he has spent a lot of effort overtly and covertly to collect information about him. The information obtained from the six eyes that were born in the past more than a thousand years can roughly calculate the scope of the six eyes' vision and how to use barrier techniques to hide one's aura.
The consequence of focusing too much on Satoru Gojo is that the red hair is ignored. The memory of Suguru Geto left in this body told him that this red-haired man had abnormally developed senses, was born with strange powers, and had a strange personality and brain circuitry.
After more than ten years of interruption, the information in the memory continued again in 2017. She has been staying with Yuji Itadori for more than ten years without seeing each other. It doesn't take Suguru Geto's memory to know this. The strange strength and powerful five senses of her body have not changed much, but she has inexplicably gained spells and spells. It is impossible for Satoru Gojo to deceive him for more than ten years, so Suguru Geto came to the conclusion that her physique is so special that even six Unable to detect with the eye.
The intelligence stops there.
The old immortal Kensuo, who had been working to deceive the six eyes for more than a thousand years, focused his attention on Yayoi with great interest. The physique that the six eyes could not detect was even rarer than the woman who could conceive a child of a cursed spirit in the Meiji era.
But now is not the time to think about it. His knowledge comes from what he has seen for more than a thousand years, but the methods he can currently use to deal with the enemy exclude the enchantment technique that requires a lot of energy and time to prepare. That is Suguru Geto's own jutsu and taijutsu.
Can not be done.
The deep purple eyes belonging to Suguru Geto flickered, and his gaze fell on Yayoi without moving away.
Satoru Gojo is still nearby, and he will definitely notice him if he uses spells and spells. But if you rely solely on taijutsu, Suguru Geto's taijutsu is indeed the best among martial artists. Even so, if it falls on physical monsters like Toji Fushiguro and Yayoi, being beaten unilaterally is a sure thing.
But her opponent is this red-haired girl, and ordinary methods cannot work on her.
No matter what I think——
Not good.
What responded to his thoughts was the sound of howling wind. The soles of his shoes scraped against the soft grass, and the rushing wind suddenly stopped in front of him.
The huge full moon hung in the dark sky, silently exuding a bone-deep cold, and its red hair fell like curling tongues of fire.
He looked up at the person who jumped up, his dark purple pupils couldn't stop shrinking and trembling, reflecting the clothes hem rising and falling in the night wind before Leng Yue, as well as the legs raised high, and then suddenly, Cut down.
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Boom——
The traces of cracks were like vines growing wantonly. The earth let out an overwhelmed scream and suddenly collapsed and rolled down countless boulders. The soil under the turf was pulled out together with countless tree roots. The cliff hanging above the valley crashed. Collapsed into the moonlight.
The huge sound was like thunder rising from the ground, and the thunderous sound of the mountain collapsing echoed in the lonely night sky.
The flow of information absorbed into the brain by the six eyes from the outside world made Satoru Gojo notice the collapse of the mountain and tense up his nerves. Like a big cat walking in the jungle, it suddenly tensed its back and exposed its fangs. The ferocity was clearly revealed at this moment.
The commotion unsurprisingly aroused Satoru Gojo's vigilance. The soles of his feet that were rubbing Luohu's head paused for a moment. The intuition he had developed over many years made him instinctively withdraw the soles of his shoes that were torturing Luohu. Baihua The blooming flower vines hit the Tianling Cap and fell down.
The white and soft petals, the silvery moonlight smeared on the flower leaves, and the rushing air stirred the soft petals, were so beautiful that they should not appear in front of you at this time.
The huge boulders after the cliff collapsed rolled in the distance, as if a monster living in a no-man's land was awakened from its sleep. The ground under his feet was like a trembling giant, and the huge sound frightened him.
Pieces of sea of flowers surged onto the rich green grassland. Blue flowers and red flowers were crowded together. The white daisies were as white as the flawless moonlight at night. The clustered flowers woven into a gorgeous sea of flowers, spring-like. The beauty and sweetness of flowers filled the air.
The spell that weakens the fighting spirit cannot cover up the magic power rolling in the air. The cliff collapsed with a rumble. Who is the owner of the two magic powers fighting each other in the cliff? The information lumen absorbed by the six eyes has already overwhelmed him. The answer was too clear to tell him clearly.
One share belongs to Yayoi and the other belongs to...Suguru Geto.
He has obviously killed Suguru Geto.
Is someone impersonating Suguru Geto? !
The technique of weakening fighting spirit and relaxing vigilance suddenly shattered in the face of anger and ferocity.
Liaohu, who was buried in the sea of flowers, realized that this was Hua Yu's technique.
The vines that concealed their traces in the night and surrounding vegetation moved silently, like snakes that slithered silently into the darkness. It wasn't until he was pulled up from the ground that Yuji Itadori realized that something was wrapped around his ankle. .
After being hoisted up in the air, his vision reversed sharply like a rapidly rotating camera lens. Where his gaze passed, a tall guy with his left arm tightly wrapped in white cloth appeared. The other person picked up the head among the flowers and vines. At the end is a cursed spirit with a bloody mouth.
Not to mention who would come to a place where birds don't poop in the middle of the night. In this case, only the cursed spirit will appear.
The opponent's ability to hide aura is obviously much better than that of Volcano Head. Compared with Volcano Head's unabashed murderous intent and aura, the guy who has only shown up so far knows how to hide himself without knowing the opponent's strength.
The invisible sharp blade grazed the vines waving in the air and cut them off. Yuji Itadori fell down in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. He grinned in pain and felt that his butt was split into eight pieces.
The cursed spirit that looked like a plant picked up the head that was submerged in the sea of flowers, turned around and wanted to escape. Satoru Gojo moved faster than it, lifted his own blindfold, and formed a seal with one hand, unlike before The demonstrative "Haku" that was playing with Rokuro suddenly shot out, its diameter piercing through the lush trees, like a comet dragging its red tail through the air. , tore through the air, cut through the silver-white moonlight, and struck the fleeing curse spirit.
In the direction hit by "He", the giant tree collapsed on the ground and tilted down, falling heavily, causing a rustling noise everywhere.
At the same time, the battle on the cliff came to an end. A huge curtain of dust covered most of the cliff. The black shadow tore through the heavy dust. The man stepping on the pelican curse carried a thick layer of dust and concealment. The unstoppable smell of blood almost brushed against the cold moon, passing through the sky like an arrow.
What followed was a golden chain that was thrown out. The sharp tip of the chain cut through the air, and the tip of the knife grazed a scarlet bloodstain on the man's face and flew past.
Kensuo, who was almost headshot, tilted his neck to avoid the Vajra blockade that was thrown at him. The beads of sweat from his forehead rolled down along the outline. He controlled the curse spirit under his feet to vibrate his wings, stir up the strong wind, and disappeared into the night like a meteor. among.
The six-eye vision was very good, and Satoru Gojo could clearly see the face of the man flying across the night sky. That was the face of his dead best friend, the best friend he killed with his own hands.
"...Teacher?" The teacher who always liked to talk nonsense remained unusually silent, and Yuji Itadori couldn't help shouting.
The gorgeous flowers are blooming under the night sky, and the petals are scattered to the sky like rain and snow. They are as beautiful as spring and the scenery is bright.
What Yuji Itadori saw was Satoru Gojo's frosty expression.
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After the incident of the cursed spirit sneaking up on Satoru Gojo in the middle of the night, the three of them stood on the edge of an empty mountain road, speechless and choked. In the middle of the night, this was a sparsely populated suburb. Ijichi was taken away by Satoru Gojo. There was no driver or car. Press The only reason is to rely on your own No. 11 bus.
The three people stood on the asphalt road that had been destroyed by the leaking spell. The lava that had not yet dissipated was attached to the mountain, white water vapor evaporated, and the molten rock was filled with bursts of gunpowder smoke.
Satoru Gojo remained silent, looking down at the mess.
Yayoi poked him in the face and told him, "It seems we can only walk back."
Satoru Gojo is like a mallet, lying on the road and letting Yayoi poke him. It is rare to stay quiet and beautiful.
Yuji Itadori: "I have no problem."
"I can summon Ijichi." Satoru Gojo took out his mobile phone.
Yuji Itadori: "..."
What did Mr. Ijichi do wrong?
Yayoi took the phone from him and stuffed it into his pocket, "Mr. Ijichi is not a summoned beast."
"But he is the auxiliary supervisor." Satoru Gojo was both salty and unreasonable. "Isn't the auxiliary supervisor responsible for driving?"
Yuji Itadori: "..."
The little tiger with high emotional intelligence really felt that Mr. Gojo was in a bad mood right now, so he silently lit a pillar of wax for Ijichi.
"Are you tired?" Yayoi asked him.
Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes and answered without thinking, "A little bit."
"Then I'll carry you back." Yayoi was super serious and rolled up his sleeves.
Yuji Itadori:? ? ?
Yuji Itadori stared at the 190+ white cat, then looked at his elder sister who was not even 1.7 meters tall, and asked, is there something wrong with your configuration?
Satoru Gojo paused, and the tall white cat, with Yuji Itadori's beady eyes and confused expression on his face, slowly climbed up Yayoi's shoulders, and rubbed his chin on Yayoi's neck. After that, he put his chin on Yayoi's hair, and the whole cat hung behind Yayoi's back.
Yuji Itadori: "..."
I finally understood that I shouldn't be on the road, I should be under the road!
"Yuji, what are you doing?" Satoru Gojo's voice came from not far away, and the raised voice echoed on the empty road. Yuji Itadori saw the white cat lying on his sister's back from a distance and looked towards him. He waved his hand, "Hurry up, or you will be left here."
Yuji Itadori: "..."
I really don't understand you two.
Yuji Itadori, whose eyes twitched, started to catch up, leaving a trail of steaming white mist and intermittent cries of night owls behind him.
The dark mountains undulated amidst the dark blue curtains. Yayoi was carrying the white cat who was in a bad mood, stepping on the road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Satoru Gojo's arms were wrapped around her neck, and his chin rested on hers. Whirl.
"Yayoi." Satoru Gojo's voice came from above his head, light and airy, as if he was whispering to himself.
"Yeah." Yayoi continued walking. The long road curved forward like a slithering snake.
"I killed Jay."
He spoke cruel words in a gentle voice, with sadness in his words that even he himself could not easily detect.
"Oh." Yayoi said.
"I'm not sad at all." Satoru Gojo said as if he was talking to himself, "That idiot with weird bangs."
"Yeah." Yayoi knew that he was sad, so he suppressed his sadness and pain in a place where others couldn't see.
"He came to me for a cup of coffee before Christmas, and I haven't seen him since," Yayoi said.
"Eh~" Satoru Gojo collapsed on him like a spread cat cake, his voice was muffled, "Oh, that's too much. You secretly went to drink coffee with Jay behind my back. You haven't even gone to drink coffee with me. "Does the coffee taste good?"
"It doesn't taste good at all," Yayoi said. "I added a lot of sugar to it, but it's still bitter."
She thought for a while and said, "Let's go drink milk tea next time. Let's go together."
"Okay." Satoru Gojo buried his nose in her hair, and the sweet orange-flavored soda filled her limbs, dispelling the depression and bitterness hidden in her heart.
"Yayoi." He called again.
"Um."
"Don't leave." He said softly.
"I won't leave," Yayoi said. "If you still want me, I won't leave."
Yayoi felt the arms around her neck tighten a little tighter. She silently carried the cat on her back and stepped on the smooth road with one foot deep and one shallow. There was a clicking sound from behind, and Yuji Itadori followed. Come up.
The three of them finally returned to the high school. The method was discovered by Satoru Gojo's conscience. He finally remembered to use his teleportation technique and pulled on Yayoi. With one hand, he pulled the small hood behind Yuji Itadori's back. The three of them teleported to the high school together. At the basement door, Yuji Itadori seemed to have seen a long-lost relative when he saw the basement door. He sneaked into the basement and picked up the bear that had abused him thousands of times.
When Satoru Gojo returned to the high school, he always felt that he had forgotten something. It wasn't until the cell phone that Yayoi snatched away from his pocket rang with Principal Yaga's life-threatening calls, and the roar of the former class teacher penetrated his eardrums that Satoru Gojo remembered that he was going out. What to do.
Ijichi was forced to drive. At the break of dawn, he came to the high school for the second time. Satoru Gojo, who had not slept all night, groaned and pulled on Yayoi. Ijichi watched helplessly as Yayoi carried the person down the steps and carried the person. He stuffed it into the car and sat in it.
Ijichi: "..."
There's something wrong with this configuration.
Masamichi Yaga, who had been waiting for someone in the residence all night, saw the unscrupulous student lying on Yayoi's body and moaned, and almost tortured the cat on the spot.
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The author has something to say:
Naohua: He was beaten badly, and his head was almost exploded by King Kong's blockade.
Yayoi, a red-haired guy who hits people in the face.
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