Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Gojo Cat curled his lips at the embarrassed junior, with a trace of inexplicable guilt in his heart, pushed away the Geto Fox with his butt, and reached out to take Nanami Kento.

Wumao: I squeeze, I squeeze, I squeeze squeeze squeeze

Shrimp oil: smiling evil face

He took the initiative to take care of the younger generation, which surprised Xia Yujie and made him look at him with a high opinion.

Ieiri Shoko still wanted to treat Huihara Xiong, and Yega Masamichi looked at the quiet and lonely boy on the dissection table and lowered his eyes.

"Jie, please help this child sort it out and let Gojo Satoru contact his family..." He paused again after realizing the word "orphan" written on the child's information.

"Well... no, wait until Nanami and Huiyuan recover, then you guys can discuss it." Ye Mo Zhengdao sighed slightly, full of regret and pity.

Now there is no need for orders from the top and the killing order from Panxing Sect. The person is gone.

Xia Yujie keenly caught the unfinished words of the homeroom teacher.

family?

He agreed immediately, frowned tiredly, took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and turned back to help the boy tidy up his appearance.

This is undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful boy, Xia Yujie thought carelessly, with his hands on the edge of the dissection table, looking at the boy's appearance wantonly.

Since the Astral Plasma incident, the workload has exceeded the quota. The last mission issued by the top management failed. During this period of time, the workload of him and Gojo Satoru has increased sharply.

He has been working non-stop for many days without a good rest, so he takes advantage of the rare opportunity to have some free time.

Although the negative emotions of the people in the summer increased significantly, which led to a surge in the number of cursed spirits, this was not the reason why he and Gojo Satoru were working non-stop. After all, these tasks were only level 2 or level 1 tasks.

For the two strongest, it's not good enough.

However, the first-year student who was slightly weaker in ability was assigned the special mission of "Land God"...

While thinking about the problem with the recent mission, Geto Xia Yu picked up a clean towel and wiped the body of the boy lying alone on the dissection table.

The black-haired boy, despite his young age, was tall and slender. Under the rolled-up sleeves of his uniform, he revealed his strong and muscular forearms.

The rough, calloused hands that were always used by their master to beat the blood and flesh of the cursed spirits were now holding a white towel and wiping the fair and tender face of the pretty boy with warm water.

The slightly dark skin color of the teenagers who have been exposed to the sun for many years is in stark contrast to the boys who have been locked up in the wards and basements for a long time without seeing the sun.

DK, who is in puberty, has never seen these. Even Gojo, who is always unreliable, will secretly read puberty magazines with him.

"Tsk..." Xia Yujie narrowed his fox eyes and slapped his face with one palm

Calm down! Geto!

The dead are greatest!

He closed his eyes slightly and prepared himself mentally before slowly wiping the bloodstains from Tsukuyomi's mouth.

The white towel slid across the boy's delicate face, revealing his tightly closed eyes, the gloomy and innocent corners of his eyes, his tall and delicate nose, and the corners of his mouth raised in a satisfied smile...

"Why are you laughing?..."

The three-good student Xia Youjie rarely feels helpless. Teacher Ye Mo once said

"There is no such thing as a death without regret for a sorcerer."

in fact

Teacher, you

It seems that what I said is not right...

He carefully wiped the boy's neck, thinking slowly, this person... clearly doesn't have any emotions like "no regrets"

The boy on the dissection table had no fatal injuries on the outside. His expression was relaxed and satisfied, beautiful and peaceful, which reminded him of the storybooks he had read as a child.

It's called...Sleeping Beauty

The fox-eyed boy didn't dare to look at the boy on the stage any more, and hurriedly picked up the basin of water beside him and turned to leave.

But I didn't expect that the button of the uniform I was wiping just now would get tangled up on the boy's torn and snagged striped hospital gown.

When turning around, he accidentally exposed his left shoulder. Xia Youjie cursed himself in his heart, turned back to untie the buttons that were wrapped around him, looked up, and his breath was choked.

A few crescent-shaped scars suddenly appeared on the flawless white shoulders

His thoughts drifted away, and he stood there in a daze with his fists clenched. The hand holding the white towel unconsciously clenched and tightened, and a sharp pain came, dragging him into memories in an instant.

...Crescent-shaped marks...

…white hair…

Red eyes...

Sorcerer...

That was a long time ago. He was only seven or eight years old at the time. His parents rushed him to the hospital because of a high fever at night.

The night in late autumn was still very cold, and the sick child was always extremely fragile. He was willful and was held in his parents' arms with a thick blanket, clamoring for a hamburger.

Even though his mother had packed a large bag of snacks and books before he left, he still felt it was not enough. He indulged himself in the care from his parents without any worries.

In the early hours of the morning, only Xia Yu's family was in the pediatric infusion room. His parents patiently taught his disobedient son

"Mom promises to buy it for you as soon as the store opens in the morning, okay?"

"No! I want to eat now!"

"Jie, Dad knows you're feeling bad right now, so be obedient."

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"Okay, mother-in-law, please find a place to sit down."

"Thank you..."

The people who came were a pair of grandparents. An old woman with gray hair and a slightly hunched body was holding a thin little boy with white hair in her arms. She found a place not far from them in the infusion room and sat down.

The little white-haired boy was held in the arms of the old woman. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that was too big for him. The long, loose hem covered the boy's knees, revealing a pair of legs covered with bruises without socks or shoes.

The loose and wide collar was pulled aside by the white-haired boy's movements, revealing large bruises and bloody nail marks on his shoulders.

Was this... a beating? For doing something wrong?

The soft and sticky boy stretched out his lotus-like little hands and tightly grasped the cloth on the old woman's chest. His face was red due to the high fever and his eyes were tightly closed.

"So beautiful..." The young Geto had never seen such a beautiful child before. He mistook the child's gender and thought it was a princess in a fairy tale book.

Just dressed very strangely

The night in late autumn was very cold. Even if my parents wrapped me tightly in a plush blanket, it was still not enough, not to mention the thin clothes on Tsukuyomi.

The old woman felt the chill and took off her gray cloth coat that had been washed till it turned pale, and wrapped it tightly around the child in her arms.

Years of hard work have shortened her nails, and her hands are thick and bony, like old tree roots. However, the old woman uses her small hands to tightly wrap around the tender white feet of her grandson in her arms.

Xia Yujie was still young and didn't have a deep understanding of the word "suffering". He just pulled his mother's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Mom, why is that kid wearing so little? Isn't he cold?"

What did Geta's mother say at that time?

She didn't seem to say anything, just sighed and touched his head

Xia Yujie didn't understand. The water in the medicine bottle was dripping. After more than an hour, the white-haired little boy opposite woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at this strange world.

This was the first time he had been outside the basement in years.

At this time, Xia Yujie noticed that the bloodshot eyes of the child opposite him were wet with anxiety, and the other white and tender hand that had not received the injection was nervously pulling the hem of the white short-sleeved shirt.

So beautiful... like a ruby...

The older woman had been running around for her grandson all night and was now fast asleep. Xiayou's father also took the time to rest because he had work to do in the morning. Xiayou's mother did not fall asleep and left the infusion room to go to the toilet.

Suddenly, only two children staring at each other were left in the empty infusion room.