After being scummed by four men

The black curtain covering the sky gradually faded away, He Zecheng put away the curtain, and the two DKs behind him were complaining and chatting.

It is now May 2006, 5, just two days after Xiaoman, He Zecheng and the others have already entered the second grade, and today is the first time for the three of them to go on a mission together.

Wujo Wuxia and Youjie were all on missions together before, and He Zecheng was grounded in the high school because of the problem of his mantra being filthy. He was afraid that he would give birth to a new mantra if he took over the mantra.

Not long ago, He Zecheng passed the high-level test and was finally allowed to come out to do the task, but the high-level face didn't look good.

Because he is a member of Gojo Satoru, he is not under their control, which makes these old guys very upset.

He Zecheng put down the gesture of collecting the bill, and listened to Brother Wu complaining that "it's tiring to worry about the weak guy", feeling the sight of his six eyes that couldn't be hindered by wearing sunglasses, which had been veiled in the past six months. , and even slowly scanned his whole body blatantly.

He Zecheng didn't understand what Gojo Satoru was going crazy, and Gojo Satoru never said anything, but those eyes that seemed to be accumulating a storm instinctively made He Zecheng feel dangerous, but he had no clue and no way to do it.

He Zecheng shrank his shoulders uncomfortably. At this moment, he heard Xia Youjie say:

"Enlightenment, helping the weak, defeating the strong, and 'surviving the weak' is what society should be like."

He Zecheng turned around, and he saw Xia Youjie looking down at the core condensed by the ability of the mantra in his hand. His expression was a kind of Buddha-like compassion and tolerance. He heard Xia Youjie conclude:

"Spells exist to protect non-magicians."

Then Gojo Satoru retorted in the next second: "Adding some reasons and responsibilities to the spell is what the weak will do."

He Zecheng watched Xia Youjie's face turn dark all of a sudden, as if he was about to fight Gojo Satoru in the next second, he hurriedly called them to stop just after putting away the tent:

"Brother Wu, Mr. Xia You, let's go..."

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie immediately looked over together.

He Zecheng's brain was in a hurry, and he quickly added: "Let's go to the movies! It seems that we haven't gone to the movies together yet, right?"

However, Xia Youjie, who has always been good-tempered, refused to let this matter go. He turned to He Zecheng and asked, "Then what does He Zecheng think? About the meaning of spells."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips seemingly disinterested, but seeing how he unconsciously pushed down his sunglasses, he obviously wanted to know.

Although in Gojo Satoru's view, this kind of question is meaningless at all, anyway, it doesn't matter if the mantra is meaningful or not, the mantra will not make any difference or change to him.

But he wanted to know He Zecheng better.

He Zecheng hesitated for a moment, and walked over to break up the black core that had condensed in Xia Youjie's hands. Seeing Xia Youjie's dazed expression, he sighed helplessly:

"Don't absorb this kind of low-level curse spirit Xia You, it obviously tastes so bad."

"Try to relax as much as you can."

Gojo Wu nodded in agreement, while Xia Youjie pursed his lips, and withdrew his hand with an unnatural expression.

He Zecheng looked at Xia Youjie and smiled: "When it comes to Mr. Xia You's conclusion, I don't quite agree."

"If this society is really a 'survival of the weak' society, it must be an extremely distorted society."

"The weak take it for granted, the strong are squeezed like slaves, and the protector is helpless because of the protected."

Speaking of which, He Zecheng glanced at Gojo Wu, the six-eyed son, and at Xia Youjie, the only mantra practitioner in the magic world, and said with emotion:

"If this world is such a disgusting and cruel world that persecutes Brother Wu and Xia Youjun who protect me."

"I must wish for it to be destroyed, even if it will destroy myself."

As soon as Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he hugged He Zecheng's shoulders "hahahaha" and said, "Good Zhong Ercheng!"

"Don't worry!" Gojo Satoru hooked the corners of his mouth, his spirits brightened, "With me here, this kind of thing will never happen anyway."

"Like the weak who kidnap the strong, let them rot in the corner."

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly. His heart was pounding because of He Zecheng's words. A scorching heat burned his heart, and he curled his fingers unconsciously.

He sneaked a glance at He Zecheng, the sunlight fell on his hair, illuminating the original dark golden color very clearly, and the double light golden pupils were scary and clear.

He spoke words that were just and holy, but ended in destruction without any salvation.

Xia Youjie was fascinated by this chaos of contradictions.

Xia Youjie did not expect that he would be fascinated by this sense of contradiction.

In the movie theater, Gojo Wujo hugged He Zecheng, and the two of them watched the screen very attentively. Xia Youjie looked at He Zecheng sitting in the middle, and unconsciously touched his earlobe, which was slightly longer than ordinary people , the protruding earrings on the earlobe made him recover from the unconscious attention.

hell!Xia Youjie turned around suddenly in the dark, not looking at the people next to him.

Today is Tuesday, not a rest day, so there are very few people in the cinema, and the entire cinema is empty and quiet, only the occasional film music and chanting, mixed with the vague electronic sound played by the machine, which makes people dizzy sleepy.

The tired Xia Youjie fell asleep unknowingly in this atmosphere.

In this solemn temple, Xia Youjie saw a blond priest with his back turned to him, lowering his head and fiddling with flowers on the altar.

The blond priest was wearing a white linen robe with his right shoulder exposed. Xia Youjie's eyes paused on that white shoulder, and then slowly moved to that slender neck.

"You're here." The blond priest turned around, with a holy indifference on his exquisite face. He held a black rose in his hand, turned slowly, looked at Xia Youjie behind him, and stretched out his hand towards him.

That hand was slender and slender, white and soft, like a light white dove, and the slightly blood-colored fingertips still had a little dew sticking to them, like a lively and lovely bird's beak.

Xia Youjie didn't understand what was going on, so he just stood there silently, ignoring the blond priest.

But the blond priest walked over on his own initiative, and the pure white robe stretched out beautiful lines on his body with his movements. He walked over and took Xia Youjie's hand actively.

Xia Youjie wanted to resist, but was slowly scratched by the fingertips in his palm.

Xia Youjie felt that his heart was pecked gently by the bird's beak.

Somehow, Xia Youjie didn't resist anymore, but let the blond priest lead him to the altar and push/fall on the flowers.

The slender and slender legs of the blond priest straddled his waist and slowly sat on him. Xia Youjie stared at him silently, but unconsciously squeezed the petals under his body.

The blond-haired priest cupped his face, bent his slender and soft neck to kiss him, Xia Youjie's heart was pounding and almost jumped out of his chest, but at this moment, he saw the god statue looking down on them coldly from above.

Xia Youjie felt a little flustered.

"Wait!" Xia Youjie quickly stood up and pressed the blond priest's shoulder.

The blond priest stopped moving, followed his gaze and raised his head slowly, glanced lightly at the image, and then he smiled. He bent his lips as soft as petals towards Xia Youjie, smiling like a rotten flower:

"Don't refuse, I know, you like this."

After all, he gently pushed Xia Youjie's shoulder. The force was so light that it was like a breeze that could barely shake his hair, but Xia Youjie fell down irresistibly and fell into the sea of ​​flowers .

The fragrance surrounded him, the soft petals kissed his skin, and the fragrance wrapped around the tip of his nose. Xia Youjie felt that he was in a trance, and he couldn't help but grab the man's wrist.

The blond priest let him hold him, and then let out a chuckle that was like a veil, and then his body sank slowly, bringing Xia Youjie to another world.

The morning mist in the forest was light, and Xia Youjie fell into a warm and humid swamp in an instant. The swamp slowly engulfed every nerve in his body, making Xia Youjie's scalp numb for a while.

At this time, he heard a burst of twittering, the bird's singing was crisp and soft, intermittent, continuous, joyful and sad.

Xia Youjie felt as if a match had been thrown into his blood, instantly igniting a wildfire.

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his last bit of reason in this chaotic feeling. He viciously grabbed the blond priest's wrist and pulled him forward. He asked shortly:

"who are you?"

Like a god, like a saint, and like a demon.

"Who am I?" There was a flirtatious smile in the hoarse and wet voice, and then the voice came to his ear, and the hot air was blowing on his ear, and said slowly, "I'm peeling Your hypocritical veil, the heart stored here."

As he said that, the blond priest held Xia Youjie's much bigger palm, and led him to touch his shoulder button. He was full of smiles, but there was a kind of malice in it:

"I am your heart that fell into the devil's den."

The snow-white waves splashed out from the reef, leaving and pushing back with the undulating tide, the last picture Xia Youjie saw was the ever-climbing crystal waves rushing towards him...

"Jay is asleep?"

"Mr. Xia You is so tired, almost every time he has to absorb the curse spirit."

"Honestly, Jie is sweating, haha! Daydreaming is still a nightmare! He was so scared like that!"

"Brother Wu, don't laugh, since it's a nightmare, let's wake up Mr. Xia You."

Xia Youjie listened to the muffled voices in his ears, and then he was gently shaken awake.

Looking at the enlarged familiar face in front of him, Xia Youjie suddenly fell backwards in fright, and almost fell off the chair comically.

He Zecheng was also taken aback, and quickly reached out to hold him, but Xia Youjie seemed to be even more shocked, and quickly missed his hand as if avoiding boiling water.

He Zecheng was a little embarrassed.

Although he and Xia Youjie were hiding from each other inexplicably, he really didn't expect Xia Youjie to reject him so subconsciously, even more than he rejected Xia Youjun who had a secret.

Do you just hate him that much?He Zecheng was a little depressed.

Thinking about it carefully, since he got acquainted with Xia Youjie, Xia Youjie really didn't seem to have any other friendly behaviors other than those friendly actions he made based on his original morality.

It seems to be really hated.He Zecheng was a little disappointed, and then he heard Gojo Satoru say:

"Jie, if you're really tired, go back and rest first."

Gojo Gojo put on his sunglasses, crossed his legs, and looked at the screen that had been turned off: "Leave the rest of the tasks to me and Cheng."

Xia Youjie looked at the two people who knew nothing, and just wanted to escape quickly, so he did not refuse, but nodded stiffly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Then quickly fled the scene.

Gojo Satoru and He Zecheng were sitting in the dessert shop. Gojo Satoru had an unreal smile on his face. Looking carefully, it always made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

He Zecheng watched helplessly as Gojo Satoru used a fork to fork the dessert into a mess, but he just refused to eat it, not knowing why he was going crazy again.

"Brother Wu, are you unhappy?" He Zecheng asked with concern.

"No~" Gojo Satoru smiled.

He lied, well, to be precise, he didn't want to admit that he was unhappy.

He is now getting angry like a jk because He Zecheng doesn't understand his preferences at all.

This kind of depression has been going on for half a year, and every time he can't help but get angry about some trivial things, and he becomes very unlike the handsome himself in the past.

He knew that he shouldn't be angry, He Zecheng was originally snatched from the dead Junko Koizumi, and the one He Zecheng was more familiar with and cared about should be Junko Koizumi.

Instead of him who seemed to be in endless heat from the beginning, he refused to listen to people at all, and pulled He Zecheng all day long to be drunk and dreamy, turning the clouds and rains.

The more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to lose his temper, lose his temper with himself, and lose his temper with He Zecheng.

At this moment, he suddenly heard an unbelievable exclamation from He Zecheng on the opposite side:

"Junko!"

The anxiety and longing in that voice made Gojo Gota stand still, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

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