I lost my memory after making a lifetime promise with 5t5

Nu Lianglu was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The sugar in this dessert is indeed a lethal amount for ordinary people.

If Gojo Satoru finds it delicious, she must relay her brother's words to a certain god who feels that the taste is normal.

Thinking of this in her mind, Nuliang Luyi rubbed her younger brother's hair with her hands again, she tried her best to control the corners of her lips, and made a serious promise: "I won't make 'poison' for you to eat, but I will make delicious food for you .”

"Yeah!" Nuliang Lusheng immediately clapped hands with a group of little monsters and cheered, and became happy again. Then, under the leadership of his sister, he made a sweet and delicious big blessing and distributed them to his parents, the cadres of the Nuliang team, and the monsters.

On the second day, Nura Riku came to Kyoto again in an oboro car with Gojo Satoru's special dessert and his own homework.

Because oboroche is too conspicuous, and at the same time, he is afraid that his grandfather and father will know that he has a conjurer friend, Nu Lianglu let oboche wait in a place far away, and then he regards the rest of the journey as exercise.

In order to prevent the dessert from being deformed and damaged under strenuous exercise, Nuliang Luyi was quite careful along the way, trying to keep the package on his back from rolling up and down as much as possible.

After two simple assisted leaps up the high wall, Nu Lianglu wiped the sweat from her forehead. She just felt that it was not easy to run this trip. is worth it.

The sunlight reflected more golden lights in her golden eyes, interweaving into gorgeous golden feathers, clean, firm and soft.

The big blessing she made last night filled the Nulianggumi with laughter, and she hoped that this gift in her hand could also bring joy to the son of God in this dreary mansion.

Just when she was about to say hello to Gojo Satoru who was sitting in the courtyard as usual, she felt a gust of wind behind her.

Because she covered herself with fear, the other party didn't perceive her, but rushed straight to Gojo Satoru.

It was a short old man with a ferocious and crazy face full of primitive killing intent.

And under him, Nuliang Lu could vaguely see a giant toad-like existence, a bit close to a monster, but compared to the awe and fear from humans attached to monsters, the viscous malice on this monster made slaves Liang Lu was even more disgusted.

Toad has horribly swollen faces on his back, each face is full of lifelessness, and each pair of eyes is abnormally light gray, but their mouths are all speaking with different voices or whispers. or scream or plead:

"It's so painful..."

"Water everywhere, water everywhere!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The shrill and terrifying voice is enough to make people shudder.

Monsters can see curses, but there are few curses in the Ukiyo-e town where the Nuragumi is located. Nura Rikuichi can at most see some weak teenies, and even more powerful curses will be avoided by instinct.

Therefore, it was the first time for her to face a higher level of curse so directly.

I thought some of the monsters in the group looked terrifying, but I didn't expect that they were nothing compared to the curse.

At the same time, the toad spit out black sewage, and a water curtain began to rise around it, isolating the members of the Wutiao family from this small courtyard.

"Gojo Satoru, I know you have no lower limit spells, but once you are covered by water, your no lower limit spells must be activated. How long can you maintain no lower limit when you are eight years old?"

The curse master stood on top of the curse, manipulating the water flow to shoot at Wujo Wujo.

As long as he is covered with water condensed by spells, and then taken away until he can no longer bear death, the reward of 1 million yuan will definitely belong to him!

But what responded to him was Liu Yanzi's murderous eyes.

Just looking at each other, the curse master felt stung by the extreme cold, as if his soul was pierced by this glance.

The Curse Master, whose subordinates had already been stained with a lot of blood, couldn't help but feel a little drummed: How many Curse Masters and curses has this Son of God killed over the years... What kind of thing did the Wutiao family raise?

Wujo Wuli straightened his clothes, completely ignoring the curse master in front of him.

He was used to having cursers and curses appearing before him intent on taking his life.

If everything is according to what he said, then it is indeed true, my brain cannot bear the load of continuous operation without a lower limit, or I will drown or my brain will burn to death.

But he ignored many premises.

One is that he has six eyes and can clearly distinguish 360-degree spell attacks, and he can't hit him;

the other is,

Is he sure he can withstand his own attack?

Gojo Satoru was very impatient. Today was a rare good day to eat dessert, but he was interrupted by a curser.

These curse masters are like flies, buzzing one after another, and there is no way to slap them all clean.

The little conjurer, who was well protected by his family, stood aside with a dessert, probably scared to death...

Although he was dissatisfied with the situation, Gojo Satoru still dodged a few attacks at random, then quickly withdrew and jumped to the eaves.Gathering the blue magic power in his hand, he was about to kill this person on the spot, but found a person standing in front of him.

"Leave it to me, Gojo-kun." She said lightly, with a smile as always, as if it would never be covered by the haze.

At first glance, seeing such a visually striking existence and the extremely powerful pure malice, Nuraru's mind was completely blank.

But before her brain could react, she had already left the temporarily safe place.

When she regained consciousness, she had already pulled out the wooden knife and stood in front of the newly acquainted boy.

After appeasing the other party, she calmed down completely. As the future third generation of the Nuliang Group, only she can make others "fear". If she wants to make her feel intimidated, the other party is still too unqualified.

The real appearance of the slippery ghost is like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water, which is hard to fathom.

The curse master faintly saw a phantom, thinking it was a servant of the Wutiao family, he immediately manipulated the curse to attack.

As soon as he launched the attack, he saw that phantom had appeared at Curse's feet.

The huge curse immediately raised his foot to step on it, but he clearly saw that she had been stepped on, but the curse gave him the feeling that he didn't step on it.

He looked left and right but didn't see that phantom.

At this time, he found that Shi Shiran, the target of the [-] million yuan reward, was already sitting on the porch, looking at him with a half-smile.

He could see clearly, Gojo Satoru wasn't looking at him at all.

In the next second, a heavy blow landed on the back of his head.

After the curse and the water curtain of isolation were eliminated as the curse master lost consciousness, the Wutiao people scrambled to rush in like locusts.

Nu Lianglu, who didn't want to expose himself, covered himself with fear and stood aside to observe.

She originally thought that Wujo Wu's family would be like her family. When Wujo Wu was bullied, they would comfort him softly, give him the warmest hug, and give him the strongest backing.

But what she saw was a group of gray-haired old men surrounded Wujo Gojo, asking "Master Wu" if he was injured with fake smiles that even a child could not fool, and after receiving a positive answer, these adults praised him loudly. Master Wu" was only eight years old and was able to defeat the great achievements of the first-level curse master, and felt that the family's overall prosperity was just around the corner...

Obviously it was "Wujo Wu" who was assassinated, but what they repeated crazily was - "Son of God", "Six Eyes", "Family"...

Among the many figures, the smiling faces full of voice and emotion are like masks embedded in the flesh and blood, which are almost the same as the faces on the cursed body.

Even though it was a sunny spring day, Nura Rikuichi felt the cold like winter.

After Gojo Satoru kicked the others out of the room on the grounds of "tired eyes" again, Nuliang Luyi relieved his fear and sat on the porch with Gojo Satoru.

"I'm better than you." Gojo Satoru looked up at the intact cherry blossom tree. Miko, who was taught by the Gojo family to become the pillar of the family since childhood, couldn't believe that someone would do such a useless thing.

He can clearly solve it with one punch, just let him rush forward.

Standing in front of him as a hero—it's just plain stupid.

Nu Lianglu jumped onto the cherry blossom tree, as if he didn't intend to answer his words: "Fortunately, I hung my schoolbag on the cherry blossom tree first, otherwise you would have nothing to eat today."

Gojo Satoru repeated again, reluctantly: "I am better than you... woo woo woo"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by a big blessing thrown down.

"I'm still older than you!" Nu Lianglu sat back beside Gojo Wu with a smile, "What do children pretend to be the strongest?"

Gojo Satoru was clearly not convinced.He quickly chewed the delicious food that had been stuffed into his mouth, intending to finish the food quickly, and confronted Nuliang Luyi.

But just as he finished eating the big blessing in his mouth, the second big blessing was stuffed into his mouth again.

Facing Nuliang Luyi's smiling face, Gojo Satoru, who always felt that he punched cotton, chose Daifuku between Daifuku and talking.

Although the method is rough, it basically reaches the sweetness that desserts should have.

Gojo Gojo, who is addicted to delicious food, concentrates on eating hard, like a kitten who has to stop cursing when he catches a small dried fish in his mouth.

Nuliang Lu, who was a little nervous at first, breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the "poison" in his brother's mouth has successfully realized his self-worth in Gojo Wu's mouth.

Due to Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique, Nuliang Luyi had to restrain his hand that wanted to rub the opponent's white hair.

"Hey, it doesn't matter for children to rely on older people a little more." She put the box containing Daifuku aside with a smile, indicating that she would not use Daifuku to stop Gojo Wu's mouth.

Gojo Satoru pulled the dessert box over, and his cold voice could easily make people feel mocked: "You?"

"Well, me." Nuliang Luyi nodded vigorously. If the Wutiao tribe is unreliable, even though she is still young, she doesn't mind her little friends relying on her at all.

Seeing Gojo Satoru moved aside in distaste, Nuliang Lu, who felt that his little friend had been wronged, leaned forward, stretched out a finger and waved it, and said in a persuasive way: "We can start with a little trust~"

Gojo Satoru snorted softly and ignored him.

Nuliang Luyi is not frustrated in his heart. After all, Gojo Satoru, a friend, looks like the kind of top-level competition-level cat in the mall. It would be abnormal if he can be raised after feeding a few small desserts.

Seeing Gojo Satoru eating with all his heart, not even noticing the icing on his cheeks, Nu Lianglu, who is used to taking care of his younger brother, couldn't help stretching out his hand.

When the hand really touched the other's warm and soft cheek, Nura Lu realized something, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Wait, what about the agreed no-lower-limit technique?

Compared to Nura Luyi's astonishment, Gojo Gojo's blue eyes, which were already big, stared even wider like copper bells. He shrank back and looked at Nura Luyi, unable to say a word, and seemed to have nothing to say. Such a development was expected.

"Take your hands away, I'll do it myself." The noble and glamorous son of God lightly shook Nuliang Luyi's hand away with his magic power, turned his head stiffly, and then stood up to find a tissue.