Chapter 38 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 8

Meanwhile, Kyoto

The paper sliding door was pushed open lightly, and the orange corridor light suddenly poured in and then quickly disappeared.

The friction sound came through the diamond-patterned shoji.

The teeth of the wooden clogs scraped against the floor, and the concave curve of the tatami was slowly moving towards me.

"Sir, the person you asked us to look for was not found in that area. Could it be that the six-eyed god from the Gojo family has already handed him over to the high school?"

Following a respectful voice, a black shadow of a haori embroidered with the family crest appeared in front of Kinsuo and knelt down in front of him.

"No. For his peace after death, he will definitely bury him there, unless..."

Juansuo narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the brightly colored cranes on the six-curved screen in front of her knees.

"You mean he harbored a secret affection and didn't get rid of that person?"

"No, according to common sense, that person was raised by the Gojo family after all."

Looking at the cranes with crooked necks that seemed about to break against the gold foil background, Juansuo pulled a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Since he loves that person so much, there's no guarantee he won't have other thoughts. After all, he always does what he wants."

"Oh, even if he really has some intentions, what can he do when facing someone seeking his own death?"

"So what should we do now, my lord?"

Hearing the meaning behind his master's words, the black shadow bowed his head again and asked respectfully.

"Keep investigating. I just don't believe we can't find even a single clue."

Juansuo raised his eyelids and glanced coldly at the figure crawling on the ground.

"Yes. As you command."

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A carved and gilded candlestick hangs high in the Western European-style room, and the velvet carpet is covered with messy drawings.

Geto Xia Yu lowered his eyes and stared at the children running passionately downstairs.

"Hey-Jay!"

"If you keep daydreaming, the cake will collapse into a pancake!"

A sweet trill suddenly pierced the silence.

Geto Suguru turned around and was face to face with the pink cake that was trembling and almost sticking to his face.

The cream decoration shone with a pearly luster under the candlelight, and the cherry was crookedly stuck on the crumbling icing tip, looking like a drunk clown.

The surface of the cake undulated slightly, swaying as if it had life, and two black sugar bead eyes suddenly emerged from the cream waves.

"Ding ding ding ding! I personally prepared this super big surprise for Jay. Isn't Jay super touched?"

A furry white figure peeked half of its face out from behind the pink cake, placed the cake on the table with a smile, and looked down at him proudly.

"Satoru is truly amazing."

A light laugh escaped from Geto's throat, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the white furry head that was lowered and almost buried in his chest.

"I knew Jay would like this! This is my favorite strawberry cake."

Wu raised his head, his little nose raised high, and he looked very proud.

Geto Suguru's smile became even brighter, and he raised his hand to pinch his soft little ears.

"Then you can start making wishes now."

"But Jay is the birthday boy today?"

Wu blinked his big round eyes, his eyes full of anticipation.

"My wish is for the birthday star to fulfill Wu's wish. This is the blessing I want. Will Wu fulfill it?"

The corners of Geto Xia's mouth curved, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Ah, of course I will fulfill Jay's wish, after all, Jay is my best friend."

And my dear friend, my wish is to make you truly laugh in this world.

So Jay, do what you think is right.

With a loud "bang", the colorful balloons exploded, and the colorful confetti flew all over the sky like snowflakes and fell to the ground.

"Satoru, focus!"

Geto Xia Yu shook the empty cannon barrel, and the metal shell reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

Colorful flakes flew everywhere, and fine gold powder fell on Gojo Satoru's gently trembling eyelashes.

There was a half-opened golden paper flower pinned in her white hair, making her look like a cat whose tail had suddenly been grabbed.

Gojo Satoru stood up straight and shook off the confetti stuck to the ends of his hair.

"Jay, have you thought about your apology statement?"

The ribbons were still stuck to the ends of his hair, but the corners of his mouth, stained with confetti, had already curved into a dangerous arc.

Gojo Satoru suddenly swung his hands around and leaned over, grabbing the salute barrel on the sofa. He stretched his legs and arched his waist, as if he was carrying a heavy sniper rifle on his shoulders.

There was a burst of crackling gunfire, followed by the roar of cannons and the flying of sparks.

The whole living room became a mess.

"Oops! Oops! The cake is completely ruined and I haven't even eaten it yet."

With a cry of frustration, Gojo Satoru darted around in the cannon barrel like a monkey. He hid behind the sofa to avoid the rain of fire, clutching his chest as he looked with distress at the cake that had been shattered by his cannon.

"It's okay, Satoru. I can make you a bigger one tomorrow."

Looking at Wu's painful expression, ripples appeared on the corners of Xia Yujie's lips, and the smile slowly spread like ink dripping into clear water, and even his eyebrows and eyes were so gentle that water could be squeezed out of them.

Gojo Satoru was stunned at first, and then a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Gojo Satoru felt like a fire was burning in his chest.

The Five Mountains that had been circling in his mind these days suddenly shattered in the wrinkles at the corners of Geto Suguru's eyes.

He took a few steps forward, hooked his arm around the other person's shoulders, and shouted in an exaggerated voice.

"Jie, you really love me so much, don't you? I love you so much too."

But her fingertips tightened quietly, fearing that this warmth would dissipate like the morning mist.

The tips of Geto Xiayou's ears instantly turned crimson. He raised his hand as if to strike, but his sleeve slipped down, revealing the prayer rope that Gojo Satoru had secretly tied around his wrist.

"I got this from Kiyomizu-dera Temple!" Gojo Satoru tilted his head to block the camera, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear. "I spent a long time choosing it, so you must wear it!"

Xia Yujie was slightly startled, raised his eyes and looked at him, with a hint of soft warmth flowing in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll wear it."

The wind blew through the room, lifting the black hair in front of his forehead, but it couldn't cover up the tenderness growing wildly in his eyes.

Gojo Satoru suddenly came closer, and the end of his hair brushed against Geto Suguru's drooping bangs.

Their breaths intertwined, and a sweet fragrance wrapped in hot air came to his face, but in that bright smiling face, Geto saw a forehead pierced by a sharp blade on the game page.

The pale face with stitches overlapped with the living person in front of him, and he subconsciously raised his hand to press the other person's forehead.

Geto Xia Yu stared at those pure blue eyes, and his throat seemed to have swallowed the cursed jade again, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

He is clearly at the pinnacle of the world of sorcery, and is clearly a six-eyed son of God that only appears once in a century in the world of sorcery, but can't he escape the predetermined fate of a sorcerer?

Geto Suguru's nails dug deep into his palms, and the scene of Gojo Satoru being cut in half kept flashing back in his memory.

He once thought that this ever-outgoing best friend could break all the rules, but the cold reality was like a slap in the face, forcing him to wake up.

Death is the sorcerer's predetermined fate, but what is the meaning of all this?

The laughter in the courtyard suddenly became distant, and only the sound of the swinging wind chimes struck an uneasy rhythm in the silence.