Chapter 161
Kill them with spirit words!
Dongshu was stunned for a moment, still somewhat unable to react.
Looking into the other person's somewhat shy eyes, which also held the faith that was very common in the Dog Roll family, she suddenly remembered that she had previously given the other person the ability to speak freely.
Indeed, the impression that the other party could only speak rice ball language from the information provided by Sister Zhouzhou was too deep, and she even forgot what she had done.
"Okay." She smiled gently. "I was getting a little bored at home, so I came out to find you, but it seems like you don't have time to play with me."
Dog Curly scratched his head, his gaze wandering.
If I want to have free time, I can.
But it would be too bad to leave all the tasks to be done by the same group at the same time.
"Mentaiko."
If you want to be cautious, you can take a little shortcut.
Dongshu managed to translate it this way. She looked at the child in front of her with some surprise. Apart from his rebellious hair, he seemed like a well-behaved boy in every other way.
She blinked: "Then if you have the chance, you must take me with you!"
According to her speedrun plan, she wouldn't stay in this world for long. After dealing with all the annoying guys, her mission would be complete, and she would have no reason to stay.
After all, if there was nothing wrong, she wouldn't leave the citadel and torture herself by running around everywhere.
"Tuna, tuna!" Dog-Turtle nodded frantically, its purple eyes lighting up.
He was still looking forward to doing something with the deity. Although the clan chief always said that he was very close to the deity when he was a child, those vague memories still made him unable to figure out what that feeling was.
The general impression of the deity worshipped in the clan is that he is mysterious and powerful, but now standing in front of him is a cute and innocent child who is even younger than himself.
“Growing tendons…” His eyes curved into crescents, and he looked very happy.
Dongshu laughed along with him.
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After chatting, the urge to travel everywhere subsided, and Fuyuki, with a lollipop in his mouth, sat down with Gojo Satoru, watching the three people and the panda on the training field.
Before long, her gaze fell on the boy who looked somewhat thin and had dark circles under his eyes.
"Quite perceptive." Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and expertly pulled a lollipop from her pocket. "You're interested in this guy?"
"The aura feels very different."
Fuyuki said directly,
"The world is truly vast and full of wonders."
The aura of the cursed spirit was so powerful, and it relied entirely on the boy's cursed power.
"What's your relationship with him?" Dongshu suddenly noticed something and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a distant relative." Gojo Satoru lifted the hem of his eye patch, his sky-blue eyes fixed intently on Fuyuki. "Don't get any ideas about him."
"Tsk."
Fuyuki didn't even show a hint of disgust.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'making a move on him'? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Having concluded that someone had abducted his best friend before suddenly disappearing, Gojo Satoru patted her shoulder forcefully.
"He is my student now, so don't do anything strange."
This guy is much better at abducting people than he is.
No, he didn't kidnap anyone, so there's no comparison.
"Oh dear, it seems you and your best friend haven't made up in the last few years." Dongshu gloated, thinking it was because she had made Xia Youjie a believer. "He's not running around, and you have legs, why don't you go and talk to him and clear things up? Two grown men have been arguing for ten years."
With her involvement, the relationship between the two should not have been as strained and evasive as it was in the original timeline.
They were just like two awkward kids.
Her only goal was to keep the world in balance, to prevent people from dying, dying, dying...
They're not human traffickers.
After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru remained silent.
Seeing this, Dongshu also quieted down. She looked intently at the children on the field, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and her eyes were filled with a thoughtful expression.
The panda, the dog-roller's child, the Zen-in-the ...
None of them can be described as ordinary.
Suddenly, the rabbit doll in her arms moved. It twisted its neck and nimbly climbed onto Dongshu's shoulder and sat on her head.
"Hey, this little thing." Dongshu raised his hand and patted its head hard. The whole little rabbit was bouncy and fluffy, and although it was made of plush material, it looked like a pudding.
It didn't feel heavy on her head, but it was still something, and she wasn't used to it. She endured it for a moment, and was about to take it off when a force suddenly came from behind her, and she was lifted up by that force.
Fuyuki looked at his toes dangling off the ground: "?"
Looking up again, I saw Gojo Satoru's face, a face that made me want to pop out a thumbs up.
"...What are you doing?"
Gojo Satoru grinned, pulled the rabbit off her and tossed it aside: "I'll take you to a good place."
After saying that, she left her classmates who were still training on the field and quickly left with Dongshu. She closed her eyes and felt as if she had arrived in an unfamiliar place in an instant.
There are walls on all six sides, and the entire space is enclosed.
Dongshu sat on the wooden chair, her hands supporting her knees, and gently swung her legs.
She looked around: "What is this? Is it the little dark room you've been preparing for so long because you couldn't have the one you love?"
She looked it over carefully and clicked her tongue twice: "There aren't even any chains or anything. It's really a substandard little dark room."
Gojo Satoru: "?"
"Huh? What's this 'dark room'? And why are there chains?"
He plopped down opposite Dongshu, took off his blindfold, and the white hair that had been standing up due to the blindfold softly fell down and clung to his cheeks, revealing his beautiful blue eyes to Dongshu.
But the words that came out completely shattered that divine beauty: "Do you want to sentence me to death? It's true that you could chain me up in a room like that, with no room for struggle, it's practically... complete suppression!"
His voice gradually lowered as he spoke, and he rubbed his chin arrogantly, staring at the little god in front of him with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, who seemed to be trapped in the situation he was talking about.
"...Those rotten oranges must be sick."
No matter how many times I hear about people being sentenced to death arbitrarily, it's really... We're supposed to be a society governed by law now, so what's going on? It's still like the old imperial system.
Relying on his own power, he really thought he was an emperor.
"Hmm? You think so too? That's great! Then hurry up and unleash some divine punishment or something to execute them all!"
Upon hearing Fuyuki's words, Gojo Satoru perked up, his eyes widening with excitement.
"A bunch of pedantic and incompetent fools, yet so many people flatter them. It's so annoying to look at them."
"Wow, you're really bold to say that." Dongshu was somewhat surprised by his radical words. "Aren't you afraid that the walls might be overheard and you'll be the one wanted by the police in the next second?"
Gojo Satoru slowly shook his head: "No, this place is very well hidden."
He blinked, a smile playing on his lips:
"But...don't these words align with your own thoughts?"
Dongshu was taken aback, and the smile on his face gradually crumbled. The curve of his lips suddenly flattened, and even his eyes took on a dark glint: "To presume to speculate on the will of God is not something a human should do."
"How could you not know that I wouldn't kill you?"
Her identity was already crystal clear to the other party, so there was no point in pretending to be stupid in such a hidden place.
Fuyuki stared blankly at Gojo Satoru.
"Kill yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force rapidly spread out, then tightly controlled Gojo Satoru's hand upwards, his fingers making a familiar gesture.
The power gathered in the air, immense and terrifying. This power, which could usually annihilate cursed spirits instantly, was now aimed at him.
His strongest body was unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as his body performed a series of movements as the god's words fell.
A glimmer of light gradually appeared in his eyes.
This is the power of the gods.
Words become law.
Even he himself could feel this irresistible feeling.
This is the power that is supported by a clan.
As Gojo Satoru watched his power gather and grow stronger, his gaze lowered and slowly fell on Fuyuki.
A god, exuding an aura of coldness and inhumanity, sat before him, like a meticulously sculpted sculpture, cold and devoid of emotion.
"Aha..."
He chuckled softly.
"This is really interesting."
Fuyuki raised an eyebrow: "Oh."
Instantly, the feeling of being controlled vanished completely.
She was in high spirits, her earlier intimidating aura gone:
"What do you think would happen if I used this power to kill that bunch of rotten oranges?"
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