Chapter 162
The gods who were falsely accused qwq
Fuyuki asked the question with great interest.
"Hmm... I guess I'll feel annoyed."
Gojo Satoru answered in a very serious tone.
"Hmm?" Fuyuki beckoned him to explain in detail.
Gojo Satoru raised his chin:
"It must be incredibly unpleasant to think about not being able to personally crush a rotten orange, right?"
"Wow~" Dongshu immediately clapped her hands in support, her face filled with surprise and shock, and a hint of reverence.
Gojo Satoru tossed his hair in a smug gesture.
"Right?"
The two remained silent for a moment, then burst into laughter simultaneously.
Laughter filled the entire space for a moment.
"You're so arrogant, aren't you?"
"What the hell? What the hell? What are you saying to the strongest Gojo Satoru-sama?!"
"Hmph." Fuyuki crossed her arms, stopping him from getting closer.
"Okay, but I do need you."
She lifted her leg, curled up in the small space of the stool, and blinked.
"Jay's here too, let's team up."
Gojo Satoru paused for a moment: "So how did you lie to him this time?"
"What do you mean by lying?"
Fuyuki is now particularly curious about what kind of misunderstanding occurred between Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke during the ten years he was away, that it could even lead to the topic of kidnapping and deception.
Moreover, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be joking.
"I genuinely invited him, okay?"
She extended her hand to the other person, and the other person took it.
Xia Youjie thus became her follower, and Dong Shu also offered her protection.
From the very beginning, they shattered the other party's original thoughts when they defected, and did not go completely insane like in the original timeline.
Now, she has successfully returned to prevent the other party's death.
In that case, making the other party a part of her plan is, in her view, a kind of equivalent exchange.
Even more directly than what the dog roll family received.
Fuyuki stood up, poked Gojo Satoru's cheek, and said with dissatisfaction:
"Tell me, what exactly happened in your eyes? I feel like I'm being burdened with a huge, dark mess."
"Back then, you were the one who had Jay kill those people and then leave."
Gojo Satoru ignored her mischievous hand, his mind filled with the sorrow of being kidnapped and then reappearing with someone else.
Fuyuki: "?"
I'm innocent!
Who told you that?
“Fukuguro.” Gojo Satoru said with certainty.
"Big or small?"
"The big one."
"You believe him just because he said so?!?!"
Aren't these two enemies? How can you believe everything your enemy says? Hey!
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"...Why have you suddenly become so stupid?"
Dongshu didn't understand.
Gojo Satoru suddenly realized something was wrong.
The two stared at each other with wide eyes.
As this arrogant fellow slowly and deliberately explained, Fuyuki gradually understood.
Good heavens, some muscular, middle-aged man with a twisted sense of humor has successfully used the art of language to portray Fuyuki as a villain who enjoys kidnapping and deceiving people during these boring ten years.
He not only appeared in front of Gojo Satoru at the same time as Natsume, but also spread rumors when it was just the two of them.
It is said that gods need powerful believers, which is why Fuyuki guided Xia Youjie to leave the High School of Spellcasting and gain more power and status.
“I really don’t lack believers.”
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"The Goujuan family is my orthodox believer family. Why would I need to go to such lengths to kidnap other people's children? Am I such a bad person?"
"What kind of image do you all have of me? It's so strange."
She remembered that when she was with Gojo Satoru, her outward appearance could hardly be described as that of a human trafficker, right?
She had been trying her best to pretend to be an ordinary child, but the other party saw through her act in an instant!
The power contained in those beautiful eyes was enough for him to see through a great many things.
"Really?" Gojo Satoru, who had been fooled by Fushiguro Jinji and Natsume Yuki for ten years, looked suspicious when faced with the truth.
"...Take a good look and see if I'm lying to you or not."
The winter tree is weary.
"I don't know." Although he knew that Fuyuki wouldn't lie to him, Gojo Satoru didn't believe that Natsuyuki would lie to him either.
Dongshu didn't want to stare at him anymore, so she sadly looked away, took two steps back, and lay back down in her chair.
She remembered coming to the Jujutsu High School to find a dog-ring machine to play with, and then Gojo Satoru inexplicably brought it up here. She planned to bring him into her plan right then and there, but why has things developed to the point where she has to prove her innocence?!
She felt utterly exhausted, and in this situation, there was simply no way to defend herself!
Although he knew that Fushiguro Jinji must have held a grudge because Gojo Satoru had "killed" him once.
But to ruin her reputation while she was away was fortunate that the Dog Roll family didn't know, otherwise they would definitely have kicked this guy out.
It's because, apart from her being the bad guy, all the other parties involved had already laid out their own logic.
Nobody cares about her reputation as a deity!
Completely! Not!
Besides her adorable little curly puppies, sob sob...
Fuyuki was heartbroken and didn't want to look up and meet Gojo Satoru's gaze. All he could think about was the question, "Really?"
Nobody cares about the truth. These despicable people only care about having fun. Can't they at least have some sympathy for her, a hardworking woman who's been going back and forth searching for people?
She lowered her head, and the air around her seemed to stop, the whole space falling into a frozen atmosphere.
"Hello?"
Fuyuki suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, followed by Gojo Satoru's cautious voice.
"Are you really crying?"
...?
Dongshu's forehead veins bulged.
"You're the one who's crying!"
In an instant, tears welled up in Gojo Satoru's carefully formed eyes.
Gojo Satoru: "?"
"That's so childish. Are you a little kid?"
A beautiful face, filled with resentment, yet forced to shed tears at the same time.
His sentences were never complete, forced into fragments, which made them extremely interesting.
"Why can't it be? Look how much younger I am than you, can't you be a little more considerate?"
"Have you suddenly become disrespectful to your elders?!"
Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't soften her tone at all.
Where exactly are you "old"?
Dongshu glared at him, completely baffled as to how this tall man in his twenties had the nerve to call himself old.
However, this is very much a five-point understanding.
Looking at Zhang's face, which was full of tears yet exuded an air of self-righteousness.
Ugh... the more I look at it, the angrier I get!
The more I look at it, the angrier I get!!!
Dongshu turned her head away, deciding not to look at him.
However, every two seconds that face would turn back to him and say that familiar question: "...Are you really crying?"
Winter Tree: "".
His own face was a mess of tears, yet he still had to shamelessly come and see if she was crying.
Dong Shu gave a forced, insincere smile: "You look really ugly when you cry. Stop crying."
The torrent of tears stopped, but Gojo Satoru's shirt was still soaked with tears.
He blinked, then suddenly reached out and lifted Dongshu up by her armpits like a kitten.
"It's good that you didn't cry, it's good that you didn't cry, otherwise I wouldn't know how to comfort you."
"You had no intention of taking Jay away, you were just lying to me."
"oh."
Fuyuki pushed him away expressionlessly.
"In that case, let's discuss how to get rid of the rotten oranges~ Finally, we can have a big fight!"
"oh."
Fuyuki's face showed increasing disgust, as if she was frightened by the cat's sudden affection after it had previously been indifferent and playful.
She refused in an icy voice:
"Don't wipe your tears on me, I saw what you were doing."
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In short, thanks to Gojo Satoru's loud crying, the matter was resolved perfectly, but this misunderstanding made Fuyuki silently hold a grudge against Fushiguro Jinji in his heart.
Good heavens, how dare they spread such rumors about her! She will absolutely not let them get away with the horse racing money.
No amount of overwhelming power, no matter how powerful the heavens or how tyrannical the ruler, can help.
If a friend comes from afar, though they are far away, I will surely punish them!
Fuyuki was already rubbing his hands together, planning how to inflict real harm on his opponent.
As she pondered, a glint of fire flashing in her eyes, she was suddenly struck twice on the head. The fierceness in her eyes vanished completely. She looked up in confusion and saw Gojo Satoru with one hand in his pocket, bent over and grinning.
"Want to go get dessert? It's on me."
The nine words, tinged with a questioning tone, struck Dongshu's heart with a heavy blow. Her pupils dilated instantly, as if her entire being had been captivated by these simple words.
"Yes, I want it..."
It's completely seducing her by exploiting her weaknesses...
Having been trapped in that space for so, so, so long, and without having enjoyed sweets at Goujuan's house for days, she was practically forgetting what sweets even tasted like. Now, hearing those long-awaited words, "treat me to a meal,"...
Dongshu swallowed hard.
In that instant, she had transformed into a sweet-toothed brain.
Gojo Satoru strode forward, and she followed closely behind, the sound of weeds and snapping branches beneath her feet unable to rouse her from her reverie.
Now, in her eyes, Gojo Satoru is no longer some unrepentant evil god who sees her as a human trafficker; she is now the most beautiful, most sacred, and most great goddess of sweets!
As Fuyuki sat in a pink and charming dessert shop, savoring the alluring and sweet treats, her thoughts slowly returned from that uncontrollable joy.
……hateful.
She chewed as she glared resentfully at Gojo Satoru, who was all smiles.
He then lowered his head, trying to avoid seeing or being bothered, and took a big gulp of cola.
Ah...that feels so good!
It truly lives up to its reputation as a fantastic carbonated beverage; one sip and the stimulating bubbles seem to burst in your throat.
"Is your salary higher now than before? How are those guys paying you?"
Fuyuki asked curiously.
After all, Gojo Satoru is currently the number one sorcerer, and given his own status among the three founding families, even if he goes against those people, his salary will probably still be paid in full.
"Salary?" Gojo Satoru ate a daifuku in one gulp. "Anyway, I can't use it all."
"Why are you concerned about these things? You can never run out of money anyway."
The tone was matter-of-fact.
Fuyuki: "?"
"Your words make me want to punch you."
As expected of a young master from a prominent family, he's right. No matter what's lacking, this young master's food, clothing, and daily necessities will not be lacking.
"You're not really going to make a move, otherwise I definitely wouldn't be standing here anymore." The smug and arrogant Gojo Satoru looked unconvinced.
Fuyuki: "..."
You know you're annoying, right?
"Wow? Really?" Dongshu took a deep breath and suddenly became interested in teasing him. "Then I'll have Jie beat you up. He'll definitely be able to do it."
"Jay is definitely not as good as me. I'm the strongest."
He was confident in his own strength, and didn't care even though he had just been tricked by the gods and was now "crying bitterly".
"Tsk." Fuyuki clicked her tongue and took another bite of the small cake.
"That's not necessarily true."
Mmm, smells good!
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