Chapter 46: Is it fun? Mio Mio

"Got it."

Gojo Satoru lazily replied to Geto Suguru's call. He heard his best friend hesitate for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then asked softly, "Are you really okay?"

In fact, Gojo Satoru likes to turn around and look at Kagura Mio's expression at this time. Then he really enjoyed being rolled his eyes by her, but now he didn't dare to look back.

But the funniest thing is that Liuyan is enough to tell him her current condition.

This is really tricky... Gojo

Satoru was silent for a moment.

Geto Xiayou also paused.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and said with a firm heart: "To be honest, I don't want to get involved in your kind of love affair. But Wu, Mio really--"

"It's really sad, I know."

Gojo Wu said softly.

He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he didn't want to disturb the woman lying silently on the sofa in the living room.

"But Jay, this is a dead end."

"It's been a dead end since the moment Mio's technique got out of control. If I don't do this, will she be imprisoned for eternity or will I have to deal with her personally? We all know that her technique is out of control now, and even if she is imprisoned, her only fate is death." "

It may sound a little arrogant to say that, but there's nothing I can do. This is who I am, and this is the only thing I can do - I have to make sure her life is safe. So I have to do it myself, yes, stab her with the knife, to put an end to the actions of those rotten oranges. This is a dead end, I have no choice."

"But Jay, if there's a chance."

There was a rare hint of fatigue in Gojo Satoru's six eyes under his sunglasses.

He rubbed his brows, with some inexplicable emotion in his tone.

"Even if she hates me and dislikes me, I have to do this."

"She has to be alive first before she can hate me."

The strongest man was like a deflated balloon at that moment. His whole state was like a wilted corn stalk. In addition to fatigue, he was also helpless.

He is the strongest, but even if he is the strongest it is useless - at least at this time, he can't really make her happy.

But, Mio Mio.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes tightly to hide the redness in the corners of his eyes from staying up late to find a solution.

This is the only way I can keep you.

On the other end of the phone, Xia Youjie was leaning back in his office chair. After Gojo Satoru handcuffed Kagura Mio, he took her away and left the rest of the mess to him to deal with.

The black-haired man was speechless due to fatigue and helplessness. He rubbed his sore brows and said in a light tone: "But have you ever thought that if you really choose to imprison Mio, she will--"

She will hate you for the rest of her life.

Something sounded beside his ear, and Gojo Satoru almost immediately turned around to look at Kagura Mio who was standing in front of the sofa.

Afraid that something might happen to her, he hung up the phone with Geto Suguru without a second thought, hurriedly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and strode towards Kagura Mio.

The love security guard whose phone was hung up·Suguru Takeshi: “······”

He didn’t even finish his words, my friend!

After a long sigh, Geto Suguru turned his gaze to the pile of documents in front of him again -

he needed to review and write reports one by one, at least to whitewash Kagura Mio's resume...

"What are you going to do?"

Kagura Mio saw the panic in Gojo Satoru's eyes through his.

For a moment, she thought, he can panic too.

She had clearly seen him panic so many times, she clearly thought that he cared about her too, and she had clearly poured so much effort and trust into him, but why? Why, Gojo Satoru?

Why imprison her?

Why not trust her?

Why would you...betray her?

He said he would always be with her, he said he would face everything with her, but now he just turned around and defected to her?

The corners of her eyes were red as she stared at Gojo Satoru with a calm look on her face. She was quickly peeling the apple with the fruit knife in her hand. She twitched the corners of her mouth slightly and snorted coldly, "Didn't you see? Peeling fruit."

Gojo Satoru then breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew he was in the wrong and was willing to be hated by her, but he didn't want to see her hurt herself.

"What? You don't want to talk anymore?" Kagura Mio watched the last bit of apple peel peeling in front of her, and turned her head slightly to look at Gojo Satoru, with a bit of desperate madness in her eyes.

"Aren't you very talkative, Six-eyed God?"

She slammed the fruit knife on the table with a crisp sound, then lay back, leaning her whole body on the sofa, holding the apple in one hand and looking at it, but she didn't look at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru blinked gently and said, "I have nothing to say."

These words were like the coldest knife stabbing into Kagura Mio's heart.

She couldn't understand—

why?

Why hasn't she been given an explanation until now? What did she lose? What was her panic? What was her dignity and her trust?

She stared at Gojo Satoru blankly until the cold liquid dripped onto the back of her hand and she realized that she was crying.

It turns out she was crying.

Kagura Mio's lips parted slightly, and for a moment she felt strange.

It turns out that Kagura Mio can cry.

Gojo Satoru also realized at this moment -

he had seen Kagura Mio's tears, which were her pain in her dream, but he realized at this moment -

she cried for him.

He made her cry.

Such a strong and stable man, and he made her cry.

For a moment, Gojo Satoru found it absurd and ridiculous.

He obviously wanted to protect her, but he always made her cry.

He stared blankly at the girl he liked, her dull eyes and painful tears. At that moment he felt his heart aching as well, as if something was tightly gripping his heart. He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He is too proud.

His pride was hurting her.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but no words came out.

Come on, Gojo Satoru, you obviously want to tell her, but why can't you say a word?

Until he looked at the pale and haggard woman with extremely tough and painful eyes and said to him in a tone full of resentment and indifference:

"In that case, why did you save me?"

"Did you save me just to humiliate me?"

"Gojo Satoru, you might as well let Geto and I go--"

"······"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

He looked at Kagura Mio, his expression maintaining his usual indifference, but his eyes revealed a pain that could almost be said to have never been seen before.

It was at this moment that Kagura Mio was suddenly stunned.

wrong.

This is not right.

This was not the Gojo Satoru she remembered—

the proud, arrogant, and unruly guy. How could he have an expression that was so close to being extremely sad?

But she was too proud, and her instinct would only make her continue to attack when she was in so much pain, so she said, "Don't make that expression, Wu."

"I'd have thought you really cared about me."

"······"

She spoke so calmly, so indifferently, as if he really didn't care about her.

But, Kagura Mio, don’t you really know how much I care about you?

Gojo Satoru's lips moved.

He wanted to say this, but he couldn't.

He suddenly laughed.

He didn't cry, but there was a little redness at the corners of his eyes.

He smiled, one could even say he was smiling quite happily, shrugged arrogantly, took off his sunglasses, and walked towards Kagura Mio step by step.

Familiar home decoration, panoramic glass dome ceiling, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Tokyo's most luxurious night view, with colorful neon lights in full view.

There is nothing unfamiliar, nothing that does not hurt. For a moment, Kagura Mio was distracted and saw herself and Gojo Satoru standing in front of the open kitchen, eating matcha cakes one bite at a time.

It turns out that those happy days have passed for so long.

"Mio Mio."

Gojo Satoru pinched Kagura Mio's chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look at him.

He was still as handsome as before. He had taken off his sunglasses at some point. His white hair hung down slightly. His beautiful eyes stared at Kagura Mio dangerously and intently.

He said word by word, "You are not concentrating." His enchanting and seductive temperament was like a ritual full of magic and charm, so beautiful that people could not help but be attracted to him.

Kagura Mio felt like he was crazy. Now he actually thought Gojo Satoru was good-looking.

So she sneered, as if to remind herself: "So? Is this the reason why you take away my freedom? Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru stared at Kagura Mio closely.

Those beautiful eyes were full of indifference and opposition.

He sneered and reached out his hand mercilessly -

she dodged without hesitation -

"Heh."

Gojo Satoru grabbed Kagura Mio's calf mercilessly, pulled her towards him, grabbed her ankle, and the temperature of his fingertips brushing against her skin caused a shudder. He smiled and teased her like a madman: "Freedom? Kagura Mio, is this the freedom you want?"

The shackles on her ankles made tiny cracks as his cursed power moved, and then this legendary special-grade cursed tool was crushed in Gojo Satoru's hands just like a piece of glass!

Kagura Mio widened her eyes in surprise!

She raised her eyes to look at Gojo Satoru, only to see that he had slowly stood up, his fingertips left her body without any reluctance, and crushed the remaining powder easily, looking at her with a condescending and indifferent look.

He was still wearing the blue haori, and he looked like the strong and arrogant head of the Gojo family as was rumored. However, he stared at her with a threatening look, which was full of sarcasm and indifference.

"You know it very well that the Kagura family's special-grade cursed tool, the fragment of the Eight-foot Mirror, is used to bind you. But those rotten bastards are completely unaware of this. I searched through all the collections of the Gojo family and the Kagura family, and finally found the special-grade cursed tool 'Mimicry' that is 90% mimicry. It can't fool my six eyes, but it's enough to fool those rotten bastards."

"Guess, my dear Mio."

Gojo Satoru slowly leaned down and caressed Kagura Mio's lips in a whispering tone between lovers.

"When I was pretending to be the emperor and pretending to obey his orders, what were you and Geto Xiayou doing?"

His fingertips climbed up along her waist and abdomen as if he was playing a musical instrument, playing on her body mercilessly.

It was not until her eyes were filled with tears and subtle emotions that Gojo Satoru laughed like crazy as if he was extremely happy: "Are you feeling great, Mio Mio?"

"Gojo Satoru... let me go."

Kagura Mio said through gritting her teeth.

Her brain took in too many high-intensity things at once, and she was a little unable to accept them for a moment -

she didn't understand, was it because of this reason that Wu acted out the scene of cutting off his own arm in front of them? What then of her pain and despair?

She almost suffocated from the feeling of wanting to lose her temper but having no way to do so, and yet he was still licking her ear lightly.

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Why don't you trust me? Is it because you don't trust yourself, Kagura Mio?"

He was clearly smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Is it true that you will only live well if I really tie you up, Mio?"

"You... a lunatic." Kagura Mio's eyes were red, and she could not control the tears she had tried to hold back. Her collapsing spirit finally reached the critical point.

"But Mio Mio."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly, letting their foreheads touch closely.

His breath lingered on the tip of her nose.

"Don't you like crazy people the most?"

"Is it not good for me to be like this?"