Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Chapter 141 Plot + Micro Forum

After the latest episode of Jujutsu Kaisen was updated, the Internet and forums were flooded with updates again.

The curse forum was crashed by the rush to rank!

The person who is known as the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole of the protagonist group!

He is alive!!

"Wuwuwuwu, who understands! My wife, my wife is not dead at all!"

"Every time I see Gojo Satoru and the others take out a photo of the four of them, I cry my eyes out!"

"Speaking of which, they have already cured Jin Jian, but they are hiding it from Ye Mo Zheng Dao and hiding my wife! Ah!"

"I surrender, I surrender, I surrender!"

"I'm sour!"

"What do they want to do?"

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In a secret and dark room.

Tsukuyomi was checked from head to toe by Ieiri Shoko, and there was no loophole. The results were also very optimistic. He was just a little malnourished because he had slept for too long.

The task of taking care of Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi was naturally taken over by the two men, as they did not want to give it to Ieiri Shoko.

When he was taken back, he was carried away by Geto Suguru. They took him to the student dormitory, which was Tsukuyomi's original dormitory.

Ten years later,

Many things have changed, and everything related to the boy has been temporarily sealed and nothing has changed.

But the two of them, who are already in their twenties and twenties, are very different from before in terms of stature and physical strength.

The boy is still so soft,

Young and energetic.

Ten years did not leave much mark on him.

This actually gave them a sense of crisis.

Tsukuyomi was carefully brought back by the two and laid flat on the bed. Gojo Satoru had been paying attention to certain parts of the boy since just now.

Something was wrong—that wasn't his curse power.

The dazzling six eyes dimmed in an instant, even with a hint of gnashing teeth, and the whole person was on the verge of rage - he saw it!

A provocation from another person a thousand years later!!!

The young man lay calmly and peacefully on the bed. At the foot of the bed stood a man with long, ink-splashed hair. There was also a man sitting on the edge of the bed.

Without exception, they all looked at the ignorant boy with greedy eyes.

"Satoru, what's wrong?"

Geto Suguru looked at his best friend whose mood suddenly changed. Why was he still so angry when Tsujimi had been found?

Little did they know that the boy, who had always been cherished and carefully treated by the two, had already been branded by others.

Gojo Satoru climbed onto the bed, picked up the boy and placed him in his arms, then turned the boy's neck over.

With his six eyes, he can clearly see the marks on the boy's body, and can control the cursed power in minute detail, using a language that only those with six eyes can understand!

Young six-eyed creatures are always naughty and disobedient.

They will use these tiny magical powers that only the six eyes can capture to form "words" that only they can see.

There are countless places in the Gojo family that have been repeatedly marked by generations of six-eyed people.

They even created a wordless book for each six-eyed master to study, which recorded in detail their experiences as the head of the family, their personal connections, and management matters that needed attention.

When Gojo Satoru was young, he would also use this little trick to secretly prank some elders.

But—he had never overstepped his bounds! He had never marked a young man in this way without his consent!

who is it!

Six eyes?!

Who is it!

The six eyes flashed with a dangerous blue light, and the cold gaze was locked on the boy, like a hunter locking onto his prey.

"My Tsunami..."

Not clean anymore.

Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, his eyes were cold as if he wanted to kill someone: "Tsumimi was marked by the other six eyes."

Geto Xiayou's face suddenly darkened, as if a storm was about to come. He raised his eyelids slightly, and his eyes were shrouded in a silent anger, as if he did not trust him.

The two close friends, who always stood on the same front, had a good relationship, but now they felt a little strange.

Geto Xia Yu curled his eyes, pulled the boy from Gojo Satoru's arms, and spoke slowly, "Really? Satoru means... besides you, there are other six-eyed people born?"

Gojo Satoru saw that his long-time friend clearly distrusted him and scratched his hair in frustration, "I already told you it wasn't me!"

"Why do I remember that there can only be one Rokugan at a time?" Xia Youjie said with a smile, without any doubt or anger, but the hand holding the boy tightened.

Not giving an inch.

"tsk"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and calmed down a little after hearing that.

The two men's eyes met silently in the air for a while, and finally they both took a step back.

Even close friends who have formed an alliance do not want to give in in front of their loved ones. Before they are clear about their feelings and have not found the other party,

They are the closest comrades-in-arms.

but……

How can one person feed so many wolves, tigers and leopards who covet him?

Obviously, they are both the most powerful in the world, so who is inferior to whom?

"I'll go back and look up some information," Gojo Satoru said, looking away irritably. "You keep an eye on him. I'll come back later."

Geto Suguru didn't answer, but just smiled. He was always gentle, no matter who he was with.

Wouldn't he have done that if Gojo Satoru hadn't mentioned it?

"Ugh……"

Geto Xia Yu hugged the person he had lost and found again tightly in his arms and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It's his.

He was here first.

The force of the restraint was so strong that the boy could feel it even in his sleep and frowned slightly.

The greed and obsession that had been suppressed for a long time grew wildly like vines and could no longer be restrained.

At the age of twenty-eight or twenty-nine, Geto Suguru has integrated the memories of his previous life and has grown into an excellent and patient hunter.

He is good at disguise and will lure his prey step by step into the cell he carefully built.

And now the prey he most desired was lying quietly in his arms.

It's well-behaved and easy to handle.

The large hand covered with blue veins and thick calluses pressed tightly against the soft spot...

Wandering...

He didn't dare to go too far with his little god.

I only dare to do it in the dead of night when no one is paying attention.

When you feel extremely horny, lick it and play with that delicious little cake.

He didn't dare to "blaspheme" the gods...