The head of the Yuan family does not want to be reincarnated in the Chanyuan

Chapter 133 A Desperate Mission Report

Gojo Satoru sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, his blue eyes were full of impatience, he picked out his ears, as if he wanted to get out the voice that had just entered his ears, the reluctance in his words Overflowing, "what's the matter?"

"Wu, why didn't you answer the phone?" The old voice was full of dissatisfaction, "Do you know that we missed a great opportunity?"

"If this is the case, hang up the phone quickly." Gojo Satoru curled his lips, he could think of what his next sentence would be, nothing more than...

"What's your attitude?" "What's your attitude?"

Gojo Satoru and the person on the phone spoke at the same time, the old voice choked suddenly, and before he could speak, Gojo Satoru elongated his tone and mocked: "Every time it's these clichés, if you don't get tired of it, I'm tired of it." .”

"You... I watched you grow up, and that's how you talk to elders?"

"There are tens or hundreds of people who watched me grow up. Which one are you?" Gojo Satoru said disdainfully, "If you don't tell me, I'll die."

"Wait, do you know what the Chanyuan family has been doing these two days?"

"What does it have to do with me? Could it be that they have taken Wujo home? That is really big news." Wujo Wu looked up at the ceiling and said casually.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" the old voice scolded angrily, "Listen well, the Chanyuan family has sent troops since yesterday to have a final 'decisive battle' with [Q]..."

Speaking of which, the hot spring steamed buns he bought seem to have several flavors that he has not tasted. It is said that there will be strange flavors in them... When the time comes, share them with Shuo and Jie...

"...At this time, we should have already fought with [Q], and the result will come out later. If it weren't for you not answering the phone, our Wutiao family would have been able to get a share of this..."

There is still a [-]-word review... Teacher Ye Moth really, didn't he just go out to play?Definitely find a legitimate reason next time...or maybe just come back before you get caught?

"...It's a good time now, we can only look at the complacent faces of the Chanyuan family..."

Oh, by the way, I don't know the reason for Shuo's situation. Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes. Do you want to check the curse master?

"... Wujo, are you listening?" Wujo Wujo didn't speak for such a long time, and the other side of the phone seemed to realize that he was distracted, and there was a suspicious voice.

"Huh? Huh." Gojo Satoru snorted from his nasal cavity, and said with slack eyes, "You continue."

"You..." Gojo Satoru's attitude suddenly aroused the anger of that voice, "Have you ever thought about the Gojo family! This is what you should do, look at you now..."

"Okay, it's a lot of age, why don't you go to take care of yourself?" Wujo Wu said expressionlessly.

"What did you say?!"

"If I remember correctly, I am the future head of the Wujo family." Wujo Wu straightened his body, resting his left hand on the back of the chair, his blue eyes were penetrating and cold, as if he had withdrawn all emotions at that moment, only The inner part full of "divinity" is left, "What will the Wujo house look like... It's not up to you."

The sound froze for a moment.

"I don't need you to take care of what I want to do." Gojo Satoru stood up and walked into the bathroom, filled the sink with water, and threw the phone into the sink without hanging up the phone, "Call again If you call... I don't think you would like to be stripped of your age and thrown on the street?"

"Gulu Gulu—beep beep—"

The muscles on the face of the old man on the other end of the phone twitched. He squeezed the phone tightly and slammed it to the ground. The people around him fell silent and lowered their heads, not daring to face his furious face.

"What does it look like..." The old man's face was ferocious, his lips moved twice, but he swallowed his words in the end. He looked at the people below and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to say something, he heard something coming from outside. There was a hasty knock on the door, followed by a panicked voice, "Master Si, the battle situation...is out."

Wu Tiaosi said in a deep voice: "Come in." He looked at the subordinate who came in with a blank face and said, "What kind of expression do you have, I told you not to make a fuss when encountering things." Then he reached out and took it the paper in his hand.

Wutiao Temple turned a page, and just glanced at it twice, the expression on his face froze. His fingers left deep marks on the paper, and there seemed to be a slight tremor. He tried hard to hold on. With his own composure, he raised his head and asked, "Is this true?" But if anyone saw his eyes, they would be able to see the unbelievable hidden deep in them.

The subordinate nodded slowly, swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "We are not close to the 'battlefield', but we can see a huge vortex in the sky even from far away..." He said , seemed to think of something, deep horror appeared in his eyes, "Then we dared to approach there after all the movements subsided, and it turned out..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to describe it, and finally squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "... nothing."

"Nothing?" Wu Tiaosi repeated blankly, his brain, which can only turn very fast in certain aspects, seems to be completely unable to accept the meaning of this sentence, "What does this mean?"

"It's just..." The subordinate tried hard to dig out his memory. When the picture appeared, his face turned pale unconsciously, and his body shook greatly, "...no one, no intact building, no sound...only ruins, Blood and broken limbs..." At that moment, his nostrils were even filled with the smell of blood, as if he had entered a slaughterhouse, and everyone who came here could not escape the fate of death.

"Chanyuan family..." Wutiaosi said slowly.

"I didn't see anything." He lowered his head deeply, but he already knew the result in his heart.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, Wujoji sat down on the chair, his old face was buried under the deep shadow, he never thought that the Zenyuan family who had always had the upper hand would fall a big somersault here, Looking at the situation, none of those who wanted to directly attack the [Q] headquarters survived... maybe a few were taken away?

This [Q]... actually really has this strength!Wutiaoji finally paid attention to the power of the curse master that he had never paid attention to before, and regarded it as an existence on the same level as himself, but... Wutiaoji suddenly thought of Wutiaowu's attitude. Could it be said that Wujo knew it a long time ago? Will the Chanyuan family not succeed this time?It really deserves to be called Six Eyes.Wutiao Temple fell into deep admiration for a while.

Gojo Satoru: ...?

Gojo Satoru didn't know what happened, he just threw the phone into the sink in a happy mood, and then went out to find Fu Heishuo and Xia Youjie as if he had got rid of something annoying.As a result, when he came to Fu Heishuo's room, he saw Xia Youjie holding a pen in his mouth with a distressed face, while Fu Heishuo was writing something leisurely.

"Ms. Yemo...do you still leave homework?" Gojo Satoru said solemnly.

"...Although I don't know where your idea came from, but to some extent this is more troublesome than homework, it's a task report." Xia Youjie's eyes were blank, he sat here for a long time, I feel that I have written the cause, process and result of the matter very clearly, but at the last look, there is still a large blank space below... If I had known it earlier, he would have made the distance between the words larger.

"...There is such a thing as a mission report?"

"Of course...wait!" Xia Youjie sat up straight, looked at Gojo Wu with a surprised face and asked, "Did you never write?"

Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought. He slowly remembered that when he was doing the mission for the first time, he seemed to have said something like a "mission report", but he didn't take it to heart at all. I willingly wrote two pens and submitted them, but...

"...It seems that I was beaten back by Teacher Ye Moth and asked me to rewrite it." Gojo Satoru recalled.

"...And then?" Xia Youjie had a bad premonition.

Fu Heishuo withdrew his chair to reserve a place for the two to fight, and he was ready to change the dormitory again.

"And now the first copy is not finished yet." Gojo Satoru said with a smile, walked over to open the refrigerator and took out a box of hot spring steamed buns, opened the packaging bag and took a bite, looking not in a hurry.

Xia Youjie breathed in and out, and he said why the notice he received said that he hoped the three of them could hand in the report together. He also thought about why Wu Mingming didn't accept the task, so why did he have to hand in the report? I never wrote it!

"...Wu, can you tell me about how many reports you haven't written?" Xia Youjie held the pen tightly in his hand, and veins burst out on the back of his hand.

"Who remembers this kind of thing?" Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "Maybe a dozen or twenty?"

"Crack." The pen in Xia Youjie's hand was broken by him, his vision went dark, and he felt that he was not well.He silently glanced at Wujo Wu, pushed the paper in front of him forward, lay down on the bed under the watchful eyes of Wujo Wu and Fu Heishuo, took out a flower from the vase next to him, and held the flower in his hand With his hands folded in front of his chest, a serene smile appeared on his face.

"Go and tell Mr. Ye Moth." Xia Youjie's voice was erratic, as if it came from the sky, "The murderer is Wujo Wu."

"Jie! What's wrong with you? Jie!" Gojo Wu rushed forward, beating Xia Youjie's chest hard with his fist, almost making Xia Youjie spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted, "You But you must not die, I know you want to drag me to be buried with you, but when the time comes, our property will be all cheaper and the real murderer?" He said, holding the hot spring steamed bun (property) firmly in his arms , Rubbed his eyes with his hands, and squeezed out two tears.

"The real murderer" Fu Heishuo:?

Fu Heishuo unhurriedly collected the report written on the desktop and stood up, with a "heart-warming" smile on his face, "Then, now the 'real murderer' is going to flee, I hope you can collect it as soon as possible. Good evidence, like...mission reports and [-]-word reviews."

The bodies of the two people froze at the same time, they jumped up from the bed instantly, one hugged Fu Heishuo's waist from behind, the other trapped his arms and hands, and pushed him back to the seat in a daze.

"Suo~" Wujo Wupu flashed his beautiful eyes, and leaned on Fu Heishuo's knee, holding Fu Heishuo's wrist tightly with both hands, "Am I no longer the person you love the most?"

The corner of Fu Heishuo's mouth twitched, "Speak well to me."

"Suo." Xia Youjie circled his body from behind, his black hair was intertwined, and seemed to be entangled and merged into one body in a trance, "I really can't solve it alone, please help me."

Before Fu Heishuo could speak, the door of their room was opened, and the housekeeper stood stiffly at the door, his brain was shocked in an instant.With a wooden face, she looked at the postures of the three people suspiciously, then took a quick step back and wanted to close the door, and said, "Sorry for the interruption."

"Glass, don't go!" Gojo Goku quickly stretched out a leg to block the door, "You can't just ignore death!"

"If you die, it means that God is finally not blind!" Jia Ruozi's face showed deep despair, "Was there a time when I saw you, did something good happen?"

Home into the glass: Now I regret it, I regret it very much...