The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Chapter 39

Ling Yao always ate at home, the only time she ate out was when Gojo Satoru invited her to eat.

So, when Ling Yao locked the door and went downstairs with her small purse in hand, her eyes were still on the screen of her phone, searching for delicious food in Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru settled the kitten down, and the kitten lay down obediently, in a snow-white ball, with its head and tail curled up into a ball, and it began to sleep with its eyes closed.

Only then did she come out, seeing that Ling Yao was still searching on her phone with her head down, she directly swiped her phone.

Ling Yao looked up, "Wait a minute, I'll find it soon..."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "There's no need to look for it, I'll take you there directly."

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru arrived at the bustling commercial center with a bell.

Then... unceremoniously ordered a lot of this and that on the menu, and then handed the menu to the waiter with great satisfaction.

The waiter saw that the dishes ordered here were the most expensive in the store, and thought that this was a big deal, so he left with the menu in his hands with a smile on his face, and even said "please wait a moment" before leaving with a light wind of.

Then, Gojo Satoru supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Ling Yao with a gloomy expression, "How about it? It shouldn't be too much for me to eat, right?"

Gojo Satoru knew how much money was in her wallet with a glance.

So, when he was ordering food, he calculated carefully, and just happened to spend all the pocket money saved in Ling Yao's wallet, leaving nothing left.

Ling Yao still didn't know that Wutiaowu ordered dishes according to her wallet balance on purpose, but she was very depressed. Although the things Wutiaowu ordered were expensive, it wasn't that she couldn't afford them, but there was no balance left.

Facing Gojo Gojo's brilliant smiling eyes, Ling Yao became even more depressed, "...it's too much."

Who knows, Gojo Satoru smiled even brighter, "How can it be? Is it because the wallet is not enough? If not, I can come—"

"...enough."

It is because it is enough that it is more depressed.

Totally spent...

Gojo Satoru looked reassured, and nodded again and again, "As long as it's enough, it's enough, then I'll just be responsible for eating it—?"

"……Um."

The food was served quickly, and the waiter set up all the dishes.

Gojo Satoru started directly, not polite to Ling Yao at all.When he was full, Ling Yao was still sipping soup, and the things in front of him were barely moved.

He bit the straw, watched the bell shake to eat, and thought it was incredible, "Why are you eating so slowly?"

Ling Yao raised her head when she heard the words, looked at the tableware in front of her, and then at the food that Gojo Wuna had almost finished eating, "I... When I was young, someone taught me to eat in small bites and chew You can only swallow it ten times, and you can’t talk when there is food in your mouth, so I always eat like this.”

Gojo Satoru felt even more unbelievable: "Is your Zongxiang eating so rigidly?"

"Ah...it's not Munakata. Someone taught me this way when I was very young. I don't remember it anymore, but the habit has been maintained like this. My mother also said that this habit is very good. Eating slowly will not hurt my stomach, so I just eat it slowly. No change."

"It's a habit with the group of old men at the top who can only talk about the truth."

Gojo Satoru sneered.

It's all about complaining, but he didn't rush, just sat quietly, propped his head on one hand, and lazily watched Ling Yao eat.

She ate very slowly and took small bites. Although she complained about her habit of being like those old men, she actually looked like the kitten she just picked up, eating seriously with her head down.

Until the phone in my pocket kept vibrating.

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and looked, it was the phone number of Jia Ruzizi.

He picked it up, Jiaguozi spoke very quickly, but this did not prevent him from understanding what Jiaguozi said.

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru put away the phone, "The bell rings, are you full?"

Ling Yao bit an egg dumpling, nodded, "Well, it's almost there."

Then, she saw Gojo Gojo quickly paid the bill, and picked up the milk she hadn't finished drinking on the table and stuffed it into her hand, and carried her out of the store.

Holding the milk, Ling Yao looked up at Gojo Satoru, and probably guessed something, "Did someone have an accident?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to be a level-[-] spell spirit task that could be solved easily, but a level-[-] spell spirit unexpectedly appeared. Now the casualties are heavy, and Nitzi's treatment is too busy."

After a few seconds, I arrived at the High School of Magic.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the door, the situation was more urgent, and his words were more concise: "Go in from here, go straight, you have been here last time, you should remember the way to the medical room, right?"

Ling Yao nodded, "I remember."

"Go to the medical room to save people."

The situation was urgent, Gojo Satoru put away his usual lazy attitude, turned around and was about to leave, but felt something tied to him by the corner of his clothes.

He lowered his head, it was Ling Yao who was tugging at the corner of his clothes, raised his face, and asked in a low voice: "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I'm going to solve the situation on the side of the curse spirit. The task is temporarily handed over to me."

"Is the first-level curse spirit very dangerous?"

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, rubbed the top of her head, and gave a thumbs up, "Don't worry about me, I'll tell you again—"

"I, yes, most..."

"You are the strongest." Ling Yao picked up Gojo Satoru's words, after thinking for a while, she put down the hem of her clothes, "Then I'll wait here for you to come back."

After she finished speaking, she quickly ran towards the entrance of the High School of Conjuration.

The night wind blows slowly, the sky has already fallen into the night after dusk, and the street lights at the entrance of the High School of Magic Art are not particularly dazzling and bright.

Ling Yao's figure quickly disappeared into the dim light.

Gojo Satoru then looked back, cast a spell and left the high school.

Ling Yao still remembered the way to the medical room.

When she found the medical room, she smelled blood and a burnt body before opening the door, which was very unpleasant.

She knocked on the door, and after a while, someone opened the door.

The light leaked from the door, and Ling Yao could clearly see the person who opened the door.

The other person was tall, she raised her head, and from the other person's subtle expression, she recognized a kind of indescribable sadness and heaviness, and...remorse?

Very mixed emotions.

However, the moment the other party saw her, that emotion seemed to dissipate a little, and he called out her name in a daze, "Jingying?"

"Well, it's me."

Xia Youjie opened the door wider for her to come in.

The medical room was brightly lit, and she stepped in from the darkness. At this moment, Xia Youjie asked, "Did Wu bring you here?"

"Ah."

"It's great that you came." Xia Youjie led her into the inner compartment, put his hand on the door, and was about to push the door to enter, but suddenly realized that the casualties inside were very bloody, so the movement of pushing the door stopped. He bowed his head and said to Ling Yao: "The casualties are very serious, not only our juniors, but also other magicians were brought back together."

That's all he said, Ling Yao thought he was worried that he wouldn't be able to save him, so he assured him: "It doesn't matter, as long as it can be saved, I can save it."

Xia Youjie said slowly, "I mean... there might be some blood, are you afraid?"

It turned out to be this one.Ling Yao smiled, "It's okay, it won't."

Xia Youjie pushed open the door, and Ling Yao could see clearly what was going on inside.

This time it wasn't just blood and broken limbs, there were even extensive burns. Some parts had been scorched, and the original shape of the human body could not be seen clearly.

Overhead was the pale light of the medical room.

When the light fell, Jiarui Nitzi was concentrating on healing, but she was making very slow progress alone, especially the person she was concentrating on healing, Ling Yao had already seen it clearly at a glance, that person was dead, without any signs of life .

The art of bringing in nitrous was over, and the lying person still showed no signs of recovery.

She pounded on the edge of the table, pained and self-reproached.

"Let me do it." Ling Yao walked over.

Jia Ruozi noticed the bell ringing after Xia Youjie came in, and then saw the familiar Liuying flying from her palm. In this medical room with heavy casualties, these Liuying seemed to be alive. Glittering and flashing.

After Ling Yao saved everyone, she turned around and found that Xia Youjie was no longer in the medical room.

The wounded, comatose, and even dead people woke up and could no longer remember the pain of their own death. In the slightly crowded medical room, they were busier than before asking about the current situation.

Ling Yao quietly walked out of the medical room.

She has only been to the High School of Conjuration once, and she is not familiar with it at all, so she can only walk slowly along the road.

As the location is located on the outskirts of the city, there are no noisy voices and roaring cars, and it seems to be so quiet that you can hear the insects among the trees and grass.

The evening wind that is gradually entering the summer brings a little heat, and blows melodiously, making it a little more dull.

Finally, the leaves above his head rustled, and the bell found Xia Youjie on the tree trunk above his head.

He heard footsteps in the distance.

When he heard the sound of the bell stopping, he opened his mouth lightly, "Are you looking for me?"

Ling shook her head, looked at Xia Youjie on the tree, "Yes."

Xia Youjie jumped down lightly, and walked in front of her from the shadow of the tree. The street lamp illuminated him.

He smiled faintly at her, "Are you worried about Wu?"

"……Um."

"Don't worry, it's just a first-level spell spirit. It's really dangerous for the juniors who haven't become first-level magicians, but to Wu, it's just a first-level spell." Xia Youjie gave her With a smile, his tone was light, "What's more, he is the strongest."

"He told me that too, but I don't know why he is the strongest?"

"This." Xia Youjie looked away, and he smiled faintly, "Since this summer, he has become the strongest. He seems to have never used no lower limit spells in front of you, right?"

Ling Yao looked blank, "Is it a very powerful technique?"

"It looks like you don't know anything, it seems that it was solved in front of you." Xia Youjie smiled slightly, "When he comes back, ask him personally."

Ling Yao nodded half-understanding, "Okay."

Xia Youjie walked slowly, "Go and sit inside and wait, with Wu's strength, he will be back soon, don't worry."

Ling Yao followed Xia Youjie's footsteps, hesitated for a while, and whispered, "Actually... I have something to tell you."

Xia Youjie's footsteps stopped, and he stopped in place, with a slight astonishment on his face.

After a while, he smiled slowly, "Speak, I will listen."

"Actually, I don't really know what I want to say, but I feel that you don't seem very happy." She paused, "Is it because the younger generation was injured?"

The night wind blows slowly.

Rolling up Xia Youjie's long hair around his ear, blowing it slightly.

His expression didn't change. After a long time, he smiled at her. He stepped up again and said, "It can be understood in this way. Don't worry about it."

"Is that so..." Ling Yao quickly followed his footsteps.

Xia Youjie didn't answer her again.

His footsteps were very slow, and Ling Yao was able to keep up with the speed behind him.The branches and leaves above the head were rustling, accompanied by the melodious night wind, the heat in the air seemed a little dull.

Xia Youjie was not heading back to the medical room.

The long stone road under the feet leads to the unknown end, only the dim moon above the head, and the dim and blurred lights in the distance.

Half of his figure seemed to be hidden in the darkness, only a faint outline.

Finally, in a small empty playground, Xia Youjie stopped in his tracks.

He slightly raised his head, with the thin moonlight above his head, and said slowly: "A year ago, Wu and I had a mission to protect a girl, but in the end, she died, right in front of my eyes."

He lowered his eyes, the softness in his eyes faded, as indifferent as the thin moonlight at this time.

He looked at Ling Yao, "In the following year, Enlightenment became the strongest, but I gradually had such and such moments of confusion. Is the duty of the strong really meaningful?"

After a while, he saw Ling Yao's dazed eyes.

He smiled, "Forget it, you are too young to understand these things."

"...Is there any?"

Then, a firefly flew past Xia Youjie's eyes.

Like silver and crystal, and like life, it deliberately stopped in front of Xia Youjie's eyes.

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, stretched out his finger, and the Liuying stopped at his fingertip.

In the gentle evening breeze under the moonlight, Ling Yao said slowly and word by word, "No one is sure what I mean, but this is my duty."

"Munakata once told me that getting affirmation and being denied will be more painful than no one affirms at the beginning, so the meaning of being firm at the beginning is not for anyone, just because you can do it."

"If one day, the person who once affirmed my meaning disappears, or no longer affirms me, I will still do these things. Not everyone can find the meaning of their existence, but once they find it, then don't doubt it. "

Ling Yao spoke clearly and crisply, and more fireflies flew out from her palms, lingering around the silent and dazed Xia Youjie.

Like a galaxy falling.

Light up all the darkness around him.

In the dark and silent night, he stood in a bright stream of fireflies, his eyes were stained with the silvery-white light of the streamers, and he smiled at her again, but said ambiguously, "Thank you."