The strongest opened the coffin of Judaime

I don't know how long he hasn't eaten. On the way, his stomach resisted violently, and then his stomach made an embarrassing gurgling sound.

The car was already small, so the noise naturally did not hide from the two people present.

After Gojo Satoru laughed happily, he took him to dinner thoughtfully.

Gojo Wujo paid the money, of course, he has nothing left except this high-end suit and a coffin.

After settling down, I must go to work to earn money. It is impossible to spend Mr. Wutiao's money all the time.

As Sawada Tsunayoshi thought, the moving car stopped.

"arrive."

Hearing what Gojo Satoru said, Sawada Tsunayoshi followed Gojo Satoru out of the car.

When he looked up, he saw a big house, which was a very simple Japanese-style mansion.

There are five words like this written on the door plate of the house.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Gojo Satoru who had unlocked the lock, but he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to be a wealthy family.

There was a slight "click", and the door lock was opened.

Tsuna Kichi followed Gojo Satoru into the house.

Although the line of sight is blocked at night, it can be seen from the faint outline that the house is very large and occupies a large area.

However, such a vast house was completely dark, not to mention the lights, not even a single candle was lit.

The whole house was quiet, like a haunted house.

Thinking of the haunted house, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt a chill rushing from the tailbone straight to the top of his head, and goosebumps rose on his hands.

"Did everyone rest so early?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his mouth to divert his attention, so as not to let himself make up for what was missing.

Gojo Satoru paused slightly, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

"It's just me here."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils shrank, he looked around, and his eyes stopped on Gojo Satoru, who was four or five steps away from him.

There is only one person in such a huge house, how lonely it is.

Sawada Tsunayoshi came down to Gojo Satoru in twos and walked side by side with him.

"Although this is a bit cheeky, I will disturb you from now on, Mr. Gojo."

After losing his memory, the first person he saw was Gojo Satoru. Probably because of the fledgling plot, he still relied on Gojo Satoru in his heart.

Originally, he also thought about leaving after he found a job, but at least now he has dismissed this idea.

Even if it would make people feel thick-skinned, the first person he wanted to meet was that Gojo Satoru would not feel lonely.

When Wujo Wu wants to talk to someone, he can sit opposite Wujo Wu, pour two cups of tea for them, or pour some drinks, wine, etc., and talk freely.

When Gojo Satoru came back, he would say welcome home to Gojo Satoru, and let Gojo Satoru know that he was not alone, but was still there alone.

When eating, it's not like sitting alone in an empty living room, eating breakfast, lunch and dinner hastily.

"You are my wife, you should have lived with me." Gojo Satoru was very frank.

If you don't say the previous sentence, I will be very moved.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head slightly.

"Clap."

Gojo Satoru turned on the light.

The house lights up.

To Tsunayoshi Sawada's surprise, his coffin was already in the living room.

Presumably, when he and Gojo Satoru went to eat together, the coffin delivery car arrived first.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked away from the coffin, and looked at everything in the room calmly.

The furnishings in the house are simple and exquisite, and there are many collections with cultural value.

But what surprised him was that people didn't seem to live here often.

There is still dust on the desktop and the floor, the dust is not too thick, but it can be seen that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

"You don't live here?" Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at the man sitting on his coffin.

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs, put his elbows on his knees, and gently rubbed his fingers against his chin.

Hearing Sawada Tsunayoshi's question, he nodded.

"I seldom live here, and usually live in the high school of magic."

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

At this moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada is very thankful that no one knows about his mental activities, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

He thought that the other party was living alone in this kind of big house, but he ended up living in a school with many people!

Eh?

School?

High school of spells?

Sawada Tsunayoshi's smiling face cracked, and he looked at Gojo Satoru in disbelief. "You, are you a high school student?"

Do high school students grow this tall now?

"It's not a student, it's a teacher, Tsunayoshi, classmate~"

I don't know if it was intentional, Gojo Satoru stretched out his voice when he said Sawada Tsunayoshi's name, as if he was trying to seduce someone.

Tsunayoshi Sawada's ear was a little hot, he scratched it, and was shocked by another message.

"Teacher? Mr. Gojo is a teacher?!"

"Isn't it? I'm the students' favorite teacher." Wujo Satoru was full of confidence.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked complicated.

He had imagined Gojo Satoru's career, but the teacher was completely out of consideration.

However, the fact is that the other party is a people's teacher.

How are the students taught by him?

Ah, maybe Gojo-san is just like this at ordinary times, and another when he is teaching and educating people.

The more Tsunayoshi Sawada thought about it, the more he was right, and he nodded in a sudden realization.

But then I thought about it, Gojo Satoru usually lives in the school, and he is the only one who lives alone in the big house.

Oh, it turned out that the poor man was him.

While Sawada Tsunayoshi was thinking, Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone and seemed to be looking for something.

"What are you doing?" Tsunayoshi Sawada came back to his senses and asked.

"Get someone to clean it up."

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the sky outside the window, and asked doubtfully, "It's so late, is there anyone else in the housekeeping company?"

"Oh, it's not housekeeping, it's Yidizhi."

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

"found it."

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly came to Gojo Satoru and pressed his hand.

Gojo Satoru raised his head in doubt.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is speechless.

"Mr. Gojo, please let Mr. Ichichi go."

What is Mr. Yizhi's identity? It's too pitiful.

"Let's just tidy up. Do you have some bedding?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi let go of Gojo Satoru's hand and rolled up his sleeves.

Gojo Satoru leaned back against the wall, looking at Sawada Tsunayoshi with a half-smile.

"Can you finish packing?"

"Of course."

When the words came to his lips, Sawada Tsunayoshi swallowed again.

Seeing his pale and sickly appearance reflected in the glass, he couldn't say anything after cleaning up.

This damn sick and weak body!

In the end, the house was cleaned by the housekeeping company.

After tossing for a long time, Tsunayoshi Sawada almost fell asleep.

Little did they know, the coffin that was placed in his bedroom was glowing with a faint colored light.

The light lasted only three seconds before disappearing without a trace.

A good night's sleep.

Sawada Tsunayoshi changed from his high-end suit and put on a casual black T-shirt and sweatpants. He left the bedroom after washing up.

Gojo Satoru was taller and older than him, and the other party's clothes looked a little baggy on him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi pulled up the slipped neckline again, wondering how Gojo Satoru would buy clothes with such a large neckline.

To show shoulders?

When he came to the living room, Gojo Satoru unexpectedly woke up and was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

Gojo Satoru also changed out of yesterday's clothes today, and put on a set of clothes similar to his.

The moment he saw Wujo Wu, he understood that Wujo Wu bought this kind of clothes with a large neckline not to show off his shoulders, but to show off his collarbone.

The opponent's collarbone is too good-looking.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but linger on it a few more times, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Gojo Satoru looking at him with a smile on his face, and he turned his head away uncomfortably.

"cough."

Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his mouth and coughed, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Is there any food at home? I'll make some breakfast."

Last night, while the housekeeping staff was cleaning, he walked around some places and memorized the locations of those places, including the kitchen.

Gojo Satoru put away his mobile phone and watched every move of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

His clothes looked a bit too big for the other party, and the neckline kept slipping down his shoulders, and the other party pulled it up helplessly.

The other party's fingers were empty, and the ring marks on the fingers of his left hand were somewhat eye-catching.

He didn't see the hemp rope, so he must have thrown it away, and it wasn't something important.

It was just the wrapping string on the dessert box when he bought the dessert yesterday.

At this moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing his slender wrist, which was tied with a familiar hemp rope.

Gojo Satoru's eyes under the goggles widened slightly, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak until Sawada Tsunayoshi turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Obviously such a cheap thing, why not throw it away?

I, the person who gave the things, didn't care, so why did he keep them?

Gojo Satoru was thinking, but the corners of his mouth curved involuntarily, and he followed closely.

"Yes. Last night I asked them to add some vegetables in the morning, and they came before you got up." Gojo Satoru said, "Do you know how to cook?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated a little: "Probably."

"Oh~ That's really looking forward to it~" Gojo Satoru moved closer to Sawada Tsunayoshi's head, and said with a smile, "This is the so-called wife's breakfast."

Love, wife breakfast? ? ?

Sawada Tsunayoshi squeezed his fist, feeling the strength of his weak chicken, and finally let go of his fist.

He took a deep breath, and turned all the grief and indignation into strength into the cooking.

Accidentally exerted too much force, accompanied by a burst of "bang", the kitchen was suddenly filled with smoke, and he choked himself to cough.

With his current body, he almost killed half of his life.

Unlike his embarrassment, Gojo Satoru was very calm, he didn't even frown, and waved away the smoke in front of him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up at Gojo Satoru, wondering if it was an illusion, he felt that the smoke didn't seem to be even close to Gojo Satoru.

His attention attracted Gojo Satoru's sideways glance, and the other party raised a smile.

"Gang Ji is not satisfied with the kitchen decoration, you can tell me that there is no need to fry the kitchen."

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

Even though he was getting old, he couldn't help but feel hot when he heard Wujo Satoru say that.

It never occurred to him that he could not cook.

How did he survive all these years?

Having no memory is such a hassle.

Sawada Tsunayoshi wants to get back his memory more and more.

Sawada Tsunayoshi finished thinking in a blink of an eye, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Gojo Satoru rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean and strong arms with perfect lines.

Probably because of his natural beauty, Gojo Satoru's skin is very fair.

At least one shade whiter than him.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't feel depressed or have any desire to compare, he felt that his slightly fair skin was pretty good.

It would be even better if there is another color number, it will make people look healthier and stronger.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was thinking, but Gojo Satoru opened the refrigerator.

"Fortunately, there are enough ingredients prepared."

Gojo Satoru took out eggs from the refrigerator while talking.

Seeing this, Sawada Tsunayoshi asked in surprise, "Mr. Gojo, can you cook?"

In any case, he couldn't put the label of cooking on Gojo Satoru.

After all, Gojo Satoru doesn't look like a person who can cook, but like a pampered young master.

Gojo Satoru smiled proudly: "I am omnipotent."

The confident and proud look is full of brilliance, which is extremely attractive.

Undeniably, his eyes were attracted by the other party.

Gojo Satoru is probably such a man.

No matter where it is, it stands out from the crowd and attracts the attention of others.