Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"I think they misunderstood me deeply."

Let’s not even mention the grand yet eccentric plan of buying a big yard.

Following the servants of the Gojo family all the way to the reception room, the elders of the Gojo family were already waiting. Atobe Kagezawa and Ieiri Glass put away their playful expressions, and even Gojo Satoru put on his expression of having something to say. It's okay to get out of here.

"Master Satoru, and all the master's friends, please come and give advice to the younger members of the family." The white-haired old man at the head was the first to speak, and the others stood up and saluted Gojo Satoru.

Atobe Keizawa moved to the side slightly. He didn't think that the people of the Gojo family would treat him and Glass so carefully. Gojo Satoru sat down with a carefree "Hmm" and patted the seat next to him to greet them. A friend sat down.

Seeing the outsiders sitting on the main seats, some of the elders frowned on the spot. Because Gojo Satoru took it for granted, no one dared to step forward to get into trouble. They had to comfort themselves, a rare reversal technique and an age. It's not a bad idea to give them some special attention.

"Okay, if you have any nonsense, tell me now." Gojo Satoru took a sip of tea, put down the cup and asked directly: "After that, I still have something to do."

"Master Wu, the younger members of the family who are the same age as the young master are still young and have dull talents. Naturally, they will not be the opponents of Master Wu's friends. I hope they can be merciful." The one who spoke was still the leader of the old man, now Atobe Keizawa. We already know that this is the elder of the Gojo family.

It turns out that in Japan in the 21st century, the position of elder does exist. Atobe Keizawa drank tea expressionlessly.

"You're still young? Are you dull in talent?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and spoke sarcastically: "It's not like you usually say that your sons and daughters are so powerful. Do you want to show them to me?"

"These juniors have been yearning for Master Wu for a long time, and naturally they all want to do their best for Master Wu." The old man wearing a blue Japanese kimono squeezed out a crumpled smile.

"That's right, which junior in the clan doesn't respect you?"

"Your six eyes are the hope of our Gojo family. We old guys are all happy for the Gojo family..."

Almost having their ears poisoned by the strange thing, Ieru Glass and Atobe Keizawa immediately covered the corners of their mouths that were grinning from soreness with teacups, and kept glancing at the motionless Gojo Satoru next to them with twinkling eyes.

It was really hard for Maomao, so the friends watching the fun wiped crocodile tears on his behalf.

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do?" Gojo Satoru pretended to be irritated and interrupted what the old oranges were saying.

"This……"

"I'll give you a chance to speak. If you don't want to, forget it." Gojo Satoru stood up lazily.

"Master Wu, please don't be impatient." Seeing that the son of God was no longer patient, the elder smiled apologetically: "What we mean is that the younger generation under the age of twenty will inevitably not be enough enemies of Mr. Atobe. Now in the family Young people are still here, why not set your age below thirty-five?”

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Someone next to him immediately started to agree: "I'm afraid it would be pointless for Mr. Atobe to bully a child."

"After all, you deserve to win, but lose..."

"Mr. Atobe must have no face either."

It was clear that he was on the stage but he felt that no one cared about his opinion. Atobe, eighteen years old, Keizawa blinked in confusion and picked up the teacup again.

At this time, the fingertips of Kairi Glass quietly hooked the sleeve of Izuku Kageze and brought it to his ear and said, "They want to trick you."

"Want to show off in front of Lord Shenzi?" Atobe Kagezawa looked back innocently: "I think they misunderstood me deeply."

So the family member, Glass, suppressed his laughter, picked up the teacup, and drank tea with his friends.

"Okay, if you say thirty-five, then it's thirty-five." Gojo Satoru was also stunned when he heard this. He had never seen anyone brought up to be beaten like this, so he even doubted whether these old oranges were planning something. Something bad happened, so he changed his meaning: "You always say that I don't give you a chance, that's okay, I will give you a chance now to show how powerful I am."

"Master Wu is willing to teach, and those juniors should do their best." The great elder submitted once again, with a serious tone.

But Master Wu didn't intend to appear, let alone teaching. The person who came on stage was Master Wu's tool man, Atobe Keizawa.

The architectural style of the Gojo family spreads from the center to the outside layer by layer. The closer to the center, the more it represents the embodiment of power and status. The martial arts arena covers a huge area and is divided into four, each located in Gojo. The house is located near the four corners of the house, and stars surround the family center in the center like a moon.

After walking with the waiter for a long time, I finally arrived at the martial arts arena.

There are quite a few younger members of the Gojo family, and they are usually scattered across the country to carry out the task of exorcising curse spirits. However, the tasks are not distributed through the Magic Director Association. They have their own platform for docking windows, and some watch them. The disciples who received the curse spirit but did not have the spell joined the window and became assistant supervisors.

Atobe Keizawa squinted his eyes. The observation efficiency of the window was not weak, and the accuracy was not low either. It was just that students in high schools often encountered observation errors.

This kind of situation also happens among aristocratic families, but it is not common.

The tasks that the Yusan family can send their disciples to complete must be carefully selected and foolproof.

However, this was a family protection that had lasted for hundreds of years, and Atobe Jingze had no way of commenting on it.

Perhaps Gojo Satoru had spoken in advance. At this time, there were more people gathered in the martial arts arena. Excluding those who had completed tasks and those who had daily work, there were still twenty or thirty people left at a glance.

Gojo Satoru attracted everyone's attention as soon as he stepped into the martial arts arena. Almost everyone immediately put down what they were doing and turned their attention to the future head of the family. There was almost no trace of emotion in their eyes. Unabashed excitement and respect.

After checking his eyes, it turned out that he was the person who had been tortured by Gojo Satoru.

"It's not all white hair." Atobe Kagezawa looked around and sighed softly.

"Members of my family do have white hair, but it's not common. Branch families and some serving clan members have different hair colors." Gojo Satoru replied without thinking. How could such a large family all have white hair? Most likely.

"Well... I just think cats with white fur look better." Atobe Kagezawa blinked and looked thoughtfully at the few white-haired cubs on the field.

Hello! Gojo Satoru pushed back his friend's face with dissatisfaction, and pinched Atobe Kagezawa's face into a small mouth with his slender fingers: "You didn't plan to play with the cat, did you?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Ieiri Glass suppressed his glances around and patted Gojo Satoru calmly on the shoulder: "As for the cats outside, we have always just been there for fun!"

"Geko is right." Atobe Keizawa struggled to save his face, opened his eyes and began to tell lies: "It's just a joke, it can't be taken seriously."

"Besides, none of the coquettish bitches out there realize how cute they are."

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Atobe Keizawa: White-haired cats! ! Cat sucking festival! ! ! ! qwq

From now on, we will make everyone look handsome. In other words, the plot with knives is over, and now we start to cause trouble! ! Of course, the four of us are still doing things together. Our Jie didn’t rebel, he just dropped out of school! (

Xia Youjie: It’s over, the diploma is gone.