Curse back: Tiger Stick sister is not cute at all

Mingming was a little troubled: "How strange, the birds didn't see it at all."

Gojo Satoru, who was supposed to speak the lines, did not open his mouth, but looked at Izumi with a probing gaze.

Yega Masamichi stood up and said, "Although I would like to say that the students of our school are excellent, unregistered cursed energy will also ignite red flames."

"It means there are outsiders..." An Utahime immediately became serious: "Is there an intruder?!"

Mingming sighed, "Master Tianyuan's barrier didn't work?"

Izumi turned around and found Gojo Satoru staring at him, his eyebrows raised and a meaningful smile revealed.

At this time, the moths began to assign tasks.

"I will go to Lord Tianyuan, Wu will protect the principal and students of Leyan Temple; Ming will stay to confirm the location of the students in the area and report to Wu and them one by one..."

There is another outsider.

Sheng Wu also stood up and picked up his bag: "Thank you for the hospitality, I'll take my leave now."

You can see more scenery when you go out.

But Gojo Satoru didn't want to let Ikunoshi leave.

The reason why I invited Sheng Wu yesterday was because those forces hiding in the dark might not act rashly because of her.

Now it seems that the relationship between Shengwu and Panxing Sect is not harmonious.

Then he will try even harder to win them over.

So Gojo Satoru walked behind Shengwu, grabbed her shoulders and accused her: "How could you abandon me and leave me to face this old man alone?"

"Come with me, young man. And that old man, follow me. Let's go for an afternoon walk together~"

Ikumushi can invalidate Gojo Satoru's technique, but she can't make Gojo Satoru let go.

The strength of an adult male who was 1.9 meters tall made it difficult for her to move.

Sheng Wu raised the corners of his lips, and his expression seemed forced to anyone who saw it: "You guys go ahead, I'll follow behind."

The non-humans in the fantasy world are all very strong, and everyone can run faster than Bolt in the 100-meter race.

But nothing is impossible.

Gojo Satoru had already seen Shengwu's weakness. He smiled slightly, picked up Shengwu and carried him on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Hold on, little Shengwu, we are leaving!"

The strong feeling of being pushed on the back made Shengwu feel very uncomfortable.

However, she could only vent her anger by punching Gojo Satoru's waist: "Brother Strong, you are showing off your power and making others suffer, right?"

When he met Lou Hao in the past, he could teleport while carrying Yuji Itadori. But when it comes to her, he just carries him on his shoulders and runs. This amount of water is like pouring it into the Pacific Ocean.

Oh no, we have to protect that old man Jiashen from Leyan Temple.

Gan!

Although Leyan Temple Jiashen was old, his legs were not weak. He ran very fast and issued orders at the same time: "Gojo, before the tent is set, you go first!!"

From their perspective, except for Shengwu, everyone could see a ball of black mud falling from the sky, about to cover the entire sky.

That is a tent, a technique that can hide a certain area.

“No way.” Gojo Satoru replied.

"Aha?"

In fact, the account has been completed, but the visual effect is a step behind.

Everyone stopped in front of the tent, and Shengwu was able to land on his feet.

In the first step of returning to the earth, Shengwu kicked Gojo Satoru's calf, leaving a footprint on his navy blue uniform.

However, the person being kicked did not move at all.

Gojo Satoru looked like he was watching a small animal playing. He patted the top of Shengwu's head and said, "Little Shengwu, I want to break this account. Let's play again later."

Play, play, play shit!

Shengwu really wanted to kick Gojo Satoru into the tent.

But she was afraid that Gojo Satoru would be too happy.

Gojo Satoru put his hands on the tent, but the tent immediately bounced him away. He couldn't help but withdraw his hands and looked at his hands in confusion.

"and many more……"

An Geji had already stretched one arm into the tent, her expression somewhat heavy: "Why were you bounced away, but I was able to enter?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"I see... Uta and the old man should go first. This tent is a barrier that prevents [Gojo Satoru] from intruding; however, [everyone else] can pass freely."

The purpose of this account is to restrict Gojo Satoru and prevent him from entering the competition area.

But on the other hand...

It also distracted Gojo Satoru's attention, so that he had no energy to discover that the Jiku had been sneaked into by someone.

Sheng Wu looked at the dark tent and wanted to yawn.

She had no choice to help or not, she was just a spectator.

"Isanobu will accompany me." Gojo Satoru pushed Isanobu out again: "Okay, let's go. I don't know what the other party's purpose is, but if someone dies, then we lose."

I really want to complain.

If judged by this standard, they have basically never won.

The slices were cut into pieces, slices, and decorated with patterns, which fully demonstrated Sukuna's cooking skills, each one more skilled than the last.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu and the singer nodded together and entered the tent one after another.

"Okay, it's time to start breaking the tent... Are you willing to help me, Shengwu?" Gojo Satoru asked Shengwu while assuming a stance.

Two assistants came in and asked her if she was willing to help. That was great.

Sheng Wu snorted coldly: "I can kick you in."

“But it’s hard to walk after your knee was kicked.” Gojo Satoru naturally began to discuss the details.

Shengwu sneered and was about to say that she had to kick someone's ass, but then she realized the height difference and the superior proportions of the paper man and fell silent.

If she raised her leg high and kicked Gojo Satoru in the butt, she would look even funnier than Gojo Satoru.

What a sad height difference.

Sheng Wu sighed, not for anyone, just for herself.

Then she turned on the timer on her phone and asked, "Can you break this account in five minutes?"

"We can give it a try." Gojo Satoru was very confident in himself.

There is nothing that can't be solved by one Fa Cang. If there is, then add another Fa He.

If it doesn't work, you can add one more shot.

"Then you can try it." Sheng Wu called the driver and said, "Hello, I'm going back soon. Wait for me at the door."

There is nothing interesting to watch next.

She should go back and watch the show of lasso.

Although there was nothing interesting to see on the Noose side, she still had some things to do, and it would be interesting only if she did them in front of Noose.

They stole six Sukuna fingers from the Kiku, so they should give her half of them, right?

No reason, she is just simply domineering.

Gojo Satoru casually tested the strength of the tent, and did not forget to ask Shengwu: "Are you going home, little Shengwu? Don't you want to visit anymore?"

"Stop bothering me. I want to bring my other boyfriend back, otherwise my mother will be too proud of herself." Shengwu replied with a smile.

Then she stretched out her hand like Gojo Satoru, with her palm stopped two fingers away from the tent.

"Gojo Satoru, you must be very curious about my abilities and my purpose." She tilted her head: "I'm in a good mood today, so I don't mind helping you."

As she spoke, her hand fell on the tent.

In just a moment, the tent shattered and disappeared like a popped soap bubble.

Sheng Wu took his hand back and smiled: "See you later."