Curse back: Tiger Stick sister is not cute at all

No matter which Sukuna it is, no one has the intention to take the initiative to answer other people's questions. Asking questions is like squeezing a tube of toothpaste without unscrewing the cap.

Therefore, the only way to survive is to cheat.

Fallen Angel clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly, with no sadness or joy on his face, accepting his fate as livestock.

This reaction left Shengwu speechless.

No, can you struggle a little? Can you show your arrogance and shamelessness as the cursed king?

Just accept your fate, she will use ditch literature to spread rumors!

Xia Youjie understood Shengwu's purpose. He couldn't help but turned around and laughed. His shoulders trembled with laughter, and Shengwu wanted to curse.

"Fallen, don't you want to know why Tianyuan gave you to me?"

Fallen said calmly, "I have nothing to do with the Tianyuan you mentioned, and I don't know who the Tianyuan you are talking about is."

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Monks in Japan don’t have any verbal restrictions, so they can talk nonsense, right?

That’s right, if people had observed the dietary restrictions, they wouldn’t have been able to sneak across the border to study thousands of years ago.

At this moment, Shengwu felt like he was that annoying relative who had nothing better to do than tease the child and say -

Nonsense like “your mother doesn’t want you anymore” and “your mother abandoned you”.

Sheng Wu grabbed two handfuls of hair and decisively decided to give up.

No matter which Sukuna it is, each one is more tight-lipped than the other, unwilling to mention his or her life experience or origin.

Forget it, when the Death Migration comes, I’ll find Lai Qihua and ask the angel.

The angel who has a grudge against the fallen angel is definitely willing to explain what happened.

A man stopped at the door of the room and opened the gap wider.

Noso, who was passing by, was not surprised to see the sudden appearance of Fallen. He just said calmly: "How many parts do you plan to divide Sukuna into?"

The more you divide, the more your power becomes dispersed.

Fallen Angel looked up at Noose, his gaze paused on his smooth forehead, and then quickly looked away.

"No more, I give up." Ikumu played with his remaining fingers: "When the time comes, find a chance and feed a few to Itadori Yuji."

Think about it, she already has three Sukuna in her hands now, and there is one in Noso's head. After dividing so many, she still can't get the one with a mouth on its belly.

That proves that only the one on Yuji Itadori has a mouth on its belly.

Doing anything else is a waste of time.

Shengwu threw his finger high up, caught it in his hand, and said in a nonsensical tone: "Fallen, don't you recognize her? This is your stepmother."

If you fall into heaven, look at your nose with your eyes and look at your heart with your nose, you will not be able to receive the words of the living.

Not interesting.

Shengwu patted his butt and stood up, holding onto the arm of the nosuo: "Mother, I have run out of money."

This is a gentle way to make Lao Deng explode the gold coins.

Zhuso, who has long been accustomed to this process, has given the card to Shengwu for no reason.

It was not until he heard Shengwu's name that Fallen Angel looked up at the Nose again.

Sheng Wuyong glanced at Fallen Angel from the corner of his eyes, then asked with a smile: "Mother, do you have any plans today? If not, can you study with me?"

Her two hands were entangled with a strand of pink hair.

The hair shuttled through the fingertips, and finally entangled itself around the noose, sinking deeply into the flesh.

The threat is self-evident.

The noose, who had lost his ability to move, replied with a fake smile: "Of course, my lovely daughter."

He understood that if he did not cooperate with Shengwu, Shengwu would knock open his head and dig out his brains.

Then he forcefully stuffed the cake that Xiayou Jie had made himself, which he hadn't finished yesterday, into his mouth.

...Let's just forget it.

Shengwu let go of the noose, walked to the bookshelf, picked up the book he had just bought, and said as he flipped through the book, "Fallen, put on your clothes, and then let's listen to the story together."

Xia Youjie handed the clothes over. He stood at the door and hesitated for a moment. Reason told him that he should leave and not get involved in the ethical story of Shengwu and Nozomi.

But his sensibility made him stay and he decided to listen carefully to the following gossip.

The gossip about Lao Deng must be very interesting.

Sheng Wu opened the book and told the story in a half-hearted voice: "Once upon a time, there was a place called Xiaoyao Sect. There were three people there, and each of them had special abilities."

"The first person's ability is immortality; the second person's ability is that his merits are there when he is alive, and when they are gone, he dies; the last person's ability is to be formless and to wander in the void."

"One day, something went wrong with the first person's practice, and his abilities became flawed. He would regress to youth every once in a while, and his abilities would be completely lost. He had to drink fresh blood at special times in order to continue practicing."

"She sent a message to her subordinates, asking them to send her a living person."

Tengen, the immortal sorcerer, needs to refresh her physical body information every five hundred years, and needs the sorcery world to find astral plasma for her to maintain her human form.

"As for this second person, his appearance is damaged..."

At this point, Shengwu looked at Suosuo deliberately: "Mother, guess how she solved it? She..."

"I've read this novel called 'The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.'" Luosuo interrupted Shengwu's next words.

While Xia Yujie was still thinking about which one corresponded to which, his brain froze for a moment.

novel! ?

Was Shengwu just telling a story from a novel?!

So what on earth is he listening to???

Sheng Wu turned the book over, looked at the cover, and suddenly felt that he had made a mistake: "Yes, people of your era, nobles all had to learn from the Tang Dynasty, but they forgot that you can recognize Chinese characters."

She turned to look at the Fallen Angel who was still standing there.

The speaker has intention, but the listener has no intention.

This story is more about fallen angels than about Noose.

The evil fallen angel definitely knows more than Dai Tian, ​​and is easier to fool than Sukuna who becomes a curse after evilening.

"Mother, at that time and that moment..." Sheng Wu waved the book in his hand: "Does it resemble this moment?"

The expression on Zuosuo's face became subtle.

Nose is not very sensitive about the past.

It’s just that these things all involve future plans, and with his unrestrained thinking and imagination, it’s easy to guess his plans for every step forward based on past events.

If it weren't for this, he would really like to chat with Sheng boringly.

After all, few young people are willing to listen to the long and boring past.

"What a pity." Zuo Suo shook his head helplessly.

The eyes of the three people present were drawn to it, waiting for the next words from Zuosuo.

"It's a pity that you are not my real daughter." He was not angry or dissatisfied, but only smiled wistfully: "If I could have a work like yours, I can't imagine how happy I would be."

The unaware Fallen is confused, while the aware Geto Suguru is shocked.

Originally it was just a fake mother-daughter relationship, but now it has become that she is not a real daughter? !

So what do they usually act out?

Shengwu was not surprised by what Zuosuo said. She scratched her cheek and just found it ridiculous.

"So, now I'm sure I'm not your real daughter. It looks like the third person in the story has shown up."