[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

If the grade is ignored, Huailiang can condense runes for a large number of weapons at one time and inject magical power into them.

Just like she did back then, she was skilled in painting a rosy picture and drawing a beautiful blueprint for the other party.

I was originally confident, but Fushiguro Shige'er interrupted those bewitching words: "I am indeed dissatisfied with the condescending attitude of the sorcerers, but these no longer arouse my obsession."

He leaned down, his broad back blocking the light on one side, and the dark shadow covered her entire body like flowing liquid.

"It's not enough. You have to get some other... benefits."

Huai Liang did not dodge, his clear eyes were like two glass beads, emitting an inorganic luster: "Really?"

"So what does Shiro-kun want?"

It was really strange that he could keep calm and negotiate with her even in the face of such a lucrative business of selling spell tools.

Those are all priceless "treasures". Ordinary ones can be sold, while high-quality ones can be auctioned for higher prices.

Could it be that this guy has really changed his personality and doesn't need money so much anymore?

The three greatest desires of men on Blue Star are: power, money, and beauty.

He didn't even want to take a chance on her plan to 'drag sorcerers into the water' and build a non-sorcerer force... so the only thing left was her beauty.

But based on her understanding of him, what kind of beauty has he not touched? What else does he want?

"I want to know what your real purpose is."

A deep male voice slowly sounded beside her ears, with a subtle seriousness, "This way, I can judge to what extent I can help you."

Huai Liang's pupils shrank suddenly. Her feeling was indeed correct. This guy was either being instigated to trick her into talking, or he was mentally ill.

How could you unconditionally help a stranger whom you have only met twice?

He makes a living by taking commissions, a guy who works on the edge of a knife, he doesn't run a charity!

Could it be that he really misunderstood her relationship with Fushiguro Megumi and gave her, his future 'family member', some preferential treatment?

He laughed. He didn't even care about his own son, so how could he care about his son's "girlfriend" who had nothing to do with his life.

A one in two chance...want to gamble?

Huailiang took a deep breath, looked straight at the deep green pool, and said word by word: "I want to save the world."

"Stop the world-destroying plot of a madman with invisible 'sutures' on his head."

Fushiguro Shige was stunned for a moment, then he curled the corners of his mouth and laughed softly.

Because she was so close, she could even see the scar on his lip. As the corners of his lips curled up and slightly widened, bursts of muffled laughter came from his broad and strong chest.

Fushiguro Shigeki stopped laughing and sighed sadly: "I always seem to be unable to refuse you."

Huai Liang was puzzled: "Always? Isn't this just the second time we met?"

"I don't remember ever putting forward any conditions to you before."

Fushiguro Shiji snorted softly, and his handsome face came closer, his breath brushing against the other's cheek: "You are so forgetful, big or small——"

"Excuse me--"

Gojo Satoru had a cold face as he walked quickly from the other end of the path.

There were still layers of white bandages in front of his eyes, but Huai Liang could tell from his tightly pursed lips that he was not in a good mood.

He was tall and had long legs, so he approached in just a dozen steps and forced himself between the two of them.

"What are you whispering about... Can I listen in?"

Originally, Gojo Satoru noticed that the rumors about the 'Orphan of the Huai Family' were getting more and more intense in the world of sorcery recently.

Although he did not find the person behind the scenes, he learned from Fushiguro Megumi about the situation when he had dinner with Huailiang that day.

Suspicion was focused on that extremely intelligent, special-grade humanoid cursed spirit and the organization it belonged to.

Megumi Fushiguro said that the person behind the conspiracy of the cursed spirit was a curse master.

And he has a hostile relationship with Huailiang... He has good reasons to do so.

There are humans who are willing to associate with cursed spirits. This also shows that there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this.

Gojo Satoru quickly connected this incident to the theft of two of Sukuna's fingers that had been stolen in the past year.

He suspected that the other party not only had an intelligent special-grade curse spirit as a helper, but also that so many actions did not reveal any traces...

Perhaps only cursed spirits who have formed a "either you or I live" situation with the sorcerers can keep it so secret.

Then the question arises, what are they going to do with Ryomen Sukuna's fingers?

But... none of this matters anymore. What matters is why this damn old man is so close to Huai Liang?

That nasty face is almost sticking to hers!

Huailiang's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt guilty as if his wife was cheating on him and was caught by her furious husband.

But the next moment she realized that she was no longer Gojo Satoru's fiancée.

Even if she is really with someone, does it have anything to do with him?

Slightly cool snowflakes floated down from the dark sky and landed on Huailiang's eyelids.

She raised her eyes and saw snowflakes already falling in the halo of light emitted by the street lamp.

"Why don't you talk? Do you like this... pretty boy?"

Seeing that Huailiang didn't answer, Gojo Satoru was so angry that he was about to break down.

If I had known earlier, he should have come sooner...

No, he should have taken her back to the Gojo old house the first time he saw her at the convenience store, and this situation would not have happened.

"Ah, so you are talking to me."

Huailiang turned his head in surprise and looked at Gojo Satoru who had a tense expression.

His eyes lingered over the bulging blue veins on the other person's neck, and he did not feel fear, but instead an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

——There are always some ignorant men who get angry because strange women don’t remain chaste for them.

Huai Liang showed a puzzled look: "This gentleman... do we know each other?"

Seeing this, Fushiguro Shige yawned lazily.

He was really wronged this time. After he 'woke up', he never worked as a gigolo again. It was all those women who came to him on their own.

He looked at Gojo Satoru's clenched fists and tense back, and suspected that he would hit him with a bullet in the next second.

Fushiguro Shier spoke up to break the tense atmosphere. He smiled at Huai Liang and said, "It looks like your troubles will be solved soon. You don't need my help."

Without waiting for Huai Liang to speak, he turned and left without any reluctance, "Time is almost up, I have to go see my client."

Someone like him who has rotted in the mud has no desire for so-called "salvation".

Maybe it’s not that I don’t want to, but that I’m not worthy.