Natsume's Little Mister

The weird burnt smell spread from above the stage, accompanied by a strong smell of sea fish, which made people sick.

Since this fighting ground was built, this is the first time that such an unpalatable smell has tarnished this sacred place in the hearts of chefs.

Tick-tick liquid seeped out from Xingping Chuangzhen's skin, flowing down the corners of his clothes and cuffs, and he could faintly see the fish-head curse spirit attached to his body.

Yuzu Yuhito and Atsushi Nakajima protected Natsume behind him, staring at the looming fish-head curse spirit with vigilant eyes.

Natsume pressed the shoulders of the two, took a step forward, and said with a bit of relief on his accustomed face:

"I'm very strong, you just need to protect yourself."

The two tigers looked back at Natsume's thin body and slightly pale complexion in surprise, not quite believing it.

Although Natsume showed his hand when John and Lovecraft attacked before, but at that time their eyes were all attracted by His Excellency Zhou Fangzun's superb and powerful flame lava technique, and no one realized that Natsume played in it huge effect.

Now hearing Natsume say that he is "very strong", Atsushi Nakajima can't help shaking his head.

He thought that Natsume was due to his personality again, and wanted to protect him by being strong.

So he refused to move a step and stood firmly in front of Xia Mu, his hands and feet turned into powerful tiger arms and legs, and his tone was firm:

"Natsume, I have superpowers, I can protect you now, don't worry, I won't let him hurt you at all."

Knotabagi Yuhito didn't speak, but the expression between his eyebrows and eyes also meant the same.

Natsume was dumbfounded by the two of them.

"Do you know what this is in front of you?"

"I know, Curse Spirit."

"Ghost!"

Yuzu Yuhito's answer is not reliable, but Atsushi Nakajima's direct whimsical.

"This is a second-level curse spirit."

Natsume explained dumbfoundingly, and at the same time, he didn't expect that he would look so weak in the eyes of these two big boys.

"I'm a graduate of the High School of Conjuration, and I'm also a super conjurer, have you forgotten?"

He raised his forehead and asked.

Only then did the two tigers suddenly realize that Natsume is not only a novelist, but also a graduate of the Conjuration College, and is Gojo Satoru's beloved disciple.

In my impression, there is still a distance between Natsume and Natsume's fragility of cultural people.

At this moment, they still don't know Natsume's past medical history.

The fish-head curse spirit realized that a newcomer had broken into his territory, and was finally willing to get away from Xing Ping Chuangzhen's body, and his wet toe webs lifted Xing Ping Chuangzhen's limp body.

The two dead fish eyes on the silver-gray fish head seem to be enlarged, which looks unappetizing.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen woke up halfway, saw his big head said "chopped pepper fish head" in a daze, and passed out again.

The fish-head curse spirit casually threw Xingping Chuangzhen aside, and rushed towards Natsume and the others.

Natsume didn't have time to chat and laugh with the two tigers, put away all the expressions on his face, pursed his lips, and stamped with both hands.

Light blue space barriers appeared one by one in front of the curse spirit.

Behind him, Zhou Fangzun finally made a movement, flames flew out from his fingertips, and the bright flames laid lines of fire on the ground.

Together with the light blue space barrier, the flames blocked the curse spirit little by little, and finally it was directly covered by Natsume's big barrier.

"I'm really strong in expelling curse spirits, you see—"

He cast "Flower Drop", with the bonus of faith, the pale yellow six-petal flower instantly enveloped the opponent.

When the petals are scattered, the light blue space is empty, so how can there be any shadow of the curse spirit?

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head, and withdrew his hand belatedly, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Compared with Atsushi Nakajima, who didn't know why, Yuzu Yuuhito knew better. Looking at the magic spirit that was completely wiped out by the scorpion, he finally understood that Natsume was definitely not joking.

A super conjurer?

It turns out that Natsume is so powerful!

Knotabagi Youroto admired in his heart.

As expected, he is indeed the author they like, and he is also excellent in other aspects, which makes him admire him.

The two slowly withdrew their hands, subconsciously still protecting Natsume.

At this time, the light in the fighting arena suddenly dimmed.

Natsume quickly walked to the steps above the fighting field, and cast a huge floor-to-ceiling window to look at the sky.

A dark "tent" descended from the center of Yuanyue's dome, and the blackness blocked the sunlight little by little, like a solar eclipse, but it made people feel even more flustered.

With the landing of the "tent", there were constant exclamations in the academy.

The "tent" has the function of making the magic spirit visible, and the world that ordinary people can't see is displayed in front of people's eyes.

It was a hideous and cruel world.

People who were happily shopping around the autumn festival, never would have thought of a good food event, and suddenly developed in a strange direction.

Countless strange-looking curse spirits appear from all directions, and they also have the ability to harm real people, waving their sharp claws and claws at people.

A group of teenagers and girls who are specialized in cooking have never experienced such a disaster, and the stall was abandoned, and they ran to the open place with everyone.

A good autumn festival was completely ruined.

Natsume was on the top of the fighting field, looking out of breath, his fingers kept pinching, each light blue space enchantment separated the crowd from the curse spirit.

It's just that his strength alone is limited after all, the crowd is scattered, and the curse spirit is mixed in the crowd, which makes every step of his hand tied.

"Who chose to do things at this point in time?" He pondered in his heart, such a large-scale "account" was obviously set up by someone deliberately, it was not an accident, it was a man-made event.

After a while, the progress of the matter made Natsume even more worried.

The hustle and bustle outside gradually faded away, and the road was full of unconscious people.

From the beginning, Natsume separated the curse spirit from the people, and turned it into using spells to protect people.

But even so, the attacks he endured instantly went up to a new level.

Seeing this, Nakajima Atsushi and Knotabagi Yuhito jumped out of the window to fight the curse spirit outside.

Atsushi Nakajima turned into a giant white tiger, and its sharp claws that can cut off everything are also effective against curse spirits, and after this period of training, Yuzu Yuhito also mastered a low-level method of dealing with curse spirits.

There were not many conjurers in Yuanyue. Although their appearance was a drop in the bucket, they were extremely precious.

But here in Natsume, there is a new crisis.

The people who were unconscious on the viewing platform stood up staggeringly, and Natsume could see that each of them had a curse spirit attached to them.

The curse spirit with the heads of various animals grinned at Natsume unscrupulously through the shell of the human body.

The crowd was getting more and more, and the stiff people were being controlled, using their hands and feet to surround Natsume on the high platform.

From top to bottom, it is simply the scene of a large-scale zombie beating.

Zhou Fangzun frowned and withdrew his hands, his attack was too domineering, and this low body still had vitality, so it was difficult for him to make a move.

The scarlet sword of Damocles was revealed in the sky, and a huge oppressive force fell from the sky, hitting the "tent" outside.

There was anger in his brow and eyes.

He longs for a hearty, hearty battle!

Instead of being restrained!

In Scepter4, the Weizmann deviation value representing Zhou Fangzun rose rapidly.

The alarm "Dididi" sounded non-stop.

Just when Natsume and the others were fighting near the fighting field.

A corner of Yuanyue.

Dostoyevsky, dressed in white, came out of the autumn festival briskly, circled around and stopped under an apple tree.

The apples he planted in Yuanyue are already ripe, dangling on the tree.

Tuosi reached out and picked the red apples from the tree. It was a natural pollution-free green food without any pesticides. You could smell the strong and fresh apple fragrance in it when you put it on the tip of your nose.

Osamu Dazai followed him from a distance, hiding behind the building while Tosi was looking at the apple comfortably.

The sand-colored windbreaker drapes well by his side.

Faint voices blew into his ears along with the wind.

He heard Tosi's slow but eerie voice.

"Yuanyue looks inconspicuous, but all the conjurers in the country who have become cooks come from this academy, and even if the graduates of Gao Yuanyue did not become conjurers in the end, their existence is still decreasing That low negative energy."

"However, such an important talent reserve has basically no defense, which is really surprising!"

Dazai raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Conjurer?" A thought flickered in his iris eyes.

For some reason, he feels that Natsume has a deep relationship with this term.

Then, sure enough.

He heard Natsume's name.

"We have lured everyone around Natsume Takashi away as you ordered, even the fat cat, but His Excellency the Scarlet King did not leave."

"It doesn't matter, he won't delay our affairs, and those who have scruples are bound to do anything."

"..."

Osamu Dazai was terrified, and as he heard more and more, the context of this matter gradually became clearer in his mind.

"Osamu Dazai?" A voice came faintly into his mind at this moment.

"Why help that person? Don't you want to try how to make your friend appear?" The voice on the other side became more and more bewitching.

"Who are you?" Osamu Dazai said calmly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's just..." The other party's voice gradually weakened.

I don't know when there is a special substance in the air.

Osamu Dazai stood staggeringly against the wall, his eyes were spinning and becoming more and more blurred.

"Mistake, I didn't expect there to be such a thing as a curse spirit."

The sand-colored hem slid down the wall.

A pair of shoes appeared in front of Dazai Osamu, and the other party squatted down, and put a ruddy apple on the side of Dazai Osamu's face.

"It's a pity that it can't be used by me." Dostoevsky raised Dazai Osamu's face, his delicate and pale face was full of disappointment.

His slightly long nails dug into the soft flesh of Dazai Osamu's neck, the light blue light on Dazai Osamu and the dark red light on Dostoevsky's body offset each other.

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感谢在2020-12-2102:14:19~2020-12-2200:49:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xia He Chuqing 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：失去de约定50瓶；sleepingcat20瓶；绝世子午11瓶；夏荷初晴、Dan10瓶；因她而生，为她而死5瓶；潼关4瓶；小小儿、迷惘の人2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!