Natsume's Little Mister

The exquisitely carved silver knife is submerged into the sweet apple pulp, and the clear amber juice flows down the gap.

Tosi pinched Dazai Zhi's neck, his complexion was gloomy, and his fingers were getting harder and harder.

The trachea was compressed, and the air could not enter the lungs. Osamu Dazai struggled in pain, but he couldn't wake up because of the medicine.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery in front of him, Tuosi's eyes became darker.

When he found that the struggle in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, he loosened his finger, threw Osamu Dazai to the ground again, turned and left.

A white furry cloak billowed behind him.

It's just that he just took two steps, but there was a resistance behind him.

A hoarse but frivolous male voice sounded.

"I thought you were really going to strangle me, what a pity, why did you let go?"

It's Osamu Dazai.

Tuosi turned around slowly, and faced the bandage spirit who was still under his control just now, who was killing and cutting.

"Dazai-kun is really good at pretending." Although he didn't really believe that he was tricked.

His amethyst-like eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's slightly embarrassed face, and then followed his bandaged hand to see the corner of his cloak that Dazai Osamu was holding.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dazai continued to grab the hem of his clothes with one hand, propped the ground with the other hand and sat up from the ground, leaning against the wall with his mouth slightly raised.

Obviously weak and helpless, but it seems to occupy the home field.

"Mr. Dazai is so assured that I won't kill you?" Tuo Si tilted his head, his face was pale and fragile, he half-closed his eyes and smiled harmlessly, and his tone was also smiling, as if he was just curious and chatting with his friends .

Osamu Dazai replied casually: "I can't ask for it."

Saying this, the frivolous look on his face sank a little bit.

The previous voice came to his mind - don't you want to try to make your friend appear?

Seeing him like this, Tosi smiled even more happily.

The red sword of Damocles appeared in the sky.

The magic high school a few hills away.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the edge of the roof, lazily pulling up the black eyepatch on his eyes and looking up, the starry sky blue eyes reflected the king sword that seemed to be able to destroy the world.

The powerful Wang Jian was crumbling at this moment, and fragments fell from the edge.

"It's time for the strongest conjurer to play again. I'm so welcome." He put down his blindfold and said with a slightly raised voice.

Then he stood up from the edge of the roof, with his toes hanging in the air, and behind him was the distant autumn sky.

The body leans forward slightly, with the center of gravity pointing towards the ground, like a bird, either spreading its wings and flying high, or falling from a tall building.

Gojo Satoru was unaware of the danger, he opened his arms and snapped his fingers leisurely.

In an instant, a straight teleportation path appeared.

Gojo Satoru's figure disappeared, and thousands of scenery rolled by his side...

He saw the huge tent, saw Yuanyue's mess, saw Osamu Dazai and Tuosi confronting each other in the corner... Finally, his figure appeared in the fighting field, standing beside Natsume.

As soon as he landed, he quickly integrated the information on the scene, flipped his wrist, and released the spell, the colorless shock wave spread rapidly around him.

There was a loud explosion, as if a bomb had been dropped in the crowd, and the "zombie siege" scene collapsed in the blink of an eye, with Gojo Satoru at the center, lying down.

Gojo Satoru was still not satisfied, he stood with his palm in front of him, and a magnetic voice sounded in the empty fighting field:

"Boundless Space—" The field unfolded.

The picture of the fighting field disappeared, replaced by the inside of the infinite space that seemed to be the deepest part of the universe.

The curse spirits on the ground who were stunned by the shock wave were pulled into this terrifying field before they even had time to react, followed by a large amount of information pouring into their minds.

He can see everything, but he can't do anything, he can only watch Gojo Satoru kick them in disgust.

The translucent curse spirits were kicked out of the possessed body by him, one on top of the other, forming a hill.

Most of the curse spirits born in Douweichang have heads of various ingredients, and because they are condensed with negative energy, their appearance is really unsightly, piled together like a large garbage disposal site.

The man and the curse spirit were separated, and Wujo Wu also took over the domain, stepping on a curse spirit on the sole of his foot, with disdain on his face.

"A group of trash fish."

The curse spirits were freed from the confinement of the boundless space, and moved again, but who is Wujo Wu?

The strongest conjurer in the conjuration world.

Under his suppression, none of the curse spirits present had the ability to resist.

Natsume blinked and silently praised Wujo Wu, while Zhou Fangzun leaned on the railing with a calm face.

And just when Wutiao Wu cleaned up the curse spirit, in the corner of Yuanyue.

It was as if nothing had happened between Tosi and Osamu Dazai, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Tosi gathered his cloak and shivered, then he rubbed his hands, raised his eyebrows and asked Osamu Dazai:

"Did you know that Takashi Natsume of your Butei Club has supernatural powers?"

"Of course I know." Dazai replied with a smile.

Dosi showed such an expression as expected.

Then straightened the gloves on his hands and said to Osamu Dazai: "Actually, my goal is not Takashi Natsume."

Osamu Dazai said calmly: "You lied to your client?"

"Of course not. We, the Rats of the Dead House, are a principled organization. Those people asked me to test Natsume Takashi's strength, and I did it. How can it be said to be a lie?" Tosi said, shaking his index finger.

"Oh?"

In principle, as long as the task is completed, can the client die on the spot?

Osamu Dazai looked under the apple tree where Tuo Si had been waiting just now.

The blood color spread into a small pool of blood, and the person who just talked to him was already bleeding from all seven orifices, lying on the ground with twisted limbs, dead for a long time.

"I invite you to watch a good show." Tosi bent down to pick up the apple with a knife stuck on the ground, and said softly.

The rust juice stained his white gloves, and the snow-white cloak was also stained with dust.

Fighting field.

The lights were on, and the radio had stopped.

Natsume yawned, looking a little bored at the group of curse spirits being dealt with by Gojo Satoru.

He looked around, trying to find the trace of Mr. Cat.

only……

A look of surprise flashed across Natsume's face.

At some point, he found that the whole fight field became empty, those ordinary people who were unconscious just now disappeared without a sound, and the whole world seemed to have quieted down, even quieter than before.

There were only five voices of Wu Wu stepping on the curse spirit, and Zhou Fangzun fidgeting with the lighter.

Something is wrong.he thought.

Climbing up the steps, Natsume stood in front of the glass window again.

Outside the window, the curtains were still not untied, and the entire Yuanyue was still dark.

It's just that in the darkness, a thick white mist enveloped the surrounding hills and trees, and no one could be seen through the thick fog.

Natsume felt an inexplicable chill down his spine, and his fingers on the glass couldn't help curling up.

Outside the window, wisps of white mist wander tentatively, giving people a sense of agility as if the mist is a living thing.

Natsume frowned and took half a step back, turned to Gojo Satoru on the stage and shouted, "Teacher, come and have a look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru's figure appeared beside him.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was also somewhat puzzled.

Xia Mu felt more and more uneasy.

"There's something wrong with this fog."

"Strange, these fogs are not curses, not like cursed spirits." Gojo Satoru felt it and said.

"Isn't it a curse?" Natsume murmured, there was a vague picture in his mind that he wanted to come out.

The fog gave him a familiar sense of sight, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Zhou Fangzun also heard Natsume's call, and walked over with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

At this moment, the three of them turned their backs to the stage at the same time, and their attention was focused on the window, but behind them, no one noticed——

Those curse spirits piled up into hills by Gojo Satoru were finally exterminated by Gojo Satoru who had had enough.

The ear-piercing screams sounded suddenly, and then stopped abruptly. The figure of the curse spirit disappeared, but not completely. After each disappearance, a black thread was left behind.

And a large number of black silk threads gathered together, wriggling slightly.

And at this moment, the white mist hovering outside the window finally made a new move.

They slipped in through the gap.

A large amount of mist poured in from all corners of the fighting field, and the black silk threads in the center of the stage squirmed and merged into the white mist, dyeing the white mist an unnatural gray.

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It really is controlled by people!

Natsume looked at the white mist that quickly occupied the territory, and this thought flashed in his mind.

Thinking in his heart, his movements were definitely not slow, and he quickly cast the spell, and the light blue space barrier protected the three of them inside.

But the next second, to Natsume's surprise, the light blue isolation had no effect on the white mist, and the white mist mixed with gray seeped into the space barrier and attached to their bodies.

The cold hairs on Natsume's arms stood up straight.

As the mist attached, an indescribable fear and malice invaded his mind.

He clutched his temples, and countless images appeared in his mind, the Fujiwara mansion covered in blood, Aunt Tazi remained motionless with her eyes closed; the dying Sanhua cat in the ruins, with dim cat eyes; Madara, there are countless corpses under his feet...

Only then did Natsume understand the special nature of those gray mist, they can create illusions and arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts!

The cooking intentions of cooks can make people produce various pleasant images, and the curse formed by the innumerable cooking intentions in the fighting field is naturally contaminated with the attributes of constructing images, but what they construct is completely related to pleasure. Different fears!

Natsume bit the tip of his tongue hard, years of being tortured by dreams made him more resistant to these illusions.

He released the silver portal of the haven with a wave of his hand, and then dragged Wujo Wu and Zhou Fangzun into the different space with each hand.

And just after they entered, the white mist had completely enveloped Yuanyue, and poured into the different space along the portal.

The violent jolting sensation acted on Natsume's whole body.

The stable space portal is like an overturned paint bottle, colorful and dizzying.

Haven is out of control.

The three fell to the ground.

The white mist has been lingering, and the gray is attached to their bodies.

Caught in the illusion, Zhou Fangzun and Wujo Wu looked struggling and ugly.

The red sword of Damocles appeared above Zhou Fangzun's head, and the vibration became more frequent, giving people a sense of danger that the sword would fall at any time.

But Wujo Wu didn't know what he saw, and the field of "infinite space" was about to expand in his hands.

Natsume sat up from the ground with his arms propped up, the ground was shaking, the sky was shaking, but he couldn't control it, the whole space was out of his control.

Three different energies collided in his body, one corner that checked and balanced each other was pulled away, and the rest were fighting fiercely, Natsume was unable to move for a while.

Beside him, the field in Gojo Satoru's hand was about to unfold. The moment he threw it out, the inner space belonging to him with no lower limit intertwined with Natsume's space, forming a singularity.

A storm was created between the two.

The storm swept across the entire different space in an instant, and expanded directly along the portal to the outside world.

The black tent directly shattered, the entire different space was pressed down heavily from outside the world, and a corner of the world enveloped the entire Tokyo.

At the same time, the white mist broke free from the shackles of the tent and quickly spread around. In just a few minutes, the entire Tokyo was enveloped in the white mist.

The pause button was pressed on the streets and alleys, and all ordinary people disappeared into the white mist.

In the entire Tokyo area, only the superpowers were left, and the next moment, the different space was pressed down, and all the superpowers were put into the Lushen space again.

On a sunny day, everyone raised their eyes and looked up. A crimson king sword was hanging in the sky, crumbling.

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The author has something to say:

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The white mist is the special ability between Longyan - the location is covered by thick fog, ordinary people in the fog will temporarily disappear, and people with different abilities will be separated from their supernatural abilities, and the supernatural abilities after separation will be out of control.

It also affects conjurers, but because of the different systems, it will not be completely stripped.

Probably like this~

Tosi is too good at making things happen.

感谢在2020-12-2200:49:47~2020-12-2300:44:13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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 250 bottles of blue; 10 bottles of spring flowers and autumn moon;

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