Natsume's Little Mister

Gojo Satoru gripped the phone with such force that he seemed to crush the screen of the phone, and the faint unsteadiness in his breathing told him that he was not calm.

Even though he had already prepared for it, he still felt sincerely unbearable and heartbroken to see things take a sudden turn in the direction Natsume had planned.

"Azhi, why are you so stupid?"

Gojo Satoru smiled wryly, obviously with the protection of monsters, Natsume could have stayed out of the matter, whether it was success or failure, he or those high-level officials would provide for him well, he is a treasure of the world and should be treated with tenderness by everyone.

But Natsume plunged into this muddy water, facing the most turbid and dark power struggle in the world.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a sense of grievance and anger that good people don't get rewarded, he pursed his lips and jumped to an old tree with vicissitudes of life.

The spring of the Conjuration College came later than that of the earth, and the cold spring shrouded the mountain tops, and the cold wind whizzed past, blowing the cold wind between his sleeves, and chilling to the bone marrow.

He stood on the top of the tree, looking into the distance along the direction of the wind.

At the foot of the mountain in the distance, the forest sea is surging like huge waves.

The living swamp that sometimes appears and disappears in the meantime, the ancient swamp migrates to the sea, and that is where it belongs.

The sound of high-heeled shoes colliding with stones came from under the tree, and the school doctor's family, Ni Nizi, looked up at Gojo Satoru, who was suddenly in a bad mood, and asked after a while of silence:

"Did Natsume's plan start?"

The two are students of the same level in the High School of Conjuration. They have been together for many years, and they got to know Wujo Wu after they got to know Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru looked at the girl in red in the living swamp in the distance, and sighed deeply.

"I can't stop him, I can only do everything I can so that his efforts will not be in vain."

Now is not the time to be sad.

If the expectations in their hearts are fulfilled, for Natsume, that will be more comforting and comforting than all concerns.

"With Natsume covering up, our previous plan can be prepared."

At the same time, the unknown deep mountain.

Many big monsters linger in this place, which is sparsely populated and full of dangers. It is the location of the monsters who advocate attacking the human world.

In the karst caves of the karst landform, the rough and fantastic natural creations are simply decorated as meeting halls.

The conjurer who was sent by the high-level to deliver the letter stood in the hall, lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

The big monsters on the top level looked at him as if they were real, and the terrifying oppression crushed all his arrogance, and cold sweat dripped down his back.

"You mean to let us find our subordinates as cannon fodder? Hehe." The long-haired demon, whose complexion was paler than the freshly painted wall, sneered, pointing out the essence of the matter to the point.

"Although we can't understand those moderate monsters who entrust their own safety to other people who cannot be controlled, but this does not mean that we intend to deal with their life-saving straws."

Just like people usually don't embarrass doctors because they don't know when they may need each other. Similarly, being hostile to Natsume Takashi is of no benefit at all, and it cuts off one's own escape route.

Of course the monsters don't want to.

"No, it's not cannon fodder, and we're not planning to kill Natsume Takashi, but we just want to teach the other party a lesson, let him honestly remove the curse from the monsters, and don't get involved in the affairs of the upper echelons."

"Send more at that time, he will never be able to lock all of them in a different space, and then it will depend on the chance of each monster."

The Messenger felt his heart beating violently as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

Finally, he carefully glanced at the few people on the top, and muttered in a low voice, "Maybe we can find some thorns..."

"My lord!" A demon suddenly called out from the entrance of the cave.

"The little demon is willing to go. I can find a demon to go with me." The coming demon appeared, with black and gray wolf ears on top of his head and a scar on his face. He looked like a cruel and shrewd wolf demon.

He knelt on the ground with one leg, lowering his head to hide the hatred in his eyes.

After six years, he finally made him wait until this day.

Let him have the opportunity to use the power of the monsters to take revenge!

The big demon above was too lazy to bother, and handed over this matter to the wolf demon at will. Several wanted to object, but due to the secret agreement with the high-level staff of the Conjurer Association, and because they were only acting as thugs, they still did not say anything in the end. What.

A few days later, with the arrival of various forces, there are faint signs of turmoil in the coastal city of Yokohama.

But in the gap of time, the parties involved were not as difficult as others imagined.

Natsume sat on the bank of the river of time with a pen and paper, quietly sketching on the paper, the black and white river of time on the paper, magnificent and turbulent, without knowing its source.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in front of the long river of time, paddling and pulling with his hands from time to time, and pictures recorded in time were displayed in front of his eyes.

He is using this method to control the situation outside.

Osamu Dazai was watching in amazement, and at this moment, he inadvertently switched the scene to the headquarters hall of the Conjurer's Association.

Listening to them discussing how to suppress outstanding newcomers, complaining that Gojo Satoru sabotaged their plans by relying on the strongest...

"Tsk tsk, sure enough the upper floors all have the same disgusting face." Dazai Osamu showed a hint of disgust on his face.

Nakahara Chuya was about to agree, when he suddenly added: "Just like Mori Ogai."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

He wanted to hit Osamu Dazai with his hands back, complaining about his leader in front of him as a cadre, pretending that he didn't exist?

Osamu Dazai was familiar with Chuya Nakahara's every move, and as soon as he raised his hand, Osamu Dazai quickly jumped away.

Chuya Nakahara continued to chase and beat him, Osamu Dazai hid and teased Chuya viciously, speaking frivolously///unnecessarily beating.

When he crossed the front of the live broadcast again, he was suddenly attracted by the content discussed on the screen.

"Natsume Takashi is too thorny. If we don't teach him a lesson when he opens the vest this time, he will dare to intensify in the future until he is out of our control."

Osamu Dazai pouted in his heart, and then suddenly realized.

Open the vest? ? ?

Natsume opened a new vest? ? ?

What vest, why doesn't he know? ? ?

When he was distracted, he was careless, and he was punched on the nose by Zhongya Zhongyuan.

The tip of his nose was sore for an instant, and a little bit of tears welled up in his eyes reflexively.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't expect that he could hit it, and raised his fist with a look of surprise.

Osamu Dazai didn't make fun of him, he covered his nose, wiped away his tears, and stared straight at the upper echelons of the magic circle in the picture.

In the screen, several high-level executives finally talked about the point that he was particularly concerned about.

A familiar name fell into his ears——

"Fireflies..."

Osamu Dazai froze!

what?

Isn't Firefly a girl?

How could it be Natsume's vest?

He also scolded Yinghuo, and everyone in the Butei Club scolded him, and even scolded this incident as a grand event in the literary world?

Osamu Dazai was stunned.

Did he hear it wrong?

Any vest is fine, but why Firefly?

Osamu Dazai recalled the memory of him excitedly taking the newspaper to ask Natsume for credit, thinking of the time when he urged everyone to publish in the newspaper to mock Hotaru in front of Natsume, and thinking of the scene where he boasted about him in Buteisha...

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Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground, clutching his nose, with a solid black cloud above his head, and it was raining continuously.

Not far away, Natsume was still observing the mysterious river of time, unaware that he accidentally dropped his vest.

Nakahara didn't react at first, seeing Dazai Osamu's bewildered expression of a thunderbolt in the clear sky, he reacted for a while before realizing that he had pierced Natsume's vest.

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