Spell Corrosion

It will be another day before Zhongyuan Zhongya wakes up from his serious injury.

During the period, Wujo wanted to participate in the meeting, but was stopped by Noctua.As Wujo Wu's head teacher back then, Ye Mo knew how difficult the student he brought out was difficult to deal with, so he might not make a shocking speech on the spot.

But without five, the night moth also failed to escape the Shura field between the high-level.

Because the dead martial arts school is also involved in this incident, and theoretically speaking, Zhongye belongs to the dead martial arts college. Of course, after Black Star collected all the souls dropped by the curse spirits on the scene, he just arrived at the magic arts college. On the back foot, Noctua moth invited him to attend the meeting on behalf of the dead martial arts school.

If Noctua were not in such a hurry, the situation might not have become so exciting when seeing Tsubaki hesitate to speak.

Hei Xing said: "Central Plains is also a member of the Death Martial Arts Academy. You executed the execution silently, did you get the permission of the God of Death?" He pushed all the upper floors of the Academy back, and the meeting room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

After a few loud reprimands, probably because Black Star was only a 15-year-old student, someone finally accused Black Star of being unworthy of saying such things here. If you want to have a good discussion, let Death himself connect.

Noctua thought to himself that although these guys didn't ask Death to be there in person, they just connected, but they were provocative enough.

And the blue-haired kid next to him didn't look like a mild-tempered type.

In the next second, Black Star really lived up to Noctua's expectations, and directly accepted the provocation from the opposite side.

"Don't engage in political pedantry with my uncle." He took out his three-star worker's ID and slapped it on the table. Black Star's license was different from that of ordinary workers. There was an extra one representing his identity on the base map of the ID card. Blue five-pointed star, "I don't know what the qualifications you are referring to, but I put it here." After clicking on the ID on the table, Black Star raised an eyebrow, "If you think I said Those words are farting, be careful that one night the assassination team of the Death Martial Arts School will come to your door late at night with a death list with your name on it."

After saying this, Black Star didn't even give the other party a chance to beep, and turned around and left.

As for the documents he left on the table, the room was silent again for a while after being seen clearly by the senior executives.

It is estimated that no one would have imagined that the immediate boss of the assassination team of Siwuzhuan is not the legendary zombie who is resurrected from the dead, the bright man called [Dead Man], but a 15-year-old with impulsive personality and passion. kid.

Afterwards, when Noctua went to Black Star to return his ID, he asked him if he wanted to visit the Central Plains Chuya who had been saved by him, but Black Xing took the ID and put it in his pocket, and threw him a sack full of it. All pretended to be the eggs of ghosts and gods that were collected at the battle scene in Kawasaki City.

"No, give him this, I'll go to Kid and ask what to do next."

So Wujo Satoru, who missed the whole slap in the face, was relayed by Noctua carrying a sack after everything was over.

And now, Gojo Satoru, who had peeled apples into little rabbits, had the sack beside him, and told Chuya about it again when he woke up.

Although the wounds on his body had been healed by Nitrogen, the bleeding could not be conjured out of thin air, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was still pale, was ordered to rest in bed for three days.

Staring at the rabbit with the apple that Gojo Satoru handed to his mouth in distaste, Nakaya finally reached out to take it: "My hand is not disabled yet." After eating this small piece of apple, Nakaya glanced at the sack next to the bed , "The one named Black Star, did you say that I will handle all of this?"

"That's his booty, it's none of my business, I just packed a bag for him with Xiao Chun." Gojo Wu said imitating Black Star's tone, "That's what the kid said."

Zhong also estimated the amount inside, and felt that this could be regarded as an overnight fortune. If possible, he even wanted to do it again. Maybe he would be cured after repeating it three times?

"Put away your crooked ideas, Chuya." Seeing through what Chuya was up to at a glance, Gojo Satoru turned the fruit knife upside down and hit Chuya on the forehead with the handle, "Do you still want to listen to your judgment? ?”

"No, I won't eat it, and how old are you and you still need to peel rabbit apples?" Zhong also refused Wutiao's feeding, and leaned over to open the sack next to him. The eggs of ghosts and gods piled up inside made him slightly dilated Closed his eyes, Gojo Gojo noticed with sharp eyes that the corners of Chuya's mouth raised a little not so obvious.

Looks like a normal kid who got candy.

Instead of struggling in the slums, he experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships early on, and used force to pretend to be the king of sheep in an organization.

"What's the verdict? Let you supervise me?" Zhong also fished out a ghost egg, bent his eyes, and planned to use his soul to replace the three meals in the next few days.

"I peeled the rabbit apple for you, Chuya, not for myself." Gojo Satoru threw the fruit knife into the dinner plate, and stopped peeling the rest of the apple, and just took a bite out of his mouth, " You actually guessed it, but it's not quite right."

The incident finally ended with Black Star bringing the Death God's document.

Kid's meaning is very clear, the students of the dead martial arts school are not in the turn of the conjuration school.

Now that Chuya's soul is unstable and will lose control due to external stimuli, then let him stay with Gojo Satoru and collect ghost eggs by hunting curse spirits.

Even though Chuya shared part of the work for the conjuration world, and the damage to Kawasaki City was handled by Shiwuzhuan, everyone took a step back and no longer pursued this matter.

Of course, this official language is pretty good, and everyone in the high school understands that Kid means to let Zhongye follow Wujo to make soy sauce. After all, since two people act together and are not separated at all, how can there be such a thing as sharing work? , in the end, it's not that Wujo Wu should work as much as he needs.

And the task in Black Star's hands was transferred to Majia, and I acted as the representative of the Death Martial Arts Academy with the two Zhongye, both in supervision and on the guard against spells.

By the way, let Black Star help me to familiarize myself with the lessons of the dead martial arts school.

But this is just a glorified statement.

The original words of Death Kid are that Black Star is only responsible for actual combat, so please be sure to let Black Star's magic weapon Tsubaki teach you in terms of schoolwork.

"So Chuya, do you want to go home with me?"

Chuuya stiffened his swallowing movements.

Go home with Wujo?

Do you mean to officially adopt him?

Chuya didn't answer immediately, and thought for a second, remembering that Wujo seemed to have mentioned yesterday that he still has an adopted son.

So if I go back with Wutiao, I will have an extra brother?No, maybe it could be the brother?

Five scenes of him holding him with his left hand and his adopted son with his right hand, who didn't know if it was his elder brother or younger brother, kissed each other goodnight.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt that he was choked.

To be honest, the environment in which he grew up determined that he had never experienced the way of getting along with a normal family, so...

Silently eating the soul in his hand, Chuya suddenly felt that for him, this kind of family affection is more difficult than pinching the curse spirit with bare hands.

"Chongye, are you thinking of how to politely reject me?" Wu Tiaowu hooked his long legs, and hid the bag of eggs of ghosts and gods next to him behind him, "Think about it again?"

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