Spell Corrosion

Each magic weapon has its own unique ability. For example, Majia's partner, the guy named Soul Eater whose real name is Ita, is the same magic sickle as Majia's father, but his ability is completely different.

Gojo Satoru held the gun blade in his hand, and under the premise that the wavelengths matched perfectly, he immediately noticed that Chuya was different.

It should be a matter of existence.

Zhongyuan, who was supposed to die, didn't die completely because of Huang Ba's vomiting, but he couldn't be counted as alive.

Central Plains also stands at the dividing point between life and death, neither belonging to the living nor the dead.The power of Rage God kept most of his soul, but because of the unshakable authority of death, Chuya's soul was shattered.

The filthy force hit the cracked shell, tearing the gap in the soul wider and wider. If the cracks were not repaired as soon as possible, the violent force like a natural disaster would sooner or later tear the container as a restraining device to pieces.

And in this special state, the soul of the living has the characteristics of a curse spirit.

Taking this miracle as the origin, it created a characteristic that could not have appeared on the magic weapon.

Gojo Satoru looked in surprise at the school that was bulldozed with just one bullet going down: "That's amazing."

Zhong Yuanzhong also recovered his human form, fished out the soul that had been alienated into the egg of ghosts and gods floating in front of him, and took another look at Gojo Satoru... No, it would be too cunning to put all the responsibility on the other party, at least he is also an accomplice.

Not to mention the super magic spirit that evaporated from the world and left only its soul, half of the school was in ruins. If it wasn't for this angle that there were no buildings behind it, it might even cause large casualties.The streets were destroyed, and even the land was plowed five feet bald. Both the width and length of the damage far exceeded expectations.

"Can't you use less magic power?" Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but support his forehead, "This is too exaggerated!"

Can such a big scene come to an end?

Yes, this is the difference between Chuya and other magic weapons.

Normal magic weapons can only amplify the soul wavelength of a craftsman, but because of the current life characteristics, Zhongye can not only amplify the soul wavelength but also strengthen and amplify the spell power.

The huge movement made ordinary residents within a three-kilometer radius think that they had encountered a terrorist attack. The sirens and loud shouts of various vehicles quickly broke the original quiet night atmosphere.

"Because I'm not familiar with Chuya's performance." Gojo Satoru looked innocent, "After realizing that Chuya can also amplify the output of mana power, I deliberately reduced the power. The mana power I input just now is only at this level. "

Speaking of Gojo Satoru, he made a demonstration, threw a bit of magic power condensed from his fingertips towards the warehouse that had disappeared completely, and only a shallow pit less than two meters was smashed out, which formed a strong contrast with the disaster scene in front of him.

So should I pay for this loss?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt his eyes go dark: "Then you use a bloody gun! Can't you cut it with a blade?!"

"But I want to try it." The willful adult spread his hands, "Anyway, let's run first!"

Gojo Satoru had no intention of being responsible at all, and left the accident scene with Chuya, who hadn't reacted, and only sent Yidizhi a location, and left the aftermath of the mess to the hard-working overtime staff.

Finding an empty place where no one was around, Gojo Satoru activated the long-distance teleportation technique evolved from [Cang], and when the scenery in front of him changed, he had already left the scene perfectly, and even caringly did not forget to bring the motorcycle that Chuya was thinking of with him. Piggy back.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang, and the person concerned didn't even look at the caller ID, and hung up and turned off the phone very calmly, then left the motorcycle downstairs as if nothing had happened, and pulled Zhong Ye Walk in the school building.

July was the busiest time for conjurers, and even the four little ghosts in the first grade were pulled out by the night moth. At this time, there was no one in the entire school building in darkness.

"Afterwards, I will have the opportunity to introduce you to the four first-grade brats I teach. It's very interesting." Gojo Satoru took Nakaya upstairs, "By the way, I seem to have forgotten to mention that I was adopted by another brat. People, I am currently studying in the third grade of Pujiandong Middle School, and I will come to the High School of Conjuration next year."

And... anyone else?

He remained silent and didn't answer the words. The mantra that Gojo Satoru had just passed to him gradually faded at this moment. As soon as the thing that filled the gap in his soul disappeared, a more intense hunger immediately returned, even more menacing than the first time.

The corners of Zhongyuan Zhongye's lips pressed down, and a thin layer of cherry color appeared on the originally light-colored lips.

"This is the room next to me."

Press the light switch on the wall, and Yidizhi has cleaned up the inside in advance, and the brand new daily necessities have been cleaned up and neatly sorted.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru decided to praise Yidizhi well at the next meeting, at least for the time being, he will be persecuted by another person next time.

"If Zhongye needs me, just go to the next door. I won't lock the door." Noticing the soul that Zhongye has been holding in the palm of his hand, Gojo Satoru asked, "Didn't you say you're hungry?"

"Ah." Letting go of his hand, away from the appeasement of the other party's soul wavelength, although Nakahara Chuya didn't show it on his face, the stretched veins on the back of his hand revealed the master's current state.

It's such an ugly curse spirit, but when only the soul is left, it turns into something like a round red pudding

He took a tentative bite.

It has no taste, and the texture is similar to real pudding, at most it is a little more springy than pudding.

But this kind of satisfaction is not comparable to normal eating.

"Chuya." Watching the ocher-haired boy cat squinting his eyes in satisfaction, Gojo Satoru took advantage of the other party's good mood to throw out his own doubts, "Could it be that my mantra can replace this to some extent for you?" An alienated soul called the egg of ghosts and gods?"

Was it noticed?

Zhongyuan Zhong also categorically denied: "No."

"Okay, Chuya said no, then it's not, then..." Gojo Satoru looked like you said what you said, and his tone was very perfunctory. At first glance, the answer was completely unconvincing, "I still want to eat something tonight What? I ordered a takeaway."

Finally, Wujo Wujo, who remembered that he still couldn't turn on the phone, pulled out two cup noodles, one for each person, which was regarded as a solution for dinner.

After tidying up the trash, Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, pinned the round sunglasses on his collar and said goodbye to Nakahara Nakaya: "Remember to call me tomorrow morning, I will go back to Shiwu College with you."

"Whispering." Zhong Yuan was also holding the doorknob, ready to close the door at any time, "Didn't you say you didn't have a rest for a week? Hurry up and get out."

"It turned out that Zhong also heard it." Gojo Satoru stopped at the door, "Shouldn't you say good night to your guardian?"

"...Why do you have so many things to do?" Although his tone was a little impatient, Zhongyuan Zhong also complied with the other party's wishes, "Good night, is this okay for the head office?"

I thought that the other party would obediently leave after achieving his goal, but his wrist was grabbed without warning. Due to the height difference, Nakahara Nakaya had to stand on tiptoe after Gojo Satoru exerted a little force, and the broken hair on his forehead was pulled away , a light kiss was imprinted on the forehead.

Huge spell power is transmitted through the place where the skin meets.

The whole set of movements of the strongest conjurer was so fast that the unprepared Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even react. When he came back to his senses, Gojo Satoru had already withdrawn and left.

"Good night Zhongye, sleep well."

The door is closed.

The ochre-haired boy who was left in place only felt the heat from his forehead to his neck, and because he didn't have time to attack while the other party was still there, he had to swallow his curse words back.

For a moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know whether he should open the door and rush out to kick Gojo Wutiao hard, or calm down and act as if nothing happened.

Calm down, isn't it just a good night kiss.

Probably that frivolous man did this to his adopted children.

Yes, it must be so!

Nakahara Nakaya, who was obsessed with this matter, finished washing and changed into new pajamas that still smelled of saponin, and thought he would suffer from insomnia after nestling in the soft bed.

The huge mantra bonded the broken soul, and the soul that was so heavy after opening his eyes in this world was completely relaxed.

That guy gave him such a huge spell power, is he okay?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his pillow, and fell asleep in a warm sense of peace of mind.

The author has something to say: Jia Geng

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感谢在2020-12-2022:11:08~2020-12-2118:07:44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 grenade: 1 wife;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 bodhi seed under the tree;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：给闪闪端茶倒水、黑猫喵喵喵40瓶；不详31瓶；江遥遥遥遥15瓶；chuya是哒宰的10瓶；双黑太中好吃~（中厨、是不是所有卡池都会读、滚滚MIA5瓶；冷酷如我3瓶；

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