Spell Corrosion

"Wow, so the singers have been trapped by this curse spirit for two days?" The frivolous words followed by the whistle, and the second half of the sentence that followed was even more irritating, "Although I know that this beautiful curse Spirits are rare, but it’s wrong to be obsessed with beauty, let’s forget about Miss Ming, singer, you will die like this.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also avoided the falling stone ceiling after being blasted away, and followed the slightly familiar but subtly different voice to look over.

Then he saw a familiar face.

Just younger and more reckless.

He hasn't curbed his sharp edges and corners, and is simply exuding his own uniqueness unscrupulously.

The clothes he was wearing were not the teacher's uniform he was used to, but the clothes he wore when he was a student. The round black sunglasses were on his nose, and the pair of very light blue eyes were looking at him wantonly.

"Curse spirit? Is your six eyes not well developed?"

Chuya Nakahara's words clearly sounded provocative, but when he stood below and looked up, there was a little smile in his eyes.

If he was still a little unsure when he saw Diva and Mingming, now he can be sure.

Something went wrong with Siwuzhuan's calculative magic. He who should have been teleported to the mission location inexplicably crossed time and came to the past.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was still on the ceiling when he made a doubtful sound, but when the end sound fell, he had already flashed in front of Nakahara Nakaya. There was no fancy straight punch straight to the abdomen, and the knuckles of the middle finger were protruding. It was a hit It must be a super painful position.

Simultaneously with Gojo Satoru's attack, there was also a curse spirit coming out from below.

Before being hit, Zhongya Nakahara buttoned the hat on his head. The six eyes with a 360-degree field of vision didn't see his movements clearly. Gojo Satoru felt something in his body was touched, and a strange breath invaded. Some kind of invisible, spiritual existence in his body, and then he felt a pain in his back, and the beautiful humanoid curse spirit kicked him on the back.

The no-lower-limit technique didn't have any effect, but Wujo Satoru didn't have any problems when he hit the huge spell that sprang up from behind.

"Enlightenment!"

As soon as Xia Youjie, who was on the rescue mission with Gojo Satoru, made a move, gravity took over the bodies of all the people present equally, including Mingming and Diva who were about to make a move, all of them were fixed in place.

Not to mention the preparatory actions for performing the surgery, if it wasn't for Zhongyuan Zhong who also said that "acquaintances" restrained himself, everyone present except him would have to be embedded in the ground.

As for Nitzi, who was hiding outside the building while sneaking his probe here, and calling for support at the same time...

Zhong Yuanzhong also just glanced at it, and walked around to Gojo Satoru as if he didn't see it.

Well, he is still a little more interested in the innocent high school student Gojo Satoru, who is only 16 years old and only has middle school two in his mind.

Raising his hand to take off the five sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, Nakahara also scratched the chin of the high school student in front of him like a cat.

"So poor, I didn't survive even one move, so how do you plan to get rid of my curse?"

No lower limit surgery again did not play a role.

Moving the finger down, the local gravity is strengthened, Gojo Satoru is almost forced to lower his head.

"Well, which curse master are you? Sir, do you know that all the curse masters who took the order to kill me were sunk by me from Tokyo Bay to Yokohama port, and they all lost their heads!" Gojo Satoru finally realized that the man in front of him was not at all. It's not a curse, but the power in the body is somewhat similar to the nature of the curse, and you can still see the difference if you distinguish it carefully.

"How much is your order? I'll pay three times! Go back and kill your task issuer!"

The smell of tobacco and very light perfume is captured by the sense of smell as the distance gets closer.

The scent of this perfume seems to be exactly the same as the bottle he saw two days ago. It is his taste, and he likes it a bit.

Gojo Satoru had no idea that the perfume on Chuya Nakahara's body was chosen by "himself".

"Ha, that's a bit expensive. After all, you are so valuable. Are you right, Wutiao classmate?"

Nakahara Nakaya watched Gojo Satoru's ear tips gradually deepening from pink to red, and smiled happily.