i made a fortune from cursing

The size of the summoned object is the size that can fit perfectly in the pot that Shinki cooks.

It is very cute and has a QQ bouncing, as if kneaded into a ball, it can be used as a leather racket, and it can bounce into the sky with one shot.

Gojo Satoru immediately guessed that the summoned "doll" Fuheshier was the effect of God praying for food.

He put down the plate and chopsticks that were still in his hand, and returned Fu Heisher's words to him intact: "Why are you? Bad luck."

This "unlucky" is really unlucky. The person he killed with his own hands was summoned by him as a mascot after eating a piece of meat one day.

Gojo Wujou dropped Fuheisher, who could be squeezed with one hand, into the air with his head between his hands: "God pray, come here."

The summoning effect of Spicy Tendon Meat is on cooldown, and the cooldown lasts for half a year. Shenqi eats large pieces of meat, and he is not afraid to summon a mascot like Gojo Satoru.

With a few grains of hot pepper on his lips, Shenqi raised his head to look at Gojo Wu, and continued to eat bitterly.

Dog rolls can't eat spicy food, so they can only watch Shenqi eat all the food.

Gojo Satoru was so enraged by God that he rolled his eyes. He was a little bit more considerate of his former homeroom teacher and now the principal of the Conjuration College—Night Moth Zhengdao.

He calmed down, and silently recited the "Clear Heart Sutra" given to him by Ye Mo Zhengdao.

Fu Heisher was pinched by Gojo Satoru with his fingers, and he couldn't even reach him with his aggrieved hands.

The Fuheisher version of the doll directly ran in front of Shenqi, Wutiao realized: "You tell me he is a mascot, why is he auspicious, and seeing a bad face makes people hate it."

Shenqi wiped his mouth clean and condemned Gojo Wu: "Teacher Wutiao, he is a mascot, how can you treat him like this."

Gojo Satoru sneered, and threw Fu Heisher out directly: "Such an unlucky mascot, I'll give it to you."

Goujuan subconsciously picked up the lid of the pot on the table and blocked the mascot Fuheshier who was throwing prayers to the gods.

Fu Heisher kicked deftly and landed lightly.

He took out a miniature short knife from his waist, and said viciously, "Gojo Satoru, are you courting death?"

Fu Heisher was easily pressed down on the table with one finger, his face was in contact with the cold marble table, and the dagger was snatched away by Gojo Satoru.

He mocked: "A person who can't hit my knee when he jumps up is still talking so crazy?"

Gojo Satoru and the mascot who has all the memories of Fuheshier and is equal to himself are disgusted with each other.

"Shenqi, how to solve this problem." Gojo Satoru said impatiently.

[Fu Heisher, spell killer, professional boy, father of Fu Heihui.Cause of death: Killed by Gojo Satoru because of the "Astral Plasma" incident.The current identity is the mascot summoned by Gojo Satoru (unable to unbind before 126114000s), which can bring auspiciousness and good luck to the binder. ]

On the box displayed by the intermediate identification technique, the unbinding time began to flow.

After checking the identification of the mascot, Shenqi said: "The mascot has been bound to Mr. Wutiao, and it can only be unbound after 12611400s."

Gojo Goto did the math, and in exactly four years, his son would be graduating from high school.

He said impatiently: "Just throw it away."

Gojo Satoru is not a good-tempered person at all, so don't even think about letting annoying things follow him.

God prayed back to him: "The mascot is bound to Mr. Wujo and cannot be discarded."

"Just kill it directly."

When Gojo Satoru said the word "kill", his tone was light and light. For him, "kill" became the mascot of Fuheisher as easy as killing a few ants.

Shenqi poked Fu Heshier with his finger, and got a bad look.

"It was Mr. Wujo who robbed the spicy tendon meat to eat. If Mr. Wujo hadn't made trouble, I should be the one who summoned the mascot." Shenqi gloated at Wujo Wu's obvious conflict with the mascot.

It's okay to be the first to eat the food he made, but Gojo Satoru tasted it first, and now thinking about it, he is still very angry.

Shenqi packed up the kitchen utensils and glanced at the mascot and said, "Teacher Wutiao, you can kill or throw it as you like, and it has nothing to do with me."

Goujuan hesitated for a while and followed Shenqi.

[Dog Curly Thorn: Did Teacher Wutiao really kill the mascot? ]

Shen Qi said: "Teacher Wu Tiao has definitely been punished, and the mascot is not as simple as he thought."

Gojo Satoru held the small knife he snatched from Fu Heisher in his hand, and the tip of the knife slashed across the marble tabletop, making a notch.

He repeated this action, and it didn't take long for the table to be criss-crossed with notches.

"Are you going to go yourself, or let me do it?"

After Fu Heisher realized that he could respond to Gojo Satoru, he got up in a good mood and patted the ashes on his body.

He said strangely, "Master, I am your mascot, I will always be by your side, and let the auspicious light surround you."

"Response."

The tip of the knife poked into the marble tabletop, and the table collapsed into a pile of rubble.

Fu Heisher jumped off the rock, and now the ashes that had just been swept off his body returned.

The quality of the Fuhei mini knife is very good, a weapon worth [-] million yuan, even after being reduced in size, it can still cut iron like mud.

The knife spun around in Wujo Wu's hand, and the dust standing on it fell off. He didn't care and said, "Just kill it."

The tip of the knife stopped when it was one centimeter away from Fu Heisher, and a bolt of lightning from the sky struck Gojo Satoru.

With a knife in his hand, Gojo Satoru dispelled the no-lower-limit spell, but gave Lightning an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The hair is directly blown into a hedgehog head because of static electricity.

This lightning is obviously related to this unlucky mascot.

Gojo Satoru dropped the knife and decided to crush him to death with his hands.

Another centimeter away, Gojo Satoru's fingers turned and stopped in front of his own nose.

Gojo Satoru tried many methods, but none of them could really cause substantial damage to Fu Heisher.

Fu Heisher smiled and said, "May auspiciousness always be with me."

Seeing Wujo Satoru deflated, he was in a good mood.

The shit mascot, the auspicious one is obviously himself.

Gojo Satoru teleported home, followed by the lingering mascot.

Out of sight and out of mind, he directly and automatically blocked Fuheshier.

Gojo Satoru, who had just come out of the bathroom, was still damp with moisture, and a white towel was covering his head, trying to absorb the moisture from the top of his head.

Because of taking a bath, Gojo Satoru took off the bandage wrapped around his eyes.

His translucent eyes are radiant, and his eyelashes are unusually white, which makes people feel cold when he is not smiling. The corners of his eyes and brows seem to be covered with snow, revealing a bottomless chill.

Fuheshier occupied his bed, he didn't recognize the bed, and moved around in various ladies' homes, he had experienced all kinds of living environments.

Isn't it just spending a few years with people you hate?As long as he doesn't mind being separated, Wujo Wu is the one who is separated.

Thinking about it, it's still a bit cool to see Wujo Wu's constipated heart attack expression from time to time.

"Get off." Gojo Satoru said rudely.

"Master, I am your mascot, I must always be by your side, even on the bed."

He played many role-playing games during his lifetime, facing different ladies he could always change into the appearance that suits their wishes.

Apart from his body shape, no matter how you look at him, he is a tough man. When he does such a slightly seductive behavior, he unexpectedly has a different style.

Gojo Satoru was nauseated, he picked up his collar, opened the window and threw him directly.

When he lifted the quilt and was about to go to bed, the "mascot" he had just thrown fell from the sky and landed on his bed.

Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled, and the smile was a bit dark: "Isn't it the mascot?"

He took out the rope, tied Fu Heisher into a dumpling and hung it on his door.

Fu Heisher, who was hanging by the rope, swayed from side to side, and the gall was about to be shaken out.

"It's not bad to open the door to ward off evil spirits." He lay back on the bed and turned over, "Shit mascot!"

Gojo Satoru, who didn't sleep well all night, arrived in the classroom and the first thing he did was to announce today's self-study.

Gojo Satoru had thick dark circles under his eyes with white bandages, and Fu Heisher kept making noises, which woke him up several times from his light sleep.

No conjurer dares to sleep to death at night, because no one knows whether he can wake up again after falling asleep.

"Teacher Wutiao seems to be asleep." Panda probed.

He tried to make a slight noise, but Gojo Satoru didn't respond.

Shenqi quickly took out a pen from the drawer, and quietly approached Gojo Satoru, planning to draw a big cat on his face to avenge him for grabbing food.

Maki couldn't say a word: "I must have learned this from Thorn, the king of pranksters."

Gou Juan innocently spread his hands, saying that this has nothing to do with him.

The tip of the pen clearly passed across Wujo Wu's face, but it didn't leave any mark.

Is the pen broken?

Shenqi drew a picture on the paper, water could come out, and the pen was not broken.

He was trying to draw, but Gojo Satoru still didn't get any ink marks on his face.

Believe it or not, I changed another pen.

The panda sighed and stopped him: "Shenqi, it's useless. When Wu's no-lower-limit technique is activated, the speed of any object approaching him will become slower and slower. In other words, as long as the no-lower limit technique is activated, there will be nothing can touch him."

God prayed for a while, and replaced the target with Gojo Satoru's blindfold.

After making trouble, Shenqi thought about a question.

"If nothing can touch Mr. Wutiao after the no-lower-limit technique is activated, will the clothes worn by Mr. Wutiao also be unable to touch him?"

This question has never been thought of by others.

Maki frowned and said in distaste: "Think about it this way, as long as Gojo Satoru activates No Lower Limit, it will be in a 'vacuum state'?"

The panda thought: "Now Wu has turned the no-lower-limit spell into a passive trigger, and has been maintaining the activation of the spell with the minimum consumption of mana power."

Shenqi concluded: "So Wujo teacher has been a vacuum?"

Yigu felt that he should come out and interrupt their conversation, because he noticed that Wujo-sensei actually woke up when Shenqi tried to paint his face.

After becoming a conjurer, he knew the pressure of a conjurer.

Wujo teacher really fell asleep just now.

He suddenly knew what it was like to be trusted.

In the face of them, Wutiao teacher can let go of the burden and trust them to sleep soundly in front of them.

Even though Mr. Wutiao has the existence of no lower limit spells, Yi Gu still feels the warmth.

Gojo Satoru tore off the bandage, and stuffed Shenqi's dirty bandage into his pocket.

He quickly punched everyone except Yi Gu in the head.

"Gojo Satoru, are you so insane that you don't even let girls go?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to Yi Gu: "Didn't I let go of a boy?"

Maki curled her lips: "I know that you and Yi Gu have double standards for each other."

"To call the teacher."

Goujuan rubbed his head with one hand, and rubbed Shenqi's head with the other hand.

[Shenqi: Pranks are risky, it hurts. ]

[Dog Juan: I'm in pain too. ]

Shenqi and Goujuan started a private chat behind the others' backs.

[Shenqi: I will go to the Armed Detective Agency after school and ask Mr. Kunikida for a lock of his hair, and the bandage that Mr. Dazai just unwrapped. ]

[Dog Curly Thorn: ... Is this also an ingredient? ]

God prayed to send a long list of ingredients needed for "human oil" to Goujuan, Goujuan was silent for a long time, still wondering what the combination of these ingredients has to do with shaved ice?

Gojo Satoru on the podium has already discovered that someone in the audience is deserting.

He called by name and said: "Shenqi, Gou Juan, repeat what I just said."

Goujuan replied calmly: "Salmon."

"God prays, it's your turn."

Gou Juan easily got away with "salmon", so what should he do?

Seeing that Shenqi couldn't answer for a long time, Wutiao Wuyi pointed out: "A certain two classmates have a good relationship, so they can't whisper in class that we can't hear."

All eyes looked at Shenqi and Goujuan.

Gou Juan's eyes dodged, hotness welled up on his cheeks.

"Is Mr. Wutiao jealous of other people's close friends?" Shen Qi asked forcefully, "If Mr. Wutiao wants friends, I can pretend."

Wujo Wu recited the "Qingxin Sutra" silently again. If the student he recruited killed him, wouldn't he slap him in the face?

After the anger subsided, Gojo Satoru repeated the previous words.

"A conjurer recommended you and Goujuan to become quasi-first-level sorcerers."

After the exchange meeting, other conjurers who were paying attention to the competition noticed Shenqi, who had no magic power but relied on physical ability to show great strength, and Goujuan, who was proficient in using spells.

Gojo Satoru was ready after the exchange meeting. Instead of letting other people recommend them to upgrade, it is better to ask more reliable people to complete this matter.

After all, it was difficult for him to guarantee that the magicians who recommended them would not be instructed by high-level officials to tamper with God's upgrade evaluation.

Gojo Satoru continued: "Tomorrow, the two of you will join forces with first-level magician Qihai to complete the upgrade assessment."

tomorrow?

God prayed to send a message to the dog curly spine.

[Shenqi: The upgrade assessment tomorrow will not affect me to go to the Armed Detective Agency to collect ingredients after school. ]

The dog roll's message was sent quickly.

[Dog Curl Thorn: Together! ]

[Shen Qi: Good! ]

After replying to the message, Shenqi rubbed his hands a little excitedly, hoping to get a first or second level spell spirit in tomorrow's upgrade assessment.

He needs to replenish the food stock.