Special A-level danger warning

The number of people present reached six before they knew it, but the atmosphere suddenly became sinister, and all the excitement and joy before had disappeared.

Wujo Wu raised his small round sunglasses, as if he saw someone who was extremely difficult to deal with, and Yan Yi's disgusted expression appeared on his originally handsome and handsome face.

"Hey, hey, pay attention to the occasion. As the leader of the organization, shouldn't he be busy running around now, why do he still have time to go out for a stroll?"

Yes, that's right, it was you.

With the influx of people from Tokyo to Yokohama, is it so easy to be the leader of the port Mafia?

Not to mention personally supervising and regulating him, to actually stick to his students with such a brazen face, and openly say things that exclude and trample him, even as a blood relative, it's too much!

Gojo Satoru, who couldn't lick other people's cats, vented his anger illogically, thinking that Osamu Dazai, who seemed obedient and well-behaved on the surface, must be viciously mocking him for failing to lick the cats.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him lightly, his iris-colored eyes, just like Feng Xinzhi's, had a little bit of halo, and his gentle tone was mixed with an indescribable contempt, which made people feel happy while accepting it. Something is wrong.

"Not really, Zhijun has arranged everything."

"When I handed over work, I happened to meet Mr. Fukuchi, so I thought it would be good to stop by to see Zhijun, otherwise it would be too pitiful to stay alone in the office and wait for Zhijun to come back to prepare dinner."

"It's not good to feel cold and clear in an empty nest. Wutiao-kun is someone who doesn't have anything to worry about, so he probably can't feel this kind of feeling."

When it comes to tea art, he can be green enough to open a tea garden by himself, and the strongest in the magic world is still too young.

If it is true, Zhijun will also be on his side, and Gojo Satoru has no possibility of being favored.

It's a fresh green tea flavor.

Feng Xinzhi's eyes were slightly blank, but he didn't want to refute, so let's just acquiesce.

It's okay, tea belongs to tea, but compared to the last scene of confronting the devil, this time there is no tea to the point of killing him.

Very good, progress.

He took comfort in a place where he shouldn't be comforted.

Everyone, especially Xia Youjie, Yi Gu Youtai and Fukuchi Yingchi, looked at Dazai Osamu who was calmly sticking to Feng Xinzhi with a calm face, and felt a scent of tea rushing towards them.

Is this the legendary master tea maker?

But the problem is, the teasing guy in front of him seems to have nothing to do with the rumored extremely evil tyrant who controls the entire underground of Kanto?

What about the cold and tyrannical thing that was promised, what is going on with this soft-looking green tea cat?

Yi Gu Yuta, who didn't know Dazai Osamu's real identity, looked at Xia Youjie and Fukuchi Sakurachi's complexions subtly distorted, as if seeing something that shattered the three views, and was a little confused for a while.

However, he always felt that although it looked nothing on the bright side, the atmosphere was already dangerous to the point of being quite tense.

He cautiously held the coffee cup and moved away from the dispute, quietly trying to reduce his sense of existence.

As for Mr. Gojo's expression...

Well, he didn't dare to look, all he knew was that the spell power around him soared up immediately, and the culprit was the white-haired and blue-eyed high school teacher opposite.

Gojo Satoru, who was teased by Osamu Dazai for a moment, froze for a few tenths of a second, and subconsciously refuted the other party's words.

"No, it's a failure if you don't even have someone you care about. I'm not..."

After speaking, his tone suddenly weakened a little, as if he realized the truth of the matter, and found that he was really quite lonely.

Gojo Satoru is truly invincible when he is alone, he can destroy without restraint, and there is no need to worry about anyone being affected by him.

In contrast, Xia Youjie, the only identified best friend, defected because of a deviation in his philosophy, and the lovely students don't need to worry too much...

Wow!Damn it, what is this feeling of being subtly compared to others!

Seeing the green tea cat on the opposite side leaning on his student and giving him a mighty glance, Gojo Satoru felt that his dignity had been greatly challenged.

Absolutely, absolutely can't lose in this kind of place!

Even if Jie gnawed a hundred magic balls, he couldn't bow his head!

The corners of his mouth curled up coldly, and he decisively lifted Xia Youjie, who was innocently watching the battle, and held his armpit high, his face changed into a bright smile in an instant.

Xia Youjie who was held high:? ? ?

What is this for, you bastard!

Gojo Satoru shook up and down, and Xia Youjie, who was suddenly picked up and still a little confused, returned to his original loose and frivolous voice, and maliciously provoked the opposite party.

"Hey, I have met such a small Jie, can you touch a Zhi of the same size?"

Come on, hurt each other!

It is absolutely impossible for a supernatural ability that can eliminate supernatural abilities to do this. He wants to carry out a dimensionality reduction strike!

As he spoke, he deliberately shook Jiewa, whose face was blue with anger, and blatantly mocked him.

Snapped--

The unbearable Xia Youjie burst out of the anger he had accumulated for a long time, and under Yi Guyoutai's hesitant gaze, he wrestled with a big white cat who was not human.

Several times, and there were no less than two or three fights in this short period of time. The reason is that Mr. Wutiao is not doing personnel and is too talkative, right?

Really, he couldn't respect such a five-job teacher anymore.

Yi Guyou smiled too reluctantly, feeling that he was under pressure that he shouldn't have at his age.

However, Gojo Satoru's shot did hit a critical blow.

Osamu Dazai slowly pulled out a signature smirk at a place where Feng Xinzhi couldn't see, the dangerous black mud breath surging in his eyes was so strong that it was about to overflow in an instant.

Very good, once again confirmed that this is an extremely bad class enemy, there is no one.

Although I can't see it because of the viewing angle, the familiar black mud feels the same. Feng Xinzhi tilted his head and looked at the big black cat that was still gurgling and emitting black air, his eyes were softly comforting. mean.

Although he can't touch it, but if he really wants to see it, he can ask Miss Yezi to return him to his younger appearance, no matter how young he is, two or three years old, seven or eight years old, eleven or twelve years old in turn no problem.

Deciphering the meaning in Feng Xinzhi's eyes, Osamu Dazai let out a low "Woo", if there were not a group of outsiders present, he would definitely be able to howl that the Zhijun brand padded jacket is so sweet.

Seven or eight years old already made him wow, so what kind of cutie is a two or three year old who looks like a milk dumpling!

No, I have to find a way to get Okura Yeko to come to the port of Mafia, whether it is work or supervision, she must be on call and use the ability to change the biological age of the target.

Osamu Dazai used his little brain, and stopped paying attention to Gojo Satoru who didn't get the attention of Yukun, and immediately shifted his gaze to Fukuji Sakurachi who had been ignored by them for a long time.

Fukuchi Sakurachi, the captain of the military police "Hound Dog", naturally has the right to command the team members.

Looking at Dazai Osamu's expression of "everything is ready, I owe it to Okura Yuko", Fukuchi Sakurachi couldn't help but wonder if this guy's brain is □□[-]% full of Fengxinzhi, port Mafia It only occupied the remaining sporadic points of attention.

Feng Xinzhi let Osamu Dazai let it go, and sent Okura Yuko into the port. Mafia and Fukuchi Sakura started arguing, brushing the ink cartridges with the words of the underworld with their fingertips, and picked out the one with the strongest demonic spell power. .

He recalled the face of the monster in "Painting Anthology: Atlas of Monsters" and drew in the air, and the place where the pen tip fell was smudged with a strong monster aura.

With just a few strokes, the monster under the brush seems to come alive, and the terrifying and terrifying waves that are constantly escaping have even spawned many accompanying evil curses.

These first-born curses are entangled around, as if waiting for the creator to issue orders, and once ordered, they will immediately rush out to complete the task.

Feng Xinzhi, who confirmed that the words of the underworld did have the power to control monsters and curse, erased the unfinished monsters in one stroke, and naturally handed over the words of the underworld to Fukuji Sakurachi.

The supernatural ability "Mirror Lion" can intensify the power of the weapon held by a hundred times.

"Wait a little longer, it won't be too late to use the power of the language of the underworld until all the population in Tokyo has been evacuated."

Fukuji Sakurachi, who had just finished chatting with Osamu Dazai about sending Okura Yeko into the port of Mafia, took Huang Quanzhi's words, took a deep look at Feng Xinzhi, and didn't say anything after all.

Although I learned that the "book" is in the hands of Dazai Osamu from the mouth of the demon, there is no need to get it now, and the era of political blankness he wanted has irreversibly come.

And, what Osamu Dazai had handed over to him before was about the hunt for the devil, which was a request for cooperation from Osamu Dazai instead of Feng Xinzhi.

With the search forces of the military police and the Supernatural Secret Service Division supplemented by the interception of Mafia at the port, and Osamu Dazai's overall layout and control, there is basically no possibility of Majin escaping.

The few insiders silenced, although it is not safe to say, but it did reduce the possibility of his conspiracy to be exposed.

And Feng Xinzhi in front of him...

Fukuchi Sakura watched him being pulled by Dazai Osamu's sleeves, and then all his attention was diverted. There seemed to be light and shadow flickering where his eyes gathered, adding a few gorgeous tones to his fair side face.

After the date for a drink that day, he had a small get-together with Fukuzawa. Although they ended up breaking up unhappy, it finally let him know the thoughts of his old childhood friend.

Since Fukuzawa is sure of the person, it's okay for him to trust him a little bit.

The wind chime on the door rang again.

"Ah, so many people."

Odasaku, who stretched out his hand to open the door, had a natural expression on his face, his eyes skipped over several unfamiliar faces inside, and landed on Feng Xinzhi who looked back at him, and raised his hand to say hello.

"Long time no see, baby."

Feng Xinzhi responded, and calmly comforted Dazai Zhi, whose body tensed up in an instant, and let the other party tightly grab his clothes.

Dazai Osamu, who didn't dare to turn his head, lowered his head in a gesture that was as unobtrusive as possible, his brain was blank as if he had been cast with a forgetting spell, and he couldn't think at all.

What's going on, what's going on!Shouldn't Odasaku follow the detective agency to evacuate the citizens at this time?It was because of this that he had the courage to come to the coffee shop downstairs of the detective agency!Why did Odasaku come back suddenly? !

His thoughts suddenly became chaotic, and he managed to stop his flustered emotions. When he saw the black suit on his body, his heart was swiped by the capitalized red bold words "It's over".

Women's clothing where there are women's clothing!

There must be maid outfits in this coffee shop!

He doesn't care!You can get away with a small skirt!