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Sure enough, Feng Xinzhi walked out of the detective agency and received a call from Gojo Satoru.

"Hi, long time no see, do you miss your wise and handsome Wujo teacher~"

The ending sound rises like a wave, which fully shows the bad attributes of an unscrupulous teacher.

Hearing these words, Feng Xinzhi didn't blink his eyes, and just opened his mouth with a set of perfunctory rhetoric.

"No, generally speaking, normal people don't miss their teacher just because they've been apart for a few days."

"Ah, ah, if Zhizhi said that, the teacher would be very sad~ Anyway, Zhizhi is not a normal person, so I still miss your dear Wutiao teacher."

Ignoring logic and then making strong arguments by the way, this is the unreliable look that Wujo Satoru, who is a teacher of the high school of conjuration, often shows to the students.

Feng Xinzhi didn't want to argue with Wujo Wu on this issue, anyway, the end result was either he compromised, or Wujo Wu complained that he was treated unfairly by the students in the chat room of the college students.

If it weren't for being too invincible, Gojo Satoru would have been sacked long ago.

"That's right, that little detective with prickly hair like Hui told me about a kind of shrinking medicine called something, can you have it there?"

The tone of voice on the phone was full of cheerfulness, like a white-haired cat that kept protruding its claws and suddenly found a scratching post that smelled of fragrant cat grass.

The sentence pattern, which was obviously a question, was turned into a tone of surprise and exclamation by this overly happy tone.

Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to cover up the bad taste in his words, or that was his essential character.

Feng Xinzhi silently glanced at the in-call icon displayed on the phone, with a blank expression.

What is "a little detective with prickly hair like Hui"?

One sentence trampled two people.

So with your mouth like this, it's no wonder that Mr. Luanbu wants to cheat you.

Although in a sense the only person who was really hurt was Xia Youjie.

Thinking this way, he silently reported the full name of the medicine that became smaller.

"APTX4869."

"That's right, that's the name, remember to bring a few extra ones, love~"

Gojo Satoru quickly reported an address in Fukuoka Prefecture, and before Feng Xinzhi could ask, he hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

Why meet in Fukuoka Prefecture?

Feng Xinzhi turned around in his thoughts, and vaguely touched a clue, but he was still a little uncertain.

But compared to this, what he cares more about is actually the request in Wutiao Wuhua to bring a few more APTX4869s.

How should I put it, this thing is not impossible.

The port Mafia controls the ports in the Kanto area. As a transnational terrorist organization, the black organization wants to carry out smuggling, trading and other activities, so it is inevitable to deal with Mafia.

APTX4869 is a new type of poison developed by researchers in the black organization. The drug research department of the port Mafia has indeed purchased a batch. Naturally, there is no problem for him to obtain some samples.

However, according to the pharmacological report submitted by the research department, the main function of this drug is to induce programmed cell death, and generally speaking, it will not degenerate to the early childhood.

So strictly speaking, APTX4869 cannot be called a shrinking drug in the true sense, and there is a very high risk of death at the same time.

Of course, this is only for ordinary people. People with supernatural powers or conjurers who have been strengthened by their own power will have a high probability of triggering the degeneration of the whole body cells.

Because there is almost no risk of death for a conjurer whose body is strengthened by magic power, it is self-evident that Wujo Satoru asked him to carry a few more.

Sure enough, he didn't want to harm the students of the college, but he wanted to make fun of his colleagues, right?

So, does he bring it or not?

Feng Xinzhi briefly fell into the entanglement of difficult choices.

……

When it comes to Fukuoka, Hakata is naturally not to be missed.

Gojo Satoru waved vigorously to Feng Xinzhi who came out of Hakata Station, his attitude was quite enthusiastic as opposed to usual.

Feng Xinzhi, who wasn't a joker, looked at his casual attire ready to go shopping at any time, but couldn't help but put a question mark.

Is this person really planning to travel?

"Well, don't look at me like that, I'll be shy~"

The shy Wujo Wucibai didn't show any embarrassment at all on his face.

A pair of small round sunglasses with a slight sense of humor rested on the bridge of his tall nose, and even those blue eyes that seemed to contain the sky and the sea couldn't save the mean smile on his face.

"I entrusted someone else to watch over Jie, don't worry."

"So, don't you want to visit Hakata? The ramen here is super famous, don't you really plan to try it?"

Gojo Satoru raised his fingertips, took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and swayed slowly. With the blessing of his slender eyelashes, the beauty value of the white-haired cat almost doubled.

Hakata and ramen, two words that are fine separately, but have a subtle meaning when combined.

Just like the entire Hakata area, the calm on the surface cannot conceal the turbulent undercurrent of extreme chaos inside.

Although the level of chaos here is not as good as in Yokohama, crimes and killers are indeed everywhere.

For this unreasonable request, Feng Xinzhi, who didn't want to make any troubles at all, refused it of course. He let the 1.9-meter giant white cat blink and show its beautiful appearance, and he was not moved.

He didn't want to be dragged to play until midnight before getting ready to get down to business, or to follow Gojo Satoru who had a sudden whim until all night.

Under Feng Xinzhi's quiet and calm gaze, Wujo Satoru, who had already prepared the Hakata play strategy, naturally did not give up this plan resentfully, no matter whether he accepted it or not, in short, he forced Amway.

What, I don't take care of the teacher's mood to make trouble at all, so I really don't want to listen to the childish words.

Feng Xinzhi: ...

This is very bad. You don't do your own business and force the students to have fun together?

He looked at Gojo Satoru who was clearly 27 or [-] years old but looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old DK, his kite-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a little bit of dangerous black in them.

"Would you like to try APTX4869?"

Gojo Satoru, who was walking in front and happily letting himself go, showed a very happy smile on his face, tilted his head and looked back at the students who showed signs of black mud.

His eager tone was mixed with some obvious publicity and frivolity, as if Feng Xinzhi's figure was calmly reflected in the blue eyes that condensed the entire universe.

"You can give it a try, Zhizhi, and see if you can stuff the shrinking medicine into my mouth."

For Gojo Satoru, it's just that Feng Xinzhi couldn't control his desire to tease the cat after seeing Feng Xinzhi like this. There are indeed other meanings, but not the most important.

Therefore, the words that did not have any negative connotations were naturally full of provocation and contempt when they were uttered from the mouth of the strongest man who had always been surly.

Or to describe it as provocative, no one is qualified to let the strongest him make provocations, at least Feng Xinzhi, who has not yet reached the field.

The strong wind swept past his eyes with almost violent spell power, and the scattered golden light particles condensed the power to annihilate everything, pushing everything to the final heat death.

The golden light penetrates everywhere, constantly burning the infinity that covers the whole body after the "no lower limit" technique is activated.

"It's not enough."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to hold Jin Guangxu in his hand, the theoretically inaccessible infinity completely separated his palm from the golden streamer.

The golden light surrounded by infinity lost the energy to maintain its form, and suddenly annihilated like a collapse.

The strongest man in the world of conjuration gently raised the light particles flowing from his fingers, and stretched out a finger to touch his upper lip, which was as bright as glazed lips evoking a pleasant arc.

"Child, let's go too far."

Only a little too much can make him serious.

The continuously superimposed attack power gradually converged and condensed into substance, and what aroused his interest a little, for example, was the frantic wave of destruction in Yokohama before.

So let's reproduce the calamity that befell the world like a disaster that day.

There was a flamboyant and arrogant smile on Gojo Satoru's face, and the delicate to perfect facial lines also outlined the slightly morbid madness emerging from the essence.

Inducing students to create another disaster of destruction is completely disqualifying the teacher, but the so-called rules and systems have never been able to restrain him.

Disqualification—just disqualification, and he doesn't care.

The wild and rising spell power covered his whole body, like an inextinguishable burning fire from the sky, which almost swept up the momentum of thunderstorm and storm.

The slightly rising tone came faintly in the frenzy, carrying a strong evil taste.

"Zhizhi's current attack is not excessive at all, let alone to the point of stuffing medicine into my mouth."

"Imagine that if you succeed, you will be able to see the small, super cute Wujo teacher! You can also hold it high!"

Feng Xinzhi: ...

Thinking about it this way, I immediately didn't want to fight anymore.

The spell power entangled in his body was condensed and compressed as much as possible, and the magic formula existing between the virtual and the real constantly mediated the state of the energy.

In an instant, these stagnant forces flowed out from the fingers very lightly and slowly, like a stopped clock turning again.

The extremely calm feeling is like the late night sky before the mad haze sweeps across. There is no wind, no clouds, no stars, no moon, even the light is gone, as if everything has been completely annihilated.

"It's not that I don't want to open the domain, on the contrary, when the "Box of Enchantment" dissipated, it engraved its own domain on my spell. "

"So, before it is completely devoured, you can only expand the areas that have not been fully integrated."

Feng Xinzhi lowered his eyes, and the slender stream of light lit up his clear and beautiful side face, and his fair and beautiful face seemed to outline the late cherry blossoms and frosty moon in the Hundred Views of Mount Fuji.

His voice was so clear that it penetrated into the figurative infinite barrier, and fell in the air like cold raindrops.

"Would you like to try it out, half-formed dual domains."

The mantra spread out like a pitch-black night, like a crack leading to a dead land, from which spread crow-feather-colored wings covering the sky.

……

"So, it's all because Zhizhi is too cunning."

Although the "no lower limit" technique did not break the defense, it was still slightly affected by the semi-formed field.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be enduring the pain, but in fact he took the shrinking medicine happily, and under the effect of the medicine, he shrank to a figure the size of seven or eight years old.

The edges and corners of his face softened, almost so tender that water can be squeezed out, completely worthy of his self-proclaimed super cuteness, and the exquisite eyebrows and eyes are full of interest in becoming this way.

Xia Youjie, whose spell power was sealed and was originally lifeless, couldn't hold back his twitching when he looked at Gojo Satoru, who was standing in front of him, who seemed to be well-behaved, but in fact had the meaning of "I've never seen such a beautiful and cute kid." I rolled my eyes a few times.

Okay, he knows why this bastard only seals his spell power and doesn't kill him these days, is he actually thinking such a bad idea?

He smiled coldly, and for the first time looked down at this 1.9-meter-long-grown guy with short hair, and decisively stretched out his hand to press Wujo Wu's head.

Although isolated by Infinity, this did not prevent him from taunting.

"Wu looks like this, it is indeed a bit short."

Gojo Satoru, who was caught off guard by being ridiculed for his height:? ? ?

Wait, why are you saying again who is short?

Lao Tzu is 1.9 meters! 1.9 meters!

Feng Xinzhi, who was standing aside, couldn't hold back his smile, and gently turned his eyes away from the suddenly irritable Gojo Satoru.

Ah, this scene is indeed delightful.