Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

Su Nuo's fingers on both sides of Man Ling's body were a complete accident, and the knotweed picked it up and trotted towards the blond man.

At this time, Jianren Qihai was walking towards the victim student who was lying on the side, trembling all over and covered in blood. He skillfully checked the other party's injuries without causing secondary injuries.

The amount of bleeding is huge, and it is not fatal if treated in time, but it will definitely leave scars.

Nowadays, if the facial features are not correct enough, people will make irresponsible remarks, let alone have obvious scars on the face.

Jianren Nanami sighed silently in his heart, and shook his head to express his rejection to Yuzu Yuhito who handed him a finger.

Now he doesn't have the conditions for sealing. Although he doesn't know the reason, the knotweed Youren did effectively suppress the aura of the two-faced Su Nuo, and it is safer to put his fingers on the opponent.

The blond man leaned over and let the knotweed stick climb into his hand very gentlemanly, intending to take advantage of the chaos and leave.

Knotweed held fingers that were half his height, and felt a bit like a pillow, but the feel was too bad.

Recalling the various unpleasant experiences of getting along with the two-faced Nuo in his previous life, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his muscle strength increased step by step. If it was not a super-grade spell in his hand, he would probably be crushed into a small pancake under his strength .

——No, special-grade spells are not very good either.

Under the gazes of the two in amazement, Yu Zhang Youren moved the finger joints of Su Nuo on both sides.

It is well known that special-grade spell objects cannot be destroyed.

A special-grade spell can almost represent eternity, and it will not change from the moment it is produced.

However, at this moment, the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo, who could climb to the top even among the special-grade curse objects, were bent.

Yuzu Yuhito continued to apply force, and his fingers were all rolled up by him. He raised his fingers curled up like shrimp balls excitedly to ask for credit from Jianren Qihai.

Jianren Qihai, who did not understand the other party's intentions, was still in a state of shock. The other party's actions broke the common sense in the magic world for thousands of years.

The balance is about to be upset.

"Praise me..." Knotweed, who knew Qihai Jianren's character, was not too disappointed.But he still bowed his head and made a very sad look secretly brewing emotions, planning to perform a tearful performance.

——He felt that if he really cried, Nana Ming's expression would be very interesting.

"..." The man didn't speak and didn't look at the knotweed stick anymore, he just kept his palms flat and left quietly avoiding the crowd.

Knotweed, whose casting was interrupted, looked at the man and then at the "shrimp ball" in his hand, and finally put the shrimp ball in Jianren Qihai's hand and sat on it.

Thinking that Su Nuo, who is currently a curse object, can look outside but can't do anything about what he does, Knotweed almost laughs out loud.

In the car on the way back to find Gojo Wu, Jianren Qihai took off his sunglasses and was resting his head on the headrest with his eyes closed.

Knotweed who was bored at the side wanted to enjoy the scenery outside the car window to relieve boredom.

Due to the height problem, the wish could not be satisfied, and the knotweed who did not intend to disturb Nana Ming's rest thought for two seconds, then took off and hung himself on the safety handle at the top of the window sill.

The knotweed stick dangling on the handle saw the kind aunt selling taiyaki again.

The booth is relatively quiet now, and there seems to be no list. At this time, the aunt neatly folded the apron and put it on the back of the wooden bench.She dragged the bench to the back of the booth, carefully sorted out the creases that did not exist on the clothes, and sat down gracefully, as if she was in a tea room or some high-end restaurant, revealing a very attractive Yamato Nadeshiko from the inside out. temperament.

The woman was lowering her head, her short short hair brushed across her round face, the stall owner brushed it behind her ears indifferently, and continued to wipe the things in her hands.

Knotweed, who saw clearly what was in the opponent's hand, was taken aback for a moment and hurriedly stopped the assistant supervisor who was driving.

This chubby man, who is not very familiar with Knotweed, has always maintained a kind of "Who am I? Where am I? Who is sitting in the back seat of me? Am I going to drive directly to heaven?" "In the philosophical state, after realizing that the knotweed was talking to him, he slammed on the brakes.

Nana Ming, who was almost thrown out, looked at the knotweed stick that was flung at his hand and tried to pull him out of the car with a headache. I don't know how many times today she sighed and looked at the place where the other party's gaze fell.

The short-haired woman was holding a pendant in the shape of a dream catcher, and the photo between the open pendants showed a face that Knotweed had just seen on the material 10 minutes ago.

The owner of the taiyaki stall opposite happened to be the main body of the curse spirit just now—that is, the mother of the owner of the diary.

At least return the diary.

Qihai Jianren felt that he felt too much helplessness in the short 10 minutes of encountering Polygonum cuspidatum.He exhausted all the air in his lungs, felt the man-made internal pressure difference, and walked towards the booth following the strength of the knotweed Yujin.

Under the suspicious gaze of the stall owner, Jianren Qihai took out a simple but dilapidated diary from the briefcase full of documents. Even the four-leaf clover on the cover seemed to have faded a lot.

The woman stood up slowly, and solemnly took the notebook with both hands.Without even checking it out, he bowed deeply to the blond man across from him.

No matter how many times I watch this scene, I will never get used to it.

The man tilted his head subconsciously, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a porcelain-white lucky cat with a damaged head quietly placed on the booth.

This beckoning cat is the same as most of the other stalls. The beckoning cat holding its left hand has the meaning of attracting customers. The cat's belly is also painted with pine, bamboo and plum, which symbolizes auspiciousness.

After noticing the man's gaze, the stall owner seemed eager to communicate, and took the initiative to explain to Jianren Qihai who was silent at the side.

The beckoning cat, like the diary, belonged to his deceased son.

"Although I am different from others, I have my own logical processing network, and I am not very able to adapt to society. Even I sometimes can't understand what the other party is thinking."

The woman rubbed the broken white porcelain piece in her hand, and recalled: "This lucky cat was chosen by him two years ago, and he bought it just because he liked it, but after checking it later, he found that the meaning in it was indeed very appropriate. "

"Although it's been two years and it's time to change it—isn't there a saying that there is a time limit for the lucky cat to bring good luck, but it is the last thing he chose after all. I thought I would continue to put it away in the future. I didn't expect it to be broken suddenly for some reason today..."

The knotweed nestled in Jianren Qihai's pocket, and was a little sad by the other party's emotions.

"Nanaming," the knotweed stuck out his head, he hid in the blind spot of the woman's sight and asked secretly: "Can you help her fix it a little?"

"..." Jianren Qihai wanted to refute that this was not within my professional ability, but he already noticed that his wobbly knotweed was in his pocket and kept moving, and he was still muttering all kinds of wonderful ideas.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m used to Wujo Wutiao, but when I heard a certain “maintenance method”, Qihai’s first reaction was not “normal people wouldn’t do it” but “I seem to be able to do this too”.

After obtaining the consent of the other party, the man picked up the lucky cat and started the difficult "restoration project".

"..."

The stall owner couldn't help laughing when he saw the lucky cat with a thick bandage wrapped around its head like it had just come off the battlefield.

The diary was successfully delivered, the lucky cat was perfectly (?) restored, and Nanami Jianren also got a taiyaki that didn't quite match his temperament in return.

All are happy.

The moment he left, Knotweed seemed to see the only eye of the Lucky Cat glanced at him, and rolled his eyes with disdain.

Knotweed: "?"

Taking a closer look, this is indeed not the illusion of the knotweed stick, the little tongue made of pure and clear energy condensed like a mantra is exposed - the beckoning cat made a grimace at him even more fiercely.

Without waiting for any reaction from the knotweed, the other party twisted his body and rushed his ass towards him, looking at the short-haired woman who was researching a new product expectantly.

"..."

Knotweed smiled relievedly.

"Let's go find Wu!" He shrank his head and hid in his pocket, a bulge was stretched out of his flat suit, and a muffled voice came from it. "You have to get him out!"

The blond man didn't look sideways, letting the knotweed Yujin play in his pocket.

After finally returning to the car, Nanami Jianren divided the taiyaki into two portions and handed one portion to the knotweed.

"Reward." After the man finished speaking concisely, he turned his head and began to savor it intently.It took a while for the knotweed to realize that this was a "compliment" for him.

Knotweed moved his exclusive small bench (note: Su Nuo's fingers on both sides) to Qihai Jianren's side, and shared the same Taiyaki next to the man.

On a rare afternoon in July, in addition to the usual warm sunshine, the smell of taiyaki spread farther and farther.

In the not-too-distant future, as if the pause button had been pressed, the palm-sized villain in a doll costume and the little boy running around looking for evidence looked at each other in silence.

The unexpected meeting made the pupils of Yuzu Yuhito and Edogawa Conan tremble at the same time.

Edogawa Conan: Can the Black Organization do this? !

Knotweed Youruhito: Obviously didn't realize [Wuwei Transformation] Why his soul doesn't match with □□? !This is not human, is it?

What's on the other side? ! *2