Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

You never know which will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

Knotabagi Yuhito has a deep understanding of this sentence.

When Polygonum cuspidatum was 15 years old, he accidentally ate the fingers of Liangmian Sunuo.After experiencing a series of actually slightly depressing growths, his mentality changed several times, and he finally succeeded in ushering in the expected "right death" when he was 20 years old and became an adult.

At least that's what he thought before opening his eyes again.

Yuzu Yujin was in a daze, and when he unexpectedly opened his eyes again, his reaction was obviously slower than a beat, and the confusion revealed in the bright golden pupils almost turned into substance and emerged.

Knotweed even has the illusion of "dream of dying".

The delusion was intensified by the projection of an eerily familiar figure on the retina.

The young man on the opposite side has handsome facial features, long eyelashes and free and unrestrained fluffy black hair that are often complained about by the knotweed.

Every strand of hair of the youth seems to have its own thoughts, which is similar to Kamijou [beep--] hemp from a distance.

Now the opponent is clenching his fists with both palms facing each other, his arms are slightly straightened, and he is making a self-destruct gesture that all his colleagues are very familiar with.Literally, with blood on his face, he stared at himself cautiously and nervously.

"Fuhei...? Eh...?"

After some sincere self-analysis, the black-haired boy opposite finally gave up the idea of ​​dying with the knotweed.During the communication with the young man, Knotabagi Yuhito noticed that this Fu Hei was much younger than the one in his impression.

Ah... It turns out that I didn't simply become a curse spirit after death.

The sequelae caused by a certain encounter before his death made Knotaba Yuhito feel as if he had been up for three days and three nights, and now the complicated situation he encountered was like pressing the knotweed that had been up for three days and three nights on the seat to force him to do what he was supposed to do. Not very good at math problems.

Let's talk about this after a while.

The always cheerful and big-hearted Knotweed soon gave up thinking.

He naturally put his left hand on his waist, rubbed his head with his right hand, temporarily put aside his own affairs, and then slightly nodded at Fu Hei, deliberately speaking in an exaggerated tone, similar to the one he used when he introduced himself to Principal Ye Moth back then. road:

"Anyway, thank you very much for your trust, please be more careful in various senses in the future—"

Before he finished speaking, Hu Zhang felt a strange pulling force coming from his heart.

This indescribable feeling is very weird, not the more familiar feeling of knotweed like pain.

It felt as if someone had placed a flush toilet in his heart, draining all his strength and at the same time the beating speed of his heart suddenly increased, like falling from a high altitude or being thrown into the deep sea suddenly.

Knotweed Yourohito couldn't distinguish the subtle differences for the time being, and before he could taste it carefully, Knotweed felt his sight suddenly changed.

He became, or rather changed back to the size of a palm.

In the case of such a huge and rapid change in body shape, the bandages on his body are still inseparable.

Knotweed noticed that the bandages hadn't just shrunk proportionally, they had definitely been rewrapped in less than a breath.

One of the evidences is the long piece of bandage that he pulled out just now is now missing.More obviously, he can't see anything now that his eyes are covered by bandages.

By the way, Knotweed felt as if his face had been twitched just before he lost his sight, and he felt that the bandage was intentional.

This unexpected development once again made Fu Heihui a little dazed, and the ups and downs of the plot in a short period of time made Fu Hei's battered mind lose its original function together with the brain cells that refused to work.

If the knotweed repented and attacked him, he might not even be able to express his desire to survive, let alone ignite his fighting spirit.

Fu Hei stared blankly at the little mummy, which was the same as the photo Gojo Satoru once sent him in the mobile phone gallery except for the color of the bandage, with only a few powdered hairs exposed, a huge question mark could almost materialize on the top of his head .

The two original intelligent creatures who had experienced many vicissitudes and gave up thinking, because their eyes were physically blocked by the bandages on the eyes of the knotweed, they could only stare wide-eyed in an idealistic sense.

Knotweed is very sensitive to sight. If someone stares at him, he can not only distinguish the general direction, but also roughly judge whether the other party is an enemy or a friend.

The bandage might seal his powers but it's really quite a barrier to communication.

After two seconds of silence, Knotaba Yuhito began to slowly pick up the bandages on his face, at least to expose part of his eyes.

"What's the situation now……?"

Fuhei turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru, who arrived late. The white-haired man was wearing the familiar dark uniform of the Curse High School, his eyes were covered by an eye patch of the same color, and he stood behind him with his hands in his pockets naturally relaxed .

It looks like an old man who came out for a walk after eating too much dinner. He was lazily at the same time holding a dessert with a brand logo on it, which was obviously just bought.

Gojo Satoru originally had a comfortable smile on his face, but after habitually observing the surrounding area, he finally realized something and gradually lost his voice

Between the rubble and gravel, the thing that can hardly be felt if you don't pay attention to it is not the wild animal he thought, but the miniature knotweed that just found the bandage interface.

Fu Hei looked at Gojo Satoru like this, and felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing, causing his brain to ache. While his blood pressure was rising steadily, at the same time, the calm state of mind that had almost escaped into Buddhism just now was turbulent again.

What, did this person come here after buying a souvenir when someone else's life was at stake? !

Fu Hei tried his best to suppress the urge to internal strife, watched the tone grow longer and longer, and even gradually revealed a somewhat confused Wujo Satoru, belatedly realized that maybe even the strongest magician in the world has never seen such a kind of posture.

The tall man stared at Yuzu Yujin motionlessly. After simply adjusting the position of the bandage, the smoky pink-haired curse spirit had a narrow opening in the shape of a willow leaf besides the stubborn hair.

Except for a pair of eyes, the knotweed, which can't even show the eyebrows, perfectly matched the four eyes of Gojo Satoru, who looked extraordinarily huge in his current posture.

"It's interesting!" Gojo Satoru suddenly announced loudly, he stepped across the mess around him with his long legs, walked to the front of the knotweed, squatted down, and glanced left and right twice as if he was looking for something.

"Ah! You are looking for a wooden stick to pull me! It's too much! I'm not a dirty thing." Listening to the complaints of the knotweed, Gojo Goku tilted his head.He gave up his original idea of ​​looking for a wooden stick, and watched the other party more intently through the blindfold.

Under Six Eyes, all the filth can't be hidden, and Wujo unexpectedly didn't observe any evidence that the opponent used a spell.

Without any mental operations, the other party figured out his intentions only by a face-to-face meeting and his limited two-sentence speech.If Knotaba Yuhito wasn't a curse spirit, even an ordinary person would probably be in tune with him.

The constituent elements of the opposite spell spirit are even more interesting.

Two streams of mana with very different attributes are entangled together, like plasticine that has not been kneaded evenly.The boundary between these two forces is not very clear, Gojo Satoru can see that they are devouring each other, but it is difficult to tell which side has the upper hand for a while.

It is obviously very inhumane to have astonishing power confined in a palm-sized container, but if it is a different person or the curse spirit, it should explode and die early.

The original seal on the mantra spirit doesn't have any real effect now, and the remaining mantra power and spells on the bandage only have the functions of automatic winding, automatic size adjustment and so on, which can only be used for fun.

In other words, the current situation where the spell spirit is suppressed is not caused by the bandages.

A very familiar mantra was tightly wrapped around the soul of Knotabagi Yuhito layer by layer like a chain, and it was very obvious when the other two mantras were engaged in a tug-of-war.

Although it restricts the knotweed, it also prevents the impact caused by the tearing of the magic power from causing real damage to the knotweed.

This mantra is clearly of the same origin as himself.

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and the little mummy was still muttering in disbelief, "I can neither bite nor be poisonous, why do I need a wooden stick... I'm not poisonous, right?"

On the side, Fu Hei's face was full of helplessness, "At this time, we should consider why the other party wants to pick you up, idiot".

"Hmm ↘↗→..." Gojo Satoru first uttered a voice to attract the attention of Fuhei and Polygonum cuspidatum, pinched his left arm around his chest with his right hand and supported the elbow of his right arm with his left hand, and asked after pretending to think for two seconds, "Can Youren still use spells now? Do you want to have a discussion? About ten seconds."

"Eh? Ah, I'm actually not very good at using spells. I used to use more spells in battles." Knotweed scratched his bandaged face with his bandaged hand, and paused for a while due to the subtle touch. Compare and increase the intensity.

"That's it..." Wujo Wu thought for a while and stretched out his hand in front of the tiger stick. The opponent's hand was very big, with small and beautiful palm prints. Turn bad luck into good luck.

Noticing that the knotweed in front of him was two knuckles shorter than his own palm, Gojo Wu cleared his throat and said to the knotweed in a coaxing tone, "Then punch my hand with magic power, so OK?"

"Well, probably." Polygonum cuspidatum nodded obediently and cooperatively like a student being pulled onto the podium for a demonstration.

The little mummy simply took a horse stance and casually assumed an offensive posture.

In the next second, the surge of mantra power and fist wind hit Gojo Wu's palm. The mantra power and physical blow arrived at the same time perfectly. suddenly emptied.

The scattered dust caused Fu Heihui, who was on the side, to block his front with his arms and couldn't help but close his eyes.

The current strength is only a little bit stronger than the ordinary special grade, and it is not a big deal.As for the black flash...

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, thinking about it in his heart.

It was already midnight at that time, and the clear moonlight shone on the earth. It was originally reflected from the sun, but it was far softer than the sun. The brilliance pierced through the ruined walls and reflected colorful shadows. The silver brilliance was obviously borrowed, but it seemed to be Can tolerate all filth.

Under the moonlight, the white-haired man wearing a blindfold extended his hand to the knotweed and said:

"Want to be my partner?"