My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

The dog curled its back against the wall, raised its arms, pinched the zipper at the top of the collar with its fingers, and was ready to pull it down at any time, spitting out a spell entwined with spell power from its mouth.

He stared at the small window on the door, fixedly watching the approaching figure of the pink-haired boy, thoughts drifted in his gray-purple eyes, but soon settled down.

There are special guards outside the "tent", so it is unlikely that any students will enter by mistake. It is more likely that they are hostages who have been trapped here...or be more vigilant, the possibility of being "bait" is also not low.

As a quasi-first-level conjurer who has been on many missions, it is not that Goujuanji has encountered other people appearing inexplicably on the way to the mission. Of course, most of them are hostages of curse spirits or food reserves.

After all, there are a lot of people in Tokyo, and there is also a lot of negative emotional energy. The water and soil have nurtured the magic spirits one by one smoothly. Ordinary second- and third-level magic spirits know how to take hostages. It is not difficult for quasi-first-level magic spirits to catch bait. Most conjurers are psychologically prepared for things that they understand.

The pink-haired boy in the corridor outside the door ran away in such a panic and anxiety, it was easy to think that he was being chased by something, and in the space where the "tent" had been set up, something that could chase him like a cat catching a mouse... It could only be the curse spirit.

Goujuanji calmly pulled down the zipper of his collar, thinking that the curse spirits whose abilities were indeed biased towards concealment should be more cunning.

Driving the hostages into the conjurer's side, some conjurers had to restrain their hands and feet to hinder the safety of the hostages, but at this time, the conjurer had a sufficient advantage—of course, the premise was that they were faced with ordinary conjurations. teacher.

But the dog curly thorn has an advantage over others in dealing with this situation.

Because, he only needs to spit out two words - first "don't move", let the hostages and the curse spirit freeze in place; then pass the hostages, and then say "go to death" to the curse spirit, this matter can be perfectly resolved .

—He was also prepared to do so.

……

However, the plan can't keep up with the rapid changes. One second before he said "don't move", the dog's hair suddenly stood on end, and he noticed a weak fluctuation in line with the hidden magic power, which appeared behind him .

It wasn't outside the door where the "bait" existed, but behind his back, at an extremely close distance.

—but behind him was the wall.

The dog curly spine immediately felt his heart skip a beat, the soles of his shoes slammed against the ground, and the reaction force brought him to fall decisively in another direction, and a curse was already squeezed out of his mouth—but he only had time to spit out the first word of "don't move" With just one syllable, the giant blue-gray palm protruding from the wall clasped his head.

The giant palm is entirely composed of walls, and the steel bars visible to the naked eye are exposed. The peeling wall skin and stones are falling down. Compared with the palm of a human, its shape is more similar to the claw of a raptor, and it is powerful. It's so scary that it can completely cover the dog's curly thorny face.

"—"

The subconsciously raised hands can't move the strength of the reinforced concrete, let alone the incantation, the dog curly spine at this moment may not even be able to breathe.

--Oh no.

The situation is not good, the attack method was cut off by accident, the dog curly thorn can't make any counterattack in this situation, but the situation of the curse spirit is very clear, as long as it grasps this opportunity, whether it is in the palm of the hand The spellcaster who is still an ordinary middle school student outside the door, I am afraid that he will be buried here today.

It is common for conjurers to die at the hands of curse spirits, and it is not that there are no students in colleges who die in missions, but Gou Juanji didn't expect this day to come so soon——in this case, he should call that one at the beginning Middle school students "run fast".

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Like a giant hand carved from blue limestone, connected to the wall where most of the paint has peeled off, the whole scene looks like the legendary monster "painting the wall". If the person seeing this scene at this moment is a real "ordinary middle school student ", then it is not surprising even if you are so frightened that you fall to the ground and cannot move.

However, my wife Natsuno does not seem to belong to the category of "ordinary middle school students".

……

My wife Natsuno was very angry.

"How dare you—"

"How dare you hurt him!Kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it kill it! ! ! 』

Seeing her true son being attacked with her own eyes, my wife Xia Ye's eyes quickly filled with crazy murderous intent, his expression was so cruel that he kicked open the door of Room 609 decisively, his pink pupils were so gloomy and weird Sweeping around, it landed on the crooked red fire tool box lying on the ground.

In the fire toolbox, in addition to the fire extinguisher, there should also be fire hammers and fire axes, right?

My wife Xia Ye didn't pay any attention to the other giant hand stretched out from the wall towards him. Undefended against the oncoming crisis, she bent down and put one hand into the tool box painted with bright red paint. , holding the wooden handle of a fire axe.

The blue-gray giant hand was close at hand, and it was almost attached to the back of Xia Ye's head—then the next moment, my wife Xia Ye turned her head violently, her pink eyes wide open without blinking, and he picked up the fire ax without hesitation and chopped it down. past.

The giant hand made of reinforced concrete should be difficult to damage by ordinary knives, but at this time it seems to have turned back into a weak flesh and blood body. The sound of the sharp weapon cutting into the flesh and blood is particularly obvious. Half of the giant hand under the hair boy's cover disappeared at an angle, and blood gushed out from the cut, covering half of the ground with red.

There was a painful scream from the wall, and the severed hand immediately shrank into the wall in fear. My wife Xia Ye didn't stop at all, but she didn't care about this hand anymore. He was holding the ax that was still dripping blood, The target was clearly cut to the connection between the giant hand that held the silver-haired conjurer and the wall.

……

After the entire face was held, the dog curled spine didn't know what happened, the blue-gray giant palm held his entire head tightly, and even the sound was blocked at all times.

He only felt liquid splashing on him, and then the capped head lightened up, his eyes were filled with blood, and then brightened, the "fingers" covering his eyes seemed to be cut off, and the caps that capped his head The giant hand was "dismantled" in this way.

That's right, it was "removed" piece by piece.

The dog curly thorn blinked a little blankly, sticking to his eyelashes, the red liquid on his face and hair was still slowly flowing down, and in front of him, a man whom he thought was an "ordinary middle school student" just now, raised his eyebrows. The pink-haired boy with the blood-stained fire ax squatted down halfway, his body was also covered with a layer of red, and asked him quite nervously, "Are you okay?"

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

The dog's eyes stopped on the blood-stained fire ax for a while, then slowly moved to the "debris" and pool of blood on the ground, and then turned around the blood on the pink-haired "ordinary middle school student" in front of him, and finally stopped The other party spattered a few drops of blood, and it was unknown whether it was the exercise that caused the blood to surge up or some other reason, so the cheeks were reddish.

His eyes followed a drop of blood slowly flowing down the pink-haired boy's cheek, and they fell into the pool of blood on the ground together, and then he answered with a blank expression:

"...salmon, salmon roe."

The author has something to say:

Salmon, agreed, affirmed, which is equivalent to Xia Ye asking Goujuan if it's okay, and Goujuan answered it's okay.

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It's not over yet!

How could Xia Ye just let that curse spirit go, this curse spirit attacked his true destiny!

Goujuan (couldn't help backing away): Ming, Mentaiko (dangerous)...

Although killing curse spirits is a very normal job, it always feels particularly terrifying if it is done by a strong man from my wife's family.