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"Tsk tsk."

Just entering the Curse High campus, Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue in amazement: "Curse masters and curse spirits form a group to break into the school that trains conjurers and make trouble. It is really an unheard of strange story."

"Look!" Yeto jumped up immediately: "What did I say? Just say that the boss has to ask me to deliver it, otherwise something big will happen!"

After finishing speaking, Yato patted his heart in relief. Fortunately, he turned back after saying goodbye.

The boss is his direct train to "owning the shrine", so he must protect it!

Osamu Dazai glanced at Yato without saying a word, can he say that he is eager to be found by "Xia Youjie"?

"Is there something wrong with other places besides the account?"

When it came to business, Yeto quickly changed roles and said, "To the north, there is a curse spirit."

"Let's act separately."

Osamu Dazai went in the direction of the "tent".

Yato took the artifact Yukine to the north.

15 minutes ago -

"Where?

Where is Shuji Tsushima? "

On the screen used to watch the progress of the competition between the students of the two schools, the image of the curse spirit was impressively reflected.

As soon as the name "Shuji Tsushima" was called, Gojo Satoru jumped up from the chair with a bang, gritted his teeth and showed a grin: "Ha! Not bad! Really! Yes! No! Wrong! Ah——!"

At this moment, the "account" suddenly dropped, separating the teacher from the students.

This "account" is set up for Gojo Satoru.

"Inspector Tsushima..."

Leyan Temple Jiashen wanted to ask Wujo Wu to go to "Tsushima Shuji", and the rest of them were responsible for protecting the students and dealing with the curse master and curse spirit, but Wujo Wu interrupted him.

"Since this "tent" alone blocks me, it can only mean that my dear~boyfriend is safe there." Gojo Wu said, and in his heart he had already sentenced the curse spirit in the "tent"|death| punishment.

No one can threaten the safety of his little boyfriend!

who!also!No!able!

Leyan Temple & Ange Ji: It's such a time, Wutiaowu is still showing affection inside and outside the words?

An Geji sighed: "We're going in, hurry up."

"Okay—" Gojo Satoru dragged his voice lazily.

At this moment-

"What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru followed the voice and saw that Dazai Osamu was walking towards him, and after standing still, he tilted his head in doubt.

Wujo Wu: "Break, break the account..."

He seemed to see the sarcasm of "Isn't that the whole thing?" in the kite eyes of his little boyfriend.

Men always have some weird vanity, such as not wanting to be underestimated by their partners.So the ridicule and the like are all the imagination of a man whose mind is filled with vanity.

In fact, Osamu Dazai quickly looked away, and he didn't even bother to look at all kinds of |coquettish|operations that were almost equivalent to giving him an extra glance.

He raised his palm to cover the "tent", and the blue and white light suddenly lit up and then dissipated as quickly as fireworks. In the blink of an eye, the "tent" was gone.

Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he had seen the young man using a spell intuitively. In the past, he had only felt the stagnation of the spell power in his body when he touched it, so he judged that the young man's spell should be passive.

Gojo Satoru smiled and moved his hands and feet. He gave the boy a thumbs up and grinned: "Look at mine next!"

...and then he flew ==

After three seconds of silence, Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his lower lip, took out the complete |suicide|book from his bosom, and walked into it while reading it.

Not far away, Osamu Dazai soon saw... Rakuganji Kashin holding a cool guitar? ? ?

"Pfft——" Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back his laughter, and winked at Leyan Temple for a while: "Oh? Old rock and roll?"

Compared with the rock old man, the hard-hit nude | body | apron man looks quite normal.

Leyan Temple Jiashen: "..." I lost all my old faces.

"Hmph~ Did you see the singer?" Gojo Satoru was also winking: "The tent—my little boyfriend broke it!"

An Geji: "..." This is like soft | rice | hard food... Tsk, there is no hope, this terrible man.

All jokes aside, Gojo Satoru didn't forget that there were students still fighting the curse spirit, he closed his eyes, felt the breath, and locked on the side of Knotabagi Yujin.

Osamu Dazai watched Gojo Satoru launch the spell with squinted eyes. Even if he didn't know the principle, he could intuitively feel the power of the spell used by Gojo Satoru.

It has to be said that if he was an enemy, he would choose to eliminate Gojo Satoru as soon as possible.

Gojo Satoru can be regarded as the ironic person in the magic world.

Weng, Weng Weng——

At this moment, the phone beeped, and Osamu Dazai looked away: "How is it? Escaped?"

[When I arrived, the curse spirit was gone. ]

The curse spirit, or "Xia Youjie" will not arrange for the curse spirit to come here for no reason...

Osamu Dazai's expression was solemn, and he looked at Gojo Satoru, who had obviously pondered for a moment after initiating the operation: "Is there anything in the north?"

north?

Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Needless to say, Osamu Dazai already understood: "Yato, come to my side."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his expression covered by messy black hair.

Stored in the north is a special-grade spell item [Su Nuo's finger], that is to say, Youren of the knotweed, no, Su Nuo is also one of their targets.

Wutiao Wu is naturally opposed to their position, so they have to be sealed; for Su Nuo, it can only be wooed.

"Anyway, that's it." Yato was not at all afraid of being surrounded by the teaching staff of the two schools: "When I heard the boss's words and rushed over, the curse spirit had disappeared. But judging from the remaining breath, the curse spirit is very weak , as if he hadn't recuperated after being seriously injured."

"Oh! I probably know it is that." Gojo Satoru lazily raised his hand: "It should be the curse spirit that attacked me some time ago."

Yato Kami glanced at Gojo Satoru, thought of something, scratched his head, and said with erratic eyes: "Well... your ancestor told me to send a message for him if I have a chance to meet you."

When everyone heard this, they felt "ohhh" in their hearts. They didn't expect that this guy with a breath of poverty was really a god!

Everyone looked at "Shuji Tsushima" in shock again, it was a werewolf who hired a god to work or something!

"Ah? What?" When mentioning the old ancestor, Gojo Satoru restrained himself a bit and looked lazy and out of tune.

Yukine tugged on Yato's sleeve: "Ye-Yato, don't talk about it."

Unfortunately, Ye Dou has already taken a deep breath to accumulate energy: ""Cub! You are afraid that you will not die! Old ancestor, if I can't manage the affairs of future generations, how can I use others? You unworthy descendants have been killed by me long ago. Hit |dead| with my own hands!", above. "

Wutiaowu: "..."

Everyone: "..." Although I don't know why, but being despised by my ancestors like this is indeed the strongest Gojo Satoru.

"Yato, I'll take you out." Dazai Osamu stood up at this moment, and then there was a conversation between the faculty and staff of the two schools. As a third-party inspector, it was safer not to participate.

"Good boss!" Yato happily dragged Xue Yin to follow.

The blue eyes followed the young man away all the way, and Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that something was wrong with the young man who had returned from a trip, and his heart pounded violently.

Seeing his appearance, everyone's faces were full of indescribable words: "Your "six eyes" are almost flying out, so don't be jealous, right?"

For this young man who is still as naive as ever, everyone just thinks he is jealous.

Gojo Satoru, who came back to his senses, twitched the corners of his mouth, why is he jealous?

He believes that he is good enough, so good that with him around, the boy will never look down on others.

"Don't forget what I ordered." After thinking for a while, Dazai Osamu added: "As soon as possible."

He felt that everything was going smoothly according to the expectations of "Xia Youjie", and there might not be much time for preparation.

"Oh! Don't worry, boss!" Yato assured, patting his chest. After a moment of silence, he continued: "However, it will take some time for the godhead. The list of personnel comes first."

Osamu Dazai nodded, acquiescing to this approach, no matter which one comes first, it will be a possibility of breaking the game after all.

Watching Yato and Yukine disappear, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, wondering if he should go out for a while?

According to the report from the conjurer of Tsushima's family, "Xia Youjie" is currently not using magic power, and it seems that he has handed everything over to others, just waiting for the final appearance.

However, his existence corresponds to the "Heavenly Hoko" that can forcibly dissolve all spells that liberate the prison gate. "Xia Youjie" has no reason not to get rid of him. suitable time.

"Yo!"

Hearing the sound, Osamu Dazai, who was in deep thought, came back to his senses, turned around and looked, the white-haired young man was standing in the sunlight, bright as if blending with the sunlight.

"Just now, that's the one. I suddenly had a very strong feeling, and I ran over before we finished talking."

Gojo Satoru stood there, looking like a cat that had been abandoned by a bad owner.

"Is my little boyfriend... thinking about leaving me?" Even after saying this, Gojo Satoru's voice was still as lazy as a cat in the afternoon.

Being guessed right, Osamu Dazai suddenly had the illusion that his feet were empty.

……You think too much.

Osamu Dazai moved his lips, but when he reached the words on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back into his stomach after a while, so he pursed his lips and did not say a word.

"Tsk." Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue. He walked in front of the boy, and looked into the boy's kite eyes slightly: "Do you know how easy I am to deceive? I will really believe you if you lie to me."

It was because he knew that you would believe it without hesitation that he couldn't blurt out the lie—Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes slightly, not looking into those blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, clasped his hands on the young man's shoulders, leaned close to the corner of the young man's eyes|kissed him, immediately|moist|wet|moistened the boy's trembling eyelashes.

Where would he not know that liking and love are just things placed in an inconspicuous corner by the young man.

It was covered with thick dust, and as soon as it got closer, the dust would fly in the air, causing its master to avoid walking when it saw it.

It's not easy to keep a teenager warm.

But he wasn't about to give up.

"No way." Gojo Satoru straightened his back, and smiled brightly and ostentatiously in the sun: "From now on, my "six eyes" will stick to my little boyfriend all the time."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his lips: "How long can it last? I'm really curious, Mr. Gojo, how long can your enthusiasm last?"

The ending sound dissipated in the air, and the brilliance flowing in the iris-colored pupils gradually dimmed, turning into a deep and rich ink color, and viscous malice attacked with teeth and claws.

The young man was still smiling, his unbelievably pretty face was stained with a smile, and his iris-colored eyes, which tended to be warmer in color, were also smiling.

However, Gojo Satoru had such a feeling that in that smile, some invisible and intangible monster emerged, prying into his heart like a cold medical|medical|instrument.

Inexplicably, Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, and even stretched out his hand to flick the boy's forehead through the bangs.

When the boy was holding his forehead and was stunned, Gojo Satoru smiled. This is simply a child who is repeatedly confirming whether "love" really exists.

Weirdly cute.

"Pfft——hahahahahaha! Ahh~ sorry sorry! But hahaha is just too funny~!"

"...Goodbye." Osamu Dazai turned and left expressionlessly. He didn't know what Gojo Satoru was laughing at, but he was just very upset.

"Huh? Don't go! Okay, I won't laugh anymore... Poof——"

The bastard never stopped laughing!

Osamu Dazai felt that his mentality had collapsed.

Gojo Satoru dies!

Just let Wujo Wu be locked up by the prison gate!

It's not like I can't control the situation!