games don't become reality

This year is definitely the most difficult year for the high-level conjurers.

They didn't like Teacher Yuan, and for them, the death of that woman was simply a happy event worth celebrating.

This woman is clearly a member of the magic family, but she is willing to degenerate and associate with those common people.

My ability is not strong, and I don't want to contribute my strength to marry, but choose to be a teacher.

But if you go to a high school as a teacher and absorb some fresh blood for them, it will be regarded as waste utilization.

She didn't.

She chose the world of ordinary people and went to work as a teacher in junior high schools all over the world.

Teaching and educating people?

Establishing the correct three views is more important than strength?

It's just farting!

It was just such a guy who was abandoned by them and ignored by them, who actually found a lot of children from civilian backgrounds and recommended them to study in colleges.

While being ignored or even despised, this woman silently weaved a big net.

From being insignificant at the beginning, these people have slowly become a force that no one can ignore.

The top brass worry that this newfound power will influence them.

But at this time, there are countless voices saying in their ears, Teacher Yuan is just an ordinary person with low spell power, there is no need to be afraid of her, even if she really wants to do something, she can easily crush her.

They believed.

But not only the heart and not wanting to take the power in her hands as her own are two different concepts.

They smiled knowingly when they saw Teacher Yuan's death.

She was indeed a woman who was not worth paying attention to.

When you die, there is nothing left.

...Normally, this is the case.

Thinking of all the things that have happened in the past month, some popular people hit the table straight, "What's going on?!"

They couldn't figure out why this happened.

Teacher Yuan died, and it was enough for them to show a look of pity and regret, but why, they were the ones who suffered in the end?

"Could this be a scene they played?" Some people still feel that something is wrong, it can't be such a coincidence and such unlucky luck.

"Which actor have you ever seen put his own life at risk? All the people are bound, and we can only think that it's all a coincidence."

Everyone in the magic world knows that constraints must not lie or be violated.

"Could it be that the curse spirit did it on purpose?"

"That guy is a guy who has a grudge against the Yusan family! What's so special about him deliberately sabotaging?"

"No, what I mean is... Is there really no one in contact with that curse spirit? For example, tell him the location of his next operation. On the contrary, he needs to deliberately guide the location to lead the battle to the other party's home, okay? This creates confusion. It's not hard to guess what those straight-eyed guys..."

When it came to the struggle in this area, everyone looked suspiciously at the people around them as if their throats had been choked.

Any one of them may be the one who cooperated with that curse spirit.

The seeds of doubt were planted, and the expressions of several people became weird.

"No matter what, they can't be allowed to continue."

"I agree."

Everyone has things that can't be discovered by others. They were colluding with each other before, but they were also suspicious.

No one wants to lose everything if the secret in their heart is discovered.

"The police were told not to get involved in our affairs at will?" Little Freckles nodded knowingly when he heard the news, the golden light in his eyes flashed, and he shook his head with a sly smile.

"Then, we can make it bigger."

While they were suspicious of each other and worried about whether the other party was behind the scenes, they did it directly.

After making a phone call, the little freckle meowed first, then quickly seemed to be chasing something away, and then ran two steps before exchanging a few words with the other party.

Not long after, he received a text message on his mobile phone.What was written on it was very ordinary, simple words such as asking him if he needed to bring something, there was nothing worth paying attention to at all.

Little Freckle read it several times, took a piece of paper and wrote down the content on it.

The little braid who was busy outside before came in. He still had a messy beard on his chin, and he looked a little decadent.

But with a chic temperament, he is a handsome uncle full of charm.

"Your recent passwords are becoming more and more suspicious of being cute."

"Ha, are you complimenting me?" Little Freckles grinned, opened his mouth and let out another meow.

Meow represents a cat, so c (cat) is a password, copy down all the text messages just now, delete all unimportant things according to the pronunciation, and get a short sentence.

"Let's go, let's make it bigger this time, so that those rotten oranges have no time to react."

With that said, the little freckle stood up directly with a serious expression.

Concealing what they are going to do from their companions, even the little freckles are quite difficult.

The companions don't know the truth, but they are passionate and fighting for the light in their hearts. Only then can their safety be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

And without contact with these, they will be able to remain vigilant after replacing those rotten oranges.

There is no fluke, and everything will not be used as a bargaining chip.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do with that curse spirit?" Little Braid bit his headband and tied his hair back up. Before that, he didn't think the curse spirit was credible.

Even if he has met the other party before, had a relationship with the other party, and was even rescued by the other party.

He still didn't feel that the curse spirit could be trusted.

Not to mention, in this plan, the other party was completely wronged.

Before, there was almost no loophole in the life of the other party. If they hadn't scratched their heads to decipher the message left by Teacher Yuan, they would not have known this secret.

Completely tore apart the bloody past of Mana Ling, and made public the past he didn't want to face.

"Even if I don't believe him, I think it's a bit too much."

"The teacher said that he is trustworthy. There are many secrets in the teacher, and her "prophecy" has never been missed." The little freckles wiped his face, and the thick dark circles accompanied by the blood under the eyes made people see I was worried that he would die suddenly in the next step.

But when he said these words, there was light in his eyes.

"Do you want to take a break first?"

"No, acting like this is more realistic." Having said that, the little freckle put on a look that would rather die than give up, and held his hands tightly, "We will never let the teacher be bullied by this kind of guy. !"

Having said that, he checked the blood bag he was carrying again to ensure that he would be able to vomit blood all over his body when the time came.

Since I chose to make trouble, I must make myself look weak, pitiful and helpless, and even be wronged and framed.

"Speaking of which, where's Xia Youjie?" The braid suddenly remembered him, and asked curiously.

Before the incident happened, they thought that Mr. Yuan chose Xia Youjie as the object, and the other party had a villainous face capable of causing trouble.

The joy of killing people with a smile, crazy criticism and so on are almost standard among conjurers.

"Oh, he should still be lying on the bed. After all, that guy really wanted to kill the teacher." The little freckles smiled, and with his thick dark circles, the whole person looked sick .

Xia You: "..."

Lying on the hospital bed, Xia Youjie's body was covered with bandages, and beside him were two cute little girls with cut hair, trying to take care of him.

The upturned, plastered leg was still scribbled on by a child.

Nanako was lying beside his bed, scribbling strange pictures on the notebook with a crayon.

The main tone is black and red, and there are many hideous villains on it. They look like perpetrators and victims.

Some had fear on their faces, and some had hideous faces.

Just like the village where they were imprisoned.

Looking at the two little girls, Xia You's expression softened a lot.

Even after leaving the college, he still has many things, all of which are his most important wealth.

"Master Xia You?"

Sensing the other party's gaze, the little girl raised her head, and they looked at Xia You.

For them who were already deep in hell, Xia Youjie was the only light in the darkness.

At this time, the news reports are still following up on the previous brutal murder case.Those people speculated about the young man named 'Qian Yin' with the greatest malice.

It seems that as long as the other party is a heinous devil, then if they scold him and insult him with all kinds of bad words, they are acting chivalrously.

"It's ridiculous." Xia You frowned, but he still didn't take his eyes off the TV.

He hasn't been out recently in order to recuperate from his injuries.He has no way of knowing what kind of event happened outside.

But he knew one thing, that 'Thousand Voices' was definitely a counterfeit.

Everything now is because someone is weaving a big net, trying to swallow each other up.

Recalling the previous situation, Xia Youjie suddenly remembered something.

When I was fighting with that 'Qian Yin', that little freckle seemed to be intentional, allowing myself to be attacked for a while before squeezing out a pair of 'Oh my God!It looks like the teacher was actually hurt by your evil curse spirit.

"I always feel like I've been concealed by everyone." Sighing, Xia You looked out the window.

……

Just when the higher-ups were about to directly suppress this matter, someone notified Gojo Satoru to apply to join this operation.

"..."

Everyone had a bad idea, they looked at each other, subconsciously preparing to reject each other.

In any case, Gojo Satoru's destructive power and combat power are not something they can afford.

Imagine that the curse spirit and Gojo Satoru started a battle, and the area that was affected was near their home...

The picture was so beautiful that a group of people felt like they were going to have a heart attack.

"No! No!!!" Leaving aside whether the curse spirit did it on purpose, Gojo Satoru would definitely cause trouble on purpose anyway.

If given a chance, this person might...

"What's not allowed?" Gojo Satoru stood at the door and walked in carelessly.

He stood at the door, directly blocking out the skylight outside.

Following his movements, the whole building trembled. Seeing the sawdust falling from the ceiling, the high-level executives who had been suffering from angina pectoris directly slapped the table and roared.

"What are you going to do?! Are you going to rebel?!"

"Oh? It turns out that everyone wants me to rebel—" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and said in a drawn-out tone.

His clear eyes seemed to be glowing, with a captivating light that made people dare not look at him at all.

"You said just now? I'm not allowed to go after Qianyin?"

Regarding Gojo Satoru's question, they wanted to say that you are not talking nonsense?

But they dare not.

Gojo Satoru at this moment looked really terrifying, his aura was at its strongest.If he went against his thoughts at this time, maybe Gojo Satoru would directly explode and treat them all as enemies.

Even if he doesn't attack directly, if he pulls him into the domain, and then spreads to a little bit, the entire magic world will be directly paralyzed.

The top management stood still and took control of the overall situation with a rotten and smelly atmosphere.

But no one was able to pull them off and replace them.

They hold the entire barrier of the Japanese island, as well as many resources and other things, firmly in their hands.

If something happened to them, this group of young people would just wait for the whole thing to become a mess, and the world would be destroyed!

"I just want to get his news and ask him a few questions." Gojo Satoru's voice softened a little, as if he chose to take a step back, "I won't help him, I just want to get an answer. "

Just now, he was out of breath by Gojo Satoru's aura, and the high-level executives who were sweating all over looked at each other.

They also know about that curse spirit, and they even know a little more.

Regarding the little girl from the Wutiao family, in fact, many people have obtained some benefits from her.

That is, as long as there is enough data information, the desired spell can be simulated.

Her flesh and blood, her pain, have been eaten by many people.

It's a pity that she couldn't use her to make a more handy puppet.

If only that girl could... live a little longer, and just give birth to a few more useful 'materials' for them.

Because of these unknown things, the high-level officials did not stop Gojo Satoru.

Only a few words of advice, repeatedly emphasizing that the curse spirit is untrustworthy, don't be swayed by the other party, and then reluctantly agreed.

Walking out of the dilapidated room, Gojo Satoru shook his head and showed a childlike smile.

"How can I be missing in this kind of thing?"

After Gojo Satoru walked away, the house collapsed immediately, and the dust and sawdust were flying around, choking people badly.