I'm a villain in high school

Kawakami Ling, who thought he would fall to the ground, suddenly fell into an embrace.

He came out of the prison gate.

Before Kawakami Ling had time to look at the surrounding environment, he sneered first: "I'm curious, can the prison gate still hold the curse after I come out?"

He didn't realize at all that after he came out of the prison gate, he was pushed by the powerful force that tore open the prison gate, and he was shocked into an embrace.

The owner in the embrace bared his teeth and grinned, and was pushed back a few steps by the huge impact before he stood still: "You're holding this, don't you feel sick?"

After Kawakami Ling mocked Su Nuo, he began to observe the surroundings with peace of mind. He suddenly returned from a dark environment to the bright outside world, his eyes were so stabbed that he couldn't open them, so he had to narrow his eyes and look at Gojo Wu: "I hug you!" what?"

"How do I know." Gojo Satoru looked down at him speechlessly, saw Ryo Kawakami almost couldn't open his eyes, and shook his head resignedly.

"That box... dice thrown by those conjurers just now?" Gojo Satoru changed his tone after looking down at what Kawakami Ling was holding in his arms.

"Ah yes, prison gate border." Rei Kawakami struggled to adapt to the care of the external environment, rubbing the physiological tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.

"Why did you get caught by the prison gate?" He didn't realize at all that he was being embraced by Wujo Wu, or maybe Wujo Wu's movements were too natural for him to notice.

"...Of course it's because you have other things in your arms." Gojo Wu said nothing as he pulled the prison gate out of his hand, and decided not to care about it with someone else.

"Then you deserve it if you don't open the lower limit." Kawakami Ling finally got used to the strong light, and the surrounding environment is still the same as before he entered the prison gate. It seems that he really prevented the prison gate from sealing the people in the entire illusion.

"What else is in my arms?" The prison gate was taken away by Gojo Satoru, Kawakami Ling lowered his head, only to realize that he was holding twenty fingers in his hand.

"Why is this thing in my hand?" Twenty super-grade spells filled both of his hands, Kawakami Lingan wanted to take a step back to get out of Gojo Wu's embrace, piled up into a precarious finger like a Xiaoshan, and continued fell from the gap between the two.

"Look at you, if you don't hold it carefully, it will fall." Wutiao Wuzui said.

He put his index finger against the corner of the prison gate in his hand and turned around a few times, until he saw Ryo Kawakami's unfriendly eyes while picking up his finger, then he grabbed the still rotating prison gate and honestly put it Holding it in his hand, he was about to squat down and help him pick it up together.

Only then did he realize that the eyes above the prison gate had white eyelashes and pale pupils.

"It didn't look like this just now?" He raised it strangely and flipped the prison gate up and down. "I remember that when I just moved to the ground, the things on it were black?"

"You didn't do it?" Kawakami Ling thought it was Wujo Gojo who suddenly changed his hair and facial features after he entered the prison gate, "I thought you did it."

"No." Wutiao Wu put the prison gate in his hands and threw it away.

"In my opinion, from when you touch the prison gate to when the prison gate emits white light," he gestured a short distance, "it's probably only a few seconds."

"But I felt that the restraint disappeared." He paused and looked at Kawakami Ling, "Su Nuo also went in? Did you cut off his finger inside?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen out of the prison gate with Su Nuo's twenty fingers.

"I can't help it," Kawakami Ling shook his head sadly, "Master Wujo is too useless, and in the end he even asked me to do it myself."

"This shows that you should be the strongest." Gojo Satoru followed his words.

"...Go away." Kawakami Ling rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away, driving him aside.

"What about the other conjurers?"

The two were very close when they were talking, and the conjurers standing outside couldn't hear what they were saying, and they didn't know whether they would be sealed if they stepped into the illusion.

In just a few seconds, they only saw the prison gate landed on the ground, and after being held up, they emitted a burst of dazzling white light.

Even if the few people in the illusion haven't shown any signs of being sealed, they didn't dare to step forward at all, they only dared to form a circle around the edge of the illusion, carefully observing the situation in the illusion.

"Don't dare to come in." Wujo Satoru casually glanced around and shrugged.

"What to do with these twenty fingers?" Kawakami Ling asked, picking up all the fingers scattered on the ground.

"Destroyed directly?"

"Probably not..." Wujo Wu pondered for a moment, picked out a finger from his hand, weighed it and threw it up, and then attacked the finger with a flash.

"It's useless." Wujo Satoru said, pointing at the mountain where a big hole was punched out and the intact finger in the middle of the big hole.

"Spells cannot destroy fingers." He didn't know what method he used, and the finger flew back to his hand along the original route.

"Can you stop messing around on Shili's property?" Shili's voice suddenly sounded.

"Yo, you're awake, we've finished the fight." Gojo Satoru flicked his fingers, but couldn't get a good word out of his mouth.

Kawakami Ling rolled his eyes as he looked at him with the attitude of teasing cats and dogs everywhere and keeping his mouth shut so as not to annoy others: "So these things have to be sealed?"

"Just like before we met?" Kawakami Ling thought for a while and added.

It's not that he doesn't want to go home with these twenty fingers, but he doesn't know if it's because the timeline is wrong, and now the twenty fingers that are fake are in his hands, but he doesn't feel any sense at all. Signs of what could go back.

Instead, I felt a little strange breath emanating from these cursed objects.

"Yes, it needs to be sealed." Gojo Satoru took an empty space out of the great cause of killing the young master Shili and replied, "If you don't seal it up, let other curses get these cursed objects, and after they eat them, they will become Premium."

"The co-author Su Nuo used to be domineering, but now there are only twenty fingers left, which is an experience bar." Ling Kawakami flicked his fingers in disgust, "Let those conjurers come? Why don't you come and seal it?"

He blinked slyly, meeting Gojo Satoru's gaze.

"Don't you have that kind of tracking technique that can last for thousands of years?" Kawakami Ling's tone seemed to be wishing like a magical conch, "It's the kind that once we go back, you can feel the rest of the unopened seals according to the technique. Where are the fingers?"

"Yes, yes," Gojo Satoru shrugged, and before Kawakami Ryo could respond, he added, "If I'm allowed to stay, then anyone in the Wutian family can feel the mark I left .”

"Then it's better to seal it in Wujo's house?" Kawakami Ling rejected the proposal before he finished speaking, not to mention the words that eggs can't be put in one basket, this finger will last thousands of years, This is not a small number of one year or two years, how many things will go wrong in thousands of years is beyond their imagination.

"This thing has to be separated and sealed for all the conjurer families." Kawakami Ling now looks at the fingers in his hand as if he is looking at twenty hot potatoes, "Then we came to the Heian era to be lonely? Friendship and help a thousand years ago The sorcerers sealed Su Nuo and then we have to continue looking for fingers when we go back?"

"I didn't say it couldn't be done." Wujo Wufei quickly denied, "The tracking technique that can last for thousands of years must be based on blood, so just find someone who can't have blood of the same race alive for thousands of years. That's it."

"I think you mean something." Ryo Kawakami twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know your technique." He still tried to struggle one last time.

"You don't need to know it," Gojo Satoru smiled, "I just need a little of your blood."

I don't know what Gojo Satoru just said to Shili, but while the two were talking, he had already brought a bunch of things for sealing from it, as well as an extremely smooth wooden plate that had been polished.

"Are you sure?" Kawakami Ling looked at the pile of things with a strange expression.

"I can also do bloodletting," Gojo Satoru added after thinking for a while, "You won't be able to find this technique even if you don't know it. Mix some of my blood so I can find it when we go back."

"And your blood...is very aggressive," Gojo Satoru thought about it and said an appropriate description, "The smell of your blood will overwhelm the smell of the Gojo family, and no conjuror from the Gojo family will know about other The location of the seal."

"You are responsible for the growth of other Fujiang." Kawakami Ling was speechless for a moment, and then he took out a small knife very neatly, and slashed at his fingertips.

Fu Jiang's blood fell on the white porcelain plate, making a sound like boiling, with blood-colored bubbles constantly rolling around the edge of the blood, and another Fu Jiang was about to grow.

Gojo Wu's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he quickly dripped in a drop of his own blood.

The boiling Tomie's blood slowly became viscous, and Gojo Gojo quickly dipped in the blood and began to write something that Kawakami Ryo couldn't understand but it was a seal anyway.

Gojo Satoru was doing his best to seal the cursed object, Kawakami Ryo watched the wind idly for a while, and then remembered that there were many spellcasting families outside the range of the illusion.

After he and Gojo Gogo leave, these fingers will definitely be separated and sealed by the family. Due to the existence of fingers, the number of fingers held will become a new reference standard for evaluating the level of the family.

In order to ensure the continuation of the family, the famous families present will inevitably snatch these things.

Aren't the thin-skinned mages of the Shili family waiting to be hanged and beaten by other worlds, not to mention that in order to seal Su Nuo, the illusion outside the family is almost a mess, and the illusion is carved in the ground by everyone. The existence maintained by the magic power, it is not a small project for the main family to move to other places.

The Shili family, who had been informed of their home address and had no illusions, was simply fat in the eyes of other families.

Kawakami Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, really couldn't bear to see how miserable these mages were, so he took out a wooden board from a pile of materials from Shili next to him, and followed a carving knife.

It's not sure whether the mages of Shili's family, who have negative combat power, can hold their fingers in a fight. In order to prevent anything from happening to the cursed object in the next few thousand years, it's better for him to take an insurance policy.

For example, engrave a seal that belongs to him, and seal it with your fingers so that no one else can open it.

Gojo Satoru and the others must have been looking for these things for more than ten years before he came to the magic world.

Kawakami Ling thought about it after finishing the engraving, and tugged Wujo Wu's sleeve: "Do you want to engrave something too?"

He suddenly felt that this board looked familiar.

Also familiar is Gojo Satoru who just carved the first stroke after writing the last seal.

This is the double-sided door panel they saw in that villa.

There was still the last bit of blood left on the wooden plate, Gojo Satoru dipped in the last bit of blood, randomly tore off a small strip from the paper next to it, wrote the words "It's me", and inserted it into the last seal.

The world in front of the two of them suddenly began to blur.

The front and back logic on the same timeline has been completed, and they have done all the things on this timeline that they will affect the development of later generations in the Heian era——

The Stranger, now lost in time, will be repatriated.

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru looks at the seal (affectionately): From the perspective of the source of blood, this is our blood.

Ling Zai: Get lost.

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