Has wtw entered the necropolis?

Two hours later, the Conjuration High School successfully received a curse master.

After receiving the notification and predicting the arrival time of the other party, Xia Youjie waited 10 minutes in advance at the gate of the high school of conjuration, lest the curse master take the opportunity to escape after the spell was cracked.

If he really let the other party run away, he probably wouldn't have the face to meet Fukuro Nami.

Unable to control his voluntary movements, the curse master took a car to the High School of Curse Art, and the fare was so high that his heart trembled.

After getting out of the car, I saw the most powerful magician who was leaning against the gate and swiping his mobile phone—the curser, almost rolled his eyes and passed out.

This damn shit luck!

It is estimated that the curse masters in the entire conjuration world may not be as lucky as him. In just three hours, I finished meeting the three strongest in the conjuration world.

"It's you?"

Seeing the person coming, Xia Youjie finally put away his phone, glanced up and down at the curse master, raised his brows, stroked his chin and said in doubt: "——Wu, how did that guy get your curse, it looks pretty good weak."

Curse Master: Thank you, it has been connoted,

"Forget it." Xia Youjie didn't bother to worry so much, pointed at the gate of the Conjuration College, and said with a smile: "Are you going in by yourself, or shall I force you in?"

The difference between the former and the latter is, of course, that one goes in, while the other lies down and is barred.

As long as the mind is still normal, most people will choose the former, such as this curse master.

He was sure that he could no longer resist, so he might as well go in and confess his guilt obediently, so as not to suffer all the pain.

It's getting harder and harder to be a curse master these days.

……

Yokohama, a house in a high-end area

In the kitchen, Nami Fugumin stared at the pot that was emitting white smoke, picked up a spoon and stirred it, the mobile phone placed aside suddenly vibrated, and a text message popped up.

——A text message from Xia Youjie.

After the porridge was almost soft, she turned off the fire, picked up her phone and clicked on the message. Xia Youjie also sent a photo - in the dungeon, the curser was sitting in the corner with a suspicious face on his face.

Nami Fukuno liked it, then took a photo of the pot of porridge and sent it.

Xia Youjie quickly replied: "?"

The guy who never cooks cooks a pot of porridge? ?

This is the red rain, right?

But Nami Fuguro didn't reply, she first took out a small bowl, scooped a little porridge into the bowl, and then sent it to Gojo Satoru's room.

That guy's condition was a little bit bad, and he developed a high fever immediately after he came back. Fuguro Nami hurriedly fed him antipyretic medicine, and even went to a nearby convenience store to buy antipyretic patches.

It's a pity that her spell doesn't seem to have any effect on diseases and the like, otherwise a few buffs would have been thrown on him long ago.

Fuguro Nami really wanted to complain.

She stood in front of the door with the porridge in her hand, and raised her hand to knock lightly. After waiting for a while, there was no response from the room.

Nami Fuguro simply pushed the door open and walked in, only to see that Gojo had already fallen asleep, with an abnormal blush on his face, and a little heavy breathing.

Going forward to put down the bowl, Fuguro Nami reached out and touched the guy's face. The temperature was still very high, but it was much better than before.

The indoor windows are closed, and there is no ventilation.

She almost forgot to open the window for this guy.

After drawing the curtains and opening the glass windows, gusts of cool wind rushed to the face, instantly dispelling the stuffy feeling in the room.

Fuguro Nami returned to the edge of the bed, looked down at Gojo Satoru condescendingly, she tilted her head and thought - should I wake this guy up to eat porridge?

But he slept soundly...

After thinking for 3 minutes, Fuguro Nami decided not to wake him up for the time being, let him sleep until he wakes up naturally, and then let him eat porridge.

I heard from Xia Youjie that Gojo Satoru sleeps for a very short time every day, probably only two or three hours, or even just one hour?

Because he was the strongest in the magic world, those old oranges wanted to squeeze him dry, and there were too many curse masters and curse spirits around who wanted to kill him.

With her guarding here, let this guy have a good sleep.

Thinking of this, she picked up the porridge, turned and walked out.

……

Gojo Satoru slept for a long time, and when he woke up, his head was extremely heavy and he couldn't react for a moment. He didn't remember what state he was in until he heard the sound of games coming from outside the living room.

The brain was very uncomfortable, and it was so heavy that he couldn't sit up, and it was extremely difficult to even raise his hands.

For a moment, Gojo Satoru couldn't remember how long he hadn't been sick. It seemed that he had never been sick except when he was young, because once he got sick, his head would hurt even more.

He kept running the inversion technique to wake up his brain, which made him even more tired.

"woke up?"

Gojo Gojo just wanted to sit up and drink a glass of water, when a familiar voice suddenly appeared above his head, and then a slender white hand holding a glass appeared in his sight.

"Come on, I'll help you up—" Fuhe Nami lifted the heavy man with one hand, handed the cup to his lips, fed him several sips of warm water, and complained, "How does it feel to be a bitter trick?"

After the warm water moistened the dry mouth, Gojo Satoru leaned on her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "—is the effect good?"

At least she stayed.

"........."

Fukura Nami rolled his eyes, put down the cup, helped him lie down again, put the back of his hand on his face to measure the temperature, frowned and said, "Why don't I make you a spell."

"What spell?"

Gojo Satoru lazily opened his eyes, looked at her with icy blue eyes, pulled out a smile, and then added: "You can do whatever you want."

"Static spell with no lower limit and rotation—"

Fukura Nami frowned: "I'm afraid your brain will burn out."

After all, this guy is still running a fever, but his brain is still sending out information, so he has to use the reversal technique constantly.

Couldn't get a good rest at all.

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Yes."

After getting his consent, Fuku Nami cast a spell on him, and the spell power in his body was almost instantly emptied.

Nami Fukuno: "???"

She couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

"You guy-"

Sure enough, he was the strongest in the world of conjuration. Even when she wanted to cast a spell, she almost exhausted her mana power, leaving only a little bit for her.

Gojo Gojo immediately felt extremely comfortable, his brain calmed down, and he didn't have to keep using the reversal technique anymore. When he looked up, he saw her face was pale, and he asked nervously, "—Is it too much consumption?"

"Well... I'll just take a rest."

Fuguro Nami took out a mint candy from her pocket, tore open the package and threw it into her mouth. Apart from her pale face, she was in good condition.

After all, it only consumes too much spell power and will not cause any harm to the body, it just takes a little time to wait for recovery.

"I cooked porridge, you can eat the porridge when you wake up—"

She stood up while talking, walked into the kitchen and scooped up a bowl of porridge that was still warm.

When Gojo Wu took the bowl of porridge, he was a little dazed, and looked down at the bowl of porridge that looked good: "...are you cooking?"

I was really surprised that he realized Wujo.

Fukuro Nami will have a day of cooking!

"Is there a problem?" Fuhe Nami raised his eyebrows, and suddenly frowned, a little uncertain: "I don't know if it's good or not..."

The number of times she cooks basically does not exceed five times, and even three meals are done outside when she is abroad.

"Nami's cooking must be delicious." Gojo Satoru rubbed her melon on the head, picked up a spoon and ate it, and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

The white porridge was tasteless and couldn't taste anything, but for Fukuro Nami's cooking, it was pretty good.

A few minutes later, Gojo Satoru finished eating a bowl of porridge. He felt much more comfortable now than before. As long as he rested for a long time, the temperature would probably return to normal.

As soon as he lay down, he saw Fuguro Nami was about to leave, subconsciously grabbed her wrist, and said miserably, "Aren't you going to stay with me?"

Fuhenami ruthlessly broke away from his big hand: "You sleep, I'm in the living room."

"Chat with me?"

"No, I'm going to keep playing the game."

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Is playing games more important than him? !

When Gojo Satoru was still struggling with this matter, Fuguro Nami had already turned around and walked out of the room. She didn't close the door. Anyway, she could hear this guy calling her clearly.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

He immediately found out his mobile phone, sent a series of messages to Xia Youjie, and finally sighed - another big step forward on the road to the success of the strategy.

Gojo Wuhad never chased a woman before, usually those women kept chasing him, although he had never accepted any of them.

According to his personality, what he wants is bound to get his hands, even Fukuro Nami is no exception, but there is a little difference——

If Fuguro Nami really doesn't like him, Gojo Satoru will hide this thought in his heart and stop disturbing her life.

As painful as it is, this is the adult world.

……

In the evening, Gojo Satoru had almost recovered, except that he was still a little weak, and he was almost able to get out of bed and walk around.

The sound of the game was still coming from outside the living room, but it had been a long time since Fukuro Nami was seen. Gojo Satoru frowned, and immediately got up and walked outside quietly.

As soon as she walked out, she was lying on the sofa and fell asleep, holding the handle of the game console in her hand, sleeping so deeply that she didn't even notice his arrival.

Gojo Satoru immediately took out his phone and quietly took a picture of her sleeping face, and saved it in an encrypted file. After all this was done, he calmly put away the phone.

"Nami?"

He called softly, but the sleeping woman didn't respond.

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that Fuguro Nami slept very well, and would not be easily disturbed by the outside world——

It won't do to let her sleep on the sofa.

He stepped forward and bent down to gently hug her. As soon as she fell into his arms, Gojo Gojo suddenly felt that she should eat more, because it was too light.

Even so, Fushiguro Nami was still not woken up.

The corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth suddenly raised a curve, and no one understood what this meant better than him—Fuku Nami was not wary of him, and even trusted him very much.

If Fuguro Nami was still awake at this time, he would probably answer: No, you are wrong.She was like that with Jay, Papa, and Hui.

It is not limited to Gojo Satoru.