Has wtw entered the necropolis?

tokyo magic school

Gojo Satoru covered Ye Mo Zhengdao's eyes with both hands, and secretly smiled mysteriously: "We have prepared a gift for the teacher this time, and you will like it if you keep it."

"...What is it?" Ye Mozheng said with a sullen face, but he regretted that he had agreed to these two problem students for a while, and he was sure that he would never like this gift!

"Shhh - I won't play after you say it." Wujo Wu helplessly shook his head, "Teacher is a little patient anyway~"

"........."

The fist hardened in an instant, and it was so difficult for the night moth to suppress the urge to reward him with a chestnut.

Xia Youjie beside him pressed his hands into fists against his lips and coughed lightly, holding back a smile and saying, "Teacher, Wu and I promise we are not playing tricks on you."

Now, Ye Mo Zhengdao couldn't believe it even more, and followed the two students to the classroom with suspicion.

Xia Youjie quickly opened the door of the classroom, Gojo Wu covered Ye Mo Zhengdao's eyes and pushed him in, pleasantly whispering in his ear, "We're here!"

There were only two curse masters tied back to back in the empty teacher. When they saw Gojo Satoru and the others walking in, they immediately let out a humming sound.

Hearing this voice, Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned, and lightly reprimanded: "Did you bring something back?"

"I'm ready to let go~"

Gojo Wu turned his head and looked at Xia Youjie, and immediately let go of his hand when the latter nodded slightly, and they both pointed at the terrified curser.

"Teacher, this is the free cleaner we found for you~"

"Do you like it?"

Ye Mozheng opened his eyes slowly, and when he saw the two faces that were about to cry, veins popped out of his forehead, and asked lightly, "Who prepared this gift?"

"It's me and Nami-chan~" Gojo Satoru immediately raised his hands high, with a smug smile on his face, "Doesn't the teacher like it very much?"

"We have all agreed to make them the cleaners and guards of the High School of Conjuration!"

Xia Youjie immediately pointed to his close friend in silence.

Leaving aside who Nami-chan is, Ye Mozhengdao's fist was itchy, and he turned around and rewarded him with a chestnut. A vein popped out on his forehead, "Enlightenment, make it clear!"

"—That's it, teacher." Xia Youjie turned his head and glanced at Wujou, coughed lightly, told the whole story process in a few words, and finally said: "We want to invite that child to the magic school. "

"Her spell skills are very powerful. If I let me generalize-there is almost no limit."

So far, Xia Youjie really hasn't seen the limit from Fuhe Nami. On the contrary, spells are like home-cooked dishes on her, not as limited as he thinks.

Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned tightly, with a serious look between his brows, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Primary school students are not accepted here."

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie immediately looked at each other, eyes full of "this old man is so stubborn, he doesn't know how to be flexible at all." ' expression.

"What if the people in Kyoto snatch it away?"

"That's right, that diva girl will definitely not miss this good opportunity."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

"Forget it, bring it back." Ye Mozheng rubbed his forehead tiredly, then turned to look at the two curse masters, "These two cannot stay—"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Youjie interrupted him first, "Nami has bound them for life."

This means that the two curse masters can only be cleaners and gatekeepers of high-level spells for the rest of their lives.

"..." Noctua Moth Zhengdao suddenly felt troubled, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. That little spellcaster... doesn't sound like a well-behaved student.Could it be that there will be another problematic student?

However, spellcaster...

So far, the High School of Conjuration has never had a spellcaster. If a problem student really came this time... Ye Mozheng raised his eyes and looked at the two problem students in front of him.

OK, no problem.

"Go and deal with it."

Night Moth Zhengdao put his hands behind his back, glanced at the two curse masters, turned around and walked out of the classroom door, and suddenly turned back to tell them, "Bring that little curse master to me later."

Whether she has the qualifications to become a conjurer still needs to be evaluated.

Fuhei home

Fu Heisher sat on the sofa with his feet crossed, stared at the black-screen TV expressionlessly with his chin in one hand, and held half a cigarette in the other hand, and suddenly his ears moved.

There was a sound of the door turning, and Fu Heisher immediately threw the cigarette back out of the window with a backhand, took a few sips of wine from the glass on the table, and lay lazily on the sofa, as if it wasn't him .

The door was slowly pushed open, Fu Heihui walked in first, Fu Heisher frowned suddenly, looked behind him with his head, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips slipped 0.5 centimeters.

"Where's Fukunami?"

Fu Heihui took off his shoes and put on indoor slippers. When he heard the concern from his old father, he didn't answer, "My sister didn't say anything, she asked me to come back first."

"..." Fu Heisher was unhappy, he glanced up and down at Hei Hui, raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you follow?"

This bastard has never left Fuhe Nami since he was born, and the relationship between the two siblings is even closer than that of his father, so he is willing to let his sister outside?

"My sister said she didn't want to smell the smoke when she came home." Fu Heihui raised his eyes and glanced at him expressionlessly. Unlike the well-behaved and cute cub who faced his sister, he was very cold towards this father.

"My sister has a sensitive nose..."

Fu Heihui frowned, once again disappointed with this unreliable father.

"She doesn't like you smoking."

Fu Heisher: "..." He looked down at the fingers that still smelled of tobacco, stood up immediately and opened the surrounding windows, then picked up the air freshener on the table and sprayed it several times.

"Does it still smell like smoke?"

He couldn't smell any smoke himself.

"Good job." Fu Heihui tightened the schoolbag on his back, took a deep breath, and nodded seriously with a sullen face, "If my sister scolds you, I will consider saying a good word for you."

"Huh?" Fu Heisher threw the air freshener on the table casually, and lay directly on the sofa, digging his ears when he heard this, "Call me? Does she have the guts?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened again.

The two father and son turned their heads to look sideways at Fukuro Nami who just opened the door.

The air froze for a moment.

Fuhesher: "..."

"...I didn't intend to scold you." As soon as Fuhe Nami walked into the room, she couldn't help but sneezed several times. The tip of her nose turned red instantly. She rubbed her nose without even looking at Fuheshier, turned around and walked away Go back to your room.

Fu Heihui glanced at Fu Heisher, and shook his head hopelessly, "Father, you should take care of yourself."

Fu Hesher: What is this and what? ? !