Has wtw entered the necropolis?

classroom office

Noctua looked straight at the unshakable little girl on the sofa, and slowly shifted her gaze to her own student, her already serious face was so dark that it could almost drip ink.

The two strongest stood up straight in front of the head teacher, Night Moth Zhengdao, with their hands behind their backs, as if accepting scolding at any time.

"Teacher, I have something to say!"

He looked at Gojo Satoru who raised his hand high, and was so angry that he almost gave him a chestnut. He turned around and opened the chair and sat down, with his arms in his arms, as if he was listening attentively.

"You said."

"It started a long time ago..." Seeing the head teacher's face getting darker and darker, Gojo Gojo cleared his throat and immediately cut to the point of the topic, "...that's it, I want Nami to go into I'm in the first year of high school at the Conjuration Academy."

Fuku Nami - a special spellcaster that has never been seen before.

Night Moth Zhengdao frowned. He knew that this child and her father, Fuheshier, the spell killer who had caused fear and dread of countless magicians, and now both of them are in the High School of Magic. Here, he suddenly felt troublesome.

Thinking about the fact that Fuheshier almost killed Gojo Satoru and Tenuchi Riko before, for the safety of the students, he didn't want such a dangerous man to stay in the school.

But right now there is a more important thing to deal with.

Ye Mo Zhengdao suddenly reached out his hand to stop him from continuing, "You haven't given me a reason for Tiannei Lizi's matter."

Riko Tennei was supposed to assimilate with Lord Tianyuan, but now, these two problem students hid her directly, which is undoubtedly declaring war with Lord Tianyuan.

He was a little worried about this at first, but the news from Master Tian Yuan——

Noctua looked right at the two brats in front of him, and after thinking about it, he decided not to tell the story, so as not to make them feel bad.

"..."

"..."

The two problem students glanced at each other, pointing at the little girl sleeping on the sofa, neatly pushing all the evidence on her, "Nami said Tennai Riko would not die."

"?"

Night Moth Zhengdao frowned, carefully pondering the meaning of these words.

Once the words of the spellcaster were uttered, they would become curses. If this did not kill Riko Tenuchi... He suddenly remembered the little girl's resurrection, and suddenly fell silent.

"Whoever wants Tiannei Lizi to die, the other party will die." Gojo Wu opened his eyes and made up nonsense.

Xia Youjie: ...Will Ye Moth teacher believe this?

But thinking of those guys who died suddenly before, he fell silent again.Perhaps, as Wujo Wu said, whoever wants Riko to die, those people will be cursed back.

"...Is this what makes her so special?" Ye Mo Zhengdao pursed her lips tightly, her sharp eyes fell on Fuhe Nami, the eyes were deep and unpredictable, as far as he knew, the spellcaster can increase the power of speech Or the spell that produces coercive power, how powerful it can be depends on the difference in strength, which also means that the stronger the opponent is, the less powerful the words are.

However, the limits of the spirit of speech do not seem to exist in her body, perhaps it should be said that she is not limited by the rules of the spirit of speech at all.

Sorcerer who deviates from the rules——

It looks like this will be the second Wujo enlightenment.

The shackles that even the Goumaki family of the spellcaster cannot break free... Masamichi Yamoth thought for a long time. It's not that he would not let Fuguro Nami study at the high school of magic, but she is too young, and the high school of magic has not been No students under the age of 16.

Seeing that Noctua Masato was thinking about the feasibility of this matter, Gojo Satoru decided to add another dose of strong medicine, "Teacher, I heard that the Kyoto Prefectural School is looking for young conjurers and plans to train them from an early age. "

After finishing speaking, he stabbed his best friend beside him with his elbow.

Xia Youjie rubbed his forehead and nodded lightly, "That's true, they have spread their range to our side." He was on the verge of robbing them blatantly.

The other two people present understood what Xia Youjie hadn't finished saying.

"Woo-?"

Suddenly, the little girl on the sofa rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up with her hands on the sofa, and looked at the three of them in a daze with her messy black hair.

"Where's my dad?"

Gojo Satoru continued to lie without changing his face: "He is cooking, saying he wants to repay us."

The corners of Xia Youjie's mouth twitched, and he couldn't bear to look straight away, looking away, and then met Noctu Moth's bottomless eyes, "..." Okay, it's better for him to turn his head and look at the little girl.

Fushinami frowned, looked around and found that he was in an office, and then noticed the serious middle-aged man sitting in the center.

"Who is this uncle?"

She tilted her head to look at the two high school students.

"This is the teacher of the third grade class teacher of the Tokyo Conjuration College, who is about to be promoted to the principal, Teacher Ye Mo Zhengdao." Xia Youjie answered on his behalf.

Gojo Satoru dug his ears and muttered, "Shouldn't it be enough to just say that he is the old man who is about to take over as the principal."

Fukura Nami turned her head to look at Noctua Masamichi, her face was full of doubts, "Is there something wrong with uncle looking for me?" Then, she remembered what Gojo Satoru was obsessed with before, and blinked her big eyes, "——I want to let me Are you going to transfer to a higher vocational school?"

"Yes, you changed your mind?" Gojo Satoru approached her enthusiastically, and the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath spraying on their faces.

She raised her eyes to meet the blue eyes behind the sunglasses, subconsciously stretched out her hand to push his face away, curled her lips, "No, I'm just a primary school student."

Although she was able to skip a grade.

Gojo Satoru and her stared at each other for nearly five seconds, sat down on the sofa, raised Erlang's feet, rested his chin with one hand, sighed and said in a drawn-out tone: "Okay, about your father—" His words still Before he finished speaking, Nami Fukura rushed forward and covered his mouth with sharp eyes.

He blinked, looking innocently at her.

"Okay, I get it." Fuguro Nami made a small face, making sure that Gojo Satoru would not talk nonsense before letting go of him, facing the three pairs of eyes, and said very calmly: "The one billion is my Encourage Dad to take it."

"They originally offered a price of [-] million just to kill Riko Tenuchi—" She frowned when she said this, "Is Riko Tenuchi still alive?"

She remembered cursing those guys at the end, logically speaking, Riko Tenuchi should still be alive.

"Alive, we sent her to a safe place." Xia Youjie put his big hand on her head gently, his expression softened slightly, "Little Nami did a good job."

"...What do you know?" Fuhe Nami broke free from his big hand, covered his head and snorted softly: "And don't mess with my hair, you blame Shushu!"

Xia Youjie's forehead burst out with a tic-tac-toe.

"You said you encouraged Fu Heisher to take on this task, so why did you rush out in the end?" Gojo Satoru sat directly on the sofa, pulled down his sunglasses to look at her domineeringly, and simply analyzed his own opinion. "If it was you, you should be able to assist your father to complete this task perfectly."

"........."

why?

"Probably because I got to know Riko Amouchi and you..."

"Besides, I meant to—"

Life for life.

If it is possible, her original intention is that no one will die, but this is impossible. According to the track in the dream, Fu Heisher will die in this mission. As for whether Gojo Satoru is still alive or not, She doesn't know.

When unable to make a choice, she chose to exchange her life for Fuheshier's life, although the price was her own life.

But judging from the final result, she didn't lose anything in this deal.

Fuhe Nami picked up the puppet doll on the sofa, buried her small face tightly in the puppet, a muffled voice came from inside the puppet, a bit self-defeating, and said: "...the tasks that Shier took before are all It's a small business."

Small-scale business also means dealing with completely non-threatening existences such as curse masters and gangsters. Only people at the level of Gojo Satoru can be called big business.

However, Fuheshier only came back in recent years, and Fuhe Nami knew that there were not many tasks for him.

"And—" she suddenly raised her head from the puppet, her small face tensed, "I know who the commissioner is, and I don't believe that he just wants Shier to kill you."

"Who is it?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

Nami Fuguro took a deep breath, pulled the puppet unconsciously with her fingers, and there was a trace of coldness in her purple eyes: "It's the Zen garden tree."

But now the Chanyuan tree is dead, under her words.

Is it actually a member of the Chanyuan family?

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, not at all surprised by this, "If it's a Buddhist monk, I guess I know the reason—" He shrugged and snatched the doll from Fukunami's arms, "It's just that I don't like it, Thinking that killing my Chanyuan family will make you the head of the three imperial families."

"You won't die, but Shir will die." Fukhinami thought of the previous nightmare that made her learn the domain, and suddenly didn't want to continue talking, and couldn't help explaining: "So what is my goal? Er, not you."

However, the three people present probably guessed the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes. Whether Gojo Satoru or Fuheshier died, they would not lose.

"Oh, it's not because of me? I thought you wanted to save me, and I was happy for a long time~" Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses, smiled and leaned forward, and hooked his big hand on Fuguro Nami's shoulder , and said in a frivolous and elongated tone: "Anyway, I also died once under your father's hands, if it wasn't for my fate mastering the reversal technique——"

Fukura Nami looked sideways at him, covered his mouth with his hand, snorted angrily, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, okay...I promise you one request."

Know that every promise of the spellcaster is a priceless treasure.

What he was waiting for was this sentence, and Gojo Satoru immediately showed a look of success, seeing that a trace of ominous premonition rose in Fukunami's heart.

"Then come join us~"

"This matter will be written off, and we will suppress it for your father."

"........."

"Is it okay to refuse?" Fuhe Nami broke free from his shackles, jumped to the ground, and moved towards the door, watching the three people in the room vigilantly.

"I don't want to be with you two idiots..."

Before she could reach the door, a hand suddenly stopped behind her.

Fu Hei Nami looked up abruptly, facing Xia Youjie whose forehead was throbbing with veins, "No."

"Also—you will be one of the idiots in the future."

At this moment, Ye Mozheng stood up and walked towards her step by step, her tall body shrouded her in the shadow.

Fushinaiya's pupils constricted.

"Fuku Nami, I agree with you to study at the High School of Magic."

"……no I do not--"

Before she finished speaking, Xia Youjie quickly covered her mouth with his hand, and said with a smile, "Do you think you have a chance to choose?"

"Wow!! Dad help me!!!"

the other side,

After Fu Heisher hugged Fu Heihui and returned to the dormitory where he lived temporarily, he walked to his daughter's room immediately. Just when he put his hand on the doorknob, Fu Heihui suddenly said: "Shier, my sister is still sleeping. Don't bother her."

"..." Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, grabbed the brat's fleshy face, "Huh? What's going on with you today? You've been trying to stop me?"

"Hui, did you say it yourself, or wait for me to find out?"

Fu Heisher is not stupid, when his son pulled him to go out, he keenly sensed that something was wrong. Although he spent little time with Fu Heihui, he was his father after all, so he couldn't read his son's mind.

Fu Heihui pursed her lips tightly: "..."

"Don't try to bully me." He is someone who is protected by his sister. If Fu Heisher bullies him, he will cry to his sister.

Fuhesher: "..."

"Bullying?" Fu Heisher felt that the brat in his arms still knew too little about him, so he put down Fu Heihui, put one hand on his shoulder, and opened the door and whispered: "You haven't experienced it yet." What is 'bullying'."

As the door slowly opened, Fu Heihui's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously hugged Fu Heisher's thigh tightly, trying to stop him when he was furious.

The air was stagnant.

Fu Heihui blinked, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, how could Fu Heisher be so calm, could it be that those two people left?He looked up full of doubts, his pupils suddenly shrunk, and his small hand unconsciously grasped Fu Heisher's big hand.

"Where's my sister?!"

Why is his sister missing? ? !

Fu Heisher let the cub hug his thigh, walked into the room with a gloomy face, glanced around sharply, and saw that the bed was completely gone, the window was wide open, and there were still some stains on it. It looked like someone had abducted his daughter and ran out the window.

"Brat, who told you to hold me back?"

He lowered his head and lifted Heihui, and held it in front of his eyes like a helpless kitten, drawn the corners of his lips and said with a half-smile: "Look, you helped the enemy and lost your sister, and you may not have a sister in the future. "

Fu Heihui thumped in his heart, his pupils stared like walnuts, "?!"

"You lied to me!"

"—Xia Youjie clearly said that he would take my sister and me to Disneyland, but I can't let you know."

Fu Heisher: "Oh, what about Xia Youjie?"