Mommy Knotweed she can do anything

Squeak - squeak -

The sound of cicadas chirping, the luxuriant branches and leaves, a shade of green.

The sun was bright and scorching, and the air was hot and twisted.

I'm bored.

Summer is here.

six years old?seven years old?In short, a boy, who hid in a tree, timidly and excitedly peeped at the smooth and powerful physical skills of the man.

The monster was knocked down, the man cast his gaze over, and the gangster grabbed him from the tree without hesitation, and said with a smile: "Little devil, can you see it? Curse spirit."

"Curse... spirit?"

The young man looked at the man blankly, his eyes lit up unconsciously, and his faith burned like a blazing sun.

Squeak - squeak -

The cicadas are very loud.

The man's voice was also loud.

"Oh! You have great talents, and you will definitely become a great magician in the future!"

The boy was as excited as a bird, stumbling and flying into the house.

"Mom, Dad, I, I am a magician! I will definitely become a super-powerful magician, and then protect all the weak!"

The senior conjurer who came to visit was amazed.

"Did that child grow up too fast? The future potential is immeasurable."

The girl who was rescued by him thanked shyly.

"Hey, thank you? No, no, no need, it's just a little effort, the strong are born to protect the weak..."

That was his memory.

It belongs to the memory of 14-year-old Xia Youjie.

——Then, whose memory is this?

The smell of rags filled the stomach and mouth, the sound of cicadas was restless, and the scorching sun swept across layers like raging waves, carrying cruel malice that would not be reconciled to death.

Nausea, nausea, nausea...

Mantras, humans, monkeys...

what?Who?Intermittent, thought it was showing PV?The boy wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

There is a scarlet night in front of me, desolate, mournful, and there is very little breath of life, even on the streets of Shibuya, this always bustling place that makes people sigh.

There are no colorful lights, no noisy voices.Among the dilapidated buildings, there seemed to be the dead branches of a Christmas tree standing silently.The breeze blows and disappears.

There is obviously no sound, and the young walking corpse is wandering in the street. Why does it seem that there are bursts of crying in the ears?

Someone stopped him.

"Are you the child of that special curse master Xia Youjie? No, he probably doesn't have such an old child. So are you a relative?"

His companion spoke sarcastically.

"How is it possible, didn't that person kill his parents? How could he let this brat go! Don't forget, he killed a village!"

who?Xia Youjie?I?

I killed my parents?Killed a village?

"Hey, brat, have you ever seen a sinner who looks very similar to you and whose spell is a magic spell? Your kid has spell power, can you see it?"

"Be careful when you see it, you look so similar to him, that lunatic might just kill you too, hahaha."

Mantras?Isn't it a unique talent that is unique to him at present?

sinner?madman?

"...I think I've seen it before." He was obviously speaking by himself, why was it so unreal? "Uncle, can you tell me what he did?"

They said a few words casually and left.

The boy with the ball head was left looking at his trembling hand in a trance.At some point, tears blurred vision, and the world turned into a distorted illusion.

Unbelievable, unbelievable, incomprehensible.

... He really did those things? !

The boy wanted to deny it countless times, but the vague memory in his mind laughed at him mercilessly.

real.You who betray your own justice and murder your own blood--sinner.

Are you kidding me?

What a joke!

The boy curled up and hid in a dark corner, whimpering silently, thinking of a stray dog ​​that was soaked.

His justice, sullied...by himself.

What should he do...

I don't know how long it has passed, the boy suddenly saw someone stretching out a hand.

"It's time to go home." The gentle voice was like a spring breeze, and he seemed to be able to imagine the curved eyebrows and raised lips of women, as well as the soft gardenias and large shades in summer.

go home? ...Yes, it's time to go home, this is not his home, not his world!

Yes!How else to explain it?So now, he's going back to his world!Never come here again, absolutely!

The boy held that hand firmly, like a drowning man sinking to the bottom of the sea grasping at the last straw.

"...Take me back." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.

In the wooden independent small house, the woman is sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony, her smooth calf dangling one by one, holding the boy's hair in her arms like a cat.

Youren and Bao Xiang went out to buy groceries together. Xiao Youren was frightened yesterday and was tired from playing in the morning, so he has been sleeping all day.

Originally, she wanted to accompany her, but Gojo Wu insisted on her bringing Xia Youjie back first, and so did Xiao Wu.The little corpse had no choice but to use up his strength to sense and pull people.

"Ah, ah, this child seems to have suffered quite a blow, what a child." She poked the face of the comatose teenager who was holding her hand, and complained with her chin in her hand, "It's so heavy. ,I am pretty tired."

Gojo Satoru was silent, and suddenly took out a bottle and handed it to her: "When he wakes up, give this to him."

The little corpse asked curiously: "Curse spirit?"

"The stitched face you're looking for," the 28-year-old rubbed his tired brows and eyes, "I found it with a little effort, and after I broke it up, I put the rest in it."

"He controls the curse spirit by eating the curse spirit..." The little corpse rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I have eaten this food too, it tastes so bad that it will kill you, but if you eat too much, you will be mentally abnormal."

The five enlightened lips pursed into a straight line and said nothing.

Xiao Wu kicked him...although he missed the kick because there was no limit, then he snorted coldly: "Next time I will remember to take him to eat dessert."

"Jie doesn't like sweet ones." Wutiao Wuyan answered with all his brains, and the more he thought about it, the worse he became. The dog wandered to the woman's side and asked unwillingly, "Is there really no other way?"

While thinking about what to do for lunch, the little corpse said casually: "I can also get out the consciousness of your friend and make it a puppet with high autonomy. Do you want it?"

"If it was before, I might agree..." Gojo Satoru smiled wryly, "But this Jie is still alive, let's forget it."

"Then you go to the group of kids in Bingsheng, get more rockets, I'll help you modify it, and let you come to see him often." The little corpse sighed, and muttered with his mouth deflated, "This is super troublesome. Yes..."

Wujo Wu's eyes lit up, but he also knew that this woman was useless, so he asked patiently, "What do you want?"

The little corpse gave him another look: "What can you give me?"

"Youren needs to become stronger to deal with the next crisis. His brain is dead, but the spells he left behind have not disappeared, and there is also the death penalty on Youren," Wujo Wu said in a deep voice, "And you have been killed by our The world rejects you, so you can't come to my world to help Youren again—unless you want to turn against Youren and destroy the world."

Death penalty... The little corpse held back his hostility and remained silent.

"Besides, you said that Yuren can only stay in this world for two months, and you will not be able to maintain the order of time and space any longer." Gojo Satoru continued, "You need me to protect Youruto, no matter whether it is Yuren or Xiao Yuren."

Purpose achieved.

The little corpse stretched out his hand: "Deal!"

"You really don't trust me at all." Gojo Satoru held out his hand helplessly while smiling wryly, "It seems that I really have to take responsibility for Youruhito."

The little corpse pouted: "Unscrupulous teacher."

"I'm going to sleep, I'm so tired." She closed her eyes, crow-colored eyelashes hung down on her snow-white skin, like snow falling on a rocky mountain, but her brows were full of exhaustion, "I'm really tired, wait Ah Xiang and Yuren came back and asked me to get up and cook."

There are so many things going on in this day...

When 14-year-old Xia Youjie woke up, it was the afternoon when the sun was setting.The woman shrouded in warm red light smiled gently at him, her brows and eyes seemed to be plated with gold: "Wake up."

The hand holding her was numb, and the pain was unbearable. Xia Youjie wanted to cry because of the pain: "Miss, are you alright?"

His voice was hoarse, and his crying tone was like a branch dragging in the sand.

The little corpse paused, his smile was a bit real, his delicate fingers lightly brushed the corners of his eyes, and he said distressedly: "Is it still hard?"

Where was it just now?Where is this again?who are you? ... For some reason, Xia Youjie swallowed all these questions.

He was just suddenly very wronged, very wronged: "I...will I really become like that?"

The little corpse laughed and said: "With me here, no way."

I will kill you if I do.

Xia Youjie was miraculously soothed, and grabbed her skirt: "It hurts...I want to go home." Go home and see her parents.

Little Corpse: "..."

Because he had been holding on to it all the time, and the little corpse that was connected after simply breaking his hand guiltily helped him re-tie the ball head, and took him back to Bingsheng.

When Xia Youjie came near her home, she stopped moving forward.The boy turned his head three times a step, and asked reluctantly, "Can I see you again?"

The little corpse looked flustered with the young man's admiring eyes, and she gave him the phone number: "Hey, you can do it anytime, just call me if you want to see me."

Xia Youjie nodded vigorously, smiled sheepishly, and hurried home.

Xia You's mother was cooking, and when she heard the door open, she hurried out to have a look. When she found that he was intact except for his red eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't ask anything, just said: "Welcome home."

Xia You's father put down the newspaper in his hand, wiped his dazzled eyes: "I'm back."

The boy laughed sincerely: "Well, I'm back."

came back.

Just never go again.

Standing on a high place silently looking at their family, the little corpse covered his face and knelt down: "I completely forgot about the curse spirit...but only family gatherings can't be disturbed, damn it!"

She didn't want to see the big white cat complaining slimy!

The 1.9-meter smelly man is so annoying!

or……

The little corpse thought of the ability of magic spells inherited by the brain flower he had absorbed, and had an idea.

She compressed the seamed face dough into a cake shape, and when Xia You's mother wasn't paying attention, she quickly wrapped it in flour, squid mince and vegetables, and threw it into the squid cake frying pan.

Then he sent a talking little curse spirit to Xia Youjie and asked him to eat the heart-shaped pie.

Xia Youjie glanced at the woman hanging outside the window who cautiously greeted him: "..."

"Ah? Do I make cakes like this?" Xia You's mother asked in confusion.

"Maybe it's deformed haha..." Xia Youjie hurriedly put it into a bowl and ate it quickly, and then almost didn't spit it out. After swallowing it with difficulty, he found out that it was a magic ball.

Sensing the message of the curse spirit with great potential, Xia Youjie nodded gratefully to the little corpse, silently mouthing: Thank you.

Little Corpse:? ? ?

She felt her culinary skills were challenged!

Blueberry yogurt said that a real chef can make people eat delicious food no matter what ingredients (people) they are!A mere curse spirit!She can too!

If it doesn't work, Xiaojie's sense of taste will be transformed!