My breeder is the strongest

The farthest distance in the world is not when you stand in front of me but don't know that I love you.

It's because I'm trying so hard to attract the attention of the curse spirit, not only do you not know how to escape...you're even a little eager to try! !

Big brother.

Gojo Satoru held his forehead speechlessly.

How many catties and taels do you have in your heart? ?

The curse spirit in front of him was scary enough for Xia Youjie, but he didn't think so because he had read countless five enlightenments of the curse spirit since he was a child.

What is the concept of super class?

So far, there are only twelve super-level curse spirits registered in Japan, and there are a few of them, such as the two-faced Su Nuo, who have been belching for a long time but can't get rid of them.

And the huge monster in front of him—although it looked scary, unable to speak and unconscious, it just relied on instinct to keep devouring and attacking.

Weak, too weak.

This may not be the perfect body of the super magic spirit.

In other words, when it is completely unblocked, it will be really troublesome.

It must be solved with one move before then.

But the problem is-

Gojo Wu looked at Xia Youjie on the cliff, speechless.

"Cang" with multi-point operation and maximum output, even he can't guarantee that he won't accidentally injure things around him! !

What the hell is this guy doing here? ?

To block him? ? ?

The distance between the two of them was too far, so they would definitely not be able to hear them if they shouted directly, but if he moved closer to Xia Youjie, the curse spirit's attack would follow in that direction. up.

dilemma.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru felt the convenience and necessity of modern technology so deeply for the first time.

Why didn't he snatch two mobile phones from Wujo Xiashu just now! ?

When Wutiao Wu was distracted, the curse spirit seized the opportunity, and clusters of vines surged up one after another, forming a wave of fleshy vines, rushing towards him.

"Wow, it's so annoying—"

He stretched out a finger impatiently, the space distorted, and the over-curved fleshy vine exploded from the middle, splashing black blood all over the sky.

"Can't you be more peaceful...Running around, running around, do you think you can draw a map of the world?"

Speaking of this, Wujo Wu suddenly had an idea.

Draw... on the body of the mantra, draw a picture?

A few minutes later, Xia Youjie, who was still thinking on the top of the mountain, how he could help his friend, saw a strange and frightening scene on the huge monster opposite.

Strands of meat vines are like blue veins bursting out of the chest, chasing Wujo Wu all the way straight, but this time, Wujo Wu didn't use the blue to jump back and forth - but strengthened his body with magic power, so that the meat vines kept running with him .

From Xia Youjie's point of view, it was the mantra spirit's huge body that kept bulging lines one by one.

The positions of these lines seem to be a little familiar when you look at them together.

He subconsciously read out, "の...け...じ...."

It is connected.

——のけ (っ), じ (ゃ) ま, な (い)! (Go away, out of the way!)

Xia Youjie: "..."

If anyone other than Gojo Satoru did this, Xia Youjie would feel that the other party might have done this on purpose to keep him out of danger.

However, it was Gojo Satoru who said that...

In his mind, a disgusted and beating face instantly appeared.

Xia Youjie: "..."

He turned around blankly, intending to go down the mountain immediately.

This guy literally means it, absolutely!

The night was dim, and there were monsters covering the sky and the sun behind him. The wind blew the lanterns and blew out the red candles that were dripping with tears.

Xia Youjie had just run a few meters when there was a bad breath in front of him.

He subconsciously took two steps back—the next moment, the huge monster that was exactly the same as before broke through the rock in front of him, and rose up from the ground with the man in black and the dead body of the magician who had just descended from the mountain.

Special-grade curse spirit, Kageyama Oeda Maru.

He can't speak, has limited intelligence, and has a single attack mode, but the reason for being rated as a super magic spirit.

is added value.

Divide one into two, divide two into four, divide into sixteen...

Like bacteria, like viruses, like shadows that devour everything.

As long as there is still a shadow left.

It will, without stopping, devour the world with all its heart.

Xia Youjie raised his head subconsciously following its movement.

The tall meat mountain covered the sky, countless eyes quickly locked on the only living body in front of him, and instantly stretched out hundreds of branches——

...Damn it.

Gojo Satoru cursed secretly in his heart.

Now I can't run even if I want to.

He forcibly stopped all the vines around him, and quickly twisted off the attack in front of Xia Youjie in the distance, but more vines quickly pulled out from all directions, trying to wrap him up.

At the same time, on the other side, the vines quickly gathered again and rushed towards Xia Youjie who was on the ground again.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and became emotional.

"You, one or two..."

He bit the handle of the sacrificial box and raised his hands.

Several distorted spatial points formed simultaneously on both sides, twisting the air into a vortex and rotating slowly.

Gojo Satoru: "It's so annoying!"

The black blood mist spread in the air, interfering with his vision for a moment, a fleshy vine rushed down from his head, Gojo Satoru raised his head, and the vine was forcibly stopped, but at the same time, an extremely thin vine Tiao didn't know when he sucked the red box he was biting, and pulled it down suddenly——

Gojo Satoru was caught off guard and staggered, his mouth loosened.

The box was pulled by the rattan and fell at high speed.

"Depend on!"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, stretched out his hand in the direction where the red box fell, and the space was distorted.

However, it was still a step behind.

There was a cane as thick as two people hugging each other, with a mouth full of broken teeth and the same size as the body. It had been waiting on the side for a long time, bypassing the space distortion point at a faster speed, and swallowing the box in one gulp.

Gojo Satoru's movements froze, but then, he seemed to have seen something even more incredible.

The rattan's big mouth curved strangely, and all the eyes on Roshan's body, for an instant, laughed into the shape of crescent moons.

【good to eat!good to eat! 】

The gloomy voice seemed to come from a deep valley, shaking the world, rocks and rocks, and filled with uncontrollable joy.

[Sacrifice-cursed fetus, delicious! 】

The vines on either side stopped attacking, celebrating a moment of contentment and joy.

Xia Youjie heard the word "sacrifice", turned his head suddenly, looked in Wujo Wu's direction, and shouted, "Wu--!?"

what happened? ?

He only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the next second, Gojo Satoru teleported to Xia Youjie's side.

He lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

Xia Youjie: "What's going on, cat—"

Gojo Satoru spoke softly and interrupted him.

"Jie, I finally remembered what its technique is."

A moment of silence.

Xia Youjie froze for several seconds before realizing that what he said was an answer to the question he asked the day the little Persian cat technique awakened.

[Its technique is explosion? 】

【do not know. 】

"Are you sick!?" Xia Youjie was anxious, and grabbed his collar, "Where's the cat!? Where did the cat go?? What are you still talking about here—"

He was only halfway through his words, because Xia Youjie only saw that when he pulled up his collar, Gojo Wu's face seemed to be relieved, but also had a strange complex expression.

"So it's not a fish."

He sighed endlessly.

Xia Youjie subconsciously let go of his movements, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Now, get down."

In the sky, the meat vine that devoured the box suddenly exploded.

A small group of Persian cats crawled out of the minced meat shaking their heads, as if they were not awake, lying on the edge of the blasted hole with their two front paws, and put their heads down between the two paws in a daze.

Miraculously, the black blood mist that splashed everywhere stopped around it—not a single drop was stained with fluffy white fur.

It's as if...there is an infinite distance.

A cat, a magical creature that sleeps sixteen to eighteen hours a day.

If it is a kitten, it may need to sleep until about 20 hours.

In the early morning of a month ago, the five young masters on the bed kicked the quilt because they were too hot, and by the way, they made a precise hit, kicking the kitten cub by his legs out of the bed.

Back in time to the present——

Nai Tuanzi arched her back and grinned.

Disturbing a person's lucid dream is unforgivable.

Contrary to the black that symbolizes absorption, what suddenly appeared in the air were several chaotic white space points.

exploded instantly.

There is no lower limit, reverse the spell, heh!