My breeder is the strongest

Wujo Satoru's character has never been good, willful, bad, and self-centered.

Sometimes, there is still a little bit of indifference and cruelty.

It's not just because he grew up in a cannibalistic place like Wutiao's house, and he was attacked by various forces like cutting leeks one after another since he was a child.

Also because of the six eyes—this kind of talent bestowed by God, he is receiving excessive information every moment, every minute and every second.

That kind of feeling is like someone whispering math problems in your ear 24 hours a day from morning to night, so you will do it naturally, but when you really do it, another bunch of people are looking for trouble below.

Some of them say they want to compete with you on who can solve the questions faster, some envy you for doing well, some want you to help them with the questions, and some are resentful, thinking that you must have cheated.

The onlookers were arguing, but Wujo Satoru himself had only one thought from the beginning to the end.

One word, annoying.

Two words, so annoying.

Three words, annoying to death.

Can I stop doing the question?

But this kind of chanting is passive, so he can only focus his attention on some repetitive and meaningless things as much as possible-such as games, such as fighting, in order to seek a little peace.

So, in a sense, Gojo Satoru liked training quite a lot in the past.

Of course, later he found an alternative entertainment method of playing games, training and so on, and was completely forgotten.

Anyway, no one can beat him without training.

However, the tranquility just now is different from playing games or training.

At that moment just now, it was complete silence.

All the noise caused by the six eyes was swept away.

The eldest young master ignored Xia Youjie who was next to him, and turned to look at the cat—suddenly pulling away, getting closer, and then further away.

In the end, he threw Wutiaojiu into Xia Youjie's arms, and then retreated all the way to the door.

Xia Youjie was confused: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru came back and hugged Gojojiu again.

"It's nothing."

no change.

The feeling just now never appeared again.

what happened?

Wujo Wu is thoughtful.

Is it some kind of technique that can weaken people's fighting spirit?

But—isn't his technique unlimited?

Gojo Satoru had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but not right now.

If you want to ask, you have to wait to go out here.

"Jiu, Jie." Gojo Satoru played with the cat's paw and said casually, "Plan [-] failed, we are going to start Plan [-]."

Plan one is to go straight to the point, plan two...

Well, Master Wutiao never thought that the plan would fail anytime soon.

Therefore, Plan [-] is now in mind.

So much so that it sounds a little outrageous.

Xia Youjie's face was disheveled.

"You want to loot the magic tool library???"

"What are you talking about?" Wutiao Wu swore, "How can it be called looting if you take something from your own house?"

"It should be called an advance inheritance."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Spell equipment is an important asset of the Wutiao family. A random knife in the storage of magic equipment may be sold for hundreds of millions, and the supply is even in short supply. Compared with economic value, it is a proof of strength.

If it's not soft enough, try something harder.

During the time when Ye Mozheng Zhengdao was counting the magic tools, if there was any loss, no matter how high-spirited he was, in order to pay off the debt, he would still have to come to ask Master Wutiao to sign this agreement.

The moral bottom line of a conjurer might just be different.

Xia Youjie touched his remaining conscience, and it was the first time he felt that he was really kind when he grew up.

"wait."

He suddenly remembered something, stood up, first took Wujo Jiu away from Wujo Wu, then covered his ears - and then sat back opposite Wujo Wu.

One person and one cat looked up at him.

Xia Youjie breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, you continue."

Gojo Satoru: "...what are you doing?"

"Early childhood education." Xia Youjie said seriously, "We can't let Jiu learn from people like you."

Wutiaowu: "..."

After Gojojiu cursed others, Gojo Satoru felt that he had no human rights.

Isn't it just a few bad words?

Who hasn't learned two bad words when they were young! ?

A childhood without swear words is an incomplete childhood!

Adhering to the rebellious thinking of "I will try to do what other people don't let me do, or I will feel uncomfortable", Master Wutiao made an impromptu decision to take the cat with him when he did bad things, and let him play an important role.

Although, when Xia Youjie left, he said euphemistically that if Gojo Wu must do such immoral things, don't take Wujo Jiu with him.

Young Master Wutiao rolled his eyes back at him.

Xia Youjie: "..."

"Okay." He compromised, "At least, tell him this is a special case."

Master Wu Tiao perfunctorily said "hmmm" with his ears out, then turned around and picked up Wu Tiao Jiu's nape who was sleeping in the room.

Wujo Jiu opened half of his eyes in a daze, and the two pairs of ice blue pupils faced each other.

Kitty yawned and floated up into the air, wrapping his tail around Gojo Satoru's wrist.

Called coquettishly.

"Meow~"

Master Wutiao paused.

"……never mind."

He sat down with the cat on his lap, his chin on his hands, and his head turned to one side.

He patted the cat's butt lightly and muttered softly.

"You owe me [-] million, at least."

Wujojiu, who has no concept of money at all, reacts very calmly to the huge debt of [-] million that he has inexplicably carried.

Even took the initiative to increase the size.

The little Persian cat climbed up Gojo Satoru's shoulders, shaking its ears.

"One hundred million is not enough."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Why not enough?"

The kitty turned around, genuinely worried.

"Wu, spend money."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Not sure why, but I'm craving cat broth tonight.

Gojo Satoru angrily grabbed the cat and put it aside, "It won't cost you!"

Gojojiu tilted his head, not understanding why this man got angry again.

Young master Wutiao didn't even intend to ask for a cat to coax him, so he turned around to pack up the crime tools.

It is not difficult to enter the magic tool library of the Wutiao family. The difficult thing is how to get in and out without being discovered.

If you want to enter and exit the magic item storehouse non-violently, you must have the coat of arms inherited from the past dynasties. The old man wears this thing close to his body every day, and it seems impossible to steal it without anyone noticing it.

Then we can only hitch a ride.

Master Wutiao thought about it, and it might really take Wutiao a long time.

Said to give seven days to check, but Gojo Shio has been delaying to give permission to open the magic tool library. Sometimes he said it was not a good day, and sometimes he used the excuse that opening it too many times would attract the curse spirit.

It's so false that even a conjurer would laugh when he heard it.

Please, which curse spirit is so reckless running towards so many powerful curses! ?

Is it really a cheesecake inside? ?

The two fought each other for three days in the main hall before finally finalizing the plan.

At 30 o'clock in the morning on the fourth day, under the supervision of three magicians at the same time, they opened the entrance to the magic tool library for [-] seconds, allowing the night moth to enter.

As for when it will come out...

Shio Gojo throws him a glass bottle containing an ugly red flying creature.

"Crush him when you want to go out, and the mana fluctuations will be monitored by the outside." He said viciously, "Anyway, there is only one chance, when to go out, your task, you decide."

No one noticed, outside the window, a little Persian cat yawned and turned away.

There is a time and a place, but one key thing is still missing if you want to sneak in successfully.

A means to fool the old man and the conjurers present and make him "invisible".

There is a saying in magic theory that if you want to deceive the audience's eyes, you must start with their deeply believed ideas.

Master Wutiao rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and pulled out a small group of strange life forms with black lacquer and eyes from under the bed.

Special grade curse spirit, fragment of Kageyama Oeda Maru...

Not every super magic spirit can be completely wiped out.

For example, the legendary king of curses, Su Nuo's finger, no matter what method is used, it cannot be destroyed. Another example is this guy in front of him-if only in terms of survival, it may be stronger than Su Nuo.

Anyway, Gojo Satoru just randomly picked up a piece and locked it up with a small barrier. This guy has survived until now.

Wu Tiao stared at the black ball with long eyes in front of him for a long time, salivating so much that he almost drool.

"...Your taste is too bad." Young Master Wutiao hugged him away in disgust, "So what did you eat before? Could it be a curse spirit?"

The kitten turned a deaf ear to his inquiry, and stretched out its paws to grab the black ball in the box.

The black ball shrank towards the corner of the box—with a swish sound, it disappeared from the normal field of vision.

Gojo looked around hesitantly for a long time.

Camouflage.

For the sake of his life, this guy really can do anything.

"Tsk tsk." Master Wutiao stroked his chin and walked around the box, "As expected of a super-level curse spirit, it can even imitate the 'spell power incomplete'."

Just right, it can be used to prop the entrance open.

Before the black ball started to increase in value again, Wujo Wujo performed a new enchantment technique and patted the lid of the box.

"Whether you can succeed or not depends on whether you can resist or not."