My breeder is the strongest

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he noticed the cat cub floating in the air, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he flashed to the side of Gojo Jiu in an instant, and pulled him down.

Pretend nothing happened.

Ye Mozheng wiped the ashes off his face, "The explosion just now..."

"It's me." Gojo Satoru was decisive.

Ye Mozheng said: "But, I heard you say a long time ago..."

"That's the password." Master Wutiao shoved the cat into his pocket indiscriminately, and forcibly held down the cat's head, pretending to be deep, "You won't be able to listen to it for free later, this is the secret of the Wutiao family."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Ye Mozheng said: "...Oh."

Eerie silence.

In the dark passage, an adult and a child looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Ten seconds later, both parties spoke at the same time.

Night Moth said rightly: "You—"

Gojo Satoru: "I—"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

After another five seconds, the two were at the same time again.

Night Moth said rightly: "I—"

Gojo Satoru: "You—"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Young Master Wutiao paused, and made a gesture of invitation, "You go first."

Noctua Zhengdao silently groped a few times in the bombed backpack, and took out a pitch-black glass bottle whose outer wall was burnt.

Two or three strokes of the thumb wiped out a transparent area, revealing a small pinch of ashes that was also dark inside.

This is the mantra that Gojo Shio said was used to communicate.

"I just want to ask... this." Noctua Zhengdao hesitated to speak, "If it turns into ashes, does it have the same effect as crushing?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Obviously, not possible.

Wujojiu finally broke through the seal of the young master Wujo, and poked out the cat's head from his pocket.

"Meow!"

It is said that the plan cannot keep up with the change.

But this is too far from the plan!

From petty theft to survival in the wilderness! !

In the end, it's all to blame...

Young Master Wutiao's eyes focused on the kitten who poked his head out of the pocket and looked left and right.

The little Persian cat looked around - leaned back and hiccupped leisurely.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He pressed the cat's head fiercely.

Loser thing!

Do whatever you want, mess with No.1!

Noctuid took off the jacket with a big hole in it, and counted the only "supplies" they had left.

There were three boxes of compressed biscuits left, and the mineral water was placed on the outside, and the entire army was wiped out. As for the cursed bones, only the innermost two or three ultra-miniature ones survived.

He put the rest of the mantra in his pocket, and turned to ask the young master Wutiao who was arguing with the cat next to him.

"Have you been here before?"

"I've only been here once." Gojo Satoru pressed the cat's head, turning from verbal attack to eye-to-eye fight, "This is the old man's secret weapon at the bottom of the box. He won't give me permission."

He was dual-purpose, glanced out of the corner of his eye, leaned back, and pointed his chin a little, indicating the glass bottle held by the night moth.

Answer the question he just asked.

"That bug should be useless."

"Its name is 'Rinoji Hachiman'." Gojo Satoru further explained, "Before he dies, he will sense with his companions and resonate with the same type of magic spirit within 800 meters. The old man told you that the fluctuation of the magic power is detected, it should be this means."

"Although but." Master Wutiao looked at the kitten with "innocent" written all over his face, and gritted his teeth.

"The premise is that there must be that time before death for it to send a signal."

"You know a lot." Ye Mo Zhengdao was a little surprised.

"What is this?" Master Wutiao said disdainfully, "It's all dead knowledge, just read it once and remember it."

"But it's not impossible." Gojo Satoru came over, picked up the glass bottle, and pointed to his eyes, "Although this one can't be used anymore——I can see that there is the same spell in the spell library. The force fluctuates."

"I can take you there."

He put the bottle away and curled up the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you promise me one condition."

The night moth squatting on the ground paused and raised his head. The five young masters were standing beside him with the cat on their backs, their heads turned slightly, and their eyes met.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

His voice sank, "What conditions?"

Young master Wutiao crossed his arms and clasped his chest loudly.

"After you go out - you can't make small reports with the old man!"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

"Such a surprise?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows.

Ye Mozheng pondered for a moment, "I thought you would let me agree to that agreement."

"Do you think I don't want to?" Gojo Satoru scratched his hair unhappily, "It's just..."

He glanced at the kitten above his head from the corner of his eye, and cut without leaving a trace.

The following content is not cool at all.

And a little bit of mother-in-law.

Not Master Wujo's style.

"You don't think there are so many." Gojo Satoru decided to skip this topic directly, and raised the bar impatiently, "Just say it's okay."

"can."

Noctua nodded, stood up, threw away the ripped rucksack, and picked up the dry food packed with the ripped coat.

"However, there is one more thing that I have wanted to ask for a long time..."

"What else?" Young Master Wutiao's vigilance was raised to the highest level, "I'm telling you, don't go too far—"

Night Moth Zhengdao ignored his interruption, but stretched out his hand, pointing directly at the cub lying on top of his head.

"Can I touch it?"

Gojo Satoru:?

Some people look vicious, but they are cute behind the scenes.

Some people seem to be the only ones, but secretly they are cat slaves.

Conclusion: Cuteness saves the world.

The kitten was only the size of Gojo Wu's palm, and on the palm of Ye Mo Zhengdao, it looked like a small ball. When he took it, he subconsciously held his breath.

Carefully stretch out a finger.

Wujojiu was not afraid of life, squinting his eyes and rubbing his head against his fingertips.

"...Little heartless." Young Master Wutiao rolled his eyes.

The moth Zhengdao rolled it over with one hand, and accidentally rolled it to create the effect of a strong wind blowing - all the hairs on the whole body were pointing in the same direction, and it became a badminton with a pink nose.

Wujojiu: "..."

Wutiao stayed for a few seconds, frantically flicked his hair, and rolled in a normal way.

Sitting up again, I finally recovered from the white shuttlecock to the white ball.

The cat cub looked at his fluffy hair again, his tail stood up, swayed into an S, and he licked his paw in satisfaction.

Noctua asked rightly, "What's his name?"

"Jiu, Wujojiu." Wutiao Wu put his hands behind his head, walked in front of the night moth and led the way, curling his lips, "Nicknamed little bastard."

He muttered softly, "It will add to the chaos."

The little bastard turned around, leaving the owner a butt, and the grandma let out a fierce "ow".

Noctua Masamori looked serious, kept his palm level, lowered the height, and put the cat into his trouser pocket.

"cute."

"Well." Gojo Satoru looked away, "It's okay."

There are no walls in the magic tool library of the Gojo family, and there is nothingness all around. Except for the creatures standing in front of them, all they can see is darkness.

Like a dead sea without borders, only you and your companions are glowing sea fireflies swimming in the vast deep sea.

Except for the five clansmen who have six eyes, no one can discern the correct path among them.

Yemo Zhengdao is not a talkative person, but maybe the road is too long, or maybe the surroundings are too quiet, making people want to chat.

"What kind of cat food does it usually eat?"

"I don't eat cat food, I like to eat raw egg bibimbap."

"I don't understand." Gojo Satoru muttered, "What's so delicious about that thing?"

Master Wutiao asked him in turn, "Is it fun to be a conjurer in a high school?"

"What's your definition of 'fun'?"

"I don't know." Gojo Satoru shrugged, "Anyway, it should be more fun than this place."

Ye'e Zhengdao couldn't help asking, "Do you hate the Wutiao family so much?"

"I can't say I hate it." Wujo Wu tilted his neck and held the back of his neck with one hand, "It's just too boring and boring."

"Some boring people are doing boring efforts for boring things. It's just a boring place."

Ye'e was silent for a while before continuing to ask.

"Do you find anything interesting?"

"Interesting—" Gojo Satoru turned his gaze, and suddenly exaggerated, "Sure enough, it's Cheeze's new baked durian mille-feuille cheese. I suggest you try it. The taste is super special."

"Oh." Ye'e nodded in a rare way, "Well, it's really special."

"Hey, you also like to eat his cheesecake?" Gojo Satoru slightly opened his eyes.

Ye Mozheng said: "...can't you?"

"No." Young Master Wutiao looked him up and down, and was amazed, "That's right, you look more like the type who often eats guns."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Noctua Zhengdao paused for a moment, and replied, "You are also different from the rumors."

Gojo Satoru: "What's the difference?"

Night Moth said rightly: "It's much more annoying than the rumors."

Wutiaowu: "..."