My breeder is the strongest

"This way..." Xia Youjie grabbed the man's suit in his hand and ran out of breath, "Is this really all right!?"

Gojo Wu obviously ran the same distance as him, but now his expression was normal, he grabbed his arm, dodged to the side, dodged the curse spirit's swelling attack, and said affirmatively.

"is that OK."

He paused for two seconds.

"As long as they see it, it's fine."

Xia Youjie: ... What the hell! ?This sounds very problematic, okay? !

But the curse spirit behind him didn't leave him room to question, the swollen monster swelled again, this time it swelled into two!

Seeing that the one in front opened his mouth and was about to bite Xia Youjie who was behind, Gojo Satoru slammed on the brakes, and using himself as a fulcrum, he spun and threw Xia Youjie up.

The figure was reversed, and the wind was blowing into the neckline. Xia Youjie caught the curious expressions of the crowd from the corner of his eye, and asked in a broken voice.

"who are they?"

The black viscous liquid spread out from the dome, forming a semicircle downwards, and the curse spirit, which was invisible before, appeared in front of ordinary people little by little.

The crowd of onlookers who had just watched the excitement and saw Feiqi turned their heads and gradually froze, and then burst into loud screams and fled in panic.

Gojo Wu stood in front of Xia Youjie, the inflated curse spirits connected back and forth, collided together, gurgled and merged, multiple deformed limbs stood up together, completely forgetting the lesson, and opened his mouth wide at Wujo Wu again.

Then, like a beast with its mouth stuck in a light bulb, it stopped within a short distance of Gojo Satoru, unable to move.

But this time, behind him, a few men in black kimonos sprang out of nowhere, the sword light flashed, and the curse spirit was torn apart.

"Here." Gojo Satoru put his hands back into his pockets again, raised his chin, and then answered him, "They—here they come."

Xia Youjie: "..."

The flesh of the curse spirit scattered and disappeared, and the naked body of the man in the suit fell to the ground.

The men in black put their knives into their sheaths, some of them approached Gojo Satoru, and some of them cleaned up the mess.

Xia Youjie stood on the periphery of the encirclement, clutching his chest, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

It's too exciting.

Although he has always been able to see some strange things in this world, but this is the first time that they have such a large size, such a strange shape, and such close contact.

and……

He turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru who was surrounded by men in black.

What did the kid say, spell, spell master?

Xia Youjie was distracted when suddenly there was a flash of light in his peripheral vision.

what--

It's the eyes!

His pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of Gojo Satoru.

"Be careful--"

Before Xia Youjie finished speaking, darkness had already shrouded Wujo Wu and the people in black.

It turned out that after the curse spirit was divided, part of it bounced into the sky at some point!

On the top of the head, the small meat ball swelled into a huge meat ball, and the corner of the mouth split from one end to the other. In half a second, the meat ball fell to the ground quickly by gravity, and slammed into the ground with a bang. Bite the concrete floor and close it tightly.

The ground shattered, making the creaking sound of teeth acid.

Xia Youjie couldn't help but widen his eyes.

how come……

Things happened so fast that people couldn't react at all.

He stared blankly at the few people who were devoured by the curse spirit, his knees softened and he sat on the ground.

ended……

Unexpectedly, in the end, it turned out to be such an ending.

Xia Youjie's nose couldn't help but feel a little sore, but the tears haven't come out yet.

The meat ball surrounding Gojo Satoru made a thud—a big hole was cut through it.

The white-haired boy held up his fist, which was emitting black magic power, and shook it twice in disgust.

"gross."

Afterwards, the black-clothed guards split open the shell of the curse spirit one after another, and began to clean up the mess.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie looked complicated.

Gojo Satoru looked in his direction strangely.

"What have you been looking at me for?"

Xia Youjie stood up, patted the dust on his knees, twitched the corners of his mouth, and took back the little bit of regret that had just happened just now.

"...Since you can hit him, why didn't you hit him earlier."

Gojo Satoru: "It's too ugly, I don't want to touch it."

Xia Youjie: "..."

This guy dragged him for three blocks for such a boring reason!Three blocks! !

Xia Youjie choked speechlessly, and tidied up his ripped short sleeves.

He took a deep breath, intending to turn around and never see this child again.

What kind of technique and what kind of magician, I will not accompany you!

Stay with this guy, if you don't get killed by this monster, you will be pissed off sooner or later!

But Wujo Satoru obviously didn't get his decision, he moved his neck, moved his eyes down, stopped at his feet, and suddenly made a sound.

"and many more."

"Huh?" Xia Youjie thought he was being called, and turned around impatiently, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I'm not talking about you."

Gojo Satoru walked towards him - squatted down on his right side, stretched out his index finger, and pressed it to Xia Youjie's feet.

"I said, it is."

Xia Youjie looked along his fingers.

It was a small round meat shell.

It looks different from that disgusting Bala's curse spirit, it is tender pink, it feels a bit frosty to the touch, but the surface is very smooth.

Moreover, it seemed to feel that someone was looking at it, trembled slightly imperceptibly, and quietly tried to roll away.

But Gojo Satoru pinned him down with one finger.

Xia Youjie's attention was attracted, and he also squatted down.

"When did this roll over?"

"Just now." Gojo Satoru replied, "When that thing opened its mouth, it rolled out of it."

He crushed it vigorously again, "It should be something that the curse spirit has eaten before and has not yet digested..."

But it's still kind of weird.

Ordinary creatures should burp as soon as they are swallowed by the curse spirit.

Besides, Six Eyes told him that there was still a weak magic power flowing in the things inside.

However, such a small ball.

Gojo Satoru gestured with the fingers of his other hand, and even counting the diameter, the ball was about as long as the palm of his hand.

Could there be something magical in it?

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, poured a little magic power into it, and turned the meat ball back and forth a few times as if playing.

The fleshy ball jumped first, then swelled and retracted like a heart, repeated this several times, swayed back and forth twice, stopped suddenly, and two seconds later—suddenly burst open.

The fingers suddenly sank, and the touch was fluffy and warm, as soft as goose feathers hidden in the clouds.

Gojo Satoru's movements froze for a second.

Through the occluded spherical shell, the six eyes transmitted the image immediately.

It was a small Persian kitten the size of a palm.

The snow-white hair is fluffy, and the blue eyes are like the glass beads on the mouth of a marble soda bottle. He probably just rolled a few times with the meat ball, and his ice-blue pupils are slightly squinted. Eyes full of confusion.

It shook the little cat's head, shook its ears, stuck out its little pink tongue, and subconsciously licked the fingers beside it.

"Meow~"