My breeder is the strongest

Wutiao Wu Lengshen's kung fu, the kitty who was still in front of him just now disappeared out of thin air with a bang.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Wait—what's going on, it's not—

What about my six eyes?What about big one and six eyes? ?

Still play like this? ?

Young Master Wutiao looked confused, and then thought of a more important question.

Without six eyes, where would he find this little bastard? ?

In the busy commercial street, Xia Youjie covered half of his face with the hood of his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked against the flow of people.

shame.

What a fucking embarrassment.

He took a deep breath, looked up, and took off his hood.

Amidst the laughter, curses are everywhere.

The well-dressed and perfect husband is lying on his back with a spiky and spiky creature that keeps shouting "detergent", and the young and beautiful fashionable lady is holding a wrinkled, skinny and fat worm on her lap.

When he first awakened his mana, he once resisted going out.

No one can understand how terrifying the outside world can be for an unaware child.

Because no one can understand, so he learns to be strong bit by bit.

Because no one can understand, so he can only save himself.

Grab a hammer and a mop, use a compasses and a rollerball.

Use all the tools at hand to slowly open up the world.

He has become stronger little by little, so he has no doubts about his own strength.

The first time he heard about the profession of "Sorcerer" from Gojo Satoru, he was excited from the bottom of his heart.

It is the joy of finding the same kind, the excitement of finally being able to understand one's own world, and the care of sympathy.

He wanted to protect the weak, to protect other people from what he went through.

but--

He stopped.

His figure was reflected in the window of the cake shop. Inside the window, a family of three laughed happily in a warm atmosphere. Outside the window, dark filth covered the entire window, wrapping his reflection, only revealing a little eye.

There are more powerful beings in the world.

His "strength" is not worth mentioning in front of the world.

No one can protect him.

The emotion in his chest was churning, he knew it shouldn't be there, but it was very difficult to figure out what it was.

envy?Unwilling?fear?Suspect?

Complicated emotions are surging, making people's chest tight and breathing heavy.

He clenched the cell phone in his pocket, put aside his messy thoughts, straightened his neck, and quickened his pace.

What a friend - it's shit!

He never wanted to see this man again!

The child vented his anger.

Oh, and cats!

After all, he still had a good temper, and this anger only lasted for two seconds.

...Forget it, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Jiu.

Xia Youjie was thinking indignantly when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, but he didn't see it, so he quickly picked up the phone and pressed the connect button.

He said angrily, "Hello—"

Even if you apologize now.I will not accept it either!

An elegant female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hi, do you know about investment and financial management?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

What harassing calls are you making at this time!

He hung up the phone with a dark face and continued walking.

After 2 minutes, the phone vibrated again.

This time it's another number.

It could be a harassing call, but it could also be...

Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief, but still answered the phone.

This time it was a male voice with a broadcast accent.

"Hi, I'm Oda from the Kinoshita Club, please let me..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

It's not over yet, is it? ?

He hung up the phone, mana poured out of his palm, pinched the flip phone, and was about to use force——

At a critical moment, the phone call came again.

Xia Youjie didn't watch it this time, and started cursing directly after connecting.

"Are you sick? Go to the hospital if you're sick, don't make harassing phone calls to others, play steel balls when you have nothing to do, don't disturb others' cleanliness!"

He finished cursing in one breath, and finally felt that the long-settling mood was released a little.

There was no sound on the phone, and Xia Youjie hesitated a little, feeling that what he did just now was not very good.

His tone softened, but he was not too kind, and said seriously.

"I don't know the phone you got from me, but—"

Xia Youjie's words stopped abruptly, because a familiar and weak voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Meow……"

He was startled, his heart skipped a beat.

The source of the mantra is the negative emotions of human beings.

Even for conjurers, strong negative emotions can lead to the leakage of magic power.

Thus, the curse spirit is attracted.

Before seeing with the eyes, the opponent's strength can be felt first from the breath.

How did you get the... number?

Second-level and quasi-first-level, the standard of division, whether to use spells or not.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes wide.

Behind him is the human-faced centipede that he saw at dinner. Every bone in the body is a human face with a distorted expression. Siblings, women's siblings, old people's siblings.

It stands upright against the light - at twice the height of Xia Youjie, casting a shadow.

"Little friend~" The man was smiling, with spliced ​​limbs, holding the little Persian cat on one side, and a broken arm holding the phone on the other, "Let's play together?"

Wujo Wu felt that he was not mad at Xia Youjie, but also at the cat.

Moreover, how many big tricks does this little bastard hide? ?

The cat disappeared, but the room was not destroyed.

If the high-speed movement achieved by "Cang" only speeds up the speed of the object itself, when there is an obstacle in the middle, the effect is equivalent to being hit by a big truck.

In other words, this is not a "no lower bound" effect.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his hair, and for the first time felt that his mind was in a mess, like a ball of wool that couldn't be pulled out.

He didn't need to think about it, the cat must have gone to find Xia Youjie.

However, no one is more aware of Wujojiu's state than him. In the past few days, the cat's breathing has been so weak that he can't even use his spell power, let alone the spells.

What time is it, still running around!

Is that guy looking for death?

In short - the most urgent task is to find the cat first.

Gojo Wujo put on his mobile phone, hurriedly opened the window and jumped out, floating up, trying to use "Cang" to go down the mountain directly from the air.

Then he hit his head on the roof.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

There is no limit to how well it can be used. This may be the first time since he was three years old.

"hiss--"

Young master Wutiao covered his forehead, grinned, speechless.

Gan, run and run, you gave me back the six eyes!

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

Without the six eyes, the original fine manipulations without the lower limit are all difficult to realize now. Gojo Satoru is like an experienced athlete wearing into the body of a primary school student, how to move is awkward.

After trying two more times, he simply gave up using the technique, went back to the entrance to put on his shoes, and ran down the mountain without turning his head.

Pick up the phone while running.

"Hello." Young Master Wutiao was in a bad mood, and his tone was not much better, "Shut up if you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, I'm very busy and want to die, just keep talking."

The moth on the other end of the phone said: "..."

He was silent for a long time, speechless.

"...Are you sure you don't want to listen?"

"It's about Wujojiu, the remnant of the book you asked me to investigate earlier."

"The recovery result is out."

The mobile phone is a communication method that has only emerged in the past few years.

A small phone can connect thousands of miles away, bringing convenience unimaginable before.

But at the same time, people also start to have fear of unfamiliar things that they don't understand.

Radio wave communication will burn the brain?

Does radiation cause disease or cause mutation?

The phone rings in the early morning, and if you miss it three times, your head will be taken away?

People began to wonder—is the voice from the other end of the phone the same human being?

Out of fear, a curse was born.

"Hello~ hello~" the mantra twisted its body, its human face grinned and stretched to the ears, its voice was neither male nor female, like the overlapping of many kinds of voice lines, with piercing electronics Voice, "Pick up the phone~Pick up the phone~"

Suddenly, he stopped shaking.

Downwards—put your face in front of Xia Youjie.

It was a greasy face, black teeth, flour-like makeup, no eyebrows, and when it was shaken vigorously, there would be dust, like dead mosquitoes on the lampshade, rushing down.

Nose tip to nose tip, only ten centimeters apart.

Xia Youjie suddenly realized that he couldn't move.

The centipede grinned.

"Take the call—and be cursed!"

fear.

Teeth chatter, fingertips tremble, hairs stand on end.

Xia Youjie originally thought that at this moment, he would be very scared.

Fear of not being strong enough, fear of not being able to protect, fear of failure.

However, the reality is just the opposite.

[You are still young and don't understand. 】

[The summer camp is over, why are you running there? 】

[I said - you, super, super, weak. 】

[If you answer the phone, you will be cursed. 】

The so-called extremes must be reversed, when a person is depressed to the extreme - that depression will turn into anger.

one or two...

He clenched his fists.

"You, one or two..."

Complicated emotions filled his chest, his body was unable to move, his emotions were surging, but his brain was unexpectedly calm.

At this moment, he felt extremely clearly——the curse power of the curse spirit on the opposite side surrounded his limbs, like iron and stone shackles, locking his actions.

And in his body, those emotions turned into magic power, gushing out from every pore on the surface.

enough.

He's had enough.

He raised his head, nails digging into the flesh, and shouted.

"Stop talking to yourself all the time, bastard!!"

The movement of the centipede with a human face stopped, Xia Youjie took the opportunity to break free, his palms straightened, and his magic power exploded like flames. During the summer camp, the experience of being beaten every day finally came in handy. The speed - its speed was comparable to Gojo Satoru is much slower.

In just a split second, the hand holding the kitten had shifted, and Xia Youjie caught Wutiaojiu and returned to the ground.

But not enough.

The centipede screamed and swayed from side to side, and in an instant, the severed limbs were fully regenerated.

It swayed its limbs crazily, howling in pain from every joint, and vomited out a mobile phone from its mouth, covered with sticky liquid.

One, two, three, four, five... a total of twelve limbs, all picked up their mobile phones.

At the same time, in the surrounding crowd, everyone's bells rang at the same time.

It is an unpredictable electronic sound for men and women.

"Pick up the phone! Pick up the phone!"

The sleepy office worker on the way home from get off work, the full-time housewife who is going home with a grocery basket, the student wearing a JK uniform with short hair that reaches the ears, all of them seem to have received some kind of order, bow their heads, and take out their pockets/bags/ He took out his cell phone from his briefcase.

The moment he pressed the switch - his eyes were dull.

Xia Youjie was caught off guard by the swarm of people and turned around in a circle, only in time to lift up the kitten in his hand to prevent it from being squeezed.

The crowd flocked to the curse spirit like a tide.

Damn it, it's a curse on a large scale!

He looked around the human-faced centipede, like a pilgrimage, surrounded by three layers of ordinary people in the inner layer and the outer layer——began to have a headache.

What to do?How can it be stopped without hurting others?

Xia Youjie's brain spun rapidly, and the cat, who was caught by him, slowly half-opened his eyes.

recovered?

Hearing this sentence, Gojo Satoru was silent for a second, and suddenly became honest.

"what's the situation?"

Ye Mozhengdao was even more speechless to this guy who was following the wind: "..."

But after all, he had no hatred with Wujojiu, so he paused and continued.

"There are many other details in the restored text, so I won't talk about it first. It's mainly about the question you are most concerned about, why did he lose energy? Well, if the remnant text really records Wujojiu."

Speaking of this, he also felt a little weird.

"That should be... hungry."

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

hungry? ?He just skipped a few meals, and he didn't lack a few bites, did he? ? ?

"It's not what you think." Before Gojo Satoru spoke, Ye Mo Zhengdao explained directly, "The antecedents will be explained in detail when you come, in short, the conclusion is-he is not something made for fighting, so, It cannot generate magic power on its own."

"As you said before, those battles and training should have consumed a lot of his energy."

"In addition, his food is not what humans eat."

Gojo Satoru: "Then what does he eat?"

Noctuid said rightly: "The owner's, negative emotions."