My breeder is the strongest

Gojo Satoru never reflected on himself.

Compared with self-reflection, the first reaction is to reflect on others. No matter what you do, you can be justified. There is always a set of fallacies. Xia Youjie has beaten him countless times and has not changed his face. His skin is as thick as a city wall.

But, this moment.

For the first time in his life, he felt that he was really wrong.

Big mistakes.

Wrong.

He grabbed the jacket on the bed and ran out, teleporting all the way, without caring about the fine control, the mantra was pouring out like money.

During the pause, he made a phone call to Jia Ruozi.

After several rings, it was answered, there was a lot of noise, Nitzi raised his mobile phone, gestured to the monsters opposite, and walked out of the shop.

"Hey, if you're going to say something trivial just don't open your mouth—"

On the other side of the phone, Gojo Satoru's voice was rare and deep.

"Glass, come to the apartment."

Jia Ruozi: "It's late at night, what are you doing—"

Gojo Satoru: "Please."

Nitro's movements stopped, and the complaints he was about to say stopped.

She put out the cigarette on the wall and said seriously, "What happened?"

Where.Where.Where.

Where is it!

When he came out of the apartment, Gojo Satoru still felt that he was calm, but when he ran to the river where he saw Gojoku for the last time, but he didn't see a single person, his emotions exploded in his mind.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He lowered his head, only to find that his hands were shaking.

...Damn it.

Can't calm down at all!

Wujojiu is the curse spirit.

Five years ago, when he was dealing with the special class, the other party had shown a strong interest in him. Later, because the cat was getting stronger and stronger, and they had always stayed together, Gojo Satoru had never worried about his safety.

However, this time is completely different.

The kitty, who can hardly keep walking, stays alone late at night in a city full of curse spirits—just imagining this scene for a second, he feels like his heart is being held by an invisible hand, and it is difficult to breathe.

A possibility flashed into his mind.

dead.

Will Wujojiu die in front of him?

This thought just flashed by, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

Gojo Satoru pressed his wrist, took a deep breath, and teleported to the top of the street lamp.

It will take him a long time to find it.

Now, right now, right now.

Three fancy-dressed social youths, two were squatting next to the vending machine with cigarettes in their mouths, and the other was closing the door of the white van.

"Is it here? Are you sure?"

"Of course." A person squatting on the ground opened the tin can and took a sip of beer, "I saw it just now, it's absolutely true."

"A white Persian cat with sky blue eyes, at least it can be sold..." He stretched out three fingers, "This number."

Another gangster exclaimed, "Thirty thousand!?"

"What are you thinking about?" The man slapped him on the head, "This appearance, at least 30!"

The gangster who was beaten smirked while clutching the back of his neck, "Haha, haha, what I'm talking about is, then, the cat..."

"it's here."

A shadow was cast in front of him, and the gangster who pulled the car door just now stopped in front of him, raised his right hand, and picked up a white, wet mass.

The white Persian cat was wet from head to toe, dripping from its tail.

The gangster boss shook the cat in his hand, but it was still motionless, but it held a translucent bag tightly in its mouth, which contained something that was mushy with water and could not be seen.

The squatting hand hissed, "What is it holding? Why is it so wet?"

"I don't know." The boss with the cat opened the trunk of the van and threw the cat into it roughly, "Whatever, go back and dry it, and find someone to sell it before you die."

The three got into the car, and the white van sped away.

Hidden in the bustling city, the "Valley" in Adachi District is a famous slum in Japan.

Low prices, dirty and disorderly, law and order chaos.

The old engine of the van hummed, and the body of the van bumped along with the uneven road surface. In the dark-painted trunk, there was a sour smell mixed with engine oil and vomit.

The cat's paws trembled, and his eyes opened a little.

where is this?

His last memory is to keep his human form and go into the water, dig out the bag of biscuits from the mud.

It is difficult for the chaotic brain to think continuously, leaving only vague instincts and flashing fragments.

Gojojiu held down the biscuit bag beside him with his paws, mobilizing the last available strength of his body.

Come back home.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

The white Persian cat turned into a teenager, its hair was wet and sticking to its face, five long curled up in the trunk, holding the bag of biscuits with one hand, and with the other hand, slowly and heavily hammered the iron sheet box cover.

The yellow-haired gangster in front turned his head, "Boss, there seems to be some movement in the trunk."

The boss who was driving didn't take it seriously, "Don't worry, the cat may have woken up."

The movement in the trunk became louder and louder, the gangster clicked his tongue, stopped the car, took out a flashlight from the bucket in front of the seat, and threw it to the person next to him.

"Take it, go and have a look."

"Kanbara, you get out of the car too, and take a look at the wind."

There are no street lights on this road, and there is something about to move in the dark shadows.

In the dark trunk, Wu Tiaojiu held the biscuit bag in his hand, accumulating the last spell power.

just wait-

The trunk was opened a crack, and the yellow-haired bastard entered with the light of a flashlight.

However, behind the two of them, a huge black monster with a distorted appearance rose like a mountain!

Gojojiu paused.

Seeing that the curse spirit opened its mouth and was about to devour the person in front of him, he gritted his teeth, and a white spot of light was placed next to the monster behind, an explosion suddenly exploded, and the curse spirit shattered into pieces while howling.

After the release, the child let go of his hand and closed his eyes feebly.

The three of them were startled by the sudden explosion, put down the back cover of the trunk with a bang, squatted for a long time with their heads in their arms, and then stood up again with lingering fear.

The yellow-haired gangster asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

The boss replied impatiently, "How do I know?"

The gangster scanned around with a flashlight, reopened the back box, and as the light shone in, he suddenly stopped and said in surprise.

"Old, boss—the cat is gone!!"

The three followed the light and looked in. The white Persian cat in the trunk turned into a wet, curled up white-haired boy.

The three looked at each other, seeing surprise and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"This……"

Suddenly, the yellow-haired gangster screamed.

"What are you thinking! We got rich!!"

He rubbed his chin lewdly, almost drooling, "Isn't this product more expensive than a cat!?"

"Boss, this should be worth at least 2000 million!"

Wujojiu's fingers trembled, and in the end, he only had time to hold the biscuit bag in his heart a little tighter.

"Hey, and." The gangster let out a wretched laugh, and stretched out his hand, "It's a surprise, why don't we do it before sending it out—"

A shadow fell over his body, and a gloomy voice came from beside his ear.

"What do you do first?"

The next second, the yellow-haired gangster's wrist was grabbed, his eyes were wide open, and he hadn't had time to speak.

There was a click, and it deformed and twisted.

The gangster was a beat slower before he felt the piercing pain and screamed, "Ah!!!"

Before he could react, he was kicked hard in the abdomen, his body flew out of the air, his stomach acid gushed out, and he unconsciously rolled his eyes.

Standing in front of him was a white-haired young man with the same pair of icy blue eyes, like ice blades formed from an extremely cold place, with a laughing voice, but like an evil ghost climbing up from hell.

"Just now, what did you say you wanted to do?"

This... is this really something humans can do! ?

The other two gangsters looked dumbfounded. Their legs went limp and they sat on the ground directly. The unknown liquid soaked their pants/crotch, and they crawled back trembling.

"You, you, you are the ones, what do you want to do!?!"

Then, they bumped into something invisible.

The black tent fell slowly, and a mighty rainbow dragon appeared, blocking the retreat of the two of them sideways. The young man with black hair and ball head sat cross-legged on the dragon, propped his chin with one hand, and raised his hand condescendingly.

A huge chrysalis with fangs burst out of the ground, and rushed straight down towards the two of them with a bloody mouth.

The two rolled their eyes and fainted from fright.

"What?"

Xia Youjie jumped down with a cold face, and put his hands on the neck of one of them—until the other person's face flushed and struggled, he let out a sigh of relief, and let go in disgust.

"Slag, get out."

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