My breeder is the strongest

A combat meeting a month ago.

"No, absolutely not." Xia Youjie shook his head resolutely, "It's too dangerous for you and Jiu to expose the bondage of twins, especially for Jiu in his current state. I don't agree."

"But they won't do anything without a little bit of sweetness. That guy is very patient, but the prison gate is far from enough." Wujo Wu calmly analyzed.

He paused, relaxed his tone, leaned forward, and comforted him.

"Well, it's not all about telling the truth. After all, the truest lie is to make a little adaptation of the truth."

"what do you mean?"

"I mean." Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head, "Restraint is restraint, but it's not 'finished' yet."

"To put it simply, Wujo Wu once set a twin bond with a curse spirit. As long as this curse spirit dies, Wujo Wu will also die with him."

"Curse spirit? Why?"

"That's hard to say." Ron Suo was thoughtful, "Well, maybe it's some gossip news."

"So it's so ridiculous." Leo Hu snorted coldly, "These conjurers are really stupid. It seems that our era of curses is finally coming."

"Then what should we do? Go kill that curse spirit? Or catch it?" Daoist looked at Lingsuo with an intoxicated expression, "Is the despair of the strongest magician before dying~ It must be wonderful, think about it I'm looking forward to it~~"

"No, that curse spirit was already 'dead', 13 years ago." Ron Suo added, without mentioning his own credit for it, "The reason why Wujo Satoru set up this kind of restraint was to revive it, but very soon Unfortunately, what I just got—”

"It's the position of 'it' in the magic tool library of the high school."

"Don't worry, we are not the only ones who want to kill Gojo Wu." Li Suo smiled, "But we must be the first ones to get the 'props' to avoid complications."

He turned his head and assigned the task, "The time is set for the exchange meeting of the sister schools of the high school. I will contact the curse master to set up a tent to 'deny Gojo Satoru' from entering. Leohu and Hanayu will attract Gojo Satoru's attention in the tent. I'm going to get something."

"The future of the curse spirit depends on your performance."

After getting used to it, the state of the spirit body is also quite interesting.

The body is much lighter than before, and it will be strangely high with a little jump, but there will be no feeling of weightlessness.

Knotashi Yuhito was having fun quickly, and asked excitedly, "Wow! Can no one see me now? Then I'm not—"

Gojo Satoru & Ichimaru Silver & Gojo Hisashi: Anything! ?

Knotabagi Yourhito's eyes lit up: "I can hit the steel balls at will!"

No time limit, no limit, super big release!

The other three: "..."

It's all reached this level... What I thought was actually playing steel balls.

No, no, playing small steel balls is not a good thing at this age.

"Oh yes." Knotabagi Yuhito responded depressedly, "I can't touch the machine."

"Well, it's impossible to let you wander around like this~" Gojo Satoru placed his arm on Ichimaru Gin's shoulder and exaggerated, "After all——there is one more, super, super, super important task~ to hand in For Yuren~"

"Oh!" Knotabagi Yuhito looked at him excitedly, "What is the mission?"

Gojo Wu: "Of course it's helping the curse spirit collect the corpse!"

Knotweed Yuhito:?

A week later, the High School of Conjuration.

Under the shade of the lush trees, the ground reflects the golden shadow of the sun. The huge campus is extremely quiet, only the humming of cicadas.

Fu Heihui sat on the steps, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei came from behind, and put an iced drink on his neck rudely.

Fu Heihui shrank his neck, "Hello!"

Wild Rose ignored his condemnation, went to sit next to him, opened the Coke and took a sip, looking ahead.

"It's so hot."

Fu Heihui also looked away, "Yes, it's so hot."

Nazaki glanced at him, "What are you thinking?"

"No." Fu Heihui was expressionless, with his chin in his hand, and turned to the side, "I didn't think about anything."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "It's a lie."

"However." She also held her chin and turned her head, "I'm probably thinking the same thing."

"People... are really mortal."

The knotweed Yujin waving wildly in front of the two:! ! !

Knotweed Yuhito: "No! Hui! Wild Rose! I'm here! I'm still alive!!"

Ichimaru Gin: "..."

Ichimaru Gin sat down on the nearby stone pier and said leisurely, "It's useless, they can't see you."

"Why do you suddenly care?"

Obviously, he was still discussing the "resurrection surprise" with the other two before, and his nerves were so thick that he couldn't stand a dead person.

...Should it be said that people are divided into groups? None of these three people's brain circuits are normal.

When thinking this way, Ichimaru silver automatically put himself in the range of "normal people".

In a sense, this is the most wrong perception.

"How should I put it..." Polygonum cuspidatum grabbed her hair, "I can't help but care about others when I see others sad for me!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Ichimaru Gin smiled with squinted eyes, and patted him on the shoulder, "You guys can still meet in Soul Soul Realm after you die—"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Don't say super scary things casually!!"

He said nervously, "Can I survive?"

This man has been making some terrific speeches!

"Of course, we are responsible for saving spirit bodies, and we don't have the hobby of saving living people." Ichimaru Gin smiled, "But, do you want to live like that?"

Knotabagi Yourhito was taken aback for a moment, and then he took advantage of the situation and began to think seriously.

"If you say that...it is true." He said seriously, "I didn't realize at all before that living is such a precious thing."

A few seconds later, Knotweed showed a bright smile.

"Sure enough, it is a very good thing to become a magician!"

Ah, what a passionate statement.

Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes, thinking casually.

……but.

"I'm a little curious." He smiled and said, "I don't know, in the face of real death, can you still say such a thing?"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Huh?"

True death...?

What do you mean?

By the way——I still don't understand what Teacher Wutiao said about "collecting the corpse of the curse spirit"! ?

Please explain a bit, Mr. Gojo!

The Tokyo-Kyoto sister school exchange meeting is a two-day exclusive campus festival event in the form of eliminating curse spirits, divided into group battles and individual battles.

"The above-that's it!" Wujo Satoru held the selfie stick and gave a thumbs up to the camera, "The rest is top-secret information and cannot be made public, but the highlights will be updated in the 'Spell Walk' short manga two days later. Come on, everyone remember to pay attention to the account!"

Um Diva: "..."

Angeji: "Please, don't say anything casually, okay?"

"What's the matter?" Gojo Satoru retracted his phone and shrugged, "No one will believe it anyway."

"Diva, you are too nervous~"

It's true--

Angeji clicked on the twitter page of the High School of Conjuration, and most of the comments refreshed below were "Is the tweeter talking nonsense again?" some type of.

Angeji: ...Who would have thought that telling the truth is the most likely to be suspected of being a lie these days.

She turned off the screen and took a sip of tea, "Why didn't you stay here for a long time but you, damn it."

"What are you talking about~" Gojo Satoru leaned his head back on the chair, "With that old man from Leyan Temple here, how could it be possible to bring him here for a long time? After all, his existence needs to be kept secret from the high-level for the time being."

"I know this level." An Geji twitched her lips, "I just really don't want to see your face."

Gojo Satoru turned sideways, pointed at his own face, "Hey, but Jiu looks just like me!"

Ange Ji: "...No, it's fundamentally different."

"Let's not talk about that." Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth and took a sip of tea, "Today's exchange meeting—it was super, super super super interesting!"

An Geji was taken aback, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart: "You..."

What the hell have you done! ?

Before she could throw the cup in Gojo Satoru's face, the door was opened, and Mingming walked in first, followed by the principal of the Kyoto school, Yoshinobu Rakuganji, and the principal of the Tokyo school, Masamichi Noctua.

Just in time, everyone is here.

Whether it's white or black.

The board is set, the game is about to begin.

Gojo Satoru picked up the microphone, threw it up with one hand, twirled in the air, stretched out a finger, and raised the corner of his mouth happily.

"So—there's one minute left before the start."

"I invite Mrs. Um Diva to give an exciting speech of encouragement—"

Um Diva: "Eh? I, this, well, anyway, everyone..."

Gojo Satoru quickly interrupted her: "Okay, the speech is over, now let's begin!"

Ange Ji: "........."

Gojo Satoru, I'm fucking you! ! !