The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The tone of the big boy who raised this question was so natural, as if he was talking about a matter of course.

And I was speechless to him.

Some things that have been ignored intentionally or unintentionally all the time, at this moment, suddenly reveal the tip of the iceberg.

Gojo Satoru is a genius, but I'm just an ordinary person.

As my understanding of this world deepens, I realize more and more that where the power of this power is absolutely magnified, there is a natural barrier between the strong and the weak, just as Gojo Satoru cannot understand my troubles.

So, this is not at all what I understood at the beginning, the generation gap between straight men and girls, but the natural moat between the strong and the weak.

"Wu Jun is very strong, so of course you don't need to care about the opinions of the weak." I don't know why, my hands tremble a little, and even my voice is inexplicably tense, "But there is no way, I am very weak, so I can only be vulgar. Something bothers you."

Gojo Satoru, I am also a weak person, do you care about my opinion?

I didn't ask the words that were on the bottom of my heart.

The night wind was blowing, the surrounding was very quiet, and the Chinatown was still brightly lit in the middle of the night. Through the gaps in the sunglasses, I looked at Gojo Satoru's blue eyes, which were not stained with any smoke, and gradually lost my mind.

After a long silence, the big boy in front of me reached out and rubbed my hair.

"What?" Those beautiful blue eyes narrowed, brow raised high, "you are different from them."

"Ah."

I nodded, I didn't take care of my messed up hair for the first time, but just smiled.

"By the way, do you want to practice actual combat with the super-level curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru looked at me and asked.

"Huh? Just, let's forget about super-level curse spirits."

My attention was diverted, and I waved my hands again and again.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here."

He reached out and grabbed me, and said lightly, "As long as I live, nothing will happen to you."

As long as I live, nothing will happen to you.

Warmth overflowed from the bottom of my heart along with the memory, and a sense of security surrounded me.

Then I suddenly felt that what I was struggling with was actually not that important.Before choosing to chase Gojo Satoru, didn't these things have already been psychologically prepared?

He is busy enough and tired every day, I shouldn't burden him with these tangled things.

My boy is a superhero, I hope he can always be young and frivolous, like a proud and casual cat, standing on top of the world, carelessly combing his beautiful hair.

That would be great.

Thinking of this, I spread out my five fingers, overlapped and staggered with the hand that wrapped me, and clasped my fingers tightly.

Gojo Satoru looked down, and I smiled brightly at him: "Aren't we still going to fight the super-level curse spirit? Let's set off quickly."

***

In the materials of the magic world, I have seen such a description: Sometimes, the reason why the special grade is the special grade is because the highest is only the special grade.

Before, I always thought that this sentence was used to describe Gojo Satoru.

Until a few minutes later, amidst the blood on the ground, I faced the eye-stricken human-shaped curse spirit like a big-headed doll in front of me, and the above sentence suddenly flashed in my mind again.

"It's so weak, I wanted to help you beat it to half-mutilation first."

Wujo Gojo next to me let go of my hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Go ahead, Taojiang."

Yes, this spell spirit is obviously not at the same level of strength as the super spell spirit that can only expand the "field" last time, and I can see this with my shallow knowledge.

However, the suppression of the biological chain still made me break out in a cold sweat.

I glanced at the human head that was lying in a pool of blood behind the curse spirit, and I gritted my teeth and pulled it out of the wooden barn from my waist.

The bullets glowing with cold light pierced the air, and almost at the same time, the curse spirit rushed towards us.

Only a very faint afterimage was captured on the retina, as expected, my attack fell through.

If you can hit it with one hit, then you will look down on the word "super class".

Gojo Satoru didn't make a move, which means he thinks I can handle this level.Fortunately, the short three-day special training has allowed me to develop certain conditioned reflexes and basic judgments, so I just jumped away from the spot and quickly opened the three wooden warehouses towards my original position and left and right directions.

Any intelligent spell spirits will take me as the primary attack target, but their contempt will not allow them to appear behind me and attack me. Therefore, in the early and middle stages of the battle, I basically only need to guard against the opponent's frontal attack.

However, these skills are obviously not enough in front of the super magic spirit - the moment I jumped away, an enlarged distorted face covered in red and white flesh suddenly froze in front of me.

"Tao Jiang, you are slow," the white-haired boy who was holding the curse spirit on the back of his neck smiled lazily, "Come again."

The bloody and terrifying big-headed doll was thrown back to the starting position, so the battle returned to the starting point.

This scene is of course very familiar to me who has been training like this for three days, but not to that curse spirit.When it fell to the ground, it was obviously stunned for a moment, and then became angry visible to the naked eye. Before I could shoot, it rushed over again.

This time, it chose a more roundabout attack, wasting my five bullets, and finally was forced to freeze again on my right.

"No, it's still slow," Gojo Satoru squeezed the curse spirit's head and lifted it up high, raised a finger and waved his hand at me, then tossed the hand holding the object casually, "Come again."

So the fight came back to square one again.

"slow……"

"Slightly faster, but not enough..."

"I haven't chosen a good landing point..."

"Come again."

"Come again."

In the bloody massacre, the super curse spirit became a poor sandbag, attacking again and again, and was thrown back again and again, forming similar parabolas in the air.

The sense of fatigue is rising rapidly, the heart is beating faster and faster, beads of sweat are streaming down my neck, and I can hear my throat gasping for breath.

As if my lungs were about to explode, I raised my hand and wiped away a trace of blood on the side of my face.

After the curse spirit tried to escape in the middle and failed, its attacks became more and more fierce every time, but my physical strength was reaching its limit.

For the last time, do your best based on the current enemy information you have explored.

I told myself in my heart, and then in the increasingly violent attack, I finally shot the opponent's calf.

Limbs like dead branches snapped off at the sound, the curse spirit covered the wound and let out a sharp and angry scream, opened its mouth full of fine and sharp teeth and bit it, and I felt myself being hugged into a embrace full of refreshing breath .

"Okay game over."

The big white-haired boy bent down, raised his arms from behind, and gently held my hands holding the wooden warehouse.

Amidst the ear-piercing screams, a clear and pleasant male voice sounded close to my ears, and I heard him say: "BOOM~~~"

A bullet wrapped in beautiful silver light pierced through the air, and shot precisely into the huge circular throat of the magic spirit.

In the slowed-down shot, the head, which was as big as having countless tumors, suddenly fixed in the air, and then exploded, scattering into black smoke.

"It hurt my face."

The hot air in my breath sprayed on my ears, bringing an indescribable itchiness, I felt the hot air move forward, and then, there was a slight tingling, the wound on my face was gently brushed by something soft and moist.

"Hey—salty."