The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

There was applause and applause in the stadium.

The boiling noise is like an overturned sea of ​​people, almost piercing the ears.

"Aomine-kun really doesn't give a single chance for this shot!!!"

"It's too strong, it's really too strong!"

"Teiguang Middle School, come on!!"

Seeing that the score of this game began to overtake, and the rhythm of Diguang Middle School was well controlled, the students of Diguang Middle School present were very excited.

When Momoi Wuyue turned around and excitedly told Ling Yao that she had scored another goal, Ling Yao seemed to come back to her senses suddenly, and then hummed twice.

Compared with the input of the audience in the arena, Ling Yao seemed a little absent-minded.

She has a quiet personality, but the expressions and emotions that humans should have can still be clearly seen, and Ling Yao is not paying attention to this now, and her eyes seem to be distracted when responding.

Momoi Wuyue worried: "Ling Yao, has something unpleasant happened to you recently?"

There was a lot of noise in her ears, and the sound of the bell ringing was buried inside, she nodded, "Yeah."

"Is it because of that dog man?"

Still don't understand what a dog man is, but Ling Yao knew that Momoi Wuyue was referring to Gojo Satoru when she mentioned this word, so she nodded again, "Yeah."

"Did I say it a long time ago...don't hang yourself on a tree. If you throw it away once, there will be a second time. Did he leave you and run away again this time?"

In the cheers that erupted again from the auditorium, the sound of the bell ringing was submerged, "His contact information is no longer available, and I cannot contact him."

"Blocked you?"

"Probably."

"Surely a scumbag!"

"Actually, I really wanted to ask before, what does a scumbag mean?"

"Ah, Akashi-sama is so handsome!!!"

"It's a heart-pounding feeling!!!"

In the auditorium, another burst of loud cheers erupted.

The people sitting around Ling Yao and Momoi Wuyue were in high spirits and full of emotion. Momoi Wuyue was attracted by the applause. Looking at the stadium, Teiko Middle School was leading more and more points, and they also cheered for a while.

Ling Yao's question about the scumbag again lost its answer.

At the end of the game, Momoi Wuyue happily went to pull up the bell that was still sitting, seeing that she was still depressed, she comforted her: "Don't think about it, you have been unhappy for several days, find something happy to do. "

Ling Yao asked: "Do I seem to be unhappy all the time?"

"Yeah, super obvious."

Ling Yao touched her face, but she couldn't feel the expression of unhappiness. She looked in the mirror when she tied her hair in the morning, and she couldn't see what it looked like to be unhappy.

But Momoi Wuyue said that she was unhappy for several days.

When I went to Scepter4 on the weekend, people who saw her also asked her if there was anything unhappy.

Gojo Satoru couldn't get in touch.

She is indeed unhappy, but she doesn't know why this kind of unhappiness can be seen by others at a glance, she is obviously no different from usual.

After school, Fushimi Saruhiko drove the car to pick up the bell and rang the bell. The co-pilot was also Sceper4's deputy leader Seri Awashima.

Seeing her for the first time, Seri Awashima asked concerned: "Has your friend not contacted you yet?"

The bell hummed, and Seri Awashima immediately comforted: "If the other party also regards you as a friend, they won't break contact without saying a word. Maybe he is just too busy now."

"I don't know...Maybe I made him unhappy." Ling Yao sat in the back seat of the car with her head down, looking sullen.

"Probably not, didn't your friend tell you not to blame you?"

"Ah."

"Perhaps, if you really want to know what's going on, you can take the initiative to find him. Apart from contact information, do you know anything else about him, such as address, school and so on?"

Seri Awashima's words suddenly reminded Ling Yao.

His gloomy head suddenly lifted up, his eyes sparkling, "He took me to his school! It's in the suburbs of Tokyo, the name seems to be... Higher School of Magic... the full name seems to be this."

Hearing this, Seri Awashima was taken aback.

She looked at Fushimi Saru Hiko who was driving: "Have you heard of this school?"

Fushimi Ape Hiko pondered for a while, searched the information in his brain for a little memory about this school, and said uncertainly: "It seems to be a religious school. Tsk, it doesn't look like an ordinary child who goes to school to find a job the school of choice."

Ling Yao's eyes were bright, and she said with anticipation: "Is it very far? After today's business is over, can you take me there?"

"Whether it's far or not, you have to look at the location to find out. But, didn't you say that he took you there? Why do you still ask this?" Fushimi Saru Hiko asked.

"He..." Ling Yao scratched at her hair, "He flew over with me directly, and arrived in the blink of an eye."

"Is this also the magic power he said?"

"probably."

Seri Awashima sighed at this moment: "The magic power is really messed up."

Ling Yao is still looking forward to that thing: "So...can I go?"

Seri Awashima smiled at her: "Of course. However, you must complete this task seriously."

Ling Yao nodded vigorously, "Definitely!"

The car drove out of the city slowly and came to an abandoned manor on the outskirts.

Such a manor looks like an asset for the rich to play.

The car stopped on the far side of the road outside the manor, and Ling Yao pushed open the carved iron gate by himself.

The manor was too quiet, as if dead still.

Just this morning, a mass death occurred in this manor, and all the living people in the manor, including the master and servant, died overnight.

As soon as the middle-aged man who came to deliver the newspaper in the morning walked in, he fainted from fright when he saw such a bloody scene.

But he woke up and was not killed, so he quickly called the police. After police investigation, the matter was handed over to Scepter4 for handling.

The huge manor was almost drenched in blood, and even the air smelled of blood.

Ling Yao stood in it, but she didn't feel much discomfort, her clear eyes were still as calm as clear lake water.

She wears a chain around her neck and a pair of glasses.

Looking at Liu Ying who was already fluttering from her wrist, Ling Yao put on her glasses, and there were more things in her sight that she couldn't see before.

... In front of him is a bloody mouth.

It was a woman's face, staring at her, her fingers clasped on Ling Yao's wrist, but she couldn't hurt Ling Yao at all, only Liu Ying flew out continuously.

The woman's face was full of panic, and she was still talking: "How could this be? How could this be?"

After Ling Yao put on her glasses, she could see the curse spirit and hear what she said, so she responded, "Are you asking me?"

"Can you see me? Are you a magician?!"

Ling Yao shook her head honestly, "I'm not."

The woman didn't seem to listen to her honesty, and confirmed that she was a magician. She pinched her wrist with a lot of strength, but the result was only more fireflies flying past.

In the dead and bloody manor, the flying fireflies are like falling stars, gently and lively surrounding the slender and immature girl. This scene seems a bit dreamy.

——This is what Gojo Satoru saw when he arrived at the manor and landed.

And, after hearing his footsteps, Ling Yao turned her head slowly.

Against the light, after she saw clearly that it was him, her expression gradually turned into a stunned expression.

"Long time no see, little bell ringing."

Gojo Satoru greeted her very cordially, and walked up to her in two steps with long legs. When talking to her, he had habitually bent down slightly so that he could meet her eyes.

Then, he saw the little girl's expression gradually change from dazed to accusing.

The clear eyes were covered with timid grievances.

The distance was very close, and such an expression was shown on the little girl's still childish face, which made people suddenly feel a little guilty.

Gojo Satoru was puzzled, reconfirmed that there was some wronged accusation in the little girl's eyes, and asked hesitantly, "What's your expression?"

Ling Yao felt that her eyes were a bit uncomfortable, so she blinked, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

But there are more strange things.

The wet liquid sticks to the eyelashes, which feels uncomfortable at all.

She kept blinking her eyes, and finally rubbed it with her hands, saying, "I don't know."

"I don't know what expression I have now. No one has ever told me what this strange feeling is. It's really... so strange."

Suddenly, someone's hand brushed her away from rubbing her eyes, and in her blurry vision, she saw Gojo Satoru's face was obviously at a loss, full of headaches.

The movement of rubbing her eyes was also very disorderly, so unfamiliar that his hands were neither light nor heavy.

Gojo Satoru watched the tears on his fingers wipe more and more, and felt a little unspeakable irritability in his heart. He had never felt this way before, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and became more and more flustered, so he said fiercely: "Don't cry! "

"……,sorry."

"..." Gojo Satoru felt that he was even more sinful.

But he also couldn't understand why Ling Yao suddenly burst into tears when he hadn't seen her for a few days.

He has no experience in comforting little girls. After thinking about it, he can only think of one reason: "I told you that the curse spirit is ugly, and you said you are not afraid. Now it's over, and you will cry when you are ugly?"

Standing behind him can neither kill Ling Yao nor Gojo Satoru, he can only do anxious curse spirit:?

Who is ugly?