Gentlemen, I like chaos

"The door was demolished??"

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened subconsciously: "No way...Jie let it run away?"

"Wujo-kun..."

With quick eyes and hands, He Gezi quickly picked up the pillow at hand to block the flying wood fragments, bent down and ran to the bedroom, and closed the door tightly: "Stop lamenting these things, the curse is coming, what should I do?!"

"Didn't you see Jie?" Gojo Satoru turned over and sat up from the sofa, picked up the school uniform jacket on the hanger: "Tell me your address, hold on for a while, and I'll go there right away."

While putting on his coat, he thought, Xia Youjie, Xia Youjie, the famous name of a lifetime has overturned in this kind of place, and he has to help clean up the mess.

But there is no way, who made him his good brother, so he can only rush the ducks to the shelves, I hope that lady can last a little longer.

After all, if it is really a super-level curse spirit that escaped from Jie's hands, Miss Washio's situation...is very bad.

……

……

"Boom..." "Boom—"

The floor was vibrating, and the dust and sawdust swayed up, which interfered with He Gezi's sight. He Gezi thought to herself while avoiding, this happened too suddenly, didn't it mean that harassing magic spirits like to mess around secretly?

The bedroom door was knocked open, and she frowned, before she had time to think too much, she took out her mobile phone and called Shunping.

"Moshi Moshi, Miss Wakako, what's the matter..." "Don't come back now, play outside for a while, wait for my notice."

"Did something happen?" Junping faintly heard various noises coming from the other end of the phone, and asked nervously.

"It's not a big deal, it's just... something that is not suitable for children to see."

"……what?"

He Gezi sighed: "Okay, be obedient, let's play outside..."

As soon as the words fell, a huge bang exploded in his ears, He Gezi grabbed the phone and carefully looked at the curse spirit in front of him.

Rather than saying it was a curse spirit, it was a monster that looked like a human.

The monster looks like a dog, wearing an old-fashioned suit, looking at her with a warm face: "Hegeko..."

"Are you calling me?"

He Gezi interrupted him: "Uncle, are you sure that you are not mistaken? It is the 18th year of Heisei. People who dress like you are basically people from the last century. If you look for Kiyoshima and Gezi, go out and turn left to Huangquan It’s better than Rasaka.”

The mantra's face twisted for a moment: "You're so ignorant, Wakako, you can't be so rude, lady."

She is rude?

He Gezi raised his eyebrows: "A curse spirit who tore down my house actually said that I was rude, did you think I was easy to bully?"

It's too much drama for her to go to the female Durban.

The monster took a step forward and said angrily, "It was my fault that I devoured you last time, but you are also at fault. You shouldn't have come back to life without my consent. Wakako is so ignorant..."

In this sentence, the amount of information is slightly large.

While dodging the attack of the curse spirit, Wakako secretly thought: the curse spirit that devoured her... should be the one that killed Washio and Utako before, what is his relationship with her, and why did he come back to look for her, Washio Is there anything special about Wakako?

Before he had time to think too much, Wakako turned over and walked across the bed.She didn't want to scare the snake if she could, but obviously that curse spirit didn't think so.

"Why devour me, what good does it do you?"

"Have He Gezi forgotten, you have forgotten such an important thing, I am so disappointed..." "Bang——"

He Gezi kicked over.

"The tone of his speech is too disgusting. I can't help but want to do it until Wutiao realizes it."

She activated the coercion of the gods, and forced the curse spirit in front of her with the divine speech spirit: ""Tell me what you know.""

The curse spirit's expression became confused for a moment, and he replied subconsciously: "Wakako set a bond with me when I was a child, as long as I can kill those who covet her, I can eat her... Wait, you are not Hegeko, you who is it?"

"Have you finally seen it?"

He Gezi kicked away the curse spirit that was pounced on him, and stepped on his face: "There is one more question, "As an ordinary person, Washio He Gezi, what attracts you in him, so that you will not hesitate to come back to find me. devour her?"

"...I am... the curse spirit born in the Washio family... I watched Wakako grow up, and in my heart, she is like my child. Shouldn't a child's words be swallowed and merged with me?" ..."

"Merge into one?"

He Gezi was really disgusted by him now: "There is still a curse spirit like you in the world, a man-eating thing that treats human beings as children, do you think I will believe this reason?"

"You don't understand..." "Bang—"

At this moment, a roar came from outside the window suddenly, and He Gezi raised his head in astonishment, and saw the window glass being kicked to pieces, the wall dust floating in the room, and the once-in-a-thousand-year genius in the magic world stepping on his body. The BGM with the band made its debut under the eyes of everyone.

"Yo, it's quite lively!"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand in greeting.

"I heard that there are special magic spirits bullying the little girl here, let me come and have a look... huh?"

He stopped suddenly.

He Gezi lowered her head stiffly, looking at the big face of the super mantra spirit that was bruised and swollen from being stepped on, and fell into deep thought.After a while, she silently retracted her right foot and adjusted the wrinkled kimono.

"that……"

She decides to save it.

"Wujo-kun, listen to my explanation."

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"Don't listen, it's too embarrassing for such a gorgeous and cool appearance to be stolen by a little girl!"

The corner of Wakako's mouth twitched, Wujo Wuzhen... I have been owed for ten years.

She got up and took a can of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator, and handed it to Gojo Satoru with a serious expression in his eyes, "If a man wants to drink Pepsi".

"...Actually, um, when I was studying in England, I learned Ripple Qigong from a teacher from Tibet."

"……what?"

"It's Ripple Qigong! Shanbuise Ripple Sprint, Obadora A Dream and so on..."

"..."

She has no common language with people who have never seen jojo_(:з」∠)_

"In short, every girl has her puberty secret, so don't ask Gojo-kun."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at her suspiciously: "Are you sure you're still in adolescence, old man in his 20s—"

He Gezi withdrew his fist calmly, and continued: "As long as a woman dies, you better be careful what you say, and don't bully us weak girls."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his stomach, and thought: Is this still called weak? It can't be described by violence.This young lady is not only wild in her heart, she is simply cheating.Even if he had neglected to turn on Unlimited just now, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to hurt him based on his reflexes alone.

So, who is this sacred person in front of him?

The magic power is still there, but it is at the level of ordinary people, the kind that can be ignored, so...

"You are not a magician, but someone with other special abilities?"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, and he moved closer: "Hmm... It seems that there is something wrong, but I can't see it at all..."

"I am a superhuman."

He Gezi said calmly: "It's the kind of natural strength you can imagine, you can break a small spoon or something..."

"What the hell is breaking a small spoon... Wait, why did you really take out a big handful of small spoons, who would hoard so many spoons at home."

Listening to Wujo Wu's complaints, He Gezi couldn't help but nodded silently in her heart. That's it. Sure enough, in the thinking circuit of normal people, people shouldn't hoard so many small spoons at home.

She slandered the new student and spoon hoarder Kageyama Ritsu for a while, and then maintained an elegant posture, breaking the spoon into a distinct state.

"It's like this...we espers are all self-identifying in this way."

The corners of Wujo Wutiao's mouth twitched: "Then you guys... it's really a waste of a spoon..."

"...Actually, it's okay, and it can be glued back, but it's a little troublesome."

"..."

"Forget it, let's get to the point."

Seemingly feeling that we can't continue the conversation today, Gojo Satoru changed the subject, pointed to the lying dead body and asked, "Hey, why did this Uncle Cursing Spirit target you? Does Ms. Washio know the reason?"

"...I just asked some questions." He Gezi paused.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru sat up: "Because of something, is it Ms. Washio's special physique, or..."

"He thinks I'm his child, and if I'm a child, I'll be swallowed and merged into one."

"...what the hell?"

"That's the weird reason. Before I could ask anything else, you rushed in and beat him down."

He Gezi collapsed on the sofa exhausted, and waved at Gojo Satoru: "Forget it, Gojo-kun, take it away and find a place to throw it away, I think I need to sleep slowly."

"But this room seems completely uninhabitable." Gojo Satoru said gloatingly.

"Yes."

He Gezi sighed: "I guess I have to sleep somewhere else, it's really troublesome."

As soon as she thought about it, she suddenly narrowed her eyes as if she had thought of something.

"In short, I won't give it away, and I will contact you if there are other things... Oh, by the way, thank Mr. Xia You for me. The curse spirit he caught over there should not be the same as this one."

"okok~"

Gojo Satoru picked up the half-drunk Coke on the table, picked up the body of the mantra with the other hand, and carried it out.

"Then I'll go first, Miss Washio."

"Be careful on the road."

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……

What an eventful time.

After sending Shunping a text message, telling him to find a hotel to sleep tonight, He Gezi stretched his waist, looked at the late police car downstairs, and shook his head helplessly.

"Who wants to spend the night at the police station?"

"Where to go at night is indeed a problem... It's not impossible to sleep in a hotel, but..."

……

"Go and find the man with pectoral muscles!"

She happily made her decision.

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The author has something to say:

Chest man even:?

Fuheshier in Wakako's heart: a chest muscle that sleeps well (?), suitable for developing into a believer, a provider of the power of faith, and a Shinto heir.

Speaking of which, it seems that I saw a post on bs teasing that 5t5 might be a Pepsi party, so here is a private statement that he likes to drink Pepsi, and it doesn’t mean to start a war (he has a strong desire to survive?)