Miss Gojo is always saving the world

The location of the high-level headquarters is hidden, which is a matter of course.

They have a special barrier guard, although it is not as good as the barrier guarded by Lord Tian Yuan, but it is also comparable to that of the Yusan family.

With the functions of protection and concealment, the high-level headquarters can be said to be one of the safest places in the magic world.

Probably because of this reason, the old oranges at the top rarely go out and walk around—thanks to their self-knowledge, they know that their lives will be in danger when they step out of the protective circle.

The premise is that they don't offend those people at the same level and at the top of the pyramid.

Gojo Satoru put his elbows on the railing of the roof casually, and his figure was floating in the air. He took off his round-frame sunglasses, his blue six eyes were neither happy nor sad, the sky, white clouds, and the endless stream of vehicles were bustling like ants. The dense crowd working diligently was reflected in the eyes of the gods one by one.

The six eyes began to operate on their own, eliminating all redundant and heterogeneous information, removing the speckled magic power remaining in the air, instantly instilling a large amount of information into the brain, and began to analyze and deconstruct at an incredible speed.

Standing in the sky, he overlooks all living beings, as if he can hold the whole world in his hands.

It is best not to stand too high, because that will give you an illusion.

It makes you think that you can overturn the day and night, control the world, and feel like a god.

But how can human beings touch the corner of the gods?

Ants are still ants in the end, but they have been soaked in the sugar and wine of power for a long time, their eyes are blurred, and their cognition is intoxicated.

The feather-like eyelashes twitched, Wujo Wu's eyes locked on a position as they turned.

As he expected, those old oranges were still nesting in their mouse holes like mice, hugging each other to keep warm.

In the entire city, no fish that slipped through the net were left unnoticed.

Well, that's pretty good.

Saved him a lot of effort.

Gojo Satoru exhaled lightly, he put on the sunglasses, and then, like a shattered mirage, the white-haired boy floating in mid-air disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The high-level headquarters is a place that both he and Satomi call the "rotten orange recycling bin".

Wujo Wu's mantra appeared here out of thin air, which immediately made a group of high-level officials panic.

You must know that if there is no summons by name, the conjurer is not allowed to go here alone.

The Yusan family may be the only exception, because they can't stop them, but after years of maintaining the balance of the well water and the river water, they will not find each other well.

So what about the five enlightenments?

He would probably just say - "Fuck his regulations, get out of my way", and then kick the door open.

Lawlessness is well known to everyone, who would be willing to touch the mold of this evil god?

The white-haired boy's expression was very calm, to the point of being strangely calm.

Without even moving his eyebrows, he smashed the door of the high-level conference hall expressionlessly. He stood at the door with his figure against the light, but the rising spell power all over his body seemed to increase the pressure of the air, making it difficult for people in the conference hall to breathe. Feel a little difficult.

Gojo Satoru's demeanor at this moment is very similar to when he was a child when he was called the "Son of God" by the people around him. god.

Someone broke the stagnant atmosphere, as if aggressiveness is what they are best at, and in their own territory, they have added a bit of confidence.

The old man's face was as deep as water, staring at the unexpected visitor.

"Wujo Wu, you broke into the house without even saying hello, is this the upbringing of the Wujo family?"

No matter how crazy this guy is, let's put a hat on him first.

They heard the white-haired boy sneer slightly.

"You guys are very deliberate."

"Like maggots in the sewer, they only hide in corners and secretly spy on other people's things. Frogs at the bottom of the well who regard the power of one-third of an acre of land as a supreme treasure, rotten roots of big trees, and moths that breed..."

Wutiao Wu's ridicule is unmatched by anyone. How have these pampered high-level executives been humiliated in this way, and even someone's face showed anger: "Wujo Wu, you better know what you are talking about."

"This is not a place where you, a young boy, can run wild. Now that we admit our mistakes and leave, we can still look at the Wutiao family's face and turn a blind eye..."

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to listen to their nonsense, he slightly raised his eyelids, his eyes were like knives, piercing these old people one by one.

"See you in five," he said.

It was also this name that made the senior management suddenly silent.

The white-haired boy continued in a flat voice: "See you in Wutiao, you ordered the woman's assignment abroad, right? Was her departure also calculated by you?"

The name taboo of Satomi can be described as thunderous to the high-level officials during this period.

Starting from the Leyan Temple report, the shock of the second pair of six eyes, and the devastating blow to the Zhongteng family...all of this happened so quickly that no one could react.

It is a lie that the high-level people are not panicking, especially when the Nakato family was mercilessly exterminated, which shows the attitude of Gojo Satomi.

She definitely hates high-level people, just like that kid Gojo Satoru.

I can't keep her here any longer.

But if the higher-ups really want to do something to Gojo Satomi, they are actually helpless. At most, they just transfer her away and prevent her from continuing to contact Gojo Satoru.

The old man calmed down, and simply admitted: "We are the ones who transferred Wutiao Lijian away, so what?"

"Exorcising the curse spirit is the job of the magician, and no one should refuse."

Distributing tasks is their legitimate right, so it would be outrageous to be held accountable.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, and he stared at the dark lines on the floor. Hearing this, the boy let out a low, inaudible chuckle.

Satomi left, under the guise of a business trip, completely erasing himself from this world.

He couldn't find it even if he wanted to find it.

And now the high-level officials have also admitted that they are indeed obstructing it.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, "Nothing."

"I was just thinking, since I have admitted it, it will be easy."

The smile on the corners of his lips deepened, the pupils were obviously light-colored, but at this moment there was a little bit of faint light, as deep as a black hole, madness that could swallow people up.

The weather suddenly changed.

The sky, which was still sunny and windy just now, raised dark clouds in an instant. The color of the billowing clouds gradually deepened, and the aura of aura surged from all directions. Sweeping in the opposite direction, the dust and sand it carried were as sharp as a blade, leaving deep marks on the concrete.

With his standing point as the center of the circle, within a radius of ten thousand miles, all the curse spirits that are expanding, not yet formed, or just born, are destroyed in an instant, and the moment they are expelled, their bodies are turned into powder and crushed. Easy as tofu.

Gojo Satoru has long been used to suppressing his spell power on weekdays.

There is no way, when he was just born, the too thick and terrifying mantra destroyed the Gojo family's house several times, even if he grows up, he will hurt the people around him if he is not careful.It wasn't until he was fourteen or five years old that he could barely control his spell power perfectly.

He was always paying attention to the leakage of his spell power, so he didn't bother to pay attention to how much his spell power had increased. There was no place in this world for him to test it.

Gojo Satoru is too lazy to care so much now.

The mantra that had been suppressed into nature finally opened a gap, and flooded out like a flood bursting out like a rebound. The enchantment that the upper echelons were proud of was shattered inch by inch by him, and finally turned into a fragmented eggshell , and maybe it was the pressure of the wind, only a heavy bang was heard, and the door of the conference hall was closed tightly, airtight.

This time, the already dark light was completely blocked, and the vision in the eyes was covered with a dark gray,

Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a good mood and clapped his hands. He deliberately made a noise to attract the attention of others, "Okay, the door is closed now, so let's talk about it?"

--give me back.

The smile on Gojo Gojo’s face did not fade. He pinched his knuckles twice and said, “How about we play a game? I’ll ask you to answer, and I’ll ask you questions. You can only choose to answer or abstain. The referee is me. I will set the rules, and then, I will judge whether your answers are correct or not, how about it?"

"By the way, by the way, if there are more than three abstainers, one of you will die at random."

—give her back to me.

He leisurely raised a finger: "The first question, where did you take Satomi?"

Of course they can't sit still like this.

Ignoring Wujo Wu's words, some people tried to contact the outside world, while others blocked Wujo Wu's body. Five or six people released spells at the same time, trying to control him.

I just want to control, as for whether I can hurt him, I don't even need to think about it.

Gojo Gojo blinked his eyes and snorted dissatisfiedly.

Before the end of his complaining hum, these people suddenly stopped moving.

The bodies of the conjurers standing in front of him took on an extremely terrifying distorted shape, as if they were forcibly pressed on their heads by some kind of huge force, blood in their bodies splashed out in all directions, and a thin layer of blood spread in the air In the fog, the corpse lost its support, twitched a few times deformedly, and fell to the ground without moving.

The conjurers who tried to contact the outside world were horrified to find that they had lost their signal. Just as they were trying to repair it in vain and sweating profusely, a crisp "click" sound rang through everyone's ears. The man opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and the bones were torn apart one by one by invisible hands. Before he could cry out in pain, his eyes lost their luster.

As if dismantling a spliced ​​building block toy, the joints of the human body were stripped off, and then thrown on the ground in pieces.

That is a child playing with his own toys, pure curiosity mixed with the purest evil, obliterating all disliked and disgusted things, this is what immature "children" do.

Everyone was stunned by this terrifying scene for a moment, but it was Gojo Satoru's sigh that brought them back to their senses.

"So I said, just cooperate with me obediently."

"Follow the rules of the game, and no one is allowed to foul."

His tone is innocent, and the ending is a bit raised, with the willfulness unique to this age.

"Don't worry about those guys who were eliminated due to fouls, let's continue the game?"

The willful and cruel god stretched out his finger, nodded at the old man in the front, and said with a smile, "Let's start with you? Come on, this is the first question, cherish the opportunity."

He is playing with human life.

He doesn't care if they live or die.

No... maybe they weren't even "human lives" to him.How can we cherish it?

It's a toy, it's just a toy for this boy's innocence to explode.

A drop of sweat dripped from the old man's forehead. After seeing the scene just now, he also realized the seriousness of the situation.

Having been in high positions all year round, they have already formed a habit, that is, they always think that they are chess players, traders who can manipulate others at will, and other people are just their chess pieces and waste that can be discarded at will.

Overnight, the situation reversed. As they were used to chess players, they realized for the first time what it was like to be manipulated in the palm of their hands but unable to resist.

He has the ability, he is fully capable of doing it all.

... He would be "safe" before, but he hadn't been touched to the bottom line, and he had no interest in them, and his lazy temper caused trouble.

The old man regained his breath, and said cautiously: "You want to ask Wutiao Lijian's movements? As we have already said, the mission sent her overseas—uhhh!!"

The old man seemed to be choked by something, and Gojo Wu looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. In just a few seconds, the old man's face turned from white to purple, he rolled his eyes, and died.

"You're lying to me." Gojo Satoru glanced at the corpse lightly, "Okay, then add another rule, and those who tell lies will die, how about it?"

"No...it's not fair!"

Finally, someone couldn't bear the fear, and was frightened and angry, and shouted hysterically: "What we said is obviously the truth, why do you have any evidence to say that we are lying to you!"

This is true!They simply sent an overseas mission, why would Gojo Satoru be sure that they were lying, and then strangle a person to death on his own?

Gojo Gojo pulled the corner of his mouth, and said without interest: "I said I was the referee, I think you are telling lies."

Yes, it is unreasonable to judge whether they are lying or not based on their own wishful thinking, intuition, arbitrariness and prejudice.

In other words, as long as they didn't tell the "truth" that satisfied him, he would continue to kill.

It doesn't make sense at all, this guy doesn't listen to people.

The person who asked the question was stuck, he stared at the boy in disbelief, his throat rolled, but he couldn't utter a word anymore.

But they have no more information to disclose, they really just dispatched an overseas mission!Ghost knows why Gojo Satoru thinks they are lying!

If you tell the truth, you will be killed. If you tell lies, Wujo Satoru will investigate and find out later... and you will not escape.

What is a dilemma, this is it.

This is simply like a reckless tyrant in ancient times.

"Okay, there are too many interrupters." Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair annoyedly, "If you interrupt casually again, I won't be polite, huh? I don't have that much patience to deal with you."

"Well, let's talk about the next one."

Gojo Satoru made some picks, and chose a high-level old man hidden in the crowd. He pulled him out with a smile, and said, "Don't hide, come and play with me."

"It's okay, I deliberately spared a lot of time today, let's spend it slowly."

The high-ranking officer felt the scythe of death on his neck. He stared at Gojo Satoru's eyes, as if looking directly at the most terrifying thing in the world, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old man... this mission was not sent by this old man. The old man doesn't know..."

"Oh, you don't know." Gojo Satoru looked distressed, and he let go of the old man's collar, "Then there is no way, after all, I can't force an ignorant person to tell the truth out of thin air. "

--what?

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, so let it go?Just say you don't know, how easy is it to get away with it?

"However, it was considered abstention just now." Gojo Wu rolled his eyes, and he "kindly" reminded, "If there are more than three abstentions, every time I abstain again, I will kill a person. You should seize the opportunity .”

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

Human nature is like this. When they find themselves unable to resist and can only passively accept his rules of the game, the desire to survive suddenly reaches its peak in a state of sudden explosion. At this time, many human inferiority is exposed.

Some people glared fiercely at the high-ranking old man who said "I don't know" before, because he wasted an opportunity for nothing!

"Wait, I have a question."

"Say." Wujo Wu raised his jaw.

"If the person who previously abstained dies, can the abstention opportunity he used be restored?"

"Hey, this one—" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he said slowly, "Yes."

Perhaps, when he said the word "can", the development of the situation became chaotic.

The vicious eyes that were watching like a wolf were focused on the person who had just been "pardoned" by Gojo Wu.

The old man was still rejoicing that he had escaped, but then found that he had become the target of public criticism.

When this guy dies, the chance to forfeit will be returned.

The last second of that person's life was frozen between despair and panic. A hole was opened in his chest for no reason, and he fell straight down.

This is not the five enlightened hands.

He watched a wonderful repertoire with relish, and couldn't help laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"Really, really should be recorded and shown to Jie and the others, your ugly appearance..."

If Satomi had been there, he would have been amused too.

Ah, what a pity, what a pity.It was still too early for her to go.

No way, then take this opportunity to enjoy it.

After people's restless hearts calmed down, what refreshed their hearts and spleens was the coldness that reached to the sky.

This is playing with human nature.

Even if they were able to abstain, so what, the person who used up an opportunity to abstain will definitely become the next target of others and provoke the hatred of the entire staff.

Under such pressure, no one would dare to abstain from voting.

Gojo Satoru... Did he do it on purpose? !

Deliberately setting up such a display-like opportunity to abstain from voting, just to enjoy their repertoire of infighting?

Under this unreasonable mechanism, willful dictators do as they please. They are like players who are forcibly trapped in a survival game, showing their ugly faces in the capricious rules.

Their lives disappear one by one or become inevitable, Wujo Wu adds rules and patches at any time, there are fewer and fewer loopholes that can be drilled, more and more corpses are lying on the ground, among the pools of blood, and finally even the air is filled with thick misfortune smell of fishy smell.

They could only watch helplessly as fewer and fewer people stood, probably cut in half. Gojo Satoru finally sighed and let go of asking them this unanswerable question.

"There are so many people who are dead and they refuse to tell... Well, it seems that I really don't know."

"I said... we all, no lie..."

"Yeah, so let me make sure~"

The young man's expression was still smiling, even though he knew that they had misunderstood their lies before, he didn't feel guilty or guilty.

Do you feel guilty for accidentally stepping on a few ants?

"Okay, skip the first question, you don't know where Satomi went." Gojo Satoru curled his lips in disappointment, with an expression of "Why are you such a waste".

The higher-ups...of course they can only dare to be angry and dare not speak out.

At least to survive today, no matter what, at least survive from this little lunatic.

Gojo Gojo leisurely raised his second finger, and the heart of the high-level old man seemed to be lifted by his movements.

"And the second question, do any of you recognize this?"

Gojo Satoru flipped his wrist, even though the light was dim, but at this moment everyone was fully focused on his every move, and naturally saw what Gojo Satoru brought out for the first time.

It's a string of bells.

The style of the bell is small and exquisite, and it seems to have been cared for by the owner. The surface is as clean as new, and the metal ball hanging in it knocks on the golden curved surface.

The tail of the bell was strung together by a few strands of snow-white hair, tied into a dead knot.

Seeing this bell clearly, someone's pupils narrowed suddenly, and they immediately recognized it: "This is—"

"It seems to be the magic tool of the Nakato family. Do any of you recognize it?" Gojo Gojo shook the bell, and the crisp and sweet sound echoed in the closed conference hall.

The heads of a group of elders turned in one direction at the same time. Under the cold eyes of everyone, the elder of the Zhongteng family came out with cold sweat and trembling hands.

Against the pressure from the front and back, he whispered: "This, I recognize it, it belongs to our Zhongteng family... Wujo Satomi razed our house before, and she should have taken it away at that time."

"Hey." Hearing this, Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up instantly, and he was full of interest as he urged, "Speaking of which, I don't know why Satomi flattened your house, as far as I know She didn't show much in this time and space, but she made such a big commotion in the end?"

He felt that he had discovered a blind spot, "You Nakato family, did you do something to make Satomi angry?"

What have you done?

Elder Zhongteng said "shua", and all the cold sweat came down.

what else can i doOf course, the heir of their family spent more than ten years collecting Gojo Satoru's fragmentary body tissues to make the same puppets.

This should be the reason for Gojo Satomi's anger.

It's over, Gojo Satoru himself is here, if he finds out that he has been coveted by others all the time, and tries to make a puppet like him...wouldn't he want to kill the old man on the spot?

He never expected that this matter would reach Gojo Satoru himself.

Especially now that most of his house has been destroyed, it's a settlement after autumn.

Elder Nakato faltered, wiping away the cold sweat that flowed down. Gojo Satoru patiently waited for him to weave words at the beginning, but as time passed, Elder Nakato didn’t say anything, and Gojo Satoru’s patience disappeared visibly with the naked eye. , his complexion gradually changed.

Gojo Satoru made a gesture of performing a spell, and threatened lightly: "If Elder Nakato can't restore his language ability, I'll cut off that useless thing on your neck for you right away?"

Nakato heartbroken.

At this time, he didn't dare to lie, he closed his eyes, and explained everything that happened at that time like pouring beans.

The puppet including Gojo Satoru was witnessed by Gojo Satomi, and she got angry on the spot. "..."

Elder Nakato did not get a response for a long time, and the premonition of pain did not come for a long time.

He opened one eye suspiciously.

Gojo Satoru stayed where he was, blinking his baby-blue eyes blankly, and seemed to forget to withdraw as if he was about to perform the operation.After listening to Elder Nakato's narration, his reaction was not quite right.

The anger Elder Nakato thought did not show on the boy's face, on the contrary, Gojo Gojo seemed to be shocked by some unexpected fact, he slowly withdrew his hand, and then with a whimper, He covered his face violently.

His complexion is cold and fair, so the pink that spread from the ears to the neck is very eye-catching.

This person is shy?

The atmosphere fell into an unknown embarrassment, and the surviving old people looked at each other, not knowing what kind of development this was.

Gojo Satoru's hand was slightly cold, and he pressed his hand to his cheek, trying in vain to cool himself down.

Alright, alright, don't be so useless, this will break your defense.

Gojo Satoru said this to himself in his heart.

He talked to himself in his heart, and persuaded himself with words, but apart from reason, a certain medium in his body that could not be ignored gradually heated up, turned into passionate emotions, and merged into the blood of his whole body.

very happy.very happy.

The repetitive character is also very childlike, so he is easily coaxed, the slight sweetness spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the childish boy is soothed by a golden flat candy.

Hey, it turned out to be because of him.

It was because of him that Satomi got angry, simply gave up the idea of ​​concealing himself, and destroyed the entire Nakato family with extremely terrifying power.

Because the Nakato family made his puppet, she is angry about it.

The so-called spell bell... also comes from "him".

what……

He just let him know after he left.

Does Satomi care about him, cherish him?

"Well, I understand. Wouldn't it be nice to tell the truth earlier." The white-haired boy moved his hand covering his face, and a drunken smile was brewing in the blue pupils exposed between his fingers, and there were bits and pieces of love. Ashamed, what blooms is the joyful light.

He waved his hand mercifully, walked up to the elder of the Zhongteng family in two or three steps, and happily put the bell in the elder's hand.

"It's great that there are surviving people in the Nakato family, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Gojo Satoru said to him: "Elder Nakato, I heard that the bell in your house can sense the positions of both parties, right? Please, upgrade this thing?"

The white-haired boy said lightly, "The other half seems to have been thrown somewhere outside the world. It would be great if I could feel it."

"Isn't this your family's ancestral secret technique? Elder Nakato, you must be able to do it—"

The tone of the white-haired boy softened a lot in the end, it was light and indifferent, and the clear and clear voice unique to the boy also showed a little bit of coquettishness.

But in the ears of Elder Nakato, this is a threat in another way.

What if you can't do it?Look at the pile of dead bodies behind you.

The head of the Wutiao family has no scruples.

He locked the conference hall, locked all the high-level officials in the door, and played this "life and death question and answer" game. Did he really never think about the consequences?

The mechanism of the magic world is rigid, which also reflects the unshakable high-level power from the side.The upper and lower levels remain unchanged, and the hereditary system allows power to be monopolized by specific families.

It can be seen from this that the power held by the top is so great.

Just as the ancient emperors could not deprive powerful courtiers overnight, because they need to consider the stability of the court and the collapse of power.

Who can be willful in this political game?

There are too many worries and restraints, and before you know it, you are full of restraints.

People are at the heart of the mechanics that make up them, but they're never fundamental.

Gojo Satoru acted recklessly and killed high-level people according to his own personal preferences. Did he think that doing so could shake the order that had not changed for thousands of years in the magic world?

It's useless.

Before the new generation grows up and before the new advanced system is put forward, forcibly breaking the old system will only lead to greater chaos.

An old man with hatred in his eyes left a lifelong curse before his death.

"You can't change it. Even if you kill all the high-level people, there will still be a second and third batch... Gojo Satoru! You hate us, you slaughter us, but what can you change?"

The ear-piercing shrill laughter became the lingering sound of the old man's life.

"You are destined to live with the things you hate forever, you can't do anything about it! So what if you have the power of a god, you can only let me wait—"

Before the words fell, he died.

Gojo Satoru dissipated the magic power condensed on his fingertips, and in the dim light, the emotion in his eyes was extremely boring.

"I really didn't expect that so many people died, and you still haven't figured out the point?"

Rotten oranges are really rotten oranges.

"From the beginning to the end, did I care about the order of the magic world?"

Gojo Satoru's smile was full of arrogance, arrogant and condescending, the boy's voice was gentle and steady, and he confided his thoughts slowly.

He will bring chaos?That would be messy.

Can't break the thousand-year-old system in the magic world?whatever.

He is not Satomi.

Perhaps ten years later, when he embarks on the path of a teacher like Satomi, he will take the corrupt system to heart, and will want to change the magic world bit by bit from the students and from the grassroots.

But what does this have to do with him now?

The rotten mechanism of the magic world, the rigid system, and the unshakable power in the hands of high-level officials.

——It's none of his business?

He came here for Satomi.He kills the higher-ups because they annoy him.

It's all his own whim from beginning to end, which is evident from the fact that he calls it a "game" from the start.

As for what they said, the consequences of his doing so, pure killing cannot reverse the status quo in the magic world-Gojo Satoru doesn't care at all.

"I didn't come here for any noble purpose. Who would bother to seek a future for the magic world?" Gojo Satoru said a very willful speech loudly.

"Then why on earth did you use such a bloody method?"

"Because—" Wujo Gojo giggled, stepped on the head of the old man who had just spoken, and crushed it hard.

"I am happy."

I kill you, I am willing.

What can you do with me?

He has never experienced the betrayal of his best friends, nor has he experienced the influence of ten years, he has not set foot on the road of education, and he has not given back to his warm students.

It was at an extremely rebellious and willful age.

It can even be said that he has not even fully formed the universal concept of good and evil.

He used to stay on the "good" side, and would do "good deeds and good deeds", but it was his personal wish, and the teachers and classmates around him pulled him that's all.

The age group at which a person is most susceptible to external influences, and even shapes and lays the foundation for a lifetime of character, is precisely these years of adolescence.

Teenagers in adolescence are like blank paper, with a hazy understanding of the world, but they can't stop the outside world from rendering them a deeper color.

Not to mention that this person is Gojo Satoru.

He grew up in the Yusan family, and he was called the "Son of God" because he was born with six eyes. He was held in the palm of his hand and grew up.

Of course, if he continues according to his original destiny, he will gradually learn "humanity", learn to cast his gaze from the altar, and look at the "human beings" that he once ignored.

If I meet in Gojo... that woman hasn't been here before.

The arrival of Wujo Lijian changed the original fate line beyond recognition.

It was she who personally dyed Gojo Satoru, and she tried to smooth out her own color on the white paper of the boy, but things often didn't develop as expected.

It's all because of her.

She became his "paranoia".

So the future is confusing, and things will develop to this point, and it seems to be a matter of course.

Gojo Satoru flicked the blood drop from his hand, and the crimson splashed on the wall blurred the spots.

He seemed to be tired of playing, and he didn't give any more attention to the other high-level officials. He dragged the elder of the Zhongteng family, and shook his hair twice, as if to shake people's brains out: "Elder Zhongteng , How much time will it take to upgrade this bell?"

"These, these need to be renewed from scratch...it will take a lot of time." The elder was completely frightened, and he spoke tremblingly, almost biting his own tongue.

He has already deeply realized that this boy is here to play.

He doesn't care about anything.Therefore, the bargaining chips in their hands and the means they are proud of lost their original force.

There is no other way but to obey.

The white-haired boy thought for a while, then he opened his palms and made a gesture of four.

"Then, give the elder four weeks, about a month. I will pick it up in a month. Is there enough time?"

Strange enough!

Elder Zhongteng's eyes were bloodshot, but seeing the boy's handsome face and the bottomless smile in his pupils, he didn't dare to say anything.

"If you don't say anything, I will take it as a default. Then it's settled, Elder Nakato will lend me a month~"

The juvenile voice was filled with joyful emotions, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, grabbed Elder Nakato by the collar, said "bye" in full view, and then used the spell to teleport away.

After a long period of dead silence, there were a few muffled sounds in the devastated conference hall. It was the voices of some high-level old people who could no longer hold on and knelt on their knees.

The voices of their orders were trembling: "Quick... quickly send someone to contact the outside world, clean up the scene, and track down the prisoner..."

"An arrest warrant for Gojo Satoru is issued, but the information here cannot be disclosed to the outside world, and only relatives and confidantes are sent to the scene..."

The door, which had been seamed together with mana, finally came loose, and the cold wind of Hulala was poured in, blowing away the stagnant blood in the air, and at the same time, carrying the fishy smell farther.

When the high-level confidants arrived late and witnessed the tragic scene, they were so shocked that they forgot to breathe. The strong visual impact instantly deprived them of their ability to think, and their brains could not understand or accept it.

There were only a few people still standing, some of them fell and leaned against the wall, and the rest were covered in blood. Among them, there were many deformed human bodies that were beyond human imagination, twisted and discarded on the ground, with hideous faces and death.

what happened?

How is this going?

The confidant subordinate who rushed to the front still maintained the posture of pushing the door with both hands, but his arms were stiff, his legs were shaking, and his hands against the door were convulsing unnaturally.

Pushing open this door is like pushing open the gate to hell.

Separated by a line, here is the human world, and there is the underworld.

This is a massacre, a bad game that belongs to the gods.

A natural disaster has befallen the high-level leaders. After this catastrophe,