My brother is so fierce

The hair was too long, Meizhi held her hair in front of her body in front of the mirror, and braided it into a braid. There was no such thing as a hair rope at the Knotweed house, and she did not know where to find a ribbon to tie it up.

Going to the nearby shopping mall to buy good food, even on weekdays, the road is crowded with people. She was wearing the hooded sweater that Knotaba Yujin gave her, even though the wide dark pajama pants covered her slender and well-proportioned legs. Even from the back, it is hard to hide her figure.

In order not to be recognized, she still wears a white mask on her face, holds vegetables in her hand, and waits for traffic lights on the street like ordinary people.

Today's weather is already a bit hot, Meizhi looked around curiously, there was a man in cassock standing opposite the traffic lights, he looked young, and his shoulder-length white hair was particularly eye-catching.

Because she is beautiful, it is inevitable that she will look twice.

Far enough away, Meizhi thought that her eyesight would not be piercing among many people, but when she had seen enough and turned her face away, the white-haired girl on the opposite side stared keenly. When he asked where his gaze was coming from, the green light came on, and Meizhi's figure was submerged in the crowd.

The white-haired girl stood in the middle of the road and looked at the passers-by. People flowed around her, not a woman pushing a buggy, an old man on crutches, or a kindergarten student bouncing around after school.

who is it?

The girl in the hooded sweater was wearing a mask and passed by her. Her black hair was braided behind her head, and the bangs on her forehead were gently blown by the wind, revealing her white and smooth forehead. On the road, the white-haired girl seemed to see something that shook her soul, her eyes widened, she turned her head suddenly, Meizhi was mixed in the crowd, she turned and wanted to catch up, the traffic police whistled beside her, urging her to go to the opposite side.

But with this interruption, Meizhi's figure left without knowing which direction to go.

It's been 1000 years, she can't be wrong.

The joy that surged up in her heart mixed with the irritability of missing out, the white-haired girl ran and searched, the cheeks with the hair blown away by the wind were particularly delicate, but there was a heroic spirit that only a teenager could have revealed between her brows, male and female. It's hard to hide the gloomy appearance.

But she walked around all kinds of streets and alleys, but she didn't see the girl in the sweater just now, as if God just made a harmless joke with her, making her think that the figure she caught a glimpse of out of the corner of her eye was just her for a thousand years Come to contemplate the hallucinations of overproduction.

Meizhi...

Meizhi.

But to her disappointment, what was waiting for her was not Meizhi who would smile at her, pull her sleeve and call Limei coquettishly.

It's a descendant of Wu Tiao, who she hates very much, even if it was a hatred thousands of years ago.

This frivolous, white-haired man wearing a blindfold is obviously more annoying.

"Curser?" The white-haired man tilted his head and asked.

Li Mei raised a bloody smile, her dress looked like a monk, and because of her androgynous face, it seemed particularly suspicious to Gojo Satoru.

"You know," Limei's voice was still in his teenage years, low and mellow, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but the rejection towards Gojo Satoru was very obvious, "Is your white hair annoying?"

For thousands of years, he has kept changing his body, but now, even with a female body, Li Mei does not have much rejection.

Gojo Satoru stroked his hair, and he retorted in a drawn-out tone without changing his face: "You are just jealous, right? I'm jealous of my beauty."

Li Mei instantly felt as disgusted as eating a fly. The person in front of her was even more disgusting than the five straight people. She didn't want to say more. The urgency to find the figure just now forced her to give up the fight with the five descendants in front of her. She jumped to the edge of the window sill, and she deftly left Gojo Satoru's sight like a flying bird, and the white-haired youth had no intention of catching up.

Tian Yuan disappeared, although he didn't want to obey the orders of the high-ranking officials, but there was an assimilated beauty in Tian Yuan's body, he didn't want Tian Yuan to be used or killed by anyone, no matter what, he wanted to get Tian Yuan back.

Meizhi went back early to prepare the meal, she sat on the sofa and waited, but after she woke up from a sleep, it was already late, and she didn't see the figure of Yuzu Yuren.

Are you still in school?

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was almost 07:30, the food was cold, and she didn't have a mobile phone to contact her. Out of concern for the boy, she took the key, found the flashlight and looked for it.

All she knew was that Yuzu Yuhito was in Shanze No. [-] High School, not very far from where he lived, and there was a lot of traffic on the street, so she walked in that direction according to her memory.

The gatekeeper saw Meizhi who was waiting at the door for a moment. He thought it was a student of the school, and stuck his head out of the window and asked, "Student, did you forget to take something?"

Meizhi rubbed her cheek, blinked and lied in response: "Mmm..."

There are so many people coming and going in and out of the school every day, the guard may not know where Knotweed Yuren is, maybe she can find it faster by herself.

The guard opened the door for her and reminded her gently with a smile: "Alone, please pay attention to safety."

Meizhi replied politely with a smile: "Thank you."

She walked in, raised her head and looked around the teaching building, and walked in the direction of the grade and class that Knotweed Zhang said in her memory. In the dark night, she went up the stairs with a flashlight, and she seemed much more daring than before.

When she groped the wall to find Yuzuhito's class, there was nothing inside.

Rather...

There seemed to be a loud noise coming from the building on the right.

Is it a fight?Meizhi guessed, but the movement was too loud.

She went downstairs again, but she was not close to the building next door. There was a long-haired young man standing on the road in front of her. Just like her, she was looking up at the movement happening in the building above her head.

Seemingly realizing that someone was coming nearby, the long-haired young man turned his head. Meizhi was taken aback for a moment and gave him a friendly smile, then raised her head and asked, "What happened there?"

However, the other party didn't intend to answer her question, but turned around directly, revealing the stitch marks under his eyes, and even a strange patch of stitches around his neck.

Like a tattoo lover, he grinned at Meizhi: "Can you see me?"

This sentence is like saying hello to a ghost, and then the ghost replied with a strange smile.

It was only then that Meizhi remembered that in this world, besides humans, there were also existences such as curse spirits.

As for the one in front of her, it is very likely that the curse spirit is right.

The real person walked towards Meizhi with his head tilted. The girl didn't seem to be afraid of him, or wanted to run away. She stood there and blinked normally, "Can't, see you?"

The evil in his heart subsided a little because of Meizhi's reaction, and he was a little distressed that he didn't get the desired reaction. He was much taller than Meizhi, so when he came over with his hands on his knees, he was at eye level with Meizhi. Meizhi could clearly see the sutures on his face, which were not tattoos.

If those strange stitches were removed, his appearance could be regarded as handsome, with the tails of his eyes drooping, and the few strands of bangs scattered on his forehead, adding a bit of weakness to his posture.

Because of Meizhi's reaction, Zhenren became a little interested. He looked at Meizhi's face obsessively, stretched out his index finger and tapped her cheek lightly, "Such a beautiful skin, I don't know how it will be after soul transformation." What has become of..."

He felt teasing about the seemingly weak girl in front of him, because she was too calm and looked very young, but she didn't seem to be afraid of him.

If he had asked Meizhi, he might be able to understand after knowing what Meizhi had experienced.

Meizhi lowered her eyes, and she felt that the real person's hand seemed to hold her soul, but no matter how he moved, Meizhi's soul was far stronger than ordinary people, not to mention, she had swallowed a Tianyuan.

She raised her hand and grabbed onto the real person's wrist without changing her expression. Although she didn't have much strength, the mantra on her body was like a strong elastic membrane, and it slammed into the real person's stomach like an arrow. , The young man who hadn't reacted widened his eyes when he was ejected and landed on the wall of the school not far away.

It was the first time she used spell power, and it felt particularly novel. She used it very well, because the real person who was already in a daze was hit by surprise.

Tian Yuan's attack power was not good enough, Meizhi felt that the spell power on her body had decreased a little, she could only use the spell power as a shield, she was unwilling to fight with him, Mei Zhi took a step back, and was about to run away, The real person rushed towards her like a spring.

He laughed like he found a fun toy, and like a cat playing with a mouse: "Don't run away."

He grabbed the brim of Meizhi's hat and pulled it back. Meizhi opened the barrier a little jerky and pushed his hand away, pulled back the brim of her hat again, and stared back at him.

But in the eyes of real people, the girl's stern face is also cute, like a fledgling kitten, meowing at the beasts that are already able to hunt and kill food, which has no warning effect at all.

This kind of physique, the first time he met someone who couldn't be transformed even if he touched his soul, his blood was already boiling with excitement.

And the noise they made here also attracted the attention of the group of people in the building above.

The man with stripes on his body glanced downstairs, just a simple glance was enough for him to see the girl's face clearly.

The face, voice and smile that were once engraved in his mind, as well as the last call that was extremely weak before dying, all seemed to echo in his mind.

His expression was completely different from the rampant one just now, he muttered "beautiful knowledge" in a low voice, the two-faced Su Nuo looked extremely gloomy, turned around and jumped downstairs.

The name Meizhi seemed to open a door, and Gojo Satoru was almost subconsciously stiff. He lifted the blindfold and looked in Meizhi's direction. Even though it was far away, he could see Meizhi's face clearly.

That was Miichi's face.

Fu Heihui called Teacher Wujo, but the man who was joking and joking withdrew the smile on his face, as if he saw something that shocked him so much, that serious look couldn't be associated with Wujo Wu.

"Hui," the white-haired young man told him simply, his voice trembling unknowingly, "here you deal with it."

The boy with short black hair stared wide-eyed, looking at Gojo Wutiao's figure who jumped straight down: "Hey! Teacher Wutiao, don't be so irresponsible! How to deal with the two-faced Su Nuo?!"

Meizhi who was being called by name didn't pay attention, and Masato had already run behind her.

Meizhi, who still can't fully control the spell power, sensed the danger on the back of her neck, and instantly her hairs rose, and a man's sinister smile came from her ear, with a childlike viciousness, and the barrier had not yet formed, and her neck After the pain, she passed out.

The real person hugged her in his arms, and just as he was about to leave, the pink-haired man had stood in front of him at some point blocking his way forward, the corners of his mouth were curled up, and his red pupils were full of madness, his speed was too fast, the real person hadn't Before he had time to react, the two-faced Su Nuo, who was wearing the knotweed Youren, was already very close to him. Their eyes blended in the air, the real person's fear, and the two-faced Su Nuo's killing intent.

When the man raised his fist and swung it, the wind was almost torn apart. The real person watched the fist fall on his cheek, the force almost knocked out his teeth, and the magnetic voice close to his ear was low and dark. Dumb: "The bastard—"

"Is she something you can touch?"