Illness Men's Manual

Yuwuzhi glanced at the curse spirit downstairs who was desperately chasing and killing them. It was obvious that the strength of these two children was absolutely inferior to this quasi-first-level curse spirit.

unless……

Unless the strength among them has the level of a first-class magician.

She already knew the level of this white-haired boy. Although potential could be exploded in a magician, he couldn't break through the limit instantly because he was a magician.

...unless life is exchanged for life.

Then the only possibility is this child.

Yuwuzhi shifted his eyes to Yigu Youta, the magic weapon was just an ordinary magic tool, and if it relied on the output of the magic tool, its strength would not exceed the second level at most.

But what if it is... with a spell tool as the medium?

So how much magic power will this boy have in his body?

Since the curse spirit in his body has reached the point where even Xia Youjie, who holds countless special grades, covets him, is there a curse that is more powerful than the super grade? !

Yuwuzhi showed a surprised look, is it true or not?

"Why do I feel that something is watching me..." Yi Gu Youta scratched his head unnaturally while running away and asked the dog Juanji: "Could it be that little guy just now?"

The two of them played with the curse spirit without looking back, chasing and fleeing.

Curlythorn glanced back, seeming to distance himself.

"Speaking of which, its eyes are very human-like just now..." Yi Gu Youtai stopped to take a breath, and still had time to chat with the dog Juanji, and smiled shyly: "If it is a human, it should be very cute It's a girl, she's very similar to Lixiang..."

When the voice stopped, Yi Guyoutai's eyes darkened.

"Big mustard?"

The dog curly spine tilted his head, who was Li Xiang?

Yu Wuzhi's eyes followed the two boys all the time, but he was more interested in Xia Youjie than Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie hugged Wuzhi and returned to the dark place, looking down at her with probing eyes.

"Since when have you cared so much about humans?"

Wuzhi and Wuzhi ignored each other's inquiries, and lazily looked away, closing their eyes as if they were thinking about something.

Next, it is the special session for teenagers.

It is also the so-called good show.

The scene where Yigu Youtai and Gou Juanji join hands to exorcise the quasi-first-level curse spirit is neither gorgeous nor magnificent, and even a bit embarrassed, covered in blood, walking together.

Xia Youjie quickly opened the tent with a wave, and watched the two injured teenagers leave.

She thought Xia Youjie would go too far.

After all, he didn't seem to be such a rational person, but he just stuck out the tip of his tongue, and even spread his hands to explain a little jokingly.

"If you don't leave, Wu Ke will fly over. To be cautious, let's choose a time when he can't get away."

Xia Youjie still uses a very intimate name for Wujo Satoru. The two people who used to be close friends now go against each other and choose different endings.

but……

Gojo Satoru could still find out that Xia Youjie's technique was filthy.

Because no one knows each other better than they do.

"I'm very sorry, there was an unexpected situation in this mission, it's all because of my negligence, please punish..."

"Ah, it's okay, because the opponent is too powerful."

"So, do you know who the prisoner is?"

"..."

After a long time, a sigh came from the school corridor covered in dim light.

"Well, it's not a secret after all."

"Yo! Yuta! What's the matter?"

"Well... I want to ask Mr. Wujo some questions."

"Well, tell me!"

"May I ask if animals are not afraid of curse spirits? Or, will curse spirits not harm animals?"

"Eh... um...why do you ask that?"

Silent night.

Neither did Wuzhi and Xia Youjie.

It's just that each of them closed their eyes and carried out a silent exploration, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet night.

The moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

The ancient courtyard is shrouded in brilliance.

This is not Pan Xing Sect, but Xia Youjie's residence.

A standard old house in the forest, with a simple and elegant courtyard and a spacious and simple interior, this place is completely far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Xia Youjie likes to stay here alone when he has nothing to do, away from the monkeys.

So for the next few days, he and Kiriori were left here, and the carefully crafted dormitory was like a cage covered with a coat.

Although Xia Youjie closed his eyes, his finger bones were still tapping on the smooth ground.

Compared with Kiriori, his gentle ups and downs are more like animals that have been sleeping for a long time.

"Can't sleep?"

Xia Youjie spoke suddenly.

The black-haired man with a good bone appearance couldn't hold his breath anymore. He opened his eyes, got up, walked to Wuzhi and sat down next to him, his brows were as warm as water flowing under the moon.

Yuwuzhi didn't want to talk to him, but felt his body lighten, and he hugged him forcibly.

"..."

Again, Xia Youjie's actions became more and more aggressive.

Wuzhi and him looked at each other, one person and one fox.

The black-haired leader took off his loose cassock, and was wearing a light black T-shirt. He squinted slightly, his eyes seemed soft but with a hint of coldness.

Yuriori's right paw was lifted slightly, and before she could react, the originally quiet man suddenly threw it down.

"!?"

Xia Youjie buried his head into his furry neck and took a deep breath until Yu Wuzhi came back to his senses, and immediately jumped violently.

"Good, don't make trouble."

A slightly hoarse voice muffled from his ears, black hair and snow-white hair were intertwined chaotically and decadently.

Xia Youjie lazily raised his head, watching the other party's angry pupils covered with his own shadow, like a sparkling lake.

"Ha, really..."

He laughed and murmured in a low voice, not knowing what was wrong with him, perhaps it was the rescued fundraisers who came to him specially during the routine activities of the Panxing Sect today, and praised him for a while.

What a Buddha-like person.

……

Ha, Buddha or something, don’t you understand it very well?

It's just a monkey who raises funds or collects spells for him, and the little help he gets in exchange for long-term use is regarded as a god.

Why do gods take pity on stupid people who can't even distinguish between good and evil?

Xia Youjie stared at Wuzhi with lowered eyelashes, and his too pale fingertips gently pinched its flesh pads, his stubborn desire to control suddenly rose at this moment.

He who will have a wonderful and twisted pleasure because of this...

Do you also suffer from some kind of disease?

"Accidentally dreamed about something from the past again, when we were on the island of Okinawa." Xia Youjie let go of Wu Zhi, lay on her side beside her, and casually changed the subject.

Furious with Wuzhi, he grabbed it with his backhand!

Xia Youjie, who had been on guard for a long time, tilted his head to avoid it, and then continued to attack him with his claws, and even jumped into the air to kick him.

Xia Youjie sat up helplessly, and was accidentally scratched again.

Thinking about the half-new scratches on his arms and neck, Xia Youjie didn't want to get new injuries before he healed, and he was leaving tomorrow, so it would be bad to lose face.

It's a pity that the extremely angry desire to fight Wuzhi was very strong, and he turned his body nimbly, and attacked Xia Youjie mercilessly.

"Okay, I know I was wrong."

Xia Youjie didn't apologize sincerely.

"As an apology, I won't take you out tomorrow and let you rest for a day, how about it?"

Xia Youjie actually planned to keep her here?

What is he going to do tomorrow?

Yuri weaving stopped, seeming to be thinking.

Xia Youjie put his sleeves on and smiled like a carefully carved Buddha statue.

"I'm going to collect mine tomorrow, the last curse."

The last curse...

The curse spirit in that black-haired kid!

"You probably don't know yet." Xia Youjie smiled, smoothed the hair along her chin comfortingly, and hooked her fingertips, "That curse spirit is called Xiben Lixiang, and it was formed by that child's curse." of the curse."

"..."

And Kiriori vaguely felt it too.

At that time, Yi Gu Youtai's curse spirit had not yet been summoned, but Xia Youjie's curse spirit was easily exorcised by the magic power leaked through the medium of the spell tool.

"It turned out to be born out of love as a curse—curse the queen."

Xia Youjie's voice seemed to tremble a little, as if he was sighing and holding back something, "Do you believe it can have the power to change the world?"

Love is the most twisted curse.

This point and Kiriori have always known that she was born as a god born of a collection of desires, and love is the most violent desire among them.

But what would you do if you got that curse spirit.

What can you gain by trapping me here.

Yu Wuzhi opened her mouth, unable to speak, she chose to be silent, her fluffy tail also collapsed, she walked to the side and sat down, ignoring Xia Youjie who was getting nervous in the middle of the night.

"...!?"

As soon as she sat down, Xia Youjie stretched out her hand to grab it back, and Wuzhi was startled, and then a warm touch came from her forehead, which stunned her.

Was, was kissed! ?

Yuwu Zhinu started from his heart, and swung his merciless claws towards him!

Three bloodstains immediately appeared on Xia Youjie's cheeks, and the blood immediately gushed out, dripping across his smooth chin and falling onto the tatami.

"..."

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, without exaggerated pain, just stared at her quietly.

Yuwuzhi was still angry but was stared at by these jet-black pupils, there was always a trap that those pupils could only accommodate her.

So cunning.

He and Wuzhi choked up for a moment, perfectly interchanging roles, as if he was the victim.

Xia Youjie didn't care about the bleeding wound on his face, the scarlet blood washed his fair skin, and the overly morbid scene made his breath depressed.

"Do you hate me?"

he asked suddenly.

Yuri also told him with his eyes.

She hates all conjurers.

But it doesn't mean that she will hurt the conjurer for no reason, she will still listen to the prayers of those people, and she still hates them.

"Then do you hate me?"

"..."

Kiriori neither nodded nor shook his head.

There is no doubt that Xia Youjie's every move is gentle.

Even though keeping her in this state and being trapped by her side doesn't do anything to her, perhaps freedom is rare and precious for human beings with short lives, and they should be abhorred.

But she understands how long her time is.

It's been so long that I don't care about anything anymore.

She always leaves.

Just like when Gojo Gozo was entered into the dream.

But do you want to say that you don't hate--?

It's alright for a mere magician to want to stand shoulder to shoulder with a god, but she still wants to pull her off the altar, and she should be angry and loathed.

If Wuzhi and Wuzhi can speak, they may respond to him honestly: "I hate it."

Because the spell was lifted at this moment, she would kill Xia Youjie.

But now her nodding and shaking her head have become the dividing line that cannot be decided.

Feeling this stagnation, Xia Youjie suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, revealing his soft pupils like melting glaciers, covered by the ink color of thick hair for many years, he almost forgot his original eye color.

"Perhaps my choice will be..."

The second half of the unspoken words were swallowed by Xia Youjie, his Adam's apple slipped a few times, and he smiled at Wuzhi: "But you are by my side, so there is nothing to worry about."

He pressed his forehead against Yuzhi's forehead, and sprayed his breath between them, entangled to death.

"I haven't forgotten either, what you said to me at that time."

The scars on Xia Youjie's cheeks faintly condensed into blood scars.

The smell of blood lingered in Wuzhi's extremely sensitive nose at the moment, thick and dark.

This place is like hell, she and Xia Youjie are like people buried in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Do you have a wish.

A wish from the bottom of my heart.