so what about the cursed king

The container of the two-faced Su Nuo is missing.

Although it was only a few days, it was enough for Gojo Satoru to be annoyed to death by those old guys in the magic world.

"Is that why you changed the location of the game to my house?"

At three o'clock in the morning, Aoi Ayanokouji tried to flick a marble on the head of Gojo Satoru, who was rooted on the sofa in her house.

Obviously it didn't work out.

The transparent glass bead was ruthlessly blocked by No Lower Limit, it jumped twice on the ground, and soon rolled back to her feet.

Gojo Satoru blinked, and he turned to look at her, with messy hair and a lollipop in his mouth, looking like a rebellious high school student.

"Hey——" the strongest man in the magic world dragged his tone like a complaint, he stretched out a finger confidently, and pointed at Xia Youjie who was sitting leisurely beside him, "Leave when Jie finishes writing the report for me."

Xia Youjie took a sip of his coffee and didn't even look at him: "Stop dreaming."

"But besides me, you, the hostage, know about Little Sunflower." Gojo Satoru held his chin with an innocent expression on his face.

His eyelashes are so long that they are most obvious in the reflection of the TV.

Jealousy makes Aoi Ayanokouji completely unrecognizable.

But she quickly grasped the point.

Good guy, she said why Gojo Satoru wasn't surprised when she brought Knotweed Yuren back. It turned out that she took Xia Youjie as a hostage.

"I'll write it," said the guilty god.

She slapped her palm on a thick stack of white paper, looking very imposing.

Gojo Satoru glanced at her: "... "The Adventures of Yourhito"?"

Aoi Ayanokoji: "Vulgar."

Aoi Ayanokoji: "I have to write a book "It's the World's Fault About Knotweed's Disappearance".

Gojo Satoru imagined that beginning.

Ah, good middle school.

Just right for blinding the eyes of those rotten oranges.

Gojo Satoru, who had solved his troubles, pushed back the small sunglasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose.

The sofa in Ayanokouji's house was a bit short for him, and the man who couldn't stretch himself stretched his legs and fell backward on the backrest.

The broken hair on his forehead fell with gravity, and a pair of blue eyes leaked through the gap in the sunglasses.

"I found the curse of escaping."

Yansuo, this is the name Ling Xiaolu Aoi sent to Wujo Wu after hearing the conversation between Li Mei and Su Nuo.

Gojo Satoru had no impression of this before, but when he called out this name to a woman with sutures on her head, the other party's reaction was quite funny.

Of course, he was trampled to death.

After all, he is the strongest.

"Oh." Aoi Aoi responded casually, "And then?"

"What then?"

"Other curses."

"It was delayed because of Youruto." Gojo Satoru said as a matter of course, and at the end he did not forget to look at her with condemning eyes, "It's all Little Sunflower's fault."

Aoi Aoi cooperated with him and laughed twice, "As a compensation, why don't you give me a photo of the rotten orange you mentioned?"

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Aoi Lingkoulu: "I'm not a magician, so I can't do anything to trouble them."

What's more, her sense of presence is low, as long as she doesn't speak first, no one will notice that she is boxing next to them.

It is very suitable for creating supernatural events.

Gojo Satoru rarely felt that what she said made sense, he looked at her with the eyes of discovering the new world, and the corners of his lips curled up happily.

"I'll print a hundred copies for you."

"...It doesn't have to be."

"Can you take a picture of me after you're done?"

"It's immoral."

"100."

"..."

Aoi Ayanokouji took out a blank checkbook and handed it to Gojo Satoru respectfully.

"I stripped them naked and hung them on a tree for you to take pictures."

No way, he gave too much.

She can even strip them and give them a whole Barbie fantasy look.

Aoi Ayanokouji is very efficient.

She was the one who bought all the bandages in Yokohama overnight, and Gojo Satoru received a document of 20G the next morning.

Multi-camera shooting, conscience business.

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to pass it on to Jia Ruozi, but he accidentally clicked it into a group post.

"I suddenly felt that it's not bad to make a fortune like this. Whoever stipulates that getting rich must follow the right path." Aoi Ayanokoji said so in front of Yaken Toshiro.

Yaken Toshiro didn't change his face: "General, be careful with your words."

But in fact Yaken Toshiro also felt that her words made sense.

But as a close servant, he should correct her wrong thoughts.

"Speaking of which, isn't the money you saved enough to build the Shrine?"

Aoi Ayanokouji felt guilty: "No more."

Yaken Toshiro froze for a moment, and was obviously surprised when he looked at her.

Fu Sangshen frowned: "I remember you said this is your dream."

"Hmm." Aoi Aoi Ayanokoulu replied vaguely.

She herself couldn't explain why, but her mood changed subtly at some point.

just like.

just like……

"I don't need other people to pay homage to me anymore." The god lightly kicked the stones by his feet and muttered.

She once said to the two-faced Su Nuo that greed is a good thing.

But she doesn't want to become greedy now.

-

Two days later, Aoi Ayanokouji received a text message from Gojo Satoru while having afternoon tea.

He sent a photo, one side is Hana Yu with only half of his body left, and the other is Mouhu with only one head left, Gojo Satoru stands in the middle, comparing with each other with a bright smile.

Hearing Xia Youjie say that he had to force the two curses to laugh with him, but the curses also have self-esteem, Gojo Satoru could only "reluctantly" put a flower on the top of Leohu's volcano.

It's more villain than villain.

Aoi Aoi kept the photo calmly and drank the whole cup of milk tea.

She stood up and pushed open the door.

The crisp sound of wind chimes sounded in the wind. The girl lowered her head and looked at the leaves that would shatter when stepped on. She realized that it was already autumn.

"You found me so quickly." In the deserted alley, the real person's head came out of the sewer.

His form was weird and distorted, but when he stood in front of her, he turned into a human form again.

Ling Koji Aoi spread her hands: "Who told you to call me mother?"

Although I can't see the magic power, I always feel that he will appear here.

After all, it is a child who has been raised for so many years, so there must be some tacit understanding.

"Tell me about it."

Aoi Lingkoulu opened her mouth and said, holding a Taidao in her hand, the back of the sword was draped over her shoulders through a layer of clothes, looking calm and unhurried.

"When are you going to use inaction to transform me?"

The real person blinked, he seemed a little surprised that she knew this, and then burst out laughing.

The more he laughed, the happier he was. He covered his stomach with both hands, his shoulders trembled, and his body arched in a nice arc.

"What?" Zhenren stretched out his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his knuckles, "That's [Xia You's] plan, and it has nothing to do with me."

After he finished laughing, his slow tone was gentle and tender, like honey mixed with poison.

"Besides, wouldn't that be nice."

"In this way, mother and father can be together forever."

After the real man finished speaking, he held out his hand to her.

"I've already experimented."

"There will be no painful way."

A curse born from the malice of man to man, always pretending to be innocent and understanding.

If you are not careful, you will be fooled by him.

Aoi Ayanokouji didn't want to be fooled a second time.

So she cut off the hand that was reaching out to her.

"It was rejected." Zhenren glanced at his empty shoulder.

He looked a bit downcast, but soon laughed again.

It was a smile with no pretense, no innocence and cuteness, only twisted horror.

"[Multiple souls]"

Daoist lazily raised his eyelids, he stared at the golden color in front of his eyes, and the ending sound was soft.

"—[Pull Body]"

Fuse two or more cyborgs together, use the rejection reaction to increase the quality of cyborgs explosively, and then shoot at the opponent.

Aoi Ayanokouji was not surprised at all, the sword in her hand turned around, and the golden spiritual power poured down the silver blade.

"Everything makes me feel weak."

"Obviously I just can't beat Su Nuo and Velociraptor."

The surrounding buildings within 20 meters shattered, and the trees scorched by the flames gave off an unpleasant smell.

Aoi Ayanokouji split her palm.

Her blood dripped down little by little under the sun, burning a circle of light under her feet.

"Kalpa, life, life, vexation, vision, filth, evil and impurity."

"In the name of my Ling Xiaolu, I will clear away the evil world of five turbidities."

Something is slowly gathering.

The real man saw her soul in a firelight.

Swaying, but rising slowly in the darkness.

"Do you know how to protect sweetheart?"

"It's so cute, I've wanted to have one for a long time."

In the third form, she didn't even use it against the two-faced Su Nuo.

After all, life is exchanged, which is painful and costly, and you have to be reborn when you run out.

The god sighed to himself, and bound the cursed neck with chains.

It keeps tightening and tightening again, like a shackle, and like a collar, crushing the soul cruelly, and then reorganizing it lovingly.

"Do not be sad."

Aoi Ayanokouji lowered her eyes, she came closer, and rubbed Masato's head as before.

【It really exists, my lord. 】

[Really, my name is Real. 】

【Are you going to abandon me? 】

"God will not abandon her believers."

Even though he was saying such words in a gentle voice, Masato felt unprecedented fear.

He subconsciously wanted to use the domain, but when he raised his eyes, he met that scarlet gaze.

Su Nuo propped his head on both sides, sat on the throne made of bones, and looked down at him carelessly.

The two shadows merged together at this moment.

"Real people."

In Reality's memory as a curse, this was the last time his "mother" called his name.

"I love you too."

Concealing the indifference under the appearance of generosity, this is called divinity.

After the god finished speaking, he pressed her palm down.

She closed his eyes for him.