Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

After Wujo Satoru said that sentence, time seemed to stand still.

In the pedestrian street in the afternoon, the two people who stopped were particularly conspicuous among the people who were constantly shuttling back and forth.

Zhong also felt guilty, and the tense atmosphere spread.

Pedestrians around turned a blind eye to them and walked away without showing the slightest curiosity.

Due to some well-known irresistible factors, Zhong also had to raise his head slightly to stare at the opponent's face—damn it, he should have stopped a step further away from him just now.

Even so, they couldn't see each other's eyes.

The other party's annoying eyes hidden behind the sunglasses looked at him with interest.

It's really frustrating.

After hearing that question, even though he was out of breath for a moment, Chuya still reacted quickly.

"Heh, you're talking about the bastard who threw us here?" He frowned, and his tone was not very good. "I came after him, and I somehow got here."

"Is that so?" Gojo Satoru observed the other party quietly, and after a few seconds, an innocent smile burst into the corner of his mouth, "What a coincidence, I am too."

This dwarf just showed the expression of being hit for a moment, right?He is not blind.

"It's such a wonderful fate! In your opinion, how can we get out of here?"

Gojo Satoru stretched his waist, and twisted his waist in a rather leisurely manner.

"Hurry up and end it. This weather is more suitable for taking a nap, rather than shopping in the sun."

Nakaya's cobalt blue pupils reflected the strange figure of Bai Mao, and he was also thinking about the opponent's reaction in his mind.

Trapped in a strange place, maybe the attacker will come out from behind some building in the next second, but the result is still a look of indifference.In the end, do you have absolute confidence in your own strength, or...

Then again, this unreliable look is so damn familiar.

Thinking of this, Zhong also ignored Gojo Satoru's last exclamation, and continued the previous question: "I don't know."

He never knew that the fake bastard had the ability to construct illusions, and it seemed that he deliberately concealed his strength.

Uncle has fought against each other so many times, but he has never been serious?And this white hair forced him to unleash his ultimate move?

Chuya, who was already in a bad mood, thought of this, and his expression became even more ferocious.

"Oh, oh, that's really difficult."

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair and was silent for a while.

The domain is embarrassing, but the illusion in front of him has no fluctuations in mana power, that is to say, it is difficult to judge the location of the weak point.Moreover, after such a delay, the originally sensed breath also disappeared.

In this way, the guy in front of him is the only clue.

Not to mention that he himself is suspicious enough.

Gojo Satoru looked around again.

The sun falls on the body, bringing a real warm feeling, surrounded by the sound of pedestrian footsteps, the sound of music in the store, and the faint chirping of cicadas that can only be heard when you are quiet.

Prosperous and drunk, Lang Xi, everything seems so ordinary except for the two of them who are out of place.

"Why are you chasing him?"

"What are you doing here?"

As if to interrupt the strangely silent atmosphere, the two spoke at the same time.

……

Outside the illusion, Yuli, who was always paying attention to the movement in the arena, ran wildly all the way in a state of anxiety.

Generally speaking, fire is the main way to break illusions.But if it is subjected to a sufficiently violent energy attack, the illusion will also be shattered, not only that, but the illusionist himself will also suffer backlash.

However, these two people are powerful DPS, and a fight is enough to turn her fantasy world upside down.

Yuli prayed while driving: Please, don't fight, at least wait until she returns to the dessert shop and refrains from drinking!

At this time, Wujo Wuju was lucky enough to refute and decide the other party.

"Of course it's for the ghosts he will do in Takase, those weird things..."

Looking at the other person with scrutiny, Chuya folded his arms.

"Oh, you know a lot."

With his hands in his pockets, Gojo Satoru's meaningful eyes fell on Nakaya.

"What do you mean?"

"I suggest you tell me everything you know, it will save me a lot of time." Gojo Satoru continued to smile.

"Hmph, I know what you're thinking, but illusion is not my field—"

Zhong, whose irritability had almost reached the critical point, stomped the ground impatiently and activated his ability.

There was a muffled sound, and crack trails radiated from the sunken place under his feet, and the broken cement block slowly rose with a faint red light.

Gojo Satoru: Oh, is this going to be a battle?

He stretched out a hand, put the edge of the sunglasses in a leisurely manner, and was about to take off the sunglasses, revealing those dazzling blue eyes——

Between the two young masters in the magic world and the magic world, who will be the better one, let us see—ah.

Just moments before the two actually fought, the illusion of the bustling pedestrian street suddenly shattered into pieces, revealing the appearance of the real world.

The first sight is a simple and humble street, and the houses in the distance are stacked and stretched towards the sky.

Obviously, they returned to a certain corner of Saibo Street.

Chuya, Gojo Satoru: ...

I can't fight the fight I want to fight, why do I feel even more uncomfortable.

The moment the illusion was shattered, a strong man in black humming a little tune passed by them.

The lucky passer-by who found strange people suddenly descending from the sky around him (the point is that one of the teenagers looks damn familiar) turned pale with fright, and then ran away desperately.

Oh, this is a normal passerby, isn't it?

System: "Congratulations, you are just a little bit away from playing off."

In the dessert shop, Yuri, who was in urgent need of sugar to calm down her shock, unceremoniously took a portion from the ready-to-pack delivery items lined up on the table. Behind her, Eita began to redo it without speaking out.

She felt the cool and sweet iced red bean soup slide down her throat, let out a breath slowly, and felt that she was healed.

The next second, the wind chime hanging at the door of the store jingled, and Zhongya, who she thought had left on her own, pushed the door open and entered.

Behind him was the familiar white hair.

Caught off guard, Yuri choked, and immediately began to cough earth-shatteringly.

Chuya leaned against the store door with one hand, and turned his head with a bad expression: "Why are you following me?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's just on the way."

He stepped into the store naturally with Zhongye's oppressive gaze.

"The edamame millefeuille I bought just now, I want another one~"

The snack bag I was carrying just now was accidentally left in the illusion, and now I don't know where it fell.

Yuli: I was panicking a lot in my heart, but I still had to keep my face steady.

She poked her head out from behind the counter and said hello as usual.

"Hey! Could it be that Chuya also came to eat desserts? Don't you not like sweets?"

"Just drink whatever you want...something with less sugar."

Chu, who didn't know why he abducted into the dessert shop, pressed his hat and issued a statement.

Gojo Satoru, who was waiting for packing, glanced at it and made a sound of sudden realization.

"No wonder you are so short. It turns out that you don't like sweets." He pointed to himself with a thumbs up, "If you want to grow taller, you have to eat twice as much sugar. You are still far behind."

Zhong Ye:?I reasonably suspect that you are playing me.

Zhong Ye, who was already very upset because of the other party's existence and was trampled on his sore feet, also made a grumpy voice: "Is it because you are too tall and lack of oxygen? I will kill your body right away." Step your head on the ground and give you a deep treatment—”

Chuya & Gojo Satoru: Heh, someone dares to provoke me like this.

Good guy, is it possible that her illusion mirror is broken?

In a hurry, Yuri jumped up and pushed the two boys outside.

"Fighting is not allowed in my shop! Fight out!"

"Well, since the shop manager has spoken, for the sake of the delicious edamame mille-feuille, let me forgive your offense." Wujo Wu stepped forward with his long legs, reached out to pick up his freshly baked dim sum, and walked backwards from the shop out.

"I will come again after the dessert you made before is on the shelves!"

The fake spell spirit has been crushed, the perpetrator fled, confirmed that it was not the work of the conjurer, and made a call to report the situation, and this matter can be ignored in the future.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and happily slipped away.

Yuri: Thank you, but still not.

"what?"

Nakaya stared at Gojo Satoru's back with displeasure until he disappeared.

He immediately sank his face, turned his head and stared at Yuri imposingly, and asked, "Did you invite him to eat the snacks you made?"

Yuri blinked: "It's not considered a treat for him...and don't you don't want to eat sweets..."

Why, why do you look at me with such eyes that you cheated?

Since the appearance of Xinghei Chuangzhen, Yuri has basically stopped cooking, except for tinkering with new desserts.

If you want to eat the dishes she made herself, you can only choose desserts.

Damn... If you want to blame it, blame the dim sum for being too sweet!

Thinking about it this way, Zhong also felt that he was very confident: "You are now surrounded by people with impaired taste, and the sweeter you make it. A qualified dessert shop should meet the needs of customers with different tastes."

"Well, you have a point, let me think about it..."

Yuri propped his head on his left hand, and turned the pen with the other hand, and launched a new idea with the theme of "desserts that can satisfy Chuya".

After thinking for a while, she slipped into the kitchen.

Zhong Ye leaned on the counter in a daze for a while, for some reason, Bai Mao's strange talk appeared in his mind again.

Speaking of which, the kid who was picked up not long ago, who was also addicted to sweets, grew up after being taken in, and his height almost surpassed him.

Wait a minute... Is there a [-]% chance that what that dead white hair said is the truth?

Milk, eggs, lots of exercise, sleep, everything he's tried so far hasn't allowed him to catch up to the bastard Dazai's growth rate.

And this white hair... How did it grow to 1.9 meters... Damn, how did it do it...

…………… Want to try?

Zhong also knocked on the table, lost in thought.