Color painting collection and a certain strongest

"Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness

Dirty and filthy, pull out as many as possible. "

In the abandoned school, a staff member put down the 'tent' and watched a veteran first-class magician, Yamada Ichiro enter the school gate.

Looking at the old figure that disappeared in the dilapidated stairway.

The emotional newcomer clenched his fist with one hand and burst into tears: Don't worry, Mr. Yamada, although there are rumors that you are suspected of going to the black market to receive rewards for money, but now, you are a great figure who will never return in order to stop the super curse, I, Tsuruta Always in my heart!

The moment the old man in kimono entered the building, a golden subspace appeared beside the old man, and a young boy with white hair and a young boy with black hair walked out of it.

The two of them were neatly dressed, and the elegance and extravagance of their gestures were incompatible with the mottled walls.

The old man stepped forward without any surprise, and bowed respectfully to Lantang: "Master Lantang", and then bowed to Gojo Satoru: "It's the first time meeting Master Gojo, my lord Yamada Ichiro."

"Wow!" Wujo Gojo's blue eyes sparkled, he rushed forward at a brisk pace, pulled his clothes and ears at Ichiro Yamada, looked left and right, and quickly lost interest.

"What, you don't feel it."

Yamada Ichiro's smile remained unchanged, leading the way under Rantang's order.

While pulling the white cat that was running around, Lan Tang answered the little white cat's curiosity: "No, it is said that it still has feelings, but the five senses are the same as pain, just like there is a layer of glass. You don’t need to sleep, and you don’t feel tired.”

The white cat vigorously broke free from the shit shovel officer's hand, and slipped to the front: "No wonder I always feel that the guy behind me is the same person."

Lan Tang paused, and couldn't help looking at the back of the white cat.

Gojo Satoru turned back with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"No..." Lan Tang withdrew his surprised gaze, and walked past him to the depths of the field: "I just didn't expect you to really find out."

Thinking of tracking and protecting Tool Man No. [-], Yamamoto is still a Rare Book guy, complaining that Gojo Satoru would disappear if he didn't pay attention, and he would send a domesticated shikigami to search endlessly.

Lan Tang, who doesn't regard tool people as human beings, couldn't help feeling guilty for a second.

And he deeply regretted the act of sending bodyguards, which fueled Gojo Satoru's arrogance to roam around.

"So Lantang's spell is to manipulate the corpse and the space called 'color painting collection'."

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Oh, is it really okay to tell me such an important secret~"

"Of course" Lan Tang replied without hesitation.

In the boy's golden green eyes, there was a gentle smile hidden in his eyes.

The cold and indifferent words drifted to the rear.

"You won't say it"

I believe you.

"Wow, you're so confident, Lan~Tang~"

Gojo Satoru's characteristic laughing voice sounded from behind.

Lan Tang kept a straight face, not wanting to forgive the bastard who scribbled on his face so quickly, but the smile in his eyes became more and more gentle uncontrollably: "Of course."

I also trust my vision.

On the top floor, the special-grade curse spirit stayed there generously and did not move. Watching the old and the young slowly climb up the stairs, the breath was weak, it bared its teeth, and the long black and purple tongue dripped and dripped. Corroded small pits on the concrete floor.

"I...beautiful..." A piercing voice sounded like glass rubbing against each other.

Yamada Ichiro stood guard at the door.

Lan Tang, who naturally pursued romance and beauty, was so ugly that he took a step back, looked at Wujo Wusai and signaled: Come on, hone your actual combat skills, I'll watch, you won't die.

I don't know if Gojo Satoru understood, but the little white cat complained lazily after receiving the sight.

One side gave a middle finger to the ugly monster that was barely humanoid.

"Hahaha, you are so ugly~"

The curse spirit, who had been restless, was furious in an instant, and roared to the sky. Countless pitch-black vines with poisonous thorns gushed out from all directions, and the entire space was surrounded.

This is the field!

The smaller and tougher vines spiraled into solid pitch-black thorns, and the curse spirit and the vines appeared in front of Gojo Satoru at such a speed that he could only see afterimages.

Seeing that even if he dodges the fist, the thrusting technique launched in the domain and applied to the domain cannot be dodged.

Gojo Satoru simply opened his arms, gave up resistance, and exposed his vitals.

He grinned excitedly.

Sarah, let me see.

Lantang, what is your choice? !

Wujo Gojo's blue eyes are full of gambling madness!

If you lose, even if you survive by chance, you will be seriously injured, and there will be an old enemy that you must kill in the future.

If he wins, he will gain close friends who can give life and death, like-minded companions, and the same kind who laugh at the highest scenery together.

Earned!

The golden subspace unfolded instantly.

The terrifying strength of the super-level spell spirit that could easily penetrate an entire building stagnated instantly, and the spells and domains disappeared like bubbles that would disperse when blown.

what.

Won.

A smile flashed in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

In the dim corridor, the cubic subspace exudes a beautiful golden light, dispelling the heavy darkness.

Seeing the hideous and distorted ugly face of the curse spirit so close at hand, even the long tongue dripping with saliva is clear.

Gojo Satoru instantly looked disgusted, and with a retching sound of 'vomit', he turned his head and complained coquettishly to his 'best friend' standing behind him

"Lantang, it's not good to just pull it out, I'm disgusted~"

Lan Tang's small body was hidden in the shadows, and the golden light from the 'color painting book' did not illuminate his dark face.

Gojo Satoru blinked, and the 'six eyes' made him observe something wrong.

However, the joy brought by the victory of this gamble overwhelmed the instinctive anxiety.

So, he dragged his voice and acted like a baby again: "Lan~Tang~~"

Lan Tang moved.

He came slowly from the shadow around the corner, faster and faster until he was galloping.

Gojo Satoru happily opened his arms to welcome his best friend who had just given his trust

Lan Tang approached.

He jumped up and punched Wujo Wujo!