After being disabled, I become the strongest spell
Chapter 14 That Young Master
The air seemed to be frozen, and the study was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.
The butler looked at Gojo Sora with a complicated expression.
At this moment, he didn't know what to say.
Because, the trash they thought might not be the real trash, but gained power in another way—the sky and the curse.
As the steward of the Gojo family, Gojo Junichiro knows far more about the magic world than others. Just like Gojo Sora said before, the sky and the curse are exchanged for the body and the power of the spell, and the power of the spell is obtained.
This is a curse, but also a gift from God.
But there’s no denying that it’s also a strength.
This young master, I'm afraid the visitor is not kind.
From the fact that he was able to lurk in Italy for 17 years without being noticed anything unusual, the housekeeper knew that this man's means and scheming should not be underestimated, even better than Gojo Satoru.
After today, he might change his mind about this young master.
Patriarch Wutiao who sat on the top squinted his eyes slightly, looking down at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair, his eyes were dim and difficult to see.
He had to admit that Wujo Kong was far more like him than Wujo Wu.
On the surface, he has a gentle personality and is easy to bully, but inside he is very deep in the city, and he did not hesitate to endure for 17 years. Once he returned to his home, he showed the power he possessed to prove that Wujo Kong is not a waste.
It was they who were blind.
Sorcerer is a rare spell in the magic world.
So far, only the Goumaki family is left in the family of spellcasters.
It's a pity that Wujokong has no magic power, and even can't see the curse.Moreover, spellcasters are accompanied by greater risks. When encountering opponents with a large difference in level, they may even be backlashed.With Gojo Sora's physical condition, any backlash would be life-threatening.
Only relying on the spell ability obtained in exchange for the sky and the curse, for the five patriarchs, he-has no useable value.
The curse, appearing on him is just a waste of talent.
He's still a piece of shit.
The Patriarch of Wujo will not admit to Wujo Kong, let alone have any regrets about it.
Even so, this son is extremely similar to him.
After a long while, Wutiao Patriarch said in a deep voice, "Wutiaokong, you made a wrong calculation."
"Whether you are bound by the sky or not, your spell power is still equal to zero. This is an indelible fact, and it is also a result that cannot be changed no matter how hard you try."
The middle-aged man lightly tapped the table with his index finger, and spit out cold and sarcastic words expressionlessly.
"You only have two choices."
"Go back to Italy to recuperate, or spend the rest of your life in a temple."
At any rate, the former still has medical guarantees, while the latter has to live a hard life of cultivation. He cannot easily step out of the temple, loses his freedom completely, and even controls his every move in the hands of Patriarch Wutiao.
The family wanted him to disappear, so Wutiaokong could only disappear.
"Wait—" Hearing these words suddenly, Wujo Kong slightly opened his eyes, and suddenly felt like laughing, and the next second he really laughed.
In the study room, his laughter echoed.
After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped. Wujo Kong raised his eyes to look at the father, sighed, and said in a gentle but sarcasm tone, "I think you misunderstood something."
"First of all, I'm not begging for your permission."
"I'm telling you about the sky and the curse, lest one day, after you learn about it from someone else, you will accidentally have a heart attack and die from my anger."
As soon as the words fell, a strong sense of oppression suddenly overwhelmed.
The blood in the chest surged, and the five empty faces pressed down without changing their expressions, still maintaining a smile: "I am asking for what should belong to me, whether you agree or not is up to you—"
"It's like—where I die, it has nothing to do with you."
Patriarch Wutiao's face was ashen, with veins popping on his forehead.
Facing those blue eyes that implied anger, Wujo Kong smiled even more happily: "By the way, I'm relieved to see that you are in good health—" After a pause, he gave Limei a look.
Then he said: "After all, you have to live, you can't be so easily pissed off by me."
Limei immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the door.
"It's getting late, I won't bother you, Patriarch, but before I leave, I still have a question." Wutiao Kong turned his head to look up at Patriarch Wutiao, the shadow shrouded him, making his expression unrecognizable.
"Are you regretting now—"
"Didn't you go against my mother's wishes and dispose of me, a son who has brought shame to the family?"
However, Gojo Sora no longer wanted to get an answer.
The sound of the wheelchair rolling gradually faded away.
There were only Wu Tiao and the housekeeper left in the study.
Patriarch Wutiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he exuded a terrifying aura. He ordered to the housekeeper, "Go and find out what Wutiaokong has done during the past 17 years in Italy!"
It was the first time for the housekeeper to see the furious look of the Patriarch, and he quickly bowed his head in response: "Yes, Patriarch."
After the housekeeper left, Patriarch Wutiao picked up the teacup and took a sip, the hostility in his chest finally dissipated a bit.
He has been in charge of the Wujo family for decades, and apart from the rebellious Wujo Satoru, this is the second existence that contradicts him.
It's a pity that Wujo Kong is not Wujo Wuwu.
He will not allow Wujo Kong to continue jumping.
After walking out of the study, they returned to the woods path.
Limei pushed the wheelchair, and Fuheshier held an umbrella by his side.
The breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway.
"I don't like this forest—" Wujo Kong looked at the surrounding dense branches and leaves, the corner of his mouth slipped 0.1 cm, his index finger lightly tapped on the handrail, and he told Limei: "Limei, speed up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he spoke again:
【combustion】
The woods at the back were on fire, and within a short while, the billowing white smoke drifted away with the wind. Coupled with the excellent wind direction, the fire became more intense, and soon turned into a raging fire. The scorching flames made the air temperature rise a lot. few.
After getting into the car, Wujo Kong looked at Wujo Zhai through the sunscreen glass, the corners of his lips kept rising, and he praised: "This fireworks show is not bad, but it's a pity that there are no audiences."
Limei nodded in agreement: "This matter should be publicized."
Let the entire conjuration world and those who have had trouble with the Wujo family know about this, and then it will be revealed that the butler has been imprisoned for a crime. Based on this alone, Wujo Kong can predict that there will be a scene that day. How lively.
Patriarch Wutiao lost his left shoulder and right arm, was entangled in all kinds of chores, was so busy that he was dizzy, and his hidden disease recurred again, so he had to be admitted to the hospital——
See, he even wrote the script.
However, this is just the beginning.
"Go to the cemetery——" Wujo Sora retracted his gaze, took out the mint candy from his pocket, tore open the package, and threw it into his mouth, letting the faint mint flavor dilute the blood in his mouth.
His mother is buried in the cemetery.
Just say goodbye.
Not long after Wutiao Kong left, news of the forest being attacked by a raging fire reached the ears of Patriarch Wutiao. The housekeeper had already arranged for people to put out the fire without his own ordering.
"You. What. What?!" Patriarch Wutiao squinted his eyes, squeezed his fingers a little, and the pen broke in two instantly. He stared at the butler with dark eyes, thinking for a moment that he had heard it wrong.
"Hua Lin was maliciously set on fire! Two-thirds of it has been burned, and I have notified the fire department, but it still takes a little time—"
The butler's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, even when he faced Wu Tiao Kong just now, he didn't worry about it.
It's just because - this flower forest was once the wife's favorite place, and every tree was planted by the owner himself.
Whether it is the head of the Gojo family or the housekeeper, he instantly thinks of Gojo Kong.
This is clearly a provocation!
Patriarch Wutiao laughed back angrily, and said darkly, "As expected of my son—"
in the cemetery
Gojo Sora bent slightly, placed a bouquet of lilies in front of the grave, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said softly, "Mother, please watch carefully from the sky—"
"How did I bring down the Gojo family."
The wind-like laughter dissipated in the air.
The butler looked at Gojo Sora with a complicated expression.
At this moment, he didn't know what to say.
Because, the trash they thought might not be the real trash, but gained power in another way—the sky and the curse.
As the steward of the Gojo family, Gojo Junichiro knows far more about the magic world than others. Just like Gojo Sora said before, the sky and the curse are exchanged for the body and the power of the spell, and the power of the spell is obtained.
This is a curse, but also a gift from God.
But there’s no denying that it’s also a strength.
This young master, I'm afraid the visitor is not kind.
From the fact that he was able to lurk in Italy for 17 years without being noticed anything unusual, the housekeeper knew that this man's means and scheming should not be underestimated, even better than Gojo Satoru.
After today, he might change his mind about this young master.
Patriarch Wutiao who sat on the top squinted his eyes slightly, looking down at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair, his eyes were dim and difficult to see.
He had to admit that Wujo Kong was far more like him than Wujo Wu.
On the surface, he has a gentle personality and is easy to bully, but inside he is very deep in the city, and he did not hesitate to endure for 17 years. Once he returned to his home, he showed the power he possessed to prove that Wujo Kong is not a waste.
It was they who were blind.
Sorcerer is a rare spell in the magic world.
So far, only the Goumaki family is left in the family of spellcasters.
It's a pity that Wujokong has no magic power, and even can't see the curse.Moreover, spellcasters are accompanied by greater risks. When encountering opponents with a large difference in level, they may even be backlashed.With Gojo Sora's physical condition, any backlash would be life-threatening.
Only relying on the spell ability obtained in exchange for the sky and the curse, for the five patriarchs, he-has no useable value.
The curse, appearing on him is just a waste of talent.
He's still a piece of shit.
The Patriarch of Wujo will not admit to Wujo Kong, let alone have any regrets about it.
Even so, this son is extremely similar to him.
After a long while, Wutiao Patriarch said in a deep voice, "Wutiaokong, you made a wrong calculation."
"Whether you are bound by the sky or not, your spell power is still equal to zero. This is an indelible fact, and it is also a result that cannot be changed no matter how hard you try."
The middle-aged man lightly tapped the table with his index finger, and spit out cold and sarcastic words expressionlessly.
"You only have two choices."
"Go back to Italy to recuperate, or spend the rest of your life in a temple."
At any rate, the former still has medical guarantees, while the latter has to live a hard life of cultivation. He cannot easily step out of the temple, loses his freedom completely, and even controls his every move in the hands of Patriarch Wutiao.
The family wanted him to disappear, so Wutiaokong could only disappear.
"Wait—" Hearing these words suddenly, Wujo Kong slightly opened his eyes, and suddenly felt like laughing, and the next second he really laughed.
In the study room, his laughter echoed.
After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped. Wujo Kong raised his eyes to look at the father, sighed, and said in a gentle but sarcasm tone, "I think you misunderstood something."
"First of all, I'm not begging for your permission."
"I'm telling you about the sky and the curse, lest one day, after you learn about it from someone else, you will accidentally have a heart attack and die from my anger."
As soon as the words fell, a strong sense of oppression suddenly overwhelmed.
The blood in the chest surged, and the five empty faces pressed down without changing their expressions, still maintaining a smile: "I am asking for what should belong to me, whether you agree or not is up to you—"
"It's like—where I die, it has nothing to do with you."
Patriarch Wutiao's face was ashen, with veins popping on his forehead.
Facing those blue eyes that implied anger, Wujo Kong smiled even more happily: "By the way, I'm relieved to see that you are in good health—" After a pause, he gave Limei a look.
Then he said: "After all, you have to live, you can't be so easily pissed off by me."
Limei immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the door.
"It's getting late, I won't bother you, Patriarch, but before I leave, I still have a question." Wutiao Kong turned his head to look up at Patriarch Wutiao, the shadow shrouded him, making his expression unrecognizable.
"Are you regretting now—"
"Didn't you go against my mother's wishes and dispose of me, a son who has brought shame to the family?"
However, Gojo Sora no longer wanted to get an answer.
The sound of the wheelchair rolling gradually faded away.
There were only Wu Tiao and the housekeeper left in the study.
Patriarch Wutiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he exuded a terrifying aura. He ordered to the housekeeper, "Go and find out what Wutiaokong has done during the past 17 years in Italy!"
It was the first time for the housekeeper to see the furious look of the Patriarch, and he quickly bowed his head in response: "Yes, Patriarch."
After the housekeeper left, Patriarch Wutiao picked up the teacup and took a sip, the hostility in his chest finally dissipated a bit.
He has been in charge of the Wujo family for decades, and apart from the rebellious Wujo Satoru, this is the second existence that contradicts him.
It's a pity that Wujo Kong is not Wujo Wuwu.
He will not allow Wujo Kong to continue jumping.
After walking out of the study, they returned to the woods path.
Limei pushed the wheelchair, and Fuheshier held an umbrella by his side.
The breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway.
"I don't like this forest—" Wujo Kong looked at the surrounding dense branches and leaves, the corner of his mouth slipped 0.1 cm, his index finger lightly tapped on the handrail, and he told Limei: "Limei, speed up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he spoke again:
【combustion】
The woods at the back were on fire, and within a short while, the billowing white smoke drifted away with the wind. Coupled with the excellent wind direction, the fire became more intense, and soon turned into a raging fire. The scorching flames made the air temperature rise a lot. few.
After getting into the car, Wujo Kong looked at Wujo Zhai through the sunscreen glass, the corners of his lips kept rising, and he praised: "This fireworks show is not bad, but it's a pity that there are no audiences."
Limei nodded in agreement: "This matter should be publicized."
Let the entire conjuration world and those who have had trouble with the Wujo family know about this, and then it will be revealed that the butler has been imprisoned for a crime. Based on this alone, Wujo Kong can predict that there will be a scene that day. How lively.
Patriarch Wutiao lost his left shoulder and right arm, was entangled in all kinds of chores, was so busy that he was dizzy, and his hidden disease recurred again, so he had to be admitted to the hospital——
See, he even wrote the script.
However, this is just the beginning.
"Go to the cemetery——" Wujo Sora retracted his gaze, took out the mint candy from his pocket, tore open the package, and threw it into his mouth, letting the faint mint flavor dilute the blood in his mouth.
His mother is buried in the cemetery.
Just say goodbye.
Not long after Wutiao Kong left, news of the forest being attacked by a raging fire reached the ears of Patriarch Wutiao. The housekeeper had already arranged for people to put out the fire without his own ordering.
"You. What. What?!" Patriarch Wutiao squinted his eyes, squeezed his fingers a little, and the pen broke in two instantly. He stared at the butler with dark eyes, thinking for a moment that he had heard it wrong.
"Hua Lin was maliciously set on fire! Two-thirds of it has been burned, and I have notified the fire department, but it still takes a little time—"
The butler's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, even when he faced Wu Tiao Kong just now, he didn't worry about it.
It's just because - this flower forest was once the wife's favorite place, and every tree was planted by the owner himself.
Whether it is the head of the Gojo family or the housekeeper, he instantly thinks of Gojo Kong.
This is clearly a provocation!
Patriarch Wutiao laughed back angrily, and said darkly, "As expected of my son—"
in the cemetery
Gojo Sora bent slightly, placed a bouquet of lilies in front of the grave, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said softly, "Mother, please watch carefully from the sky—"
"How did I bring down the Gojo family."
The wind-like laughter dissipated in the air.
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