After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Tick.

The foul-smelling saliva dripped on his forehead, Wujo Kong pretended not to notice, looked up at the blue sky, the corners of his lips curled up.

His hands trembled slightly from exertion.

The sharp edge of the dagger pierced the upper jaw of the curse spirit, and with the powerful spell of spirit speech, the wound instantly spread cracks, spreading all over the body like a spider's web in an instant.

Xia Youjie only vaguely heard the word 'death', and immediately after that, Wu Tiaokong raised his dagger high and pierced the curse spirit quickly and accurately.

Seeing this scene, he subconsciously stopped his pace and slightly opened his slender eyes.

I saw that the curse spirit was shattered in large pieces, peeling off like a wall, and the pieces dissipated before falling to the ground.

Wujo Kong successfully exorcised the third-level curse spirit.

Also, did he just say something?

Xia Youjie frowned slightly, and before he could go any further, he heard the sound of the weapon falling to the ground.

Wutiao Kong fell to the ground weakly, his face was pale, he raised his hand to lightly cover his aching chest, took out the medicine bottle from his cloak pocket with difficulty, poured out a few pills, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The blood in the chest cavity surged.

He closed his eyes and swallowed the bloody medicine.

While waiting for the pill to take effect, Goto Kong sat up with his hands on the ground and moved to the side of the shrine, trying to avoid the afterglow of the setting sun.

The exposed skin, including that face, was horribly red and swollen.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and when it rolled down his cheeks, it caused an even more intense stinging pain, but Wutiao Kong didn't even frown.

Seeing this scene, Xia Youjie tensed his face, and sped up his actions. After a while, he finally wiped out all the curse spirits hidden in the shrine.

After confirming that there were no curse spirits left, Xia Youjie immediately stepped forward, leaned over and hugged Wutiaokong, before he had time to pick up the umbrella, wheelchair and other things in the distance, jumped on the back of the bird curse spirit, and flew straight to Tokyo.

If you take transportation, it is estimated that it will take two or three hours to get back.In addition, there are no medical facilities in the small village, so the only option is to return to Tokyo.

"Be patient, we will arrive in Tokyo soon."

It can be reached within half an hour at least.

Xia Youjie put him on the back of the curse spirit, and when his eyes swept over the red and swollen skin, he frowned suddenly, and then he heard the young man's weak voice.

"Ahem...Xia, Xia You, the sun is so fierce."

Gojo Sora raised his eyes and gave him a weak smile with difficulty.

Xia Youjie's pupils shrank suddenly, and after understanding the meaning of these words, he immediately took off his high clothes and put them on Wutiao Kong's face, and then pulled his clothes together to wrap the exposed skin tightly.

Luckily this guy likes to wear kimonos and wrapping them up isn't too difficult.

"How...how do you feel now?" Xia Youjie looked down at the white-haired boy, and could vaguely hear his breathing, making sure that he was still alive.

The mission was supposed to go smoothly, but because of his carelessness and neglect, Gojo Sora was injured.

His mood suddenly became complicated.

Compared to that guy Gojo, Gojo Sora is really too weak.

Thinking of Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie suddenly became distressed. He didn't know how to talk to Wujo Wu about this matter.

Glancing at the young man beside him, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Gojo Wu.

"Very good——" Wutiaokong chuckled, paused, and asked, "Student Xia You, have you picked up the dagger yet?"

dagger?

Hearing this suddenly, Xia Youjie was stunned, and then his expression froze when he thought of Wutiao Kongang's super-grade magic tool that was used to exorcise the curse spirit.

Because—the dagger is still at the shrine.

Wu Tiaokong didn't get the answer, but he already had the answer in his heart. He was not angry at all, but comforted him: "It's okay, I'll let Limei get it later."

"That dagger—"

"Very important."

Because it was his life-saving weapon.

A voice as gentle as water dissipated in the air.

Xia Youjie pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what to say for a while.

Tokyo, hospital

08:30 p.m., operating room

Gojo Satoru sat on the cold chair, raised his right foot, leaned against the wall, and glanced at the red indicator light on the door of the operating room from time to time.

After he received Xia Youjie's message, he ran all the way here and waited for 10 minutes, but the operation was still not over.

Xia Youjie stood opposite him, leaning against the wall with his hands in his trouser pockets.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Sorry."

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Wujo Satoru said indifferently, he sat up straight, his eyes were covered by the sunglasses, so that people could not see his true emotions.

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded, from far to near.

The two turned their heads subconsciously.

Li Mei walked over with a blank face, and when he came in front of the two, the operating room light turned green.

The surgery is over.

The heavy door opened, and the doctor came out from inside.

"Which of you is a family member?" The doctor looked at them, and Li Mei immediately stepped forward. Seeing this, the doctor's eyes fell on him, and he said seriously: "The bone grafting operation was successful, and the patient's condition has stabilized."

"Next, you just need to rest for a while."

Limei nodded in response: "Okay, thank you doctor."

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at the real 'family member', seeing that the other party was indifferent, he pursed his lips, but finally said nothing.

Not long after, Gojo Sora was pushed to the VIP nursing ward.

The three of them followed closely behind, and after the doctors and nurses left, they were able to look at Wutiaokong at this time.

I saw the white-haired boy wrapped in bandages all over his body, only showing a pair of closed eyes, lying on the hospital bed like a lifeless, real-life puppet. Only the oxygen mask lingering in the mist proved that he was still alive.

Li Mei turned to look at them, bowed slightly: "Thank you Mr. Xia You for this matter."

Xia Youjie sighed: "You don't need to thank me, in fact, I was also at fault."

After learning that Gojo Sora is an ordinary person, he shouldn't have left him outside the shrine.

Unexpectedly, Li Mei did not deny his admission, but nodded expressionlessly: "Indeed."

"Thank you for saving the young master. Your mistake was that you were arrogant and ignored that the young master is just an ordinary person."

"My young master has been wandering on the edge of hell since he was born, and grew up in the intensive care unit since he was a child. If you want to say that the person who understands him best in this world—"

After a pause, Limei raised his eyes to Wujo Wu: "It's a doctor."

Ever since he was born and raised, the people of the Wutiao family never cared about his life or death. To put it mildly, they were freed, but in essence—let him fend for himself.

It is fate to be able to survive.

It's fate if you don't survive.

"The young master has no magic power, can't see the curse, let alone be exposed to the sun, even if it's just the afterglow of the setting sun."

"Sunlight on the skin—"

"enough!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted impatiently by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Wu raised his head, looked past Limei, and landed on Wujo Kong who was lying on the hospital bed behind him, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, and said, "Before this, I have warned him not to come to the college—"

"This place is not suitable for him, but now—" Gojo Satoru looked at Limei again, and said indifferently: "This is what he deserved, let him lie on the hospital bed and reflect on himself."

"After recovering from illness, don't meddle in the affairs of the magic world."

"Wu, it's a bit too much for you to say that." Xia Youjie squinted at his best friend, disapproving of his words: "This is a mission, no matter what, I have the responsibility to look after him—"

"And, this is your biological brother."

"Are you despising your brother?"

"Jie, are you still clear-headed?" Gojo Gojo narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled off his sunglasses, and looked at him rather unkindly.

Xia Youjie provocatively said, "Huh? Of course my brain is clearer than yours."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Li Mei stopped them expressionlessly, pointed to the door, and coldly reminded: "You two, please go out, the young master needs to rest now."

"Go, go out and make it clear!"

Xia Youjie held back his anger, and walked past Gojo Wu first.

"Come on! Let's go out and talk!"

Gojo Satoru sneered, and rushed after him angrily.

The door slammed shut.

A few minutes later, Limei turned to look at the young man on the hospital bed, and said, "Sky, make the lines shorter next time."

What he said to the two DKs earlier came from Gojo Sora's hands.

As soon as the words fell, the young man on the hospital bed opened his eyes suddenly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Limei, the lines are too short to cause much effect."

He wants to bury the seed called 'Gap', and then slowly water and fertilize it in the future, and there will always be a day when it will sprout.