Youren, I will raise you with a trumpet!

【We used to be friends.

In the past, in the past. 】

The stalking wolf hides in the darkness, and the dark night is its perfect cover.

Lips raised, revealing sharp fangs.

The wolf hiding in the shadows waits for an opportunity to bite off the throat of its prey.

Wujowu's intuition is not good.

This feeling is so damn familiar.

It was eerily silent.This is the interior of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Conjuration. Even if everyone slept soundly enough, the few shots of [茈] just now were enough to wake everyone up—rather than the dead silence like now.

What did that guy do?

This was Wujo Satoru's first thought.Everything that is happening now is like replaying what happened ten years ago.

The hidden killer, the self who was transferred, and the partners who didn't know their safety.

The eyes that had already taken off the blindfold were a little dazed, as if seeing that moment many years ago.

Six Eyes issued a sharp warning that almost pierced Gojo Satoru's brain.But thank the pain, almost subconsciously, he slammed down, dodging the scimitar stabbing from behind.

Langdao Muzai aimed at his throat, just like the habit of that magician killer.

The scimitar slashed almost without hesitation, and the sharp blade slashed against Gojo Satoru's back.

After sprinting out like a nimble cat, Gojo Satoru turned to look at the attacker.

The blade was completely submerged in the mud, and the guy was frowning as he took the knife out.

The tingling pain and slight chill on his back made Gojo Satoru's heart sink.

Doesn't the no-lower-bound form work...?

Now this is the real strength of this guy?What the hell is this... Could it be an alien?

Thinking is beyond the bounds.

"Hey."

Lang Dao wiped the knife, and was satisfied to see the cold light on the blade again.

He looked at the white-haired man opposite.

"Did you kill—Shir?"

Gojo Satoru obediently raised his hand: "If you're talking about the gorilla Tianhe Shushou, that's right, it's Goodteacher Mr. Satoru!"

Look, this guy who killed his best friend still looks smug.

Langdao clenched the knife in his hand.

"Since there is no excuse, then get ready to die."

He showed his wolf teeth, but his eyes were calm.

"Today—death will be your home."

**

The team between Langdao Muzai and Gojo Satoru, who lost their best friend, does not need Tsurue's intervention at all.

This guy seemed to be so angry that he completely lost his mind, and he attacked almost desperately.However, his scimitar is mixed with President Crane's [Spiritual Domain], and it can break Wujo Wu's no-lower-limit form almost without any force.

He Jiang didn't have the memory of creating these mutants, and he couldn't understand the anger of Lang Dao Muzai at this moment.But fortunately, the direction of the matter was in line with his expectation, and He Jiang was just waiting for the result of this battle.

Even after losing the No Lower Limit Form, Gojo Satoru is still a strong man.The crazy operation of the six eyes made his mana power almost useless, [茈] and [xushi] were like children's sandbags, and they were thrown around at will.

There was no grass growing where it passed, and several layers of land and turf were hung up, leaving a deep ballistic trajectory.

I hope Teacher Noctua won't be angry.

Gojo Satoru unknowingly apologized perfunctorily in his heart, and then continued his behavior.

Langdao couldn't resist Gojo Satoru's spell bombardment, but at least he could dodge it.

Although it took some time to reach Gojo Satoru, at least he reached the target location.

Hand up - knife down.

**

After Gojo Satoru gave up struggling and throwing spells around, Tsurue no longer paid attention to their battlefield.

In other words, forced to divert attention.

Because something new happened on their side.

"... Are you Youren now, or are you two-faced Su Nuo?"

The freckled boy grinned.

"What do you say?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-1522:39:17~2021-07-0922:14:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yingying Yishuijian, my wife please don’t dove one;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Madam, please don't dove 2;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 278485915 bottles; this is a small bottle of Shansi’s Wuzhou who doesn’t like fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!