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"It's unexpected that you're still alive." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, and the black and red particles exploded one by one. Huayu avoided the attack with difficulty, and Leuhu took the opportunity to set up a raging fire.

This heat was not enough for Gojo Satoru who had practiced with Zhizhi. He roasted sweet potatoes, and he took a look at Leuhu's intact body, wondering if the magic spell's reversal technique was really so magical?

Only one head is alive and can repair the body by herself, and she will be so excited that she can dissect it overnight.

"Didn't you guys call me here?" Gojo Gojo smashed Hanayu into the wall with a punch, his tone was flat and chilling, "What are you hiding?"

Few people can see such an oppressive scene. Even if the ordinary people dodging around cannot see the magic spirit, they can still see the cobweb-like cracked stones on the platform. They are like chickens being pinched by the neck. , shocked but unable to make a sound.

Can hitting the air also achieve this effect?Which special effects company did this guy come from?talent!

Leo Hu's heart was bleeding.

Ronso asked them to hold Gojo Satoru for an hour!

One hour!

This is not about killing people, but what is it about?Where is the trust between the mantra and the mantra?It is reasonable to suspect that Li Suo is intentionally murdering and avenging private revenge!

He should have known, since the day his head was kicked around like a beach football by these heartless guys.

The friendship between them is just a loose sand, without the wind blowing, you will lose your eyes after taking two steps.

"I've never missed a real person so much before." Leo Hu wanted to cry, "Why do you think he wants to watch movies? If he doesn't watch movies, he will have nothing to do? Is it really worth paying the price of life for a movie?"

On that day, the young Daoist Cursing Spirit entered the city happily.When he blatantly evaded the fare, he didn't know that his young life was about to be ruined in the movie theater because of saving this ticket money.

Long Suo, who is waiting for the real person to come home, is like an old mother looking forward to her son’s return home. She waits and waits, looks and looks, and regards herself as a husband-wife stone, but still does not see the real person.

"My real family is very obedient." Ron Suo wiped his tears hypocritically, "He will listen to everything I say. I asked him to go to the city to watch a movie that day, and told him not to buy tickets. I didn't buy any tickets for a penny. Our family's Habits are prostitution."

"He went obediently, and said he would come back after watching the movie. I finished my work, and when the time passed, he didn't come home, and I didn't answer when I called him. See Weizhi with Xuexue. Damn, I have no conscience, my family is just a little real person, a good obedient and sensible child, and he just suffered such a difficult situation!" Li Suo couldn't make a sound, and began to cry while covering his face.

He cried, crying without tears.

There is only one sentence in Leuhu's mind: Hana Yu and I will hold Gojo Satoru for an hour, an hour, and an hour——

Shake him!

Liuhu is really a reliable mantra spirit. When his companion is so unreliable, he insists on biting the one who is righteous and ideal in his heart, to avenge Wutiaowu's twisted head, and to prove that he won't deliver food. Teeth clenched and persisted.

What is despair?

Desperation is not about being beaten into the ground by others to call you daddy, but about your frequent big moves, thinking that you will destroy the world, but looking back - you didn't even scrape off the enemy's blood.

Suo!You bum!Don't hide behind the scenes and watch the show!Come out and say something!

Leo Hu, who had endured a heavy burden at his age, took advantage of Gojo Satoru being entangled by Hana Yu and crazily amplified his moves into the crowd, spewing flames indiscriminately.

Gojo Satoru glanced sideways, and as soon as his figure appeared in the crowd, he blocked the move.

"Gojo Satoru is different from other conjurers in that he has his own ruthlessness." Ronso's words came into Leuhu's ears, "He will probably exterminate you at the cost of some sacrifices, but if there are too many casualties, he will definitely kill you." Protect ordinary people."

"If you really can't delay for an hour, just run into the crowd when you can't hold on, and I will speed up."

They had planned very well. They would use the abilities of real people to create a train full of man-made monsters and come out to fight Gojo Satoru. The big scene was shocking, and it was guaranteed to be worth the fare.Who knew that the real person would be so cold, that his head was so big that he had to go to Yokohama Lamaman Fyodor to go into the water and borrow a group of reinforcements.

In Shibuya, apart from ordinary people, there are also some members of the House of the Dead. They are all people without spells and abilities, and they are most suitable for secretly inciting the crowd to block the way.

There are wolves before and tigers behind, and what needs to be rescued is a group of troublesome spirits who will drag their feet and may turn against them at any time.

Lin Suo stood at the other end of the station, and slowly smoothed the sleeves of his cassock.

In the palm of his hand, a cube with many eyes opened quietly stood.

Not far away there was a huge explosion and the hoarse "Hanayu!", and a white-haired young man appeared around the corner.

Gojo Wu stepped into the corridor and saw Xia Youjie smiling and waving at him.

"The prison gate, open."

The darkness, the moving darkness, the super-level spell that suddenly opened like mud bound Wujo Wu's limbs, but he just stared at "Xia Youjie".

Exactly the same as his dead best friend, Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment.

In an instant, great absurdity, impossibility, and anger flooded into his cold eyes.

Xia Youjie's last journey was personally sent by him. There is no miracle of resurrection, only a monster occupying the body of a close friend.

Gojo Satoru recognized it. This was the bad guy that Zhizhi had told him several times, and had a deep hatred with her due to various chances and coincidences. He made a detective assistant experience several times of "the murderer was me" social death incidents, Very hateful!

"But he didn't succeed once." The little girl said with her head held high, "As long as there is a Sailor Moon of love and justice, all the enemy's plots will be ruthlessly crushed!"

There really wasn't a single success. No matter how tricky and insidious the trick he came up with, he would run into Xuejian Weizhi due to various coincidences, and then be ruthlessly pinched in the bud by her, impotent and furious.

Except for the death of the society, Lisuo didn't get any advantage from Zhizhi.

Today may be the only day in his villain career without shame.

The Yumen border closed, and Gojo Satoru's figure disappeared into the darkness.The heavy cursed object hit the ground, and the rope tried desperately but couldn't pick it up.

"It's quite comfortable inside." Gojo Satoru stretched slowly as he lay in the mud-like darkness.

Surrounded by endless darkness, quiet and soundless, like floating in the center of the universe, eternal loneliness.

It can be delayed for a while, but it will eventually be taken away.

The strongest conjurer that no one can manipulate will be put in his pocket and taken away like a pocket pendant. Obviously, when he turned into a cat, he couldn't be put in his pocket by Zhizhi.

How will his students be targeted by the upper echelons?wanted?hunt down?Dare to save five enlightened people from death?

This time I have troubled a lot of people to work overtime, Nana Ming must say again that conjurers are shit labor and shit, working as a conjurer is simply shit among shit.

And Zhizhi...

She must have been dragged back.How anxious is the journey from Yokohama to Tokyo?

Unfortunately, one step too late.

He should call her again, and at the very least, he should be more detailed in the text message, telling her that there are newly bought strawberry cakes and fruit boxes in the refrigerator at home, and they will be destroyed if they don't eat them any more.The little villain ran away as soon as he said he would, and stayed in Yokohama for so long and never came back.

How are things going between them?Can you give him an answer?

Say up front that he doesn't accept negative words.

Wujo Wu's thoughts gradually calmed down, and he could feel that fake Xiayou was trying to pick up the prison gate from the ground.

Yansuo rolled up his sleeves, he was trying an uncommon spell, his spell power surrounded the prison gate - he stopped.

The rope stopped, not premeditatedly, nor stopped and evacuated as if frightened, but was so frightened by an extremely terrifying, extremely shocking, and extremely unreasonable existence that even the cells were trembling, and the limbs of the whole body could not move. Move, can only maintain the final posture stiffly.

What makes him so frightened?

Throughout the Tokyo area, people walking on the streets raised their heads.

Their mouths grew big, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets, their toes were raised high, and they looked at Shibuya in unison.

In Shibuya, the running, fighting, wounded, and paddling conjurers stopped suddenly. Those who didn't enter the tent ran away, and couldn't help turning their heads while running, even if they fell upside down and broke their knees, they didn't blink.

Red, red everywhere.

It was as if the whole sky had fallen into flames, and the sun dared not contend for its brilliance.The tyrannical flames condensed into a pillar of fire that pierced the sky, like a sharp sword forged with the sky and the earth as the furnace, suddenly slashing towards Shibuya from top to bottom!

The tent that countless conjurers couldn't untie after several studies was like a broken eggshell. The bewildered people in the tent looked up and felt the sea of ​​fire passing by their noses, surprised at the fact that they were still alive.

A ray of light broke through the darkness.

Wujo Wu raised his eyes and saw the sharp light of the sword falling from the sky.

The light didn't restrain in the slightest, the body's automatic movement of the infinite spell told Wujo Wu that this was a sword light that could kill him and the prison gate together.

Yukimi Mie landed on the ground smoothly, and the impact generated by the 5000-meter drop did not mess up her hair. The bandages, gauze, hairpins and collars that existed as restraints were all gone, and only the black roses blooming on the snow-white arms told the story. Everything is wrong.

"噗!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga inserted into the suture on the head of the rope, and half of his head fell to the ground, which was extremely frightening.

The brain flower-like creature hiding inside trembled slightly, and the sharp blade of the sword was attached to his body. As long as he moved, this Taidao could easily cut the rope in half.

Xuejian Weizhi didn't care about him at all, and even Yu Guang didn't give him the slightest hint.

She went straight to Gojo Satoru. The man who had just come out of the prison gate was still bound by the mud, maintaining a half-lying position on the ground.

The surrounding curse spirits and the troublesome members of the House of the Dead died all over the place, and were burned alive by the fire. There was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The smell of blood matched the red color that occupied the sky.

The heels made a crisp knocking sound on the ground.

The black-haired girl straddled the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and the mess everywhere towards Gojo Satoru. The blood stained her side face and the corners of her skirt.

Yukimi Mie bent down and grabbed the man's tie.

"I seem to be late." She tilted her head, her icy long hair swept Wujou's side face, "But it's not important, I have something to tell you."

"How about dating me?"

"Enlightenment."