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"Quick! There's another one ahead!"

"I can't hold it anymore! Support! Where is the support?!"

"Hundred ghosts are not limited to hundreds of ghosts, there are too many..." The conjurer wiped off the hot sweat from his forehead, panting in embarrassment.

The earholes of his earphones were painful but he didn't dare to take them off. The miserable screams of his companions woke him up suddenly, and the conjurer asked anxiously, "How are you doing over there? Hey—hey!"

The screams stopped abruptly, and a chest-thinning silence spread, and a thick gasp could be faintly heard.

The sorcerer's tears flowed down the floor.

He should have known this day long ago, since he became a magician, he and his companions were doomed to die a bad fate.

"Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night... Hehe, hehe." The young man's eyes were red, he pounded the ground with his fists, and his voice was hoarse, "Curse master! I will kill your whole family!"

Like a kicked dog, he whimpered and cried: "Brother, why did you die so miserably... Don't be afraid, I'll buy you paper money right away, as much as you want. I was a poor man in my lifetime. After death, you have to be extravagant. You have to have the ingot pagoda, shroud and coffin board that others have, and brothers will arrange them for you..."

"Thank you." A weak voice came from the headset, "Fuck/Your uncle, I'm not dead yet."

The conjurer withdrew his tears: "No, no, no, it's impossible! You are a super magic spirit! You, a second-level conjurer, are not enough to put your teeth between your teeth—to be honest, are you already gone? Mother-in-law's phone number, want to leave a last word for brother? Don't worry, I will take care of your parents in your hometown for you!"

"Get out." The wounded young man covered his bloody abdomen and rolled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the smoky battlefield, "Do you know who I met? My dear, so fucking hot! Okay Fucking sensation!"

"Uh... you are dying, so don't get angry?" the companion said hesitantly.

The young man's abdomen throbbed with anger, and he was about to hold down the earphones to rap passionate insults, but his ears caught the sound of light footsteps.

He immediately swallowed the harsh words in his mouth, and covered the wound with a weak face.

"Are you okay?" The black-haired girl stood in front of the young man and looked at the wound on his abdomen. "It looks a bit serious."

The wind blew away the smoke, and the dismantled body of the special-grade spell spirit was scattered all over the ground mixed with blood. The girl's light blue skirt was spotless, and her slender white ribbon sandals stepped gracefully on the ground.

She didn't seem to have experienced a bitter battle, but rather came to a romantic invitation. The posture of looking down at people was like a swan's neck.

The young man looked up at her, like a stray cat seeing rainy days, transparent umbrellas, blooming chrysanthemums and people surrounded by beauty when it is most hungry.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should take pity from the pain or try to show his boy's spirit, the deer in his heart ran naked and screamed, hitting a young boy's heart thumping wildly.

Before he emptied his head and choked out a suitable opening sentence, a cool touch gushed out from his abdomen, and the bloody wound was miraculously stitched, as if the previous pain was an illusion.

The young man touched his wound blankly.

"Go to your companion." Xuejian Weizhi looked away from him, and looked around with strange eyes, lazily locking the position of the new spell spirit, "Tell them, the rescuers brought by the monkey have arrived."

"Ah? Okay, okay." The young man quickly stood up from the ground and bowed, "Thank you very much, my name is..."

Xuejian Weizhi didn't hear what he was talking about. Along the way, Zhizhi saved eight hundred people, if not one thousand. If she could remember them all, she must have seen a ghost.

Zhizhi: I don't want to come to Kyoto for business again, I hope we don't have to meet each other in this life. (Humble Beating Workers Pray.jpg)

As a rescuer brought in by the monkey, Zhizhi worked diligently and supported the 1.6-meter blue sky for the people of Kyoto with her own hands.

"A lot of corpses of curse spirits." The girl jumped over the mosaics all over the street as lightly as a deer, her slender white sandals fell to the ground silently, and the little girl with a full belly approached quietly, thinking of a good plan to grab the head.

If you don't grab the white, don't grab it, it's just a curse, and even the ashes will be given to you.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola——" The sound of fists colliding with flesh came from behind the corpse mountain, and Zhizhi couldn't help dubbing him: "Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da—"

"Who's there?" Dongtang Aoi punched a little curse spirit, turned around and looked at Xuejian Weizhi.

The girl with different pupils tilted her head: "A student from the Kyoto High School of Curse Art? Why haven't I seen you?"

Xuejian Weizhi has never met Dongtang Aoi, but how could Dongtang Aoi have never heard of Zhizhi's name?

Yukimi Mie, a third-year student at the Tokyo school, a super-class magician, once beat Todo Aoi's senior senior sister from the previous class into a psychological shadow at the Kyoto Sisters Exchange Meeting, and trembled when she heard Zhie's name. Hey, group buying coffins N times and trying to pull juniors into the water to develop business, is the origin of the cold-blooded big devil in the hearts of the entire Kyoto school, and the nightmare of midnight dreams.

Dongtang Aoi was dragged by her seniors countless times to accuse the Tokyo school of being ruthless and unreasonable, crying blood and tears: "Super class! She is a fucking super class! A super class who cuts us like melons! What are you hitting, baby's coffin They were all smashed to pieces, I picked a small coffin that I bargained with the boss for a long time and bought it at a discount of [-]%—you died so badly—"

Dongtang Aoi: Indifferent, what's going on in this school?Can I have some backbone?

I heard that there is another special-grade freshman coming to Tokyo Curse High this year. The principal of Leyan Temple is so angry that he swallows the special-effect Jiuxin Pill and breathes oxygen desperately.

This battle of students tore apart the plastic sisterhood between the two colleges.There must be a special conjurer from the Tokyo school to support the night walk of the ghosts. They don't steam the steamed buns to fight for their breath. The principal of Leyan Temple ordered all the students in Kyoto to show their most beautiful side!

"You can't lose face in front of Tokyo people even if you die—" the rock old man shouted.

Todo Aoi didn't care about these things, he only had Takada's handshake meeting in his mind.What's wrong with Premium?What a rare opportunity to fight against the special class!

Dongtang Aoi temporarily abandoned the curse spirit who was fighting with him. He lowered his head to look at the 1.6-meter Yukimi Mie, and shouted in a deep voice: "You! What type of woman do you like!"

Zhizhi:? ? ?

Qundongtang, from time to time, would come to check the sexual fetishes of the group members.

"As long as she's a pretty sister, I'm fine." Xuejian Weizhi said hesitantly, "With Dr. Yosano, Tsumiki, Yuko, Sister Nitiko... Well, it's generally a woman who prefers Sister Yu."

Zhizhi: Who doesn't like pretty sisters?

"Be more specific." Dongtang Aoi was dissatisfied with Zhizhi's answer, "Men are also welcome, what type do you like, or what is your sexual fetish?"

His question is very tricky, Zhizhi has never thought about such a philosophical topic.

"Hmm..." The black-haired girl thought about it for a while, and she gestured to her height, "I like tall men."

The one that can take her to experience the fresh air at a high place can be as high as 1.5 times that of Central Plains.

Chuya Zhongyuan: I will kill you! (oxygen inhalation)

"The only key word is tall?" Todo Aoi's DNA moved but not completely.

"Hmm...the figure tends to be more powerful." Zhizhi didn't know how to describe it, "The kind that looks thin when you take off your clothes? I like a body with a sense of strength. It has broad shoulders and a long body, strong and powerful." .”

The little girl pondered and said, "Is it my sexual fetish? It's my poor shape."

Zhizhi is a small one, and she likes the feeling of being wrapped up.

When depicting ideality, Xuejian Weizhi didn't have a prototype in her mind at the beginning. As she talked, the foggy white barrier dissipated, revealing some familiar shadows.

... Who is it?

The roaring voice of the curse spirit interrupted her thoughts, and Zhizhi suddenly felt that she was so stupid for answering Dongtang Aoi's strange questions seriously. She raised her eyes in dissatisfaction and wanted to give a lesson of respecting the old and loving the young to the elementary school students from the sister school.

When Xuejian Weizhi looked up, he saw Dongtang Aoi with tears streaming down his face.

Zhizhi:! ! !

why are you cryingShe hasn't done anything to you yet—don't touch porcelain!

"The light of youth runs in the setting sun." Dongtang Aoi wiped away tears, "Although it is not the perfect answer, I admit you!"

"My brother!" he called out affectionately, "I have been waiting so hard for you!"