Different Maorilan

The place where Mori Lan was taken by Gojo Satoru to the Tokyo Conjuration High School was very remote, and it would take a lot of time to drive from here to Mihua Town.

Of course, Gojo Satoru couldn't do nothing quietly during this period of time, so as soon as the car started and drove not far away, he directly asked Mao Lilan: "Lan, have you thought about any future plans?"

Mao Lilan's reaction is a bit slow now. According to Jia Ruzi, who treated him, this is the sequelae left by him almost burning out his brain. His brain is currently in the stage of self-recovery, so don't worry about becoming stupid.

But in his current state, it is obvious that he has not had the time to think about what he will do in the future. He has not yet realized that he already has the spell, and the spell is still quite extraordinary. He has already stepped into the extraordinary world with one foot up.

"In the future?" Mao Lilan asked a little silly.

"Yeah, you can see the curse spirit now." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"……Oh?"

"Curse spirits, as long as you discover its existence and meet your eyes, you will rush to attack like a mad dog." Gojo Satoru explained, "Before you couldn't see it because of your The technique is not awakened, you can see it now."

Mao Lilan's thoughts deviated slightly: "Is that why Mr. Gojo blindfolded?"

"Huh me? No." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Didn't Lan experience it last night, my six eyes. My situation is the same as yours at that time, and I'm not like you who can close it and keep it open all the time. .”

"Blindfolding can reduce the intake of some useless information, so it's easier."

His tone was relaxed and natural, as if he was talking about something ordinary, but Mao Lilan knew it was not like this.

Just mentioning it, Mao Lilan's brain began to ache faintly, and countless information flows rushed into the brain through the six eyes, regardless of whether the brain can handle it...

A big warm hand covered Mao Lilan's head and rubbed it gently, interrupting Mao Lilan's memory and the accompanying pain.

"Have you seen Nitzu's inversion technique? Converting negative spell power into positive energy output can produce a healing effect. If you learn it, it should make you feel better. That's what I did." Gojo Wutiao said. The voice was uncommonly gentle.

As long as Wujo Wushou thinks, he can still become a qualified leader.

The master is the teacher.

In the field of conjurers, Wujo Satoru has reached the peak, and it is easy for him to guide a beginner.

But how precious is the reversal spell, who can heal others with the spell It's too...

Yidizhi Jiegao, who was driving in front, couldn't help but desert when he heard the movement from behind.

Who knew that in less than 2 minutes, a young man's brisk and lively voice sounded from behind: "Ah, it really feels much more comfortable!"

Alas---? !

Have you mastered it so quickly? !

"Yizhi, drive hard." The shock caused Yizhi Jiegao to lose control of the steering wheel, and Gojo Satoru reminded him to turn the steering wheel in time, avoiding the tragedy of driving the car down the cliff.

Although he may be the only one who will be miserable at that time.

Gojo Satoru was very satisfied that Mao Lilan had successfully mastered the reversal technique, so he didn't pay much attention to the small situation of Yiji Zhijie's superiority, but said to Mao Lilan who was obviously more energetic: "Sure enough."

"As long as the spells that have appeared in front of you, you can perfectly copy them."

Including the no-lower-limit spell that he didn't tell Mao Lilan.

At that time, Mao Lilan did see him, and he also saw the unlimited spell that he opened, otherwise the six eyes would only bring some small troubles to Mao Lilan, such as seeing too much, and it is strange to have eyes in the back of the head And so on, instead of ingesting too much information in an instant and almost burning the brain.

No lower limit spells can interfere with matter at the atomic level, dominate space, and substitute the concept of "infinity" into reality through manipulation of mana. The principle is enough to make normal people think of brain collapse.Therefore, only the five family members with the "six eyes" can use it, and other people can't use it even if they have inherited the unlimited spell.

Through the six eyes generated by the operation, Mao Lilan saw the unlimited operation and also saw through the principle of the operation, but the six eyes saw it, but the owner of the six eyes could not accept the huge information flow of the operation principle in a short period of time, which caused a backlash ...

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru can only suppress the urge to use "Cang" and "He" in front of Mao Lilan, and even expand the domain. Rome was not built in a day, and the second Gojo Satoru must be cultivated slowly.

For Gojo Satoru's emotion, Mao Lilan didn't have any real feelings: "It seems to be like this, I only saw the techniques of Mr. Gojo and Dr. Jiarui."

After 17 years of life as an ordinary person, Mao Lilan had no feeling for her own skills, and it was unreal to suddenly talk about talent or something.

After all, he has only just learned about spells, and his understanding of the world of spells is only through Wujo Wu's dictation. Except for the concept that Wujo Wu is the strongest, everything else is very vague.

"Indeed, let Lando take a look at other people's spells from now on, and I will take you to the Zenyuan home sometime in the future. They have a very rich reserve of spells." Wutiao Wu did not change his face. Said.

Mao Lilan nodded ignorantly. She didn't know what kind of monster the "Zenyuan" house Wujo Wu called was, and it was not an amusement park that other people could visit at will.

"Let's get down to business, Lan, do you want to be a conjurer?" Gojo Satoru asked Mao Lilan with a smile, returning to the topic.

"If you are a conjurer, do you want to fight that kind of monster every day like Mr. Wujo?" Mao Lilan asked back.

"Hmm..." Wujo Wu pondered for a while, "Although I really want to say no, but the curse spirit can't be killed at all, it's like a weed that will grow back soon after being pulled out."

"After all, it is the negative emotions of human beings. As long as human beings exist, the curse spirit will not disappear." Mao Lilan was unexpectedly sober.

"That's right, Lan, you see clearly!" Gojo Satoru praised with a thumbs up.

"Because sometimes I wonder why I have to go to school, why I have to take exams, why my father always likes to see other women and make my mother angry, why I have such an unreliable father..."

"Well, it's really distressing." Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, regardless of what strange things were mixed into Mao Lilan's complaints.

"So I am willing to be a magician."

"Wow, so crisp!"

"I heard from Mr. Wujo that there are very few magicians."

"That's right, and the sacrifice rate is also very high."

"Mr. Wutiao, who can keep the latter sentence a secret." Mao Lilan's brewing momentum suddenly stagnated.

"I think it's better to explain the risks clearly from the beginning. Lan, you have also experienced the feeling of being almost killed by a curse spirit. After becoming a magician, there will be such a possibility every time you go on a mission." Wutiao Wu bandaged Half of his face was smiling, "To put it bluntly, every time the conjurer goes on a mission, he is fighting with death."

"The curse spirit is the incarnation of human malice. What you are about to fight with is that kind of thing."

"..." Mao Lilan fell silent.

Say no to fear, how is it possible!

It's okay if you haven't experienced it, Mao Lilan can still say some fearless big words.

However, he had really experienced the horror of being on the verge of death, and he really almost died.

Looking back now, Mao Lilan's body couldn't help but tremble.

It is one thing to have the courage to resist, but quite another to be afraid of fear.

"Lan, think about it carefully. I don't force you to join, but you must think it through yourself." Gojo Satoru sighed slightly.

People in the conjuration world, once awakened to the spell, must become a conjurer, especially in the conjurer family, there is no second choice except to become a conjurer.

Gojo Satoru also came here in the same way back then. He was born with "six eyes" and possessed "no lower limit spells". It was a matter of course for him to become a conjurer. He never thought of other options.

Among ordinary people, there are sorcerers who suddenly awaken their skills in magic arts, but even if they quit the world of magic arts, they will eventually return to the world of magic arts. One of his apprentices is like this.

Mao Lilan is not clear about his spells, but Gojo Satoru can understand that his spells can simulate the generation of mana, and of course he can simulate himself as an ordinary person without mana.

Whether he wants to be an ordinary person or a magician, it's all in Mao Lilan's mind.

From then on, the car fell silent, and arrived at No. 39, [-]-chome, Mihua Town, downstairs of the Mori Detective Agency.

"Here, Lan, you can go home." Gojo Satoru patted Mao Lilan on the shoulder.

Mao Lilan, who was silently thinking all the way, opened the car door next to him subconsciously. He glanced at the familiar corridor outside the car door, and suddenly turned to look at Gojo Satoru.

"Mr. Wujo, as long as I think of the curse spirit that may take away the life of the conjurer, there is also a part of my own maliciousness in its power... I can't just sit idly by!" Pretty and pure.

Mao Lilan couldn't forgive herself as long as she thought that she might indirectly kill a magician who was desperately trying to protect everyone.

He never thought before that his negative emotions could actually hurt others, but people's emotions are uncontrollable, and they can't help but have low and negative thoughts.

"..." Wujo Wu lazily moved his fingers resting on his knees, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he let out a chuckle.

"Who can your little complaints hurt..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand and ruffled Mao Lilan's black hair vigorously: "The curse spirit is not such a simple thing."

"Mr. Gojo!" Mao Lilan felt that he was underestimated, and he tried hard to break free from Gojo Satoru.

"Let's think about it, left and right are nothing but pediatrics like 'oops, I failed the test again', 'the food was burnt again'?"

"That's not the case!" She was definitely underestimated!

"Yeah, I see." Gojo Satoru's tone was very perfunctory, "Don't think so much, kid, go back and have a good rest. I will negotiate with your parents about becoming a magician."

While talking about Gojo Satoru, he pushed Mao Lilan out of the car, and then he took out a delicate bag from his side and stuffed it into the arms of Mao Lilan who had just stood still: "This is a tonic for excessive brain use. It is my apology. It must be good." It's delicious!"

"Yidizhi, let's go."

"Hi!!" Yidichi Jiegao immediately drove.

Mao Lilan hugged the bag, and looked at the direction where the car went away and disappeared, a little unable to react.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of reaction looks like running away, Mr. Gojo!

Mao Lilan held the bag in her arms sullenly and turned to go upstairs, thinking unwillingly.

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In the car going away, Yidizhijie didn't dare to show his high spirits, and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, so as not to be caught by the uncertain Gojo Satoru as a punching bag.

But Gojo Satoru doesn't have that in mind now.

He was thinking about Mao Lilan's words.

"...the magic spirit that took away the life of the conjurer, its power...cannot be ignored!"

This child is a little too gentle, right?

Gojo Satoru, with one hand resting on his chin, pondered, and began to think about what kind of education methods should be used to make Mao Lilan get rid of this bad habit, which is not a bad habit.