Different Maorilan

At around five o'clock in the morning, a plane departing from Canberra Airport, the capital of Australia, arrived at Tokyo's Haneda International Airport on time.

At [-]:[-], in the ward of the infirmary of the High School of Conjuration, Mao Lilan, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, poured another cup of espresso for herself. She was accustomed to the bitter taste and stretched. He suddenly turned to look at the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and Jia Zi got up and walked over to open the door, and saw someone who was supposed to be in Australia without any surprise.

As soon as he got off the plane, Gojo Satoru, who teleported back to the high school, was tainted by the early morning chill. Even the snow-white hair tip that Ji Aobuxun raised high up seemed to be soaked in ice, half of his face under the black eyepatch The usual casual smile disappeared without a trace.

A person who often smiles will look serious when he suddenly stops smiling, especially Gojo Satoru. When he abandons his usual slightly frivolous laughter, his edges and corners softened by the smile will stand out. , that is almost as cold as a god, and the whole person will look extraordinarily terrifying.

The tall Gojo Satoru blocked the door, and the shadow he cast completely enveloped the family. The pressure brought by his height overlapped with his undisguised anger, which was enough to make others terrified and uneasy.

But Jia Ruozi turned a blind eye to this. After she opened the door, she walked aside and let Gojo Wu come in: "Mr. Lan is in good condition now. After being poisoned, the toxin was controlled in time and did not spread to the whole body. I also healed the part damaged by the toxin with the inversion technique after excision..."

"Poison?" Gojo Satoru walked to Mao Lilan's hospital bed. He looked down at the pale, bloodless face, bent down and reached out, touching Mao Lilan's face.

"Maki said that when Arashi-kun was retreating with them, Gouju was manipulated and stabbed Arashi-kun with an unknown poison. After the knife, he lost his resistance almost immediately." Jia Ruozi scratched his hair, pretending that he didn't see the rare cautiousness of his old classmates.

"No." Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and then he gently held Mao Lilan's hand that was exposed outside the quilt.

The fingers that have been wrapped all year round can clearly feel the coldness of Mao Lilan's hands, which is completely different from the warmth of vitality and vitality in the past. He gently pinches the corner of the quilt, and carefully puts Mao Lilan's arm into it. in the quilt.

Contrary to his gentle movements, are his cold words: "With Lan's level of reversal technique, no matter how strong the poison is, he can heal himself immediately. What makes him have no resistance?" Did the power fall?"

"It's those old things who used conspiracies and tricks to force him to use up all his magic power, making him unable to save himself when his life was in danger!"

This is the first time I've heard Wujo Wu throwing away "rotten oranges" and bluntly swearing at others. After all, he is from the noble family of the Yusan family. Even if Wujo Wu doesn't care much, the cultivation of a rich family makes him seldom say it. Dirty words, when scolding the high-level people he hates the most, he also uses a milder "rotten orange" to describe it.

It can be seen that Gojo Satoru is really angry this time, but she can understand it if she is in the family. If it were her, if her cherished child was plotted and entrapped like this, she would have to explode.

"Glass, has my temper changed for the better recently?" Gojo Satoru straightened up, took off the blindfold, his magnificent and dreamy blue eyes were full of sternness, like eternal glaciers that never melted.

Jia Ruozi didn't speak, she knew Gojo Satoru wasn't asking her.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru asked himself and answered, "Yeah, because I haven't touched those rotten oranges for a long time, and even last time I only threatened them, so they dared to attack Lan."

"I can't see talented people standing out, because it will shake their status... Hehe, a bunch of old things whose souls are rotten and stinky, it's really disgusting, I don't want to bear it at all."

"Boy, come out!" Wujo Wu said coldly, "You don't need to do anything, you just need to point out the murderer this time."

After his voice fell behind, Jiarui Nizi suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if some terrible existence was about to appear, he was startled and suspicious, and Wujo Wuzai didn't even care who he was talking to.

"I know you can do it." Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on Mao Lilan's face, "I'll take revenge for this kind of thing, and you can keep an eye on everyone, not one less!"

Opposite Gojo Satoru, as soon as he finished speaking, countless black shadows emerged from the ground, surged and formed a human form.

The Mantra Shinichi who appeared stared at Gojo Satoru, then silently separated a body, and flew out through the window with the separated body, Gojo Satoru followed and disappeared.

Jia Ruozi only saw that the remaining black figure stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Mao Lilan, but he just swayed, and the black figure dispersed and disappeared.

Sighing silently, Jiarui Nitzi took out candy instead of cigarettes from his pocket.

The sun hasn't come out yet...

It seems that many people will not be able to see the sun today, what a pity :)

-

"crunch~"

Elderly people feel shallow, but a window was blown open by the wind, and the slight sound woke up the sleeping old man.

As a person gets older, his body and bones are not as good as before. A little wind and cold may turn into a serious illness, and it is even more likely that the illness will kill him.

The longer one lives, the more likely one is to be afraid of death, and the more precious one's own life is, especially for those who are old enough to attach great importance to the rights in their hands.Just like this old man, even though he is so old that his teeth are about to fall out, he still wants to live on.

The old man opened his eyes, fumbled to turn on the light, and wanted to get up to close the window.

However, as soon as the light came on, the person standing beside his bed bent down, and smiled slightly in his terrified eyes: "Hey, the old man has good eyesight, do you recognize who I am?"

The man gently pressed his head, and said politely: "Then thank you for taking care of my child."

The screams were blocked in the throat and could not be leaked out. The old man who wanted to live for more than ten years was so "tragic" that his precious life was taken away——

Just like he didn't have any merciful hands in the past to take someone's life.

None of the blood spattered from the opening splashed on Gojo Satoru. He grabbed the thinning hair and went out no matter how it came. Only one window was shaking slightly, as if being blown by the wind.

Half an hour later, the servant serving the old man knocked on the door according to the old man's habit: "Master, the hot water for washing is ready."

There was no response in the house for a long time, and the servant was a little scared, because the old man had a very bad temper, and she was worried that she would be scolded.

Just when she was in a dilemma, her ears suddenly heard the sound of tiny water droplets coming from the room.

The servant was startled, and hurriedly opened the door carefully. When she walked in, the bloody scene she saw made her scream: "Ah——!!!!"

"Killed!! Killed!! Master was killed!!"

I saw a headless corpse lying on the bed in the house. The surroundings of the corpse were dripping with blood, the bed sheet was soaked in red with blood, and there was a pool of blood dripping beside the bed, and the blood was still dripping down the bed sheet.

-

Near the villa in the suburbs of Tokyo, Gojo Satoru stood in front of the pool of water where Gojo Gongfu was melted. The ground had completely dried up, leaving only a few black marks.

Gojo Satoru carefully observed the filthy mantra remaining around him: "Well, it's exactly as you said, it's not the filthy mantra of Gojo Gongfu himself. Well, or he can't use such a spell at all, completely breaking the law. Specifications."

Whether the assistant supervisor is responsible or not is quite important to the conjurer.Just like Gojo Satoru, Yidichi Jiegao can help him line up for limited-edition desserts, clean up the mess, act as a driver, etc., and he is still a good target to vent his anger when needed.

Moreover, Mao Lilan's identity is a bit complicated, so when assigning auxiliary supervision, Gojo Satoru intervened and arranged the people of the Wujo family to Mao Lilan.

It's just that Gojo Satoru didn't expect that it happened that there was a problem with the assistant supervisor from the Gojo family he had arranged.

If Gojo Gongfu could use the spells left on the scene, he would definitely not be assigned as an auxiliary supervisor. Gojo Satoru could see that talents should not be wasted.

Curse Spirit Shinichi stood next to him, apparently making no sound, but Gojo Satoru answered naturally, "You said that before you killed him, he opened his head and ran away?"

"It's so funny, can your brain still run away?"

Gojo Gojo laughed a few times, and then his expression turned cold as if changing his face: "It seems that that brain is staring at Lan's body."

"Tsk, the more you think about it, the worse your mood gets. Let's find other rotten oranges to vent."

"Xinyi-kun, you can go back, thank you this time, I will speak well for you in front of Lan!"

Wutiao Wuren disappeared before he finished speaking.

When he reappeared, it was at the scene of a secret meeting of the high-level conjurers who woke up early this morning and heard the bad news of their companions.

When the people present were emotionally determined that it was Gojo Satoru's poisonous hand, Gojo Satoru himself made a brilliant debut!

Kicking down the door of the meeting room with one kick, he barged in with extra arrogance.

"I seem to hear someone calling my name?" Gojo Satoru stood between several doors, "I'm here, so just tell me what you want to say."

"Anyway, I won't listen to it." He said with a hearty smile.

"Gojo Satoru! Sakaba and the others were killed by you, right!" Someone asked angrily after a moment of silence.

But in that angry voice, there was a little fear that couldn't be hidden.

"That's right, it's me!" Gojo Satoru happily recognized.

"you--!"

"By the way, I was the one who put their heads next to yours~"

"Surprised or not, are you happy?"

"It must be nice to see the old man when you open your eyes, right?"

happy ass!As soon as I woke up in the morning, I saw a bloody head staring at me, without a heart attack, I would have been scared out of it!

And most importantly, how on earth did Gojo Satoru discover their hiding place?

He had dug out all the hiding places. Wouldn't it be easy for Gojo Satoru to kill them in the future?The sword of Damocles hangs above their heads at all times, and it will fall down at any time to kill them. Who is not afraid?

"Are you crazy Gojo Satoru!!" someone shouted loudly.

"I don't call it crazy, it's called reasonable retaliation." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Since the unreasonable United Curse Masters dare to attack my people, it's not too much for me to kill them, right?"

"Before you do anything, you should be mentally prepared for failure. Don't you all think that if Lan is killed by you, I will suffer from being dumb?"

The strongest conjurer is in full swing!

An unreasonable mantra as powerful as his erupted, and instantly razed the meeting room to the ground!

Hiding in a few doors, the gutter mice, who haven't seen the sun for a long time, bathed in the sun for a long time, but there was no temperature all over their bodies, it was terribly cold!

"Isn't the idea too beautiful? Hahahahaha..."

In the ruins, Gojo Satoru laughed, his snow-white hair glistening in the sun.