I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Oh... oh, pure love." Yi Gu Youtai was in extremely complicated mood, and repeated in a dull voice: "It's pure love."

The knife in his hand suddenly became redundant, and the handle became hot, making it uncomfortable to hold.

He felt that he should say something. After thinking about it, he felt that he had nothing to say. Ever since he met Dongtang of the Kyoto Conjuration Academy in the last exchange meeting, he understood the importance of respecting other people's love.

Yi Gu Youtai looked at Fu Heihui as if asking for help, his face was weak, and he felt that this senior of the Li faction might not be able to do it today.

Dazai seemed to know what was going on in his heart, and spoke first: "It's Senior Yi Gu, I've heard of you a long time ago, Senior Yi Gu is a person who is like a streetlight to me, if it wasn't for Senior, I don't care How dare you not take the first step.”

He gently caressed the puppet cat, and his white and slender fingers landed on the silky cat fur, which looked very seductive at first glance, but in the eyes of Yi Gu Youtai, it was so strange that he wanted to run away.

Otoko Yuta: ...

"No, you're welcome." Yi Guyou said strangely: "Human...is free."

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet cat's hair exploded in an instant, and each hair stood up straight up, fluffing into a huge fluffy ball, its eyes were round and round, and the corners of the eyes seemed to be split.

"Meow!"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the back of the cat's neck unceremoniously, then brushed against the fur of his body from tail to head, and finally pinched the cat's head into his palm.

The puppet cat opened its mouth suddenly, and its sharp teeth knocked straight down, but stopped abruptly the moment it was about to touch the skin, and Dazai clamped those two fangs viciously, and forcibly moved them away.

Otoko Yuta: ...

No, no matter how you look at it, this is not pure love, Yi Guyou thought too worriedly.

"Student Dazai." Otoko Yuta hesitated and pointed to the struggling cat in Dazai Osamu's arms. The fur ball was struggling with all his might, but was beaten by Dazai again and again. He couldn't bear it: "It doesn't seem to be It's so comfortable, how about I hug you for a while?"

Xia Youjie was about to suffocate, and was disgusted enough.

I only have righteousness in my heart. He closed his eyes and recalled the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, reciting it backwards and then reciting it backwards.

Today he was inexplicably instructed by Osamu Dazai to return to the body of the cat, and he was carried across the campus again. Dazai stopped and stopped on the way, and rested several times. Gao Specialized Kou et al.

Still waiting for more than an hour.

Now, Xia Youjie is sure that Dazai Zhi's appearance today is to disgust him, to retaliate against his so-called "disrespect" and "laziness".

[Too bad to make him cry and apologize. ]

——Even though it happened many days ago, Osamu Dazai always remembered it and picked the right opportunity to take revenge.

His neck was stuck, the angle of his eyes was well estimated by Dazai, and his eyes could fall on Fu Heihui's face impartially, and he looked exactly like Fu Heisher.

The offspring of the monkeys in the monastery.

"Senior Yi Gu is really troublesome." Dazai Osamu forcibly turned the cat over so that its belly was facing up, and smiled at him jokingly: "Be good, or you will suffer."

Xia Youjie: ...

Now he is as disgusting as if he swallowed thousands of curse spirits in one breath, but there is nothing he can do about it. The cat pupil is staring at that smiling mask. If the obtrusive light in the kite-colored eyes is pierced—there must be black holes behind him twisted sludge.

The puppet cat slowly lay back, stopped moving, and squeezed into the master's arms like attachment. The big fluffy tail encircled the boy's thin wrist very possessively, and its throat Makes a cat-like purring sound.

The sunlight fell just right, and it seemed a little quiet.

A small corner of Xia Youjie's heart became more and more gloomy.

His life was not easy, not because he was tortured, but from a spiritual point of view, Osamu Dazai would come up with some methods that would just make his nerves tense every day, adding up over time, he felt that he was gradually becoming a pulled To the extreme, the bowstring on the verge of breaking.

Due to restraint, he could not directly resist Dazai Osamu, but also had to obey the other party's orders. After Gojo Satoru left that night, Dazai Osamu also had the same smile as today, ordering him to recall his death bit by bit, every detail They were all taken out and weighed over and over again, crushed and ground.

Osamu Dazai didn't know what to analyze from it, he sat alone and thought for several nights, and finally asked him for an email address.

Two weeks ago, at one o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Xia You, you have really caused me a lot of trouble." In front of Osamu Dazai was a blank sheet of paper, he scribbled a few lines on it from time to time, and then crossed them one by one: "The quality of the personnel of the Panxing Sect is so poor. I can't get my spirits up at all."

"Have you contacted the previous believers?"

Before he could answer, Osamu Dazai sighed without motivation, changed the topic, and then asked: "I have read your information, what do you know about things like spells?"

Xia Youjie: "It's just some items with magic power. Really useful magic tools are not seen much now."

"That is to say." Dazai Osamu looked at him with lifeless eyes: "The Chanyuan House, the Gojo House, and the Kamo House probably still have some old things left."

Xia Youjie nodded: "Just judging from the sealing spells, the Zenyuan family should have the most comprehensive internal library, and the things you want are more likely to appear there."

He paused, rather puzzled: "What are you going to do now?"

In the middle of the room where all kinds of sundries are thrown, there is a laptop computer that has just been launched, and the mailbox interface is projected on the screen. Dazai Osamu did not turn on the light, and the white light is reflected on that beautiful face, and the iris pupils are light in color. Lightened up.

"If it's for the convenience of sending emails." Xia Youjie repeated the words Mimiko pestered him to buy a new phone in the past: "It's fine to get a new smartphone, and you don't need to prepare for the exam... I thought young people like novelty and weirdness s things."

"Do not."

Dazai Osamu perfunctorily said while typing on the keyboard: "Old mobile phones cannot track addresses through network signals, and will not be tracked by people. Although it is not as convenient as modern technology, I always think that the connection between people does not need to be too deep. — Ah, all right."

He hits the enter key.

Xia Youjie leaned forward, and read intermittently. Dazai seemed to be typing eloquently for a long time, but finally sent out only a few lines: "...I know your secret?"

"Just send the email like this." Xia Youjie said, "It's easy for them to find you."

The man stretched out his hand to hold the mouse, and the cuff of the monk's robe embroidered with gold dust brushed past Osamu Dazai's wrist. He slid the mouse wheel with a slight smile on his face: "You want to lure the mouse out of the hole at once."

Dazai glanced at him inexplicably.

[To this man, human beings, even conjurers, are filthy garbage, maybe since many years ago, he hasn't really laughed anymore. ]

Xia Youjie has a lofty and ethereal aura, which can also be compared with the suffering Asura. He is very clear that his righteousness is wrong from beginning to end, but he is desperately chasing something.

Thin and unapproachable, with a nervous coldness hidden in his eyes.

A human Buddha made up of contradictions and pains, uses the most hopeless way to create the pure land of bliss he longs for.

"It's okay to kill them all at once." Xia Youjie said with a smile in his eyes, "I don't care, but Wu will definitely trouble you."

"They're not rats." Osamu Dazai said flatly, "Rats are always moving around in unknown corners. By the time they were discovered, the rice bags in the warehouse had already gnawed out holes, but these big men—"

He chuckled lightly: "I'm sure I'll be furious. Let's get together again to see who dares to challenge their authority like this, and then counterattack self-righteously."

Xia Youjie stood up with folded arms, and said in a casual tone, "Master Dazai, what kind of life did you live in the past?"

He has seen those children who came from a family of conjurers and were transformed into weird and twisted children from birth, but none of them were like Osamu Dazai, whose calculation and layout had been integrated into his instincts, as if he had been facing an unavoidable situation. An environment where there is no constant vigilance and no sense of security.

Maybe I should eat more candies, Xia Youjie thought.

Fu Heihui rubbed his feet against the floor of the Bow Dojo, and his sixth sense frantically called the police. He scanned the outside of the arena with his peripheral vision. The white-haired conjurer stood casually with his back against the wall, hesitating when he saw him , folded his hands into a trumpet shape, put them to his mouth, and pretended to shout: "Okay——! It's started!"

"Hui should remember to try not to use spells." He added with his index finger up.

Fu Heihui looked at the opposite side again.

Even after he transferred to a high school, Dazai did not make a school uniform like they did. He still wore the same uniform for thousands of years, a standard three-piece suit with all the buttons of the black vest buttoned up, and an overlong black coat with a drape around the neck. The bandages were tightly covered.

Is it really possible?The corner of Fu Heihui's mouth twitched. If he really followed Gojo Satoru's instructions, he would be retaliated to death.

He now understands why there are many more bandages on Dazai's body than the last time he met, and he was trained by Gojo Satoru... He was lucky enough to experience it once. From then on, he would rather be thrown around on the playground by Maki-senpai than to blame himself Bitter.

Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket the whole time, no matter where the attack was going, he could defend it as if he had predicted in advance, and then picked the neutral position to hit the most vulnerable part of the body.

Everyone knows that Gojo Satoru is the strongest, and the power of his spells is unmatched by anyone, but only those who are familiar with Gojo Satoru know that his no-lower-limit spells exist most of the time just to assist physical skills. Strengthen.

The reason is simple.

——The destructive power of a purely magical attack is too terrifying.

"Be careful, Hui." Gojo Satoru had a big smile on his face: "If Zhi can hold on for 10 minutes under your hands, the test will be considered complete, and my teaching plan can enter the next stage."

"Ah." Osamu Dazai moved his wrist twice, squinted his eyes and smiled at him: "Fukui-kun, my brain is a little easier to use than my hands, let's be considered a brain power, please be sure to use your men... "

A cold light flashed suddenly, like a shooting star passing across the sky, Fu Heihui suddenly opened his eyes wide, and leaned back forcefully based on his body's spontaneous reaction.

He could barely see the shadow of the scalpel.

Fu Heihui took a few steps back again and again, pursing his lips, but the smile on Dazai's face didn't change even a bit, and he finished the second half of the sentence gently: "...be merciful."

Fu Heihui couldn't help but look aside.

The white-haired magician didn't know when he restrained his smile and stood up straighter.

"Fu Hei-kun." Osamu Dazai moved his fingers, and the thin and sharp scalpel magically twirled a few times between his fingers, with a soft voice: "Since it is a battle, we must fight with our lives at any time."

Wujo Satoru's ending sound is upturned, elongating the tone: "——Huh?"

Megumi has a good relationship with this brat.

Osamu Dazai didn't intend to irritate people, but precisely pointed out Fu Heihui's combat weakness. Thanks to the Zenyuan family's killer mace, it is difficult for Fu Heihui to be serious in battle. When encountering desperate situations, he always thinks of dying Change your life.

Whether it was just a whim or not, at least it was the first time these days that Dazai did something without any purpose.

"Remember this lesson, Hui." Gojo Satoru stretched his fingers lazily: "Fight with your life."

Gojo Satoru's way of teaching students is the same as his character, he is extremely self-centered and has a certain degree of cruelty, and he will allow students to be injured within a certain limit - as long as the reversal technique can save them, he will not do it in many cases Consider whether you are teaching beyond the capacity of the other person.

As long as I think you can do it, you can do it.

There is no transition from zero to the peak, and there is no process. Because of the six eyes, many application steps are also omitted, and only the final result can be presented. Most of the students taught by him are ordinary people and cannot understand this process at all. .

Over time, it has evolved into an unwritten rule, unless necessary, do not be a student of Gojo Satoru.

……

Fu Heihui gradually realized that there was not only one participant in this test.

Gojo Satoru reminded him not to use magic power as much as possible, but the reality was that he could hardly make the magic power circulate from his whole body back and forth, and whenever he tried to summon a shadow with seals, Osamu Dazai would just happen to touch him lightly.

"Hey hey~ this can't be used."

The magic power circuit on his body seemed to be muted. Once a pitch-black shadow spread from under his feet, but Dazai just lowered his body lightly like a cat, his fist hit the air, and the shadow quietly disappeared after being touched dissipate.

What made him uncomfortable was that he could vaguely detect the shadow of Gojo Satoru from the battle with Osamu Dazai.

Anticipate.

Prejudgment is not difficult for Gojo Satoru, who has six eyes, and the trajectory of all objects is clear in his eyes, but Osamu Dazai seems to see through his every move, and can avoid the attack with the most streamlined movements.

Fu Heihui looked at the black skirt like a butterfly's wing, feeling extremely troubled.

Although Wujo Satoru said that he wanted to fight with his life, no matter how he thought about it, the fight between his companions would not be able to reach such a tragic level. He believed that it would be the same for anyone... except for Dazai Osamu, whoever he couldn't dodge and was cut by a scalpel Up and down, now there must be nothing but lying on the ground and panting.

As a result, his movements became restrained.

The opponent's fighting style also made him uncomfortable.

Sensitive, fast, treacherous and unpredictable, all the attack points are fatal parts, and the attack is particularly fierce. It is different from the orthodox trained martial arts of Gojo Satoru, but it seems to be chosen for the sake of rapid maturity and the pursuit of maximum efficiency. Assassin style.

"Dazai!"

After being predicted by Dazai again and blocking the attack, his breathing became disordered for the first time, and his mood also became impetuous.

[He is too hateful. ]

Osamu Dazai chuckled lightly, and said frivolously, "Ah, it's not a good habit to shout other people's names during battles, my friend-kun will become a slug if you continue like this—"

"boom!"

The bullets swirled and cut through the airflow, and brushed past Fu Heihui's ears. Fu Heihui's eyes were locked tightly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then there was a continuous sound of firing. A few seconds later, on the wooden floor he had just stepped on , are precisely embedded with a bullet.

The shell casings slammed onto the floor.

The bullet crashed into the dark blue mantra, and was bounced to the other side by the airflow. Fu Heihui finally distanced himself from him, clasped his palms together, and Dazai Osamu stood still, with a cold and peaceful posture. Holding the gun in one hand, he continued to pull the trigger.

"--boom!"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head calmly.

A scorched black bullet hole appeared on the wall, rubbing the light and pale hair like the first snow.

Dazai put down his hand very slowly, then threw the gun aside casually, with an indifferent expression, Fuhei Hui paused, and also dissipated his spell power, stood up straight with a frown, and looked at Dazai Osamu.

"...Ah, it's really too bad." Osamu Dazai's face changed, and he said in a panic, "It's so dangerous! The bullet hit the corner and bounced off, wow... It's really too bad, it was just a little bit ..."

He caressed his chest exaggeratedly like the rest of his life.

"Nearly."

"——It's very dangerous." Fu Heihui took a deep breath: "If it were someone else, something might happen now—— Dazai! Are you listening to me?"

"Ah." Osamu Dazai seemed to come back to his senses suddenly: "What did Fu Hei-kun say just now?"

Fu Heihui: ...

The irritable balloon inflated in his heart was immediately pricked by the needle, and his heart, which was almost in his throat, slowly fell back. He wiped off the sweat on his chin, and finally asked the question he had been confused for a long time.

"Why do you have a gun?"

It is still clear about the types that are prohibited by law. This country’s management system is still relatively strict, and there are clear requirements for the conditions and test results of gun owners. There is no doubt that Dazai does not belong to any of them.

And just judging by his proficiency with a gun, he can almost be compared with Maki-senpai's younger sister Zenin Zhenyi.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes: "Don't Fuhei-kun know?"

Fu Heihui: "Huh? What do I know?"

Dazai Osamu's tone was extremely innocent, and there was some accusation implied: "Fukuro-kun didn't know! I used to be a member of the Inukane Group, and I also captured three underground offices with Brother Nakajiro—"

Fu Heihui's expression gradually went blank.

The black-haired conjurer looked bewildered, and said with difficulty, "Inugane Group? Three underground offices?"

Is there something wrong with his ears?

Osamu Dazai nodded in a serious manner, and even raised his chin proudly: "It's the Inukane Group, the very famous one, who belongs to the Great Cool Club, and it is said that the leader of the Great Cool Club talked and laughed with the boss of the Chenzaki Group Woolen cloth."

"That's the famous Tatsuzaki group."

Fu Heihui choked for breath, and his voice was stagnant: "You and them, together captured the underground office?"

"Yes." Dazai looked at him with wide eyes: "I also made a small contribution, Brother Nakajiro gave me some beans, and what's more, everyone said that I was a member of the organization with the code engraved on it, Very benevolent!"

Fu Heihui: Pupil earthquake!

This is the reason...?Dazai is so familiar with the terminology of the Goku Dao... His brain is in a mess. Seeing this, Dazai dragged his voice even more: "Fukui-kun, we have known each other for so long, and I even know your fighting rhythm very well, but you actually , actually—”

Fu Heihui: ...

Facing Osamu Dazai's heartbroken expression, he felt a strong sense of guilt for no reason, and stood there feeling that something was wrong all over his body, until a muffled laughter came to his ears from outside the arena.

"It's too much, Hui." Wujo Wuwei walked over with his back arched and smiling. His height was considered outstanding among tall people, but he always staggered when he walked, and he looked very thin. Cat's back" visual effect.

Like a long-haired white cat with a bad belly.

"Afterwards, Megumi will buy Ives' yokan for me, and I will hand it over to Zhi." Gojo Satoru said lightly, "Megumi's remaining problems will not be solved in a short while, by the way, do you still have to write tasks? Report? After finishing the report, I still have time to give you special training."

Fu Hei Huimu said with a straight face: "Thank you, there is absolutely no one else except for the special training that Knotweed thinks I like you."

"I go first."

When there were only the two of them left in the bow dojo, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and didn't give any advice. Instead, he walked to the locker, slowly brought out a bunch of sweets, thought for a while, and took a bottle of water.

As soon as he turned his gaze, Osamu Dazai was no longer where he was before. In the huge archery hall, on a completely clear afternoon, the sunlight fell unreservedly from the door and window frames, and the wooden floor was reflected with a beautiful luster unique to waxing.

And in such a grand daylight, Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, bent one leg, and looked at the void wearily, with no focus of sight—he stayed completely in the shadow, and the black dividing line separated him from that area. The light that can melt almost all colors is firmly separated.

"drink water?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his gaze without any surprise. The cap of the mineral water bottle had already been unscrewed. He took it flatly, turned his face sideways, rolled his eyes, and then turned back quickly in the next second.

So dazzling.

Literally dazzling, Gojo Satoru's skin is extremely white, the white hair is painted with a layer of light, which is almost dazzling, the color of the sky-like pupils is a little lighter, and the irises are a kind of blue that cannot be imitated by artificial colors.

Osamu Dazai took a sip of water, and a macaron that had been torn from the packaging bag came closer to him again. He paused, but still took it, took a small bite, and chewed slowly.

"There are more and more bandages on your body." Gojo Satoru opened his beautiful blue eyes, protested dissatisfiedly, and leaned towards him without any sense of distance: "Just now Hui absolutely thought it was me who beat you up, obviously the bandages There are no wounds below, hey, you are too much."

The bandages on Dazai Osamu's body were getting more and more day by day, and even Noctua Masamichi specially warned him to be cautious in his actions. It's nothing to let Kosuge Yinkichi wear gauze and bandages on his face all day long.

... He obviously hasn't even opened the no-lower-limit spell these days.

Osamu Dazai smiled hypocritically: "Teacher Wujo, I go back every day, the pain is so painful that I can't even walk, and I feel that the bed is too tight to sleep."

Gojo Satoru's expression was subtle for a moment, but he didn't care whether his reputation was good or bad, and continued to ask: "The things I teach are completely useless, Ji, my time is all wasted."

The skill that Dazai Osamu showed in the test just now has nothing to do with his teaching.

The other party curled his lower lip lazily, and leaned the back of his head against the wall: "Teacher Wu Tiao, didn't you already know? As I said, don't ask me what I know well."

Gojo Satoru leaned on his knees, resting his chin with one hand, and his eyes were curious about seeing new things: "I'm very curious."

As long as he doesn't touch his strings, Gojo Satoru is actually very good-natured. He doesn't care whether the students use honorifics to him. Even if his authority is challenged, he just smiles indifferently.

Even for some troubles that Dazai sees as trivial, Gojo Satoru will be very kind to clean up the mess.

"It was the same when I was teaching you before. It was obviously done very well. My physical skills are far superior to yours. I am sure that there is nothing wrong with my teaching plan. I am also a hundred times better than your previous teacher—"

Osamu Dazai was drinking water, when he heard this, his hands paused, and he put down the bottle together.

Gojo Satoru asked directly, "Why?"

If there is anything that the six eyes cannot see clearly, it is human beings. He can see the physiological reactions and body activities of people, and he can also distinguish the truth from false words, but he has no way of knowing what is in his heart.

Osamu Dazai didn't hide from him either, he exposed himself to the sight of Six Eyes generously, as long as he didn't intentionally challenge Dazai Osamu, the two of them got along peacefully.

Osamu Dazai bears a clear imprint of others.

Gojo Satoru is very aware of the influence of the environment on people. He sent someone to investigate Dazai Osamu's past. They were all very ordinary records, which seemed to be nothing special, but the person in front of him was obviously abnormal.

Wearing that overly long black coat all day long, habitually picking out European-style items, cold-blooded and vicious, with indifference in his bones, but he likes to put on a heartless mask for himself.

...Sure enough, she was raised by very bad people.

He is very familiar with some of Osamu Dazai's little habits. In the final analysis, they are some pretentious problems left over by the Chinese of the Yusanjia type. His walking pace, eating habits, and habit of keeping a distance from people——

However, after Qihai learned of his tireless feeding behavior, he specially sent a message to tell him - don't give Dazai Osamu traditional Japanese desserts, which shows that Dazai Osamu's dislike of the Chinese has been superficial. Too lazy to hide.

"got used to."

Dazai yawned, tiredness accumulated between his brows and eyes: "And it's unnecessary."

He collected information all night the night before, and in addition to waiting for the actions of the idiots of the Panxing Sect these days, he only slept for a short while every day, and walked back and forth at school before.

Add to that the physical combat that was already very intense for him.

Through fighting with Fu Heihui, he thoroughly understood the essence of this group of conjurers - they are simply a group of orangutans who never get tired. At first glance, he had the upper hand at first glance, but in fact, in just a few minutes, he will gradually gain the upper hand. at a disadvantage.

And he is very familiar with Fu Heihui's thinking mode.

While Dazai was thinking, the sugar gradually melted in his blood, and maybe because he subconsciously knew that there was an absolutely invincible force value ceiling next to him, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became lighter.

……

"Okay! Cure!"

Osamu Dazai turned his head stiffly, his pupils dilated slightly, if someone familiar with him was present, he would be able to tell that at this moment, that Dazai's head was really blank.

Gojo Satoru held his wrist and pulled him up: "Zhi's potential is immeasurable, very good."

"But you are too thin, you must exercise thoroughly." The white-haired magician said enthusiastically: "It's very simple, and there are already successful examples."

"Speaking of which, you are disqualified in the world..." Gojo Satoru looked at the other party: "It's another kind of heaven and curse, but there is no magic power at all, and even your own magic power has been nullified."

"Very good, great." He clapped his hands and looked at Dazai with encouragement: "Now I will teach you how to use the magic tools. The physical strength of the sky and the curse is very strong. It won't take long. You You can reach the same level as Maki!"

**

The Dormitory of the High School of Conjuration, seven o'clock in the evening.

Xia Youjie was sitting on the tatami looking through reference materials, turning on the computer from time to time to check something, his face with shallow brows and detailed eyes, always smiling slightly, showed a faint breakdown.

In front of him was a thick stack of science textbooks.

It can be said that Osamu Dazai has brought the role of restraint into full play, using it as much as possible, and maximizing efficiency. In addition to learning knowledge related to curses, college students also have general education courses that are almost as difficult as the science majors of the University of Tokyo.

And this brat threw all the homework at him.

Xia Youjie stared at those weird symbols in disbelief, and for the first time hated himself for skipping too many classes with Gojo Wu, and now he has completely forgotten about those ghost things, and Wujo Wu cheated with his six eyes, not only tossing A technique that is not understandable, has also multiplied the difficulty index of the high school by several layers.

pain mask.

This thing can become the center of the magic world, if it is hopeless, no one can save it.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, he paused, closed the book resolutely and looked towards the door, pretending to perform that he was trying to complete the work of Dazai-sama--as a result, Dazai had low air pressure, like a timed detonator, which could explode at any time open.

If Xia Youjie would still joke a few words when they first met, now he has been tossed by this brat a lot, and he has also summed up some rules.

Osamu Dazai just seems to have no emotions, but in fact he is moody, maybe when it will happen, even if he doesn't have it for a while, he still has a balance book in his heart, coupled with his exquisite acting skills, in this way, the corpse of the target of revenge may be dead It's cold, and I don't know how I died.

Xia Youjie turned back as if nothing had happened.

He roughly estimated the candidate who could make this brat feel embarrassed, and felt that there was no one else after Gojo Satoru, and he was really curious about what Gojo Satoru did to make Osamu Dazai fall in without saying a word the moment he entered the door. Pillow.

In fact, he has always felt that Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru have certain similarities, not to mention anything else, just the ability to choke people is first-rate, and they last for a lifetime. Some people are different, and there is nothing that cannot be obtained, even illusory Love, but also at your fingertips.

what.

Xia Youjie thought for a while and came to a new conclusion.

Dazai worked hard and should be able to turn other people's wives into his own, but Gojo Gojo worked hard and might be able to turn his own wife into someone else's.

Xia Youjie thought about it, his face suddenly became serious, he stood up, and walked slowly towards the window - there was no need to look too much, just the dark purple mist not far away and the familiar shattered spell power could prove it The identity of the visitor.

Panxing religion.

Although the High School of Conjuration is a school, it actually exists like a stronghold in the conjuration world. It is completely protected by the barrier of Tianyuan and is absolutely safe. He spent countless efforts during his lifetime and finally found a way to break through the barrier.

Now it seems that what he left behind is going to be regarded as an inheritance, and it is all divided up by monkeys. Xia Youjie bent his fingers, his eyes were cold, and black and purple balls gradually condensed on his fingertips.

Since this group of people dared to come, it proved that Gojo Satoru was not at the college tonight. He walked back slowly, leaning against the cabinet next to the bed, smiled, and waited for his so-called superior to give orders.

Dazai Zhi had a very light sleep, and was woken up just after falling asleep. It was something he had planned to happen, but he chose an inappropriate time. He looked at Xia Youjie gloomily.

The man shrugged at him without a temper.

[Follow your order. ]

Xia Youjie mouthed silently at him.

Osamu Dazai didn't expect Xia Youjie to take the initiative like his subordinates in Mafia—neither resist nor cooperate. In a special corner, I nested motionless for a long time.

Osamu Dazai was so bored, he sat on the bed with the puppet cat in his arms, and faced the enemy who had already entered the room. He deliberately checked it several times, for fear of kidnapping the wrong person.

Osamu Dazai was blindfolded with a black cloth. This kind of scene that makes ordinary people frightened is familiar to him. He swayed on the road again, and when he finally felt his brain cleared up, he found that the bumping was over and he could feel a faint feeling all over his body. The airflow, it looks like it should be some kind of open space.

"Wake up!"

"I thought it was Noctua Moth or Gojo Satoru, but it turned out to be such a brat?"

In the darkness, he felt that his eyes were getting darker, and there should be someone standing in front of him: "Boy, what is your purpose?"

"It's probably because they want to be heroes. The students in the college always have those goals." Another irascible voice said, "We need to know how he obtained the information, and then destroy the body directly, so that Gojo Satoru won't find out."

The blindfolded black cloth was torn off.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and opened them slowly to avoid the stimulation of strong light.

A group of obese and well-dressed middle-aged people circled around, their gazes were explicit and disgusting, he looked around with a lack of interest, looked back, and found that he was handcuffed behind the back of the chair, as if he was on trial.

Dazai sighed and raised his head slowly.

"Everyone, good evening."