A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

After the update of the tracking compass, Zhimeng once again took his friends to hunt down the brain.

However, this time they circled Tokyo from the sky several times in the magic spirit, and the tracking compass did not respond at all, as if the brain they were trying to track did not exist.

The brain flower didn't know what kind of magic technique it used to completely hide its own aura—weaving dream, who came to this conclusion, finally came in high spirits, and came back disappointed.

cunning!So crafty that guy!

The method of extinguishing the crisis from the source is no longer feasible, weaving dream can only use a backup plan——

"Ha, is this what you've been doing these days?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the spell tool in his hand, wearing small round sunglasses and made into the shape of a white cat's head keychain. After seeing the additional effects in it, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and asked.

"How did you think of a magic tool with such an effect?"

Weaving Dream looked heavy: "Just in case."

The keychain spell with the head of a white cat was given a double-like effect by him.When the host is imprisoned or in other negative states, the avatar will automatically transfer these negative states to itself.

If Future Enlightenment is still sealed, then it will only be the Mao Maotou keychain that will be sealed, not Enlightenment himself.

"Enlightenment should always be carried with you!"

Weaving Dream exhorted.

The small round sunglasses of the white-haired boy slipped down the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes stared at the long-haired boy in front of him, his expression was momentarily obscure.

"Zhimeng, who are you looking for recently?"

"It's not a person, it's a cunning brain." Weaving Dream corrected.

"Brains?" After a moment of chills, the white-haired boy gripped the Maomao head keychain and muttered.

"That thing can run on long legs? Shouldn't it be in people's minds?"

"You're right." Zhimeng nodded, "So it's hard to find if it's hidden in other people's minds."

In the dream, if he hadn't witnessed the brain blown off his head to reveal his real body, he would never have imagined that Jie was manipulated by someone brainstorming!

The white-haired boy who finally matched his brain with the top-secret information in his brain had a delicate expression: "Where did you know about Brain?"

Isn't this the guy who has a scar on his head, can change bodies at will, and peeks at Zhimeng's body in the important news they left in the future?

Jay said it!Definitely Jay!

The white-haired boy who had been betrayed by Jie in the matter of Fu Heisher thought so.

Unexpectedly, Zhimeng said: "I saw it in my dream, and it gave me a bad feeling at the time, so I wanted to try to see if it was true, and it turned out to be true."

This left Gojo Satoru with nothing to say.

Zhimeng seems to have become stronger again, and even the danger in the future can be predicted... So, how will Zhimeng, who is as strong as Zhimeng and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, die in the future?

Even if it were him, it would be impossible to die so silently, right? !

Gojo Satoru once again fell into deep doubts.

After all, what is missing?

"You two, did you fall asleep in the toilet!"

After waiting in the dessert shop for a long time before the two came back, they finally got up and went to the toilet to look for them, only to see Xia Youjie standing next to the sink, and couldn't help but question his soul at the door.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally forgot the time."

Only then did Zhimeng come back to his senses, smiled at him and went out.

Gojo Satoru also came back to his senses, and clicked his tongue: "I'm so impatient, Jie."

"I just don't want to be told that by you!"

……

At the end of May, it was the anniversary of the dean's mother's death.

No matter how busy she was, Zhimeng took time to go to the cemetery to worship her.

He bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and placed them in front of the tomb, then stood quietly facing the tombstone for a long time.

Human sad emotions will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time-weaving dream very much agrees with this statement.

When he stood here a year ago, he was still so heavy and sad that he couldn't cry, and felt that everything was unacceptable as if he was in a dream.

But now, a year later, Zhimeng can no longer empathize with her original self, and can easily accept the reality of the death of the dean's mother.

His sadness and reluctance disappeared.

"What will the dead world be like?"

Zhimeng murmured in a low voice: "If I die, will I see the dean's mother?"

"I don't know if you will see her, but I think you want to see my fist now!"

The sudden voice from behind brought Zhimeng back to his senses, and when he turned around, he saw the familiar white-haired boy.

"Enlightenment? You solved it so quickly?"

Turning his gaze, Zhimeng looked at the empty seat beside him: "Didn't you bring Jie with you?"

"We split up, Jetsons, and we haven't resolved it yet."

Gojo Satoru looked at him sharply as he stepped on the opponent without blushing and heartbeat.

"Don't try to fool it with Jie, you were thinking about something bad just now!"

"Ah, did it fail?"

"...What's the matter with your regretful expression! Weaving Dream, you've learned badly!"

The white-haired boy immediately cursed bitterly: "It's Jay! It's definitely Jay! It's been said that Jay has been hacked and you should stay away from him. See if you're all black now!"

Weaving Dream pondered: "Ah, this, I think it's not only Jie's reason, Wu also played a big role."

"After all, isn't there a saying that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black?"

Hearing this, the white-haired boy was so emotional that the small round sunglasses fell off, and retorted: "That's even more Jie's fault, after all, I'm different from him, I'm so white, there's nothing black at all!"

Zhimeng was silent.

The white-haired boy was still yelling: "You know Zhimeng, you have seen it when we took a bath together, the black one is Jie, and my whole body is white..."

Zhimeng couldn't help laughing: "Thank you, Wu."

In front of the gray tomb, the long-haired boy smiled brightly at him, as if all the colors and lights were gathered around him.

"I'm in a much better mood now."

The white-haired boy put away his exaggerated expression, pushed the sunglasses that had slipped off, and said in a reluctant tone.

"Then I will forgive you for your irrational speech just now."

So Zhimeng smiled and said: "This is even, let's go back."

"Won't you stay a while longer? I just have time to be with you."

"No."

Zhimeng turned around, and the dean's mother in the black and white photo on the tombstone was smiling lovingly at him.

Zhimeng looked back, smiling brightly and briskly.

"Compared to the past, I really look forward to tomorrow!"

Some people may think he is ruthless, but——

Tomorrow, the best is always tomorrow!

Only the infinite tomorrow and the beautiful future attract him the most!

The two quickly moved away from the cemetery using spells.

In the woods outside the cemetery, a strong, super-class mantra spirit with black spell patterns all over his body broke his concealment and walked out of the trees.

The curse spirit stared at the direction the two left with eyes with branches, and didn't look back for a long time.

After a while, there was another young magician who looked like a human in the woods.

There was an obvious suture line on his forehead, and he smiled gently at the curse spirit in front of him and said, "How is it, is this the person you are looking for?"

"——" The super curse spirit turned to look at him.

【Who is he? 】

The young sorcerer answered with kindness: "Weaving Dream in the Cloud, 16 years old, the spell is [Copy], discovered and recruited by Noctuid Zhengdao, a conjurer with outstanding talent, who passed the first-level examination in only the first grade."

The super magic spirit was silent for a while, and asked again: "——"

[Can you bring him out alone? 】

The young sorcerer showed a troubled look: "This, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult..."

"You just saw that white-haired boy, one of the same period and close friends of Cloud Weaving Dreams, Wujo Wu, who is also a first-class magician, and the black-haired boy Xia Youjie in the photo I gave you, the three of them One has always been inseparable, and if one moves, the other two will find out, under such circumstances, it is too difficult to ask Yun Zhimeng to come out alone!"

The super magic spirit ignored his distress: "——"

【Go and distract those two humans. 】

The young magician fell silent.

If he hadn't been sure that he had found this special curse spirit from deep mountains and old forests, and he didn't know about the outside world, he would have thought that the other party wanted him to die on purpose.

If he really had the strength to deal with Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, would he still go to the curse spirit? !

He had already gone up to beat the Six-Eyed Curse-Seizing Soul Technique by himself!

"Don't worry, Hua Yu." The young sorcerer whose forehead was pierced by a suture thread laughed.

"Soon, you will have the opportunity to meet him alone."

In a blink of an eye, June arrived, and the busy summer season for magicians came again.

After several missions led by the seniors, the talented Nanami Jianren and Huiyuanxiong are now also qualified conjurers who can form a team to complete missions.

When the busy summer came, the first graders were also sent around by the tasks assigned by the high-level.

However, Ye Mo Zhengdao, who just became the principal of the Tokyo Conjuration College recently, found Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie, and Zhimeng, and solemnly gave them a task——

Escort and obliterate a maiden!

Zhimeng was shocked: "Are we conjurers still working as killers?"

Xia Youjie: "Have you finally lost your mind, Mr. Moth?"

Gojo Satoru: "Is it because he was in high spirits after taking over as the principal!"

"……no."

Ye Mozheng ignored the twittering of the other two bad students, and tried to bring the topic back to the task.

The main reason for this task is that Lord Tianyuan’s art is about to be initialized. In order to prevent Lord Tianyuan’s body from aging, the art will automatically recreate the evolutionary behavior of the body, and to prevent the evolved Lord Tianyuan from becoming an enemy of mankind. ——Every 500 years, it will assimilate with a suitable human astral body to refresh its physical information.

But now, the astral body girl's location has been leaked, and roughly two groups of people are eyeing her.

"...Therefore, you need to send the astral body to the high school before the full moon when Master Tianyuan assimilates in two days' time!"

Zhimeng was silent for a moment: "But, isn't this, sending a girl to die?"

Night Moth Zhengdao neither admitted nor denied it.

It is related to Master Tian Yuan, the matter of astral body is not something that a mere headmaster can talk about... He may not want to, but there is nothing he can do.

The atmosphere in the room became tense.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie got up, and each pulled Zhimeng away.

"Let's talk about this question after we meet the astral body first." Xia Youjie reassured.

Gojo Satoru seconded his suggestion: "Yes, yes, maybe he will be very happy."

"If you agree to this kind of thing, you will definitely be brainwashed!"

Zhimeng still felt impossible.

"Maybe." The white-haired boy walking beside said briskly: "After all, those rotten oranges in the upper echelons have never behaved like a human being, so it's not surprising that they did something like brainwashing."

"Well." The black-haired ball-headed boy on the other side smiled: "Anyway, we are here. If the astral body is not willing, who can send her to die from us?"

Zhimeng smiled: "Jie is right."

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I wait ahead, what is it?