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

In the end, it was Hana's magic power that gave birth to a fruit tree full of sweet fruits, which saved everyone from the terrible taste of nightmares in their mouths.

After eating several fruits, the sweet taste barely suppressed the disgusting feeling in his mouth, Zhimeng finally felt alive.

At the same time, the overflowing spell power was regained control due to being disgusted by the spell ball and made the chaos, and the other spell spirits who were affected and forced to empathize with him were finally saved.

After recovering, Louhu was the first to question Zhimeng: "What did you eat!"

The real person lay prostrated on the hammock, the book dropped to the side, and his eyes were emptied to look at the sky. He was almost a useless spirit.

Tuogen's entire mantra floated on the surface of the sea, his eyes were full of circles, and he lay on his back in a drowsy state, thinking that the surface of the sea was almost a useless fish.

Zhimeng threw herself into Huayu's broad arms, her eyes were red and she was gently comforted by Huayu, feeling extremely wronged.

"I was tricked by a magician!"

He had never been wronged like this since his birth.

Seeing this, Hua Yu was very distressed: "——"

【who is it?I'm going to kill him! 】

"He must be killed!" Leu Hu agrees very much, but also trusts Zhimeng's strength very much.

"But Zhimeng, you should have killed him, right?"

Zhimeng, lying in Huayu's arms, was silent for a moment: "I really want to kill... but how can I do it in that situation?"

At that time, he felt that he would be poisoned to death if he didn't save himself!

Leuhu choked, but thinking about the feeling just now, the blue face almost turned green.

He understood Weaving Dream's feelings: "Then tell me which magician it is, and I'll kill him."

Hearing this, Zhimeng turned his head and looked him up and down, compared the strengths of the two, and felt that Leuhu could almost solve the opponent, so he replied.

"It's a black-haired man in black clothes, with a bun on his head, who can control spells with spells."

"Oh, by the way, he still has a strange lock of hair in front!"

When Yansuo came in, he heard Zhimeng's words.

This familiar description made him subconsciously think of the magician Xia Youjie.

Leu Hu nodded: "I will pay attention, if I see someone similar, I will kill him."

The real person suddenly reached out and interjected: "When you see it, remember to add me, I will make him the ugliest curse spirit!"

Otherwise, I would be sorry for his suffering!

Yan Suo approached, and asked gently without changing his face: "What are you talking about?"

Zhimeng glanced at him, buried his face in Huayu's strong chest again, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm talking about how to take revenge."

revenge?

First he was puzzled for a moment, and then he connected Xia Youjie with the revenge that Zhimeng said, and he couldn't maintain his gentle expression.

"Who are you going to kill?"

"A nasty conjurer."

Answering this, Fenshan's curse spirit suddenly looked at him and asked, "Kamo-kun seems to have a different opinion, does he not want us to do it?"

After saying that, the curse spirits present all turned their attention to the young sorcerer in front of them, as if the other party dared to nod and they dared to turn their backs.

After all, the sorcerer who cheated Dreamweaver also offended them, and was blacklisted by all their curse spirits!

"How could it be?" Yan Suo's expression remained unchanged, and he even smiled gently: "I just want you to take me with you when you do it, maybe you can interrogate some secret news about the magic world by the way. If not, then you can only Kill him."

Feeling the real malice and killing intent emanating from Yansuo, the expressions of the curse spirits suddenly eased a lot.

"Okay." Weaving Meng even more simply agreed.

"If I see you, I'll call you together."

In short, he must avenge this revenge!

Yokohama.

After Zhimeng left, after confirming that he could not find Zhimeng for the time being, Xia Youjie left Yokohama and went to Wujo House overnight to find Wujo Wu.

As a frequent visitor of Wutiao Zhai and a close friend of the owner of Wutiao Zhai, Xia Youjie's status and degree of freedom in Wutiao Zhai are still extremely high.

After the servant on night shift said that the master went back to his room to rest after his return, Xia Youjie understood where the other party was.

Passing through the long corridor where he and Gojo Satoru had once set up a barrier, Xia Youjie entered the room where the person he cared about was located.

Unsurprisingly, he saw the white-haired young man in a white bathrobe resting on the crystal coffin, who was awakened by his appearance.

"It's Jay."

Realizing that it was someone he was familiar with, Gojo Satoru yawned and lay back on his stomach again.

Ever since he accidentally discovered that someone wanted to steal Zhimeng's body, and in the days that followed, he made many attempts and never gave up, Gojo Satoru developed the habit of waking up in the middle of the night and resting here.

Only by resting on Weaving Dream's coffin can he feel a little at ease.Don't worry that after he fell asleep, Zhimeng's body suddenly disappeared just like Zhimeng's sudden death.

Then he will definitely go crazy!

"Enlightenment."

Walking to the other side of the crystal coffin and sitting down habitually, looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man in the coffin, Xia Youjie thought of the mantra weaving dreams that he saw in Yokohama just now, and under the mixed sorrow and joy, he suddenly felt Unspeakably bewildered.

"What's the matter, Jie?" The white-haired young man looked up, feeling that something was wrong with his best friend's mood.And decided to comfort each other casually for the sake of friendship, after all, Jie is not a glass heart.

Then he heard his best friend say in an erratic tone: "Wu, I saw Zhimeng in Yokohama."

"Yeah, it's okay——" Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up and grabbed the collar of the black-haired ball-headed young man: "Jie, what are you talking about!"

Xia Youjie didn't struggle either, and let him grab his collar, meet the six blue eyes of the white-haired youth and repeat.

"I saw Zhimeng in Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru's breathing stopped for a moment.

As soon as the strength in his hand was loosened, the white-haired young man fell to the ground, his head drooping, fully revealing his frustration.

Although there were speculations and premonitions before, after the incident actually happened, I found that it was much more difficult to accept this reality than imagined——

"Why didn't you bring Zhimeng back?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly asked, looking up at him, his blue eyes were full of paranoia: "Even if Zhimeng becomes a curse spirit, we must bring him back!"

What are they waiting for for so many years?Isn't it just for Zhimeng to come back?

In this case, it doesn't matter if it's a human being or a curse spirit who came back - as long as it's all weaving dreams!

Xia Youjie smiled bitterly: "Do you think I don't want to? Zhimeng doesn't want to go with me at all."

Think about it from the very beginning, Zhimeng faced him with the appearance and aura of others, without any intention of exposing himself at all.

If Zhimeng hadn't suddenly copied his spell later on, and was so disgusted by the smell of the magic spirit ball that he couldn't keep the magic spell of transformation back to its original state, he wouldn't have known to fight against him, and the super magic spirit who wanted to kill him turned out to be weaving dream!

"Impossible!" The white-haired young man frowned: "How could Zhimeng not want to go with you... Is there any restriction on him, such as not being able to leave Yokohama?"

Otherwise, Zhimeng should have come to Tokyo to find them long ago, right?

Gojo Satoru selectively ignored the fact that Zhimeng not only didn't show up when he went to Yokohama for inspection last time, but also erased all the filthy mantra, obviously because he didn't want to see him.

"Compared to restrictions—" Xia Youjie looked at the sleeping boy in the coffin, and said his guess in a deep voice.

"I actually feel that Weaving Dream seems to...don't remember us."

Otherwise, this can't explain why Zhimeng used his spells unpreparedly... After Zhimeng tried it once, he completely gave up his curiosity and refused to use his spells again!

Knowing the price to be paid for using [Spell Manipulation], even he would be mentally prepared before swallowing the magic ball, but weaving dream tonight's unhesitating appearance seems to be unaware... ...Compared to pretending, Xia Youjie prefers weaving dreams without the memory of the past.

"He even tried to kill me—"

Because he forgot the past and him, Zhimeng wanted to kill him and took action——

Coming to this conclusion, Xia Youjie felt suffocated for a moment, and couldn't breathe due to heartache.

Looking at his dear friend who was in a trance and suffering, and whose body was even twitching unconsciously, Gojo Satoru suddenly got up.

Xia Youjie regained his senses slightly: "Where are you going?"

"I'll bring Zhimeng back."

The white-haired youth strode out the door.

"Even if it's a curse spirit... I want to bring him back!"

He has waited ten years for weaving dreams, how many ten years can he have in his life?How many more decades can he wait?

Even if it is a curse spirit, as long as it is still weaving dreams, what difference does it make if it is a human being or a curse spirit?

What he was waiting for was Zhimeng, not any identity or race.

As long as Zhimeng said to him "I'm back"——

I will forgive him!

Gojo Satoru's full of anticipation and ecstasy finally dissipated in Yokohama where he couldn't find the one he wanted.

In the field of vision of the six eyes, the air is filled with the curse power of weaving dreams everywhere, proving the fact that the other party has appeared.

But it gradually disappeared, and the filthy that had not been replenished all the time also told the story that the owner of the filth never appeared again.

Even after Gojo Satoru insisted on taking the time to come every day, and also came to Yokohama during the day and night, he couldn't find him, let alone Zhimeng's figure.

The same is true for Xia Youjie.

As if everything he saw and experienced that night was just a dream, good and bad, in his deep sleep.

Now that the dream is awake, he will return to the reality that Zhimeng is still sleeping, not waking up.

……

Another year passed in a blink of an eye.

Fu Heihui, the son Fu Heisher entrusted to Wutiaowu before his death, is now also the age to go to a high school.

This year's freshman year was not as lively as last year's freshman year. There were only two students, one of whom hadn't enrolled yet.

Fortunately, before entering school, Fu Heihui would occasionally be taken out on missions by Gojo Wu or Xia Youjie. With his excellent spells, he was a second-level conjurer when he entered school, even if he was the only one in the first grade. It's okay to work alone.

On this day, Fu Heihui was assigned by Gojo Wu to take back the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo.

……

At night, outside Sugisawa No. [-] High School in Miyagi Prefecture.

Secretly watching the development of the situation, after receiving the news of the success of the plan, Li Suo showed a satisfied smile.

Not in vain of his hard calculations, the cursed king was finally resurrected.

On the side, Zhi dreamed of the scene he had just seen, frowning slightly.

"Two-faced Su Nuo, it doesn't seem easy to get along with."

Yansuo smiled and said, "After all, he is the king of curses that existed thousands of years ago, and some tempers are normal."

"Really?" Zhimeng raised her eyebrows, and then smiled.

"But, my temper is not good either."

***

Is it true?Are you dreaming or waking up?