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

"Leihu, Hanayu, I need your help."

Yansuo's words made Zhimeng put down the bouquet in his hand and focus on him.

Then I heard Yan Suo continue: "The world of conjuration is different from before. Conjurers are not allowed to accept tasks of a higher level than themselves. It is difficult to take advantage of loopholes, so we can only do it ourselves."

"In order to give the Cursed King a chance to bind, I can only trouble you to make a surprise attack."

As soon as she heard the curse king, Leu Hu was the first to respond: "No problem!"

Seeing this, Hua Yu also responded: "——"

【it is good. 】

Zhimeng blinked and smiled: "Then add me too, it's so boring to stay here all the time."

Yan Suo looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Zhimeng, do you still remember why you stayed here?"

Zhimeng, who was accidentally exposed in front of Xia Youjie: "...that was an accident, and it's been so long now, that conjurer should have forgotten by now!"

Yan Suo's smile suddenly became more gentle: "They still often wander around Yokohama day and night."

Weaving Meng was silent for a moment, then decisively sought foreign aid, and looked eagerly at the tall and super curse spirit: "Hua Yu, I'm worried about you."

To attack the two-faced Su Nuo's container is to provoke Wujo Wu, the strongest conjurer, and he is a little afraid that Huayu and Leuhu will directly bump into Wujo Wu.

Before Hua Yu could speak, Li Suo said first: "Don't worry, I can hold Wujo Wu there naturally."

Seeing his promise, Zhimeng reluctantly believed him, watching one person and two curse spirits leave the domain.

Zhenren has recently fallen in love with watching movies made by humans, and at this time he is still wandering outside and has not come back. Leuhu and Huayu are taken away by Yansuo, leaving only Zhimeng and Tuogen in the field.

Zhimeng, who was bored, simply made a bouquet out of flowers on the ground, bounded by the sandy beach, and played a sea and land version of the ball passing game with Tuo Gen in the sea.

Well, happy~

Tuo Gen: happy~

There are three first-year students in the college this year, and daily tasks include training.

Because of the new regulations after the reform of the magic world, magicians are not allowed to accept tasks higher than their own level, so the death rate is much lower than when the power was controlled by rotten oranges.

Therefore, just the first-year freshmen, even if there is a second-level conjurer Fu Heihui among them, when they form a team of three, they often take some third- and fourth-level tasks.

This time was no exception. Teacher Xia You gave them a small three-level task and handed it over to them for daily practice, then hurriedly went to do her own task.

There is no way, the world of conjuration is really short of people, even teachers have to go on missions frequently.

The three first-year students were sent to their destination by the assistant supervisor. The three who had already learned the mission information on the way got out of the car and went straight to the abandoned building. The assistant supervisor took advantage of the situation outside.

Auxiliary supervisors are generally served by people who can see the magic spirit, but the magic power is weak.

So the assistant supervisor who sent the first-year trio to do the task didn't realize that not long after he got into the account, someone, no, it should be said that the curse spirit entered the account quietly.

After more than ten minutes, the assistant supervisor who found that the students hadn't come out realized that something was wrong. He remembered what President Wutiao had specifically told him when he was transferred to serve as the assistant supervisor for the three students, so he immediately dialed the Wutiao meeting. long phone call—

With a plop, the assistant supervisor fell to the ground unconscious, and the phone fell to the ground.

Yan Suo, who was walking slowly, bent down to pick up the phone, and then hung up decisively.

He smiled at the curse spirit beside him, "Leihu, I'll leave it to you next."

"It's enough to stop the rescue conjurer for a while."

Leu Hu laughed out loud immediately: "Haha, let me see the strength of a super magician!"

Seeing this, Li Suo added: "Of course, if Gojo Satoru comes, you should retreat immediately."

When receiving Wujo Wu's call, Xia Youjie was exorcising the newly born super magic spirit, but he still answered Wujo Wu's call with ease.

"Moses Moses—"

"Jie, go to Youren and the others, I'll come later."

Then he quickly said the address and hung up the phone.

Hearing this, Xia Youjie's expression changed, he speeded up and dealt with the curse spirit on the opposite side, and then saw a finger falling from the curse spirit's body, his expression became even more dignified.

Then, he put down his finger, summoned a flying curse spirit, and rushed to the destination where the three first-year students were at.

During the period, he also called Jia Ruozi and asked her to prepare for first aid.

But when he arrived, he saw from a distance the auxiliary supervisor lying on the ground, life and death unknown, and the volcano-headed curse spirit sitting carelessly on the roof of the car.

The other party obviously saw him too, and raised his head with a provocative smile.

Xia Youjie took a look at the students who were fighting desperately in the lower tent, and while he was relieved, he immediately summoned a few super-level curse spirits to deal with the curse spirits below, and he himself was the first to save the trio first.

Then, I heard the threat of the curse spirit from the volcano head below——

"Hey, do you care about this guy's life or death?"

The volcano-headed curse spirit jumped out of the car, picked up the auxiliary supervisor on the ground, and smiled maliciously at the black-haired conjurer in the sky.

"Even one's own companions can be abandoned, so is the sorcerer."

Suddenly, Xia Youjie looked at him as if he was looking at a dead object.

He changed his plan and let his special magic spirit help the students, and he got rid of this magic spirit first.

When Xia Youjie and the giant bird-shaped curse spirit under him attacked him from the sky, Leuhu threw away the useless auxiliary supervision and easily escaped the attack from the air.

When she raised her head, Leu Hu could see clearly the face of the conjurer.

"Black uniform, ball head, weird bangs—"

After matching the features one by one, Leo Hu suddenly realized: "It's you!"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Leuhu smirking and summoning a mound-mounted volcano similar to his head from the ground, and spewing flames at him.

"Go to hell, conjurer!"

Leohu, who was severely harmed by the terrible smell at the beginning, let out a happy cry.

Unexpectedly, the conjurer who came to the rescue turned out to be the person weaving dream said, it couldn't be better.

Indulging in the pleasure of revenge, Leu Hu completely forgot what she promised Zhenren to call him to come together, and just fought excitedly.

The collision of body skills and spells, and the unexpected strength of the opponent made Leu Hu more and more excited.

Xia Youjie, on the other hand, became more and more depressed.

This curse spirit is unexpectedly strong, stronger than all the curse spirits he encountered, and the other party has not even opened the domain——

In the next moment, Leuhu, who was full of fighting spirit, simply opened the domain.

"The field expands—ah!"

The sudden attack interrupted the leak that was about to open the domain.

He looked up towards the source that interrupted his opening of the field - white hair, black eyepatch, it was Gojo Satoru!

Hua Yu in the tent suddenly issued a reminder: "——"

[Leo Hu, run! 】

After the words fell, Hua Yu decisively withdrew.

Leu Hu looked at the two conjurers in front of her, and withdrew decisively.

If he only faced one of them, he would never withdraw.

But the two are a bit overhanging, so it is better to withdraw first.

Seeing this, Wujo Gojo, who arrived in time, said decisively: "Jie, take them back for treatment."

After the words fell, he directly chased after her.

Zhimeng didn't expect that when he went there, he was fine, but when he came back, there was only a head left.

Even Hua Yu was seriously injured.

Noticing Zhimeng's unfriendly gaze, he gave a wry smile: "It's good to be able to come back alive."

"Didn't you say that there is a way to hold Wujo Wu?" Zhimeng did not accept this statement.

Lisuo said calmly: "If I can completely hold Wujo Wu, I won't try to seal him."

"Gojo Satoru must be sealed!" Lehu, who only had one head left, said firmly.

"One day when Wujo is enlightened, there will be no day when our curse spirit will come out!"

After today's battle with Wujo Wujo, who had almost lost his life, he had some suspicions that Wujo Wu's strength was exaggerated, and Leo Hu, who thought he could solve it by himself, decisively changed his mind.

And from the bottom of my heart, I feel that Wujo Satoru is their real enemy compared to other conjurers or the conjurer world!

If Gojo Satoru is not eliminated, they will live in each other's shadow for a day.

Li Suo curled the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly.

Zhimeng was treating Huayu, and replied without looking back: "Let's talk about it after recovering your body first!"

Worrying so much about the leftovers, Zhimeng sometimes feels that Leuhu has a high sense of responsibility and doesn't want to be a curse spirit.

The other party seemed to carry the future of all the curse spirits on their shoulders, even if the burden was difficult, they still stubbornly refused to let go.

"I'll just rest for a while."

Thinking of Lisuo's plan, Leuhu warned: "Zhimeng, don't go out anytime soon, you are our secret weapon against Wujou."

Once again, Zhimeng, whose freedom was restricted, became ill for a while, turned around and invited Huayu, who had been treated almost by him, and called the real person and Yusuo to a football match.

Lehu who was kicked as a football:? ? !

"Hey, don't go too far!"

Weaving Dream smiled: "Ala Allah, the wind is too strong and I can't hear it~"

"It's you, Zhimeng!!!"

"Haha, the weather is so nice today~"

High school, infirmary.

The students who fought desperately fell asleep lying on the hospital bed after treatment.

After closing the door of the ward casually, the woman with thick black eyes turned around and looked at the two fellows who were sitting in the office and did not leave.

"The operation was a success, everyone is fine, don't worry."

Xia Youjie was obviously relieved, and smiled at her, "Thank you, Nitro."

"It's just my job." Walking to the window, the housekeeper took out a slender lady's cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Tell me, what else do you two have?"

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu looked at each other, and they reached a consensus in an instant.

"Glass, I saw Zhimeng before."

The hand of the family who entered the nitro smoking was given a meal.

"Yokohama is full of Dreamweaver's cursed filth...he became a cursed spirit."

Jia Ruozi turned his head abruptly: "Zhimeng is not dead yet!"

Xia Youjie smiled wryly: "Yes, Zhimeng is not dead yet."

"So, who is the weaving dream we saw in Yokohama?"

This is something that Xia Youjie has been unable to figure out.

Zhimeng is obviously still alive, lying in the crystal coffin; so what is Zhimeng, the curse spirit in Yokohama? ! !

Wujo Wu muttered: "My six eyes can't be mistaken, it's definitely the filthy spell left by Weaving Dream."

Jia Ruozi asked calmly, "Did you bring him back?"

The two strongest were silent.

Jia Ruozi: "...be more reliable at critical moments, you guys!"

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It is imperative to seal Wujowu!