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

In the middle of the night, Wutiaowu habitually went to find Zhimeng after waking up, but found that someone had already arrived before him.

A black-haired young man with a ball head and wearing a black uniform sat cross-legged on one side of the crystal coffin with his head down.

Even though there was a bright light above his head, he seemed to be in a dark corner, being swallowed up by the approaching darkness bit by bit.

After a pause, Gojo Satoru resumed his pace and walked over to say hello lazily: "Hey, Jie, I'm a little early today."

The black-haired young man was dull for a moment before he raised his head and forced an ugly smile: "Ah, Wu, you're here."

"What happened to you today? You're in such a bad mood?" The white-haired young man sat cross-legged on the other side and asked jokingly.

"Could it be that we met Zhimeng again?"

The black-haired youth silently acquiesced.

Realizing his thoughts, the smile on the face of the white-haired young man gradually disappeared: "What, this is too much..."

"Since you want to see Jie, why don't you want to see me?"

The gray-haired youth stared at the long-haired youth sleeping in the crystal coffin with six unshielded blue eyes at night, repeating the last sentence of complaint.

"You're going too far, weaving dream...it's not fair at all!"

"...I'm going to make a fuss!"

After habitually saying this sentence, the white-haired young man suddenly came to his senses, realizing that no one would laugh at him and coax him into accommodating him even if he made trouble again.

The person who was happy to coax him to accommodate him and make trouble with him most of the time is not only lying here long ago, but even after becoming a curse spirit, he is unwilling to see him again...

Gojo Satoru suddenly sneered, raised his head and laughed at himself: "What is Lao Tzu?"

This sentence resonated with Xia Youjie, and he couldn't help laughing at himself: "Yeah, what am I?"

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, and kept his head up. Even though his eyes hurt from the light from the lighting spell above his head, he stubbornly refused to close them.

Because... He was afraid that once he closed his eyes, the tears would no longer be under his control.

However, Xia Youjie wanted to confide in him, so he said to himself: "Qihai called me an inexplicable phone call today, and no one spoke after I answered it. I felt something was wrong. I thought something happened to him, so I asked the assistant supervisor to investigate. The location of his mission today..."

"Then I saw Zhimeng again."

"He turned into a blue-haired young man covered in sutures, but I recognized it as Zhimeng at a glance."

"I heard from the phone that they were going to the amusement park, so I booked a nearby amusement park and dispersed the tourists. When Zhimeng arrived, I made a bond with him not to hurt each other within the day, and played with him I went through the amusement park project and met all his requirements—"

"But in the end, he turned around and said to me that Qihai looked familiar to him..."

Having said that, the black-haired young man couldn't help but choked up for a moment, and then asked as if he couldn't bear it.

"what about me!"

"Even Qihai looks familiar to him, why doesn't he have any impression of me and even hasn't given up wanting to kill me!"

"...What am I?" Xia Youjie smiled wryly.

"I'm not even as good as Nanami!"

After listening, Gojo Satoru lowered his head.

After staring at the strong light, his eyes were somewhat blurred, but he still stubbornly did not close his eyes, staring straight at the sleeping boy in the coffin.

"Jie said that...wouldn't it be worse for me?"

Jiebi is no more than Qihai, but Jie has at least seen Zhimeng.

But if he didn't even see Zhimengying, wouldn't he be better than Lianjie?

"It's not fair, it's so unfair!"

He murmured, but jealousy, anger and other ugly emotions were burning in his chest, like bubbles constantly breeding and colliding in the bottom of his heart before bursting.

"Weaving Meng...you are so unfair, I'm really going to make a fuss."

However, there was still only dead silence in response to him.

The magic tool above the head dutifully illuminated the room, but it couldn't illuminate the two people who were already immersed in darkness below.

After leaving the amusement park, Zhimeng, who had been free for a while, turned around and returned to Tuogen's domain.

With his help, the real person who turned into him was not exposed, and even imitated his appearance and lay his corpse in the flower field, and Hua Yu also accompanied him to lay the corpse.

It's Leuhu, because he was seriously injured before and is still recuperating at the volcano. He doesn't know whether he is going to monitor the two-faced Su Nuo's container or to make trouble. There are only a few of them in the field.

Zhimeng's return did not attract the attention of other curse spirits. He glanced at the real person who had opened his eyes in the flower field, and he went to lie down on the real person's hammock with a natural expression, picked up the books on the ground and started to open them.

Unlike people who have always despised and hated humans, naturally they will not learn human knowledge, so they are still illiterate, and weaving dreams are literate.

Not long after he was born that year, he was very curious about this strange world, and knowledge is the best way to understand this world, so for a while he often went to human schools to attend classes, and naturally learned to read——

Speaking of birth, Zhimeng suddenly remembered that it seemed that the day he was born was also the day when the Six Eyes of the Wutiao family was born!

That being said, they are still related.If the other party is also a curse spirit, he will definitely be willing to make friends with the other party.

It's a pity that it's just fate. They have different identities and camps. After all, there is no chance of fate except for the identity of the enemy.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

The real person who came over at some point squeezed into the hammock, bent his upper body and asked in a low voice: "Have you met a conjurer? It doesn't matter if you are seen, as long as you kill it, you can also use my spell .”

In the end, he even felt a little pleasure.

Transformed into his appearance, surrounded by his aura, using his technique—as if completely contaminated by his aura, becoming his thing from the inside out, it is a pleasure!

Zhimeng came back to his senses, looking at the real person with a happy expression on his face, as if he had discovered some new continent.

He casually threw away the book that he hadn't read at all, and grabbed the real man's shoulder with both hands.

In the next moment, Zhimeng who was lying down and the real person who was sitting switched positions.

Zhimeng bent over excitedly and approached the lying real person: "Is this how my face looks like? It's the first time I've seen you!"

"It's also the first time I've seen it." Staring at the face that belonged to him in front of him, the real person hugged Zhimeng with burning eyes and a bright smile.

"Sa, let's see more different expressions~"

In the next instant, he was transformed into a familiar blue-haired dog.

Zhimeng, who had returned to her original appearance, flicked her wide sleeves and knocked the stunned blue-haired dog to the ground, and lay down on the hammock again.

"Weaving dreams!"

Facing the real dog with its paws on the hammock and eyes full of accusations, Zhimeng smiled without guilt.

"I don't know why, but the real person's appearance just now made me want to do it."

The real dog choked, and then felt that Zhimeng didn't restrict him from transforming back this time, so he pinched himself back to human form.

By the way, she has become a young and handsome young lady who is easy to be loved and loved.

The poor and cute blue-haired Zhengtai was holding the edge of the hammock with both hands, and looked at the beautiful elf-like long-haired boy on it with an aggrieved expression.

"Eccentric, Zhimeng, you are too eccentric!"

Zhimeng raised a strand of black hair on her chest, and smiled slowly: "I said, I don't have a heart."

Lan Fazheng choked too much, but he was used to Zhimeng choking, and thinking about it made him even more aggrieved: "But you are not like this to Leuhu and Tuogen!"

Only him, only he seems to be targeted by Dream Weaving all the time! ! !

"Really?" Zhimeng thought for a while, and it seemed to be true.

His eyes fell on the blue-haired Zhengtai who was wronged and anxious. The long-haired boy with a beautiful face, like a blooming flower of beauty, smiled at him.

"Maybe it's because real people are special to me."

Just such a light sentence, but the real person who didn't expect to hear such an answer was stunned in place, and the viscera on the chest seemed to come alive because of it.

The next moment, a pair of immature hands grabbed Zhimeng's hand playing with her long hair.

When he looked up, he saw the shining eyes of the blue-haired curse spirit, as well as his innocent and innocent smile.

"Then, just be special to me!"

"Look at me more, pay more attention to me, let me... be less jealous!"

Real people have been getting a little weird lately.

Looking at the blue-haired curse spirit who turned into a young man and carefully braided hair for him for a while, and was robbed of his work because of his work. Having been robbed, Hua Yu, who had already started glaring at the blue-haired curse spirit, Zhimeng fell into deep thought.

How did things become like this?

Did he do anything to make real people like this?

After careful consideration, Zhimeng came up with a negative answer.

He did not.

Let alone things, even his words have always been light and weightless, and they don't have much sense of reality.

So, it's the real person's problem, not his.

After getting this answer, Zhimeng was satisfied.

He suddenly asked: "The real person hasn't been out for several days. Your experimental product, what is it called Shunping, won't be abducted by the magician?"

Zhimeng still remembers that when he went out that day, Qihai Jianren stopped him from talking about the movie theater case, and it seemed that the real person had been found.

"Ah, Junpei, I almost forgot." The blue-haired young man looked stunned, but quickly resumed his movements.

"It's okay, it's okay, that kid is full of malice towards humans. He still trusts me stupidly, even if he is a magician, he won't get any news from him for a while."

Zhimeng's eyes flashed: "In this case, can we train him to be our pawn in the magic world?"

"Just relying on Kamo-kun to get news from the magic world, no matter how you think about it, it can't make people feel at ease."

After all, no matter what that person is, he is not their real companion.It seems that they are helping them, but it is better to say that they are using their power to complete the opponent's plan to seal Gojo Satoru.

Even though they are the same, it is also good to obtain news from the magic world through multiple channels. Junpei just meets the conditions and can easily enter the magic world.

Maybe it will come in handy at a critical moment.

Anyway, no matter what, it's better than being completely controlled by Qian Suo now.

As a curse spirit who was born from human malice and inherited human cunning and scheming, Daoist understood the meaning of weaving dreams almost instantly.

He lowered his head and smiled at the long-haired curse spirit on his lap: "Then, as you wish."

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If you are more special to me, I will be more obedient——