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

"Why didn't you help me?"

Faced with Zhimeng's suggestion to find another person to help him break through, Zhenren was somewhat reluctant.

After all, in terms of Zhimeng's unfathomable strength in his opinion, it is more than enough to help him.

Therefore, compared to others, of course weaving dreams is better.

Regarding this, Zhimeng looked at him with a smile, and answered irrelevantly: "I recently came up with a new move."

Saying so, a flower branch with delicate pink flowers was constructed in his hand.

The flowers blooming brightly on the branch, falling petals with the waving of Zhimeng, are beautiful and brilliant.

The real person watched the movement of weaving dreams, and saw that the falling petals corroded, deformed or cut the ground, and then reacted belatedly.

"Each petal of these flowers has a spell with different effects?"

Zhimeng nodded, stopped waving and explained: "I will materialize the offensive spells I have seen and figured out into petals, let them gather into flowers and bloom on the tree of nothingness, when I summon the tree, The petals flying all over the sky are overlapping attacks, which is very suitable for the enemy to use when there are many times."

The real person thought about that scene for a while, and suddenly became excited: "This is not a trouble for weaving dreams haha..."

It's true that he won't get hurt easily, but he always feels that Zhimeng has plenty of ways to deal with him... It's not his hobby to be beaten blindly, so he should find someone else, at least he can beat him back and forth.

Then Zhimeng picked a flower from the flower branch and handed it to him.

The real person subconsciously reached out to take it, and heard Zhimeng say: "Take it well, in times of crisis, it will send you to my side."

Hearing this, the real person who understood that this flower can be said to be a life, solemnly hid it in his heart.

Seeing that he understood, Zhimeng urged him to leave: "The opponent I found for you is a magician named Qihai Jianren. His strength is comparable to yours, and he is a good opponent."

"Hey, this is what he looks like, go find him."

And before the next day, the real person was forced to teleport back to him in tatters.

Zhimeng looked at the lump of rotten human flesh in front of him and fell silent.

The real person...is it so good? !

As if seeing what he was thinking, Zhenren managed to restore his mouth, and explained aggrievedly: "It's not that I'm weak, it's that I met Gojo Satoru, he was too fast, and he didn't give me time to change his form at all. ..."

He also doesn't talk about Wude very much, if he is directly enlarged to deal with him, it's fine, with the flower Zhimeng gave him, he will come back without injury.

In the end, the other party wanted to beat him to a pulp, so he rubbed a [茈] to kill him, and then he came back like this...

"It seems that as long as the strength is strong enough and the speed is fast enough, you can easily seriously injure you without giving you a chance to transform. What a big weakness."

Zhimeng was thoughtful, and gave Zhenren a special treatment, which made him revive immediately with full blood.

The revived Daoist immediately abandoned the grievance just now, happily moved to his side, and gave him good news: "Although I was beaten, I can expand the field."

"Oh?" Zhimeng looked at him and said with a smile: "It seems that your beating is not in vain."

Then, the real person took Zhimeng out of Tuogen's domain on the grounds of showing him his own domain.

Randomly found an uninhabited wilderness, Daoist opened up his domain——

"[Self-closing circle]!"

Countless palms intertwined and entangled rose up from the ground, finally forming a spider web-like shape to form a closed domain.

The blue-haired curse spirit located in the center of the palm watched the prey in the net frantically, and spoke innocent words with an obsessive demeanor.

"The soul of weaving dreams, I'm really curious."

"Let me take a closer look, touch—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was whipped across the face by a slender flower branch.

When this whip knocked him over, even the newly formed domain collapsed.

Landing on the ground again, Zhimeng looked at the real person on the ground curled up and covering his face, and sighed: "I probably understand why Gojo Wu beat you like that."

Because the real person really deserves a beating!

Even as a real companion, he couldn't help but want to do something, let alone Gojo Satoru, who was an enemy.

It's really not wrong for a real person to be beaten!

"That's because I stepped on his sore spot!"

The real man, covering his face, showed his eyes through his fingers, and the eyes gleamed with pure malice and pleasure.

"It turns out that the so-called strongest magician is similar to ordinary people. He will also become angry after being stepped on a painful spot. The look of a defeated dog who vents his anger is really pleasant!"

Ah, it's even more unjust for a real person to be beaten.

Thinking of this, Zhimeng said lightly: "Isn't this normal? After all, the strongest magicians are only human beings."

as well as--

Zhimeng looked down at him, and in the sudden misfortune of the real person, smiled at him, and raised the delicate flower branch in his hand again.

"Although it's good to be able to open the field, your physical skills are really bad. Let me help you with special training."

Real person:! ! !

……

Next to the volcano, Leuhu, who was healing in the hot spring, had a wounded friend.

Looking at the real person floating in the hot spring like a dead body, Liu Hu was startled: "Who beat the real person like this?!"

The Fenshan Curse Spirit by the hot spring replied with a smile, "I did."

After a second of calmness: "Oh, it's all right."

Real person: "...don't you even say a word of revenge for me?"

Leu Hu looked at Zhimeng, and introduced himself: "The real person seems to be still not convinced, do you need my help to teach me a lesson?"

The real person couldn't believe it: "How about companion love?!"

"That's unnecessary." Zhimeng smiled and rejected Leuhu, looking down at the blue-haired curse spirit in the hot spring.

"I think real people shouldn't do it again."

Leu Hu looked at the real person, and stopped talking.

As if the real person didn't hear the threat in Zhimeng's words, he took off his clothes in the hot spring and leaned against the edge, topless to greet Zhimeng.

"The hot spring is so comfortable, let's soak in together and weave dreams together."

Zhi Zhi dreamed of the feeling of soaking in hot springs, and readily agreed.

He took off his loose coat and top, and stepped into the hot spring with his upper body naked, enjoying a moment of comfort.

Then, the scorpion came.

"Everyone is here."

Seeing the three curse spirits in the hot spring was surprised for a moment, the magician with a conspicuous suture line on his forehead said directly.

"The sister school exchange meeting between Tokyo and Kyoto is coming, and our opportunity has also come..."

Recently, the students of the college found that after Teacher Xia You, who was in a bad mood, left school to do an assignment, Teacher Wu Tiao, who occasionally came to guide them, was in a bad mood again.

Although he looked the same as before, with a joking and unserious manner, but after careful observation, it was found that Mr. Wutiao, who had been smiling all the time, was actually not in a good mood.

But he didn't show anything, and he still interacted with the students happily as usual, without infecting his emotions to others at all.

Seeing this, a few students with keen senses tried to comfort them but found that the results were not good, so they could only make themselves more well-behaved to save Teacher Wutiao from worrying.

Gojo Satoru could see it, but he was in a really bad mood, but he could only live up to the kindness of the students.

Sure enough, he is the most popular teacher, Jie is still far behind!

After entertaining himself and adjusting his emotions, Gojo Satoru went back to work.

It's not like Xia Youjie who can take advantage of the task to vent, but he can't.

He is as busy as there are curse spirits born every day.If he is not busy with work today, he will not want to go home from get off work tomorrow to watch Weaving Dreams.

"Knowing that you are so busy, you still come to my place for tea?"

In the infirmary, Jia Ruozi, who was rarely able to rest for a while, looked at the white-haired young man who came uninvited, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Glass." Gojo Satoru, who had always been arrogant to the outside world, lowered his head, showing a rare look of fragility.

"Tell me, can Zhimeng still wake up?"

The long-haired woman leaning on the back of the chair heard the words, and insisting that seeing is believing, she asked back: "Is that curse spirit really weaving dreams?"

"Jie said yes, and you said yes, but after all, I didn't see it with my own eyes. I can't rule out that this is just a conspiracy to shake you."

As a woman, the family who should be more emotional is more rational than them.

"The effects of the spells are all kinds of strange. It's not surprising that there are one or two spells that can change into someone else's appearance. Besides, there were many people who saw Weaving Dream back then, and many photos of him have been circulated. Isn't it easy?"

Gojo Satoru didn't respond, he reached into the top pocket of his shirt, took out something and handed it to her.

Jia Ruozi glanced at it, was stunned for a moment, then straightened up abruptly: "This is—"

"This is dropped when solving the stitched face curse spirit."

The white-haired young man explained in a low tone: "At the critical moment, the curse spirit was replaced by the magic formula activated on the chest, and there was a replaced flower branch in place... But I hit [茈] before, and it was saved. Take these two petals."

"It's full of Dreamweaving's curse power!" Jia Ruozi reached out and tried to touch it, but he stopped him.

"Don't touch it, it looks like an ordinary flower petal, but there are many offensive spells superimposed on it."

There was a pause as he stretched out his hand, looking at the two petals, cracks appeared in the original self-deception.

Opening her mouth, she tried to convince herself: "There are too many special techniques, but it's just a breath image."

It seems that as long as he does not admit it, Zhimeng will not become a curse spirit, but will continue to sleep, waiting for the time to wake up.

The white-haired young man with downcast eyes said: "I know this kind of flowers, they bloom in the field of weaving dreams."

"No one knows this except me and Jie, and everyone who has seen it is dead."

So, if it's fake, how did the fakers know it?

Jiajin Nitro suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to your home."

The footsteps gradually receded, Gojo Satoru stared at the pale pink petals in his hand, as if he saw once——

In the mist, the flower of nothingness bloomed on the giant tree, emitting a glimmer of light.

Under the tree, there are three familiar people, supporting each other.

***

"Weaving Dream, are you unable to hold on?"

"I can hold on."

--fraud!