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

The super-level curse spirits retreated, and Yan Suo was killed. When the other curse masters were dealt with and couldn't wait to come to support, seeing the situation was not good, the curse masters retreated one after another. When the curse masters came, they saw a person in a black uniform hugging tightly. Wujo Satoru.

other people:? ? !

Worrying for nothing!

Only Xia Youjie among them couldn't help approaching: "Weaving Dreams!"

And after realizing that there were many magicians approaching, Zhimeng couldn't bear it anymore and escaped from Gojo Satoru's embrace as if he was about to strangle him.

"If you dare to leave, I will immediately hunt down those ugly monsters!"

A ferocious and gloomy voice came, and the white mist that had planned to retreat paused for a moment, and gathered together again to condense into a human body.

The appearance of the human conjurer who had turned into it on purpose disappeared, and she was dressed in pink fir again. Wearing a crown of flowers, Zhimeng stood not far away holding a flower branch.

Fenshan Curse Spirit glanced around the conjurer, and smiled angrily: "Then I want to see, is your speed faster, or mine."

The white-haired young rascal who managed to keep the person behind smiled, and his words were full of confidence: "Well, then we just have a fight, and then we will take you home."

"You are so confident!" Zhimeng mocked him.

"I will be ashamed if Zhimeng praises me so much."

The opponent was too shameless, Zhimeng was momentarily speechless.

"Super Conjurer Weaving Dreams in the Cloud—"

Suddenly, a voice came, attracting the attention of others.

I saw the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery wearing a dark bathrobe, with a head of white hair combed into a shoulder-length back, with slender eyebrows and a long beard similar to an English beard. Pink Fir Curse Spirit.

"No, now it's a super-level magic spirit that weaves dreams in the cloud, and together with other magic spirits attack non-magic masters, causing the death of a large number of non-magic masters."

The eyes of the strongest first-level conjurer turned to Gojo Satoru: "President Gojo, I suggest exterminating him on the spot!"

As soon as the words fell, the college students who were originally brought by the teachers to rescue the non-artists were stunned.

"That depends on whether you have the ability!" Zhimeng sneered, and waved the flower branch in his hand without hesitation.

In an instant, a giant tree rose from behind the pink fir curse spirit, and the delicate pink flowers bloomed all over the tree, and the tempting sweet fragrance overflowed immediately, making people feel refreshed and drowsy.

"Be careful!" Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei bit the tip of her tongue, using the pain to wake herself up: "Hold your breath, the fragrance of this flower is poisonous!"

Even though she had reminded, many people were still caught in the trick, holding their breath one by one and using their own methods to cheer themselves up.

Immediately afterwards, the giant tree shook its branches, and petals fell from the sky.

The fallen flowers are colorful and beautiful.

But at the same time, this beauty is also accompanied by murderous intent.

The original advantage of having a large number of people has now become the biggest disadvantage under the rain of flowers all over the sky.

"Scatter!" The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan didn't bother to stare at Zhimeng, and shouted loudly: "Everyone disperse!"

So many conjurers are crowded together, which not only increases the chance of being hit, but also makes it inconvenient for each other to move, and they may even accidentally hurt each other while dodging.

Xia Youjie summoned a magic spell that is a defensive spell to open a safe passage for his side: "Everyone retreat first, go this way and leave!"

And the chief culprit, Zhimeng, after he caused trouble for these magicians, he has decisively fought with Gojo Wujo.

The flower branch that has been applied with the interference technique is like a long whip, which can be long or short, close or far away.

Liuyan saw the spell on the flower branch clearly, Gojo Satoru stopped having no lower limit, and switched to protecting his body with magic power, grabbed the flower branch bravely, trying to pull the person opposite into his arms.

But when he grabbed a section, Zhimeng automatically discarded a section, and continued to whip with the flower branch that had regained its length.

Zhimeng's attack was not particularly ferocious, but he restrained Gojo Satoru's use of no lower limit and other moves, but he seemed to be more relaxed by simply using physical skills to deal with it.

He even had the energy to laugh and said, "Hasn't it been a long time since you fought? Why do I feel that Zhimeng's physical skills have regressed?"

Zhimeng ignored him, but he became more energetic: "This is not good, Zhimeng, it doesn't hurt to beat someone, I will think you are reluctant to beat me."

"This way, this way, hit this side, use your strength!"

"Ah, it's like dreaming back to the high school all of a sudden, when Jie and I taught you physical skills—I really miss it!"

"I said, Zhimeng, do you really have no memory at all?"

……

Ignoring the annoying nagging on the other side, Zhimeng continued to twitch with a sullen face, thinking that if he didn't want to buy time for Liuhu and the others to retreat, he wouldn't be here listening to Baimao's nonsense on the other side.

"Are you stalling for time?"

The question that pierced his thoughts abruptly, while Zhimeng was slightly stunned, the white-haired young man opposite had already made a gesture.

"The field expands——【Boundless space】!"

Accompanied by a large amount of mantra pouring out, Zhimeng was instantly pulled into the inner side of No Lower Limit, and was forced to produce a large amount of invalid information in his brain, so that his brain froze and his body could not move. He could only watch helplessly as the white-haired youth approached again Holding him in her arms, she sighed contentedly.

"I miss you so much, Zhimeng."

"Welcome back!"

The Shibuya incident ended in a hurry as the initiators fled one after another.

However, the number of non-magician casualties was particularly impressive, and the bloody and terrifying corner of the conjurer was forced to be exposed to the non-magician.

As the president, Wujo Wu not only had to deal with the questions from the non-magic masters, but also suppressed the voices in the magic world clamoring to exorcise Dreamweaving, and he was about to lose his head for a while.

First of all, on the side of the non-artists, although their response measures have always been concealment, it really revealed that Gojo Satoru is not a restrained temperament, and decisively kicked the ball to the high-level government officials who sent questions, making them think about it. Do you want to open the magic world to everyone?

After all, as long as there is a curse, no matter whether it is widely known in the magic circle or not, the curse masters who are the curse busters will not be short of food.

However, non-magicians should be careful. Once the existence of curses and curse spirits is widely known, murders by curses will be common in the future, and even cause social turmoil.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru, who always had the initiative in his hands, kicked the ball back without any panic, and began to deal with the internal affairs of the magic world.

Most of those who clamored for him to exorcise Zhimeng were Zenyuan and Kamo in the Gosanzhong, except for the Gojo family.

Ever since Wujo Wu came to power and the Gojo family became the dominant family, the Chanyuan family and the Kamo family gradually became dormant.

In the face of Wujo Wu's order, they will not deliberately ignore it, even if you listen to it, don't expect them to be so sincere, they are just judging (fearing) the (five) degrees (tiao) situation (enlightenment), Just be beaten for fear of the situation.

It's okay that nothing happens usually, but once they are given a chance, they will bite the Wutiao family hard.

For example, now, they clearly know that Zhimeng is Wujo Wu's best friend and a curse spirit he is reluctant to exorcise, but they insist on forming a group to follow the rules of the magic world, and as the president, they must set an example and force him to do so with a dignified appearance. Exorcising and weaving dreams.

Gojo Satoru was laughed at by them.

Obviously Zhimeng was captured by him, but these people came up with ideas faster than him one by one. I don't know, I thought they captured him and let them deal with it.

The strength is not good, but the face is thicker than the city wall!

They were so shameless, Gojo Satoru unceremoniously turned them all back, completely ignoring the instant stinky faces of those people.

Anyway, he didn't rely on these talents to secure the position of president, so naturally he didn't mind them offending them.

Furthermore, if he dared to keep Zhimeng, he naturally had a way to restrict the other party, so he didn't bother them to worry about it.

After all, he is the strongest!

When Wujo Wu was busy talking to others, Xia Youjie was also surrounded by students and asked about weaving dreams.

"Isn't Zhimeng still alive?" The panda who saw Zhimeng sleeping in the crystal coffin was very puzzled: "What happened to that curse spirit? Is it really Zhimeng?"

Nanako: "Brother Zhimeng doesn't seem to know us? Let's forget it, he doesn't seem to see Teacher Xia You!"

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "Yes, yes, will you lose your memory after becoming a curse spirit?"

Fu Heihui: "Kumizhang...is he alright?"

Hearing the sharp questions from the students, Xia Youjie answered them one by one without fooling them.

"I'm also confused about weaving dreams into curse spirits."

In fact, he and Satoru had guessed whether something happened when Yokohama merged with their world, and Zhimeng, who went to Yokohama for a mission, was implicated, which caused the current result.

Yes, as people who have traveled to different worlds, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu are very clear about the fusion of worlds, unlike other people who are not aware of it at all, but think that different abilities are a system that has always existed.

"The conjurer should have a memory when he becomes a curse spirit. Maybe something happened to him in weaving dreams..."

After a pause, Xia Youjie looked at Fu Heihui: "Sorry, I haven't rescued the knotweed stick until now... The knotweed is a container with two sides, and those curse spirits can only be fed to his fingers at most, so it won't hurt his life for the time being. of."

However, it is also dangerous to just eat the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo——

Fu Heihui lowered his eyelashes, and the other students' expressions became heavy when they thought of their classmates who had never been alive or dead until now.

Yi Guyou thought about it too much, and comforted him: "Everyone, don't worry, now that Teacher Yun is here with us, Manju Lingfang will definitely make some moves, and we should be able to see the knotweed soon."

Mimiko: "We will definitely save the knotweed!"

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "Senior, when the time comes, we will join forces!"

Panda: "Everyone will work together, and we will definitely be able to bring back the knotweed!"

Seeing the refreshed students, Xia Youjie smiled: "Don't worry, and the teachers will definitely bring the knotweed back."

When Zhimeng regained his ability to think, he only felt in a trance, and it took a while for him to return to normal.

He subconsciously looked around, only to see that the surrounding area was covered with densely packed banning charms, and even his wrists were locked with chains.

More importantly, he was the only one in the not-so-large room.

With a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhimeng mocked the person who locked him here in his heart.

Sure enough, you are an idiot, thinking that you can be locked up in this way——

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and Zhimeng slightly opened his eyes wide, unable to believe that he had failed to dissolve the fog.

Realizing something, he suddenly touched his neck, where there were a few more loops of rope, Zhimeng even touched a bow.

Unzipping the bowknot, as expected, it was a tight knot, Zhimeng's complexion instantly darkened.

Suddenly, the door opened—

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Even if it's locked... stay!