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

Zhimeng got his wish and saw the quasi-level one curse spirit.

But as a curse spirit born from the negative emotions of human beings, even if it has quasi-first-level strength, it still has something in common with low-level curse spirits——

That is ugly.

Although the strength of the curse spirits is different, the painting style is ugly and the same.

"Why is the quasi-first-level curse spirit so ugly?"

After a moment of silence, Zhimeng questioned his soul.

"Shouldn't the stronger boss look better like in the comics?"

"How can reality be like comics!" Xia Youjie was speechless for a moment.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, nodded in agreement: "Yeah, how could it be so ugly? No one will be fans of such a boss, and even if he is killed, no readers will ask to vomit lunch."

So don't use comics to substitute reality, Xia Youjie's dialogue with the two of them is simply useless.

Then I heard Wujo Wu arrogantly said: "So, just watch me beat this ugly monster to death with a few punches!"

Seeing that the white-haired boy had rushed towards the quasi-level one curse spirit, Xia Youjie regained his senses and hurriedly chased him into the battlefield.

"Wait, don't beat it to death, take a breath, I want to subdue it."

So Wujou is not the only one who is arrogant and arrogant, but Xia Youjie who can say such things is also the same.

But—"Wait, we haven't paid the bill yet!"

Seeing that they completely forgot what Teacher Ye Moth and the Assistant Superintendent had told them, and the two of them who had already started a fight, Zhimeng sighed and had to pay the bill by himself.

"Born from darkness, blacker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy."

The mud-like tent fell from the sky, quickly covering the battle field, and at the same time buried all the sounds of the battle.

This is not the first time Zhimeng has put down the tent, but watching the scene of the tent falling, there is still a kind of sigh that this world is really amazing.

Whether it is a conjurer or a curse spirit, they are all amazing!

Zhimeng, who has also become a member of Miracle now, sighed so much. When he recovered and planned to help, he found that the battle was over, and he didn't need to take action at all.

The ugly curse spirit that was exuding a powerful spell just now has been rubbed into a black ball by Xia Youjie without any resistance.

Seeing this, the white-haired boy at the side immediately said the most arrogant words with the most disappointed expression: "A quasi-first-level curse spirit is nothing more than that."

Zhimeng trotted over in a hurry, and saw that Xia Youjie had swallowed the curse spirit ball with his head up, and then lowered his head uncontrollably, showing a bit of painful expression, and even covered his mouth to suppress his desire to vomit.

"What's wrong? Jie!" Zhimeng was taken aback, and approached worriedly, his keen hearing allowed him to hear the other party's retching.

Weaving Dream understood instantly: "Is it hard to eat?"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the ball-headed boy's back lightly, trying to help him relax.

"...Thank you." Xia Youjie raised his head and forced a smile at Zhimeng, but was soon forced by the nausea again to lower his head and cover his mouth again.

"After all, it is a curse spirit born of negative emotions. It's normal if it doesn't taste good." Gojo Wu came over with a very understanding expression, and then patted him on the back a few times along with Zhimeng.

Xia Youjie, who was feeling better at first, staggered and was almost blown away by his slap.

"You comprehend too hard." Zhimeng quickly supported him, grabbed Gojo Satoru's slapping hand by the way, and looked at him with a slightly accusing tone.

The culprit who was caught by the troubled hand looked at him innocently: "I didn't, it's because Jie is too weak."

"...I'm so weak, I'm so sorry!" Xia Youjie, who finally recovered, stood up straight, looking at the guy who took the opportunity to attack with a smirk.

However, Gojo Satoru answered the words very shamelessly: "It's okay, it's okay, who made Jie my friend, I can only forgive Jie."

hard!The fist is hard!

Xia Youjie felt that Wujo Wu's head attracted his fist very much for a moment.

But before he could satisfy his fist's wish, Zhimeng suddenly said: "I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Zhimeng had fallen asleep at lunch today, and after waking up, he followed them to do tasks, which meant that Zhimeng hadn't eaten yet.

Immediately, he ignored Gojo Wu any more, and apologized immediately: "I'm sorry, because I don't know when you will wake up Zhimeng, so I didn't bring you a lunch box."

He originally planned to take Zhimeng to the cafeteria when he woke up, and borrow the kitchen to cook for him, so that it would be fresh and allow Zhimeng to order food, but he didn't expect that there was a sudden task——

Gojo Satoru rubbed his stomach: "I happen to be hungry too, let's go eat cake."

"The cake has been eaten for a long time, let's change the menu." Zhimeng took Xia Youjie with the other hand, maintaining the attitude of a friend with one hand, and walked forward with a smile.

"Let's go eat noodles today. I remember that there is a family that makes super delicious soba noodles!"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and followed decisively: "Okay."

"What delicious noodles are there? How can Xi Jiufu be as delicious." A sweet tooth lover muttered dissatisfiedly, but was dragged away obediently by Zhimeng.

"I just want to change the menu, next time I will eat cake with Wu~"

Seeing Zhimeng's smiling face, Gojo Satoru still didn't insist, his eyes rolled under the sunglasses and he responded: "Okay, but next time we go to eat, it's just the two of us, I remember Jie said he doesn't like desserts of."

Xia Youjie's smile was instantly false: "Wu, eat so many sweets, be careful of tooth decay."

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, with a proud face: "I have no lower limit."

Xia Youjie's smile froze slightly, Zhimeng Wenyan, who had just dismissed the assistant supervisor, had an eye-opening expression.

"It turns out that no lower limit can still be used like this?"

"My No Lower Limit is the strongest." Facing Zhimeng's amazed gaze, the strongest Gojo Satoru had a deep expression on his face.

Zhimeng cooperates with an expression of admiration.

Xia Youjie: "...Is this the legendary No Lower Limit?"

"Also, Zhimeng, you don't have to cooperate with Wu so much, it will make his tail stick even higher."

Ignoring the last sentence, Gojo Satoru, keenly aware that something seemed wrong, turned to look at him vigilantly: "Why do I think Jie is scolding me?"

Xia Youjie smiled brightly at him: "You think too much."

He was scolding him!

Gojo Gojo suddenly showed a false alarm expression, patted his chest with one hand, and said with great confidence: "It really is an illusion. After all, I am so handsome, so of course I am very popular with everyone, isn't it Zhimeng?"

Xia Youjie's mouth twitched because of his narcissistic shameless speech, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Zhimeng, who got the benefit of ordering food, nodded again and again: "Yes, Wu is super handsome, I really like Wu!"

Satisfied, Gojo Satoru suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

Zhimeng then looked at Xia Youjie on the other side, smiled and said softly, "I like Jie very much, too."

Xia Youjie, Xia Youjie couldn't help but turn his head, the tips of his ears turned red quickly.

After a while, he responded in a low voice: "Ah."

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Me too...cough.