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

The curse spirit in the village was killed by Zhimeng, who was rarely able to express himself.

It didn't count as killing him, but before Wutiao Wu and Xia Youjie caught up with him, he cut the curse spirit in half, and then let Xia Youjie who rushed over make it into balls.

"Wait for Jay first!"

Zhimeng stopped Xia Youjie from swallowing, but took out a candy wrapped in colorful sugar wrappers from his pocket.

With a twist of both hands, Zhimeng, who easily peeled off the sugar coating, handed the light-colored candy to the other party's mouth.

"Eat a candy first and then eat."

Xia Youjie looked surprised.

In fact, candy can't relieve the nausea caused by the magic ball, it's not like he hasn't tried it.

But Xia Youjie ate the candy with a smile on his face: "Well, thank you."

In any case, this is the intention of weaving dreams.

The refreshing sweetness flashed in his mouth, Xia Youjie subconsciously bit the candy and swallowed it, but he didn't notice the sweetness that disappeared too quickly, thinking it was because he swallowed the candy too quickly.

Then, he swallowed the magic ball in one gulp, but while waiting for the familiar feeling of nausea, his small eyes widened in shock.

He, he—he didn't even taste anything this time, and his mouth was filled with an unspeakable dullness.

Xia Youjie, who had tried many methods but still couldn't weaken the taste of the magic ball, was shocked.

Zhimeng didn't notice his change at this time, because Wutiao Wu saw that after he fed Xia Youjie candy, he was dissatisfied, and he wanted it too.

So, he directly asked Zhimeng for it.

But Zhimeng rejected him: "No, this is specially made for Jie——wait a minute, Wu, don't eat it!"

Gojo Satoru was even more upset when he heard the words specially made for Jie.

Why not do it for Jie?He is not allowed to eat!

Wujo Wutiao, dissatisfied and somewhat aggrieved by Zhimeng's refusal, simply went straight out of Zhimeng's pocket, anyway, he wanted to eat this candy today.

Therefore, Zhimeng didn't notice for a while, and watched Gojo Satoru take the candy from him and quickly ate it, and showed him a smug smile while holding the candy wrapper.

Zhimeng was silent for a moment, looked at him hesitantly, and finally turned to look at Xia Youjie who was still in shock.

"How are you feeling now, Jay?"

Xia Youjie came back to his senses, and when he heard Zhimeng's question, he suddenly thought of the candy Zhimeng gave him just now, and his heart moved: "Is that candy? I just swallowed the curse spirit and didn't taste anything!"

Hearing this, Zhimeng breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at him: "That's great, it seems to be useful to Jie."

With a sugar ball in his mouth, Gojo Gojo Ichida, who found that except for the sweetness at first, could not tolerate the sweetness now, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Xia Youjie asked excitedly: "Zhimeng, what kind of candy is that candy? Where did you buy it? The effect is great!"

He went back and bought a few boxes first!This is simply his savior!

Zhimeng suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I didn't buy it, I made the mints myself."

Xia Youjie was stunned: "You did it yourself?"

He remembered that dream weaving is not a kitchen killer——

"Yes, I did." Organized the language, Zhimeng explained: "As long as it is a dish or dessert made by me, except for the original taste of the food at the moment of entrance, it will not be eaten soon. The taste is gone. My mouth is full of bland taste like drinking white water, so everyone says that my cooking has no soul."

"The last time I tasted the magic spirit, I was thinking, maybe my ability can help Jie, so I made some mints for you to try when I went back on weekends."

Hearing this, Xia Youjie was moved.

He put his hand on Zhimeng's shoulder, and said solemnly: "It's a great help, Zhimeng."

He was wrong, he shouldn't think that Zhimeng is a kitchen killer, Zhimeng is simply the reincarnated God of Cooking!

With Dreamweaving's special candy in the future, he can swallow dozens of curse spirits in one go without frowning.

Zhimeng, his eternal god!

"Wait!" Gojo Wu raised his hand and asked, "Jie said he didn't taste the curse spirit just now, does that mean that before eating the curse spirit——Jie's sense of taste has been destroyed!!!"

Gojo Satoru's face became horrified: "The candy made by weaving dreams has ruined the sense of taste!!!"

Zhimeng and Xia Youjie were stunned.

Immediately, Gojo Satoru showed another expression of gloating: "It's miserable, it's too miserable, Jie. It's hard not to be poisoned by the curse spirit, but the taste is destroyed by the dream weaving sugar."

In this regard, Xia Youjie moved his eyes down, settled on the right hand of the other party who was still holding the candy paper, and then smiled: "It's okay, with Wu Wu, a sweet tooth who can't taste sweetness anymore, I have nothing to fear .”

Compared with the disgusting taste of the curse spirit, he would rather have no sense of taste.

I just realized that I am miserable, and I will never taste the sweetness again, hahahaha!

Hearing this, the white-haired boy remembered what he had just done, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and finally fixed on the mourning expression.

Feeling the mouth full of dullness despite the sugar ball in his mouth, Gojo Satoru looked at Zhimeng, and suddenly felt like crying without tears.

Zhimeng looked at him sympathetically: "I've said it all, it's made for Jeter, you can't eat it."

Gojo Satoru was really about to cry at this time, regretting too much: "Zhimeng, why can you make such terrible candies!"

"No, even if you want to do it, it shouldn't be made into candy. I want to eat candy when I see it! What should I do now..."

Zhimeng looked at him suspiciously: "If you don't make candy, you won't snatch it?"

Gojo Satoru paused suspiciously for a moment: "...Yes."

No wonder!

It is said that it was made for Jeter and he has no share, so it would be no wonder if he didn't snatch it!

"Forget it, I've already eaten and there's nothing I can do." Xia Youjie looked at the friend he wanted to sacrifice just now with a rare look of tolerance, and comforted him.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's good for you not to be able to taste sweetness. At least after you stop eating too much sugar, I won't worry about you having tooth decay and the risk of diabetes one day in the future. In this way, the whole People are much healthier."

Of course, it would be more convincing if the smile on the corner of his mouth was not so gloating when he said this.

"Wow!" Thinking of the terrible future of losing his sense of taste, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but pounce on Zhimeng.

"No, I don't have a sense of taste anymore, Zhimeng, you have to be responsible for me!"

As he spoke, he crushed the candy ball and swallowed it, Gojo Satoru continued to cry.

"Be responsible for my life, Zhimeng, oh, goodbye, my beloved Xi Jiufu..."

Zhimeng couldn't bear it anymore, thinking about what the dean's mother said to take care of the patients and not to bully or discriminate against them, she stopped deliberately teasing him, and said hastily.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid, the loss of taste is only temporary, it will be fine in half a day."

Otherwise, there are so many people who have tasted the results of his home economics class, if all of them have lost their sense of taste permanently, how could he be responsible for it?

Although he was mentally prepared to lose his sense of taste permanently, Xia Youjie had to admit that he was relieved when he heard Zhimeng said that the effect would only last for half a day.

Although, it is better to keep the taste.

Gojo Satoru's crying stopped abruptly.

He let go of Zhimeng, wiped his face with his sleeve, and immediately became a good man again.

First he laughed a few times, and then deliberately changed the subject: "Zhimeng, you candy is very interesting, let's go play tricks on Nitro!"

Xia Youjie looked at him teasingly: "Wu just cried."

The white-haired boy's smile froze.

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