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

After the pleasant dinner, the three of Zhimeng headed towards the amusement park.

Because the distance was not too far, the three of them chose to walk there, treating it as a walk after dinner.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, but Zhimeng didn't feel the slightest bit——

Wutiao Wugou on the left approached with his shoulders on his back, and Xia Youjie on the right approached hand in hand not to be outdone, ignoring the weird eyes of passersby.

Zhimeng in the middle was tightly wrapped by the two of them, and the heat coming through the clothes and interlocking fingers made her feel really warm.

Zhimeng once again confirmed the strangeness of these two people.

Because it would be too clingy.

Forget about Wu, he has always liked to hang shoulders with him, punch and kick Jie, arrogantly disregarding etiquette and rules.

But Jie is different. He is always gentle and polite-at least on the surface-so people can basically find no faults.

But now, Jie seems to have abandoned the politeness of the past, just like Wu learned, holding his hand alone, and returning a gentle smile to him who looked at him as if nothing happened.

Zhimeng was full of question marks from them, but thinking about the way he was used to Wushou, holding hands with Jie was nothing, and he was indeed aware of their obvious uneasiness, so he just let it go.

If it can make Jie and Wu happy, then it's fine.

The three of them walked all the way to the outside of the amusement park while maintaining an overly clinging posture.

From a distance, the amusement park is a scene of feasting, feasting and laughter.Even at night, there are many tourists inside.

The three of them bought tickets to go in. Before they could figure out what to play, Gojo Satoru took him to a stand selling cotton candy, picked out a pink and white cotton candy in the shape of a cat's head, and handed it to him.

Zhimeng took it with a smile, and handed him a marshmallow in the shape of a blue cloud and a marshmallow in the shape of a brown bear's head and handed it to Jie.

Gojo Satoru looked at it, and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Why is mine a cloud and Jie's a bear?"

Compared with Maomaotou, who is also an animal in Zhimeng, his Yunduo doesn't fit in at all!

Xia Youjie smiled at Zhimeng: "As long as it is given by Zhimeng, I like any shape."

This look of Bai Lian who seems not to fight or grab, but actually does everything, looks like Gojo Satoru just wants to find an open space to have a good "chat" with him.

Regarding this, Zhimeng said: "Because, there are clouds like white mist in Wu's eyes, which are very beautiful."

And——smiled brightly at the black-haired ball-headed boy: "As for Jay, I don't know why I think of Jay when I see a bear. Probably because Jay looks as strong as a bear, which makes people feel at ease."

It can be said that it is very fair and just, and it is not favoritism at all. It is a dream-like praise.

How many years has it been since I heard this kind of dream-weaving praise?

Ah, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

But Zhimeng's voice and smile seemed to be still in front of her ears.

Just like now-

Relying on the fact that he was wearing sunglasses, others couldn't see his gaffe, Wutiao Wu took a bite of the cotton candy and laughed loudly.

"The cotton candy Zhimeng picked for me is really sweet!"

Xia Youjie blinked quickly, trying to blink away the moisture in his eyes, lowered his head and took a bite of the marshmallow, then squinted and smiled: "Mine is even sweeter."

"Mine is sweeter!" Wutiaomao refused.

"Mine." Xia Youjie didn't budge.

Immediately, the two stared at each other like childish elementary school students.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhimeng couldn't help laughing while holding the cute cat's head marshmallow in his hand.

Then, it was the familiar process again——

"Zhimeng, who do you think is sweeter?" x2

The boss selling cotton candy couldn't help muttering: "It's all made of a bag of sugar, can there be two kinds of sweetness?"

Although the boss's voice was not loud, it still couldn't be hidden from the ears of the naive two, but they both chose to ignore it, and just wanted to hear Zhimeng's answer.

Zhimeng looked at the two of them, and replied as a matter of course: "Which one is sweeter? Of course, you have to taste it to know."

The next second after the words fell, there was a blue and a brown in front of him, and two marshmallows, both of which had been bitten, approached.

"Then try weaving dreams!" x2

Seeing the expectant expressions of the two, Zhimeng blinked: "Then I'm impolite?"

"you are welcome!"

"Taste it!"

Zhimeng smiled happily: "I just want to try different colors!"

As he said that, he took a bite, tasted it carefully, and gave a serious answer.

"I think it's the same sweetness."

"That's it." The black-haired boy repeated, and the white-haired boy showed a sly look.

"Then there's no way."

Then in the next second, the two teenagers, one black and one white, seemed to have negotiated, lowered their heads and approached, and quickly bit off the ears on both sides of the Maomaowu head marshmallow in Zhimeng's hand.

Weaving Dream:? ? !

He bowed his head in a daze for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw two people smiling brightly at him.

"Sure enough, I think weaving dream's cotton candy is sweeter."

"Yes, weaving dreams is sweeter."

Seeing the happy faces of the two of them at the moment, and then looking down at the head of the cat that lost its ears, Zhimeng couldn't help but laugh.

"Really? Then I'll try it too."

He lowered his head and took another bite, and the top part of the flat cat's head was dented, and the originally cute cat's head now looked a bit pitiful.

"It's very sweet."

Zhimeng looked up and looked at the two of them, and the three couldn't help laughing together.

"What do you want to play first? Jie, Wu?"

"Let me tell you first, I won't accompany Wu on the merry-go-round."

"Then Zhimeng and I will go on the carousel, Jie, you can take pictures for us!"

"I reject--"

"Then let's sit together and ask the staff to help take pictures..."

The three teenagers with their own characteristics walked away talking and laughing.

The boss who sold the cotton candy was alone and watched the whole process, and couldn't help touching his cheek. He didn't know why, but he had a toothache for no reason.

The future on the other side——

"I don't know whether Zhimeng's soul became a curse spirit because of his death, or died because his soul left his body..."

With loose long hair, an adult woman in a white coat stared at her contemporaries in front of her, and saw a scene in her memory——

"Weaving Meng, who became a curse spirit, has no memory about us. He thinks that he is a curse spirit born naturally from the fear of human beings, and regards magicians as enemies, and kills them without hesitation!"

"Why is there no memory!" Gojo Satoru interrupted her, puzzled.

"The conjurer turns into a curse spirit, and he is deeply obsessed. Even if he loses his humanity, he will not lose his memory!"

Xia Youjie fell into deep thought: "In this way, Zhimeng, who has lost his memory, has no obsession, so how did he become a curse spirit?"

Thinking back to what Glass said, Zhimeng's body didn't have the slightest wound, and there wasn't any trace of being hit by a spell—then the problem went back to the beginning.

How did Zhimeng die?

"So, we never imagined how Zhimeng died, and how he became a curse spirit." Jia Ruozi lowered his eyes, looking at the unconscious Zhimeng in the crystal coffin.

"I only heard from Wu Hejie and the mission report that Zhimeng became the leader of a group of super magic spirits, with the purpose of destroying all human beings and making the magic spirits the masters of the world... and the plan was implemented in this way, many The sorcerer died because of it."

If it was normal, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie would probably laugh at the target of the second class and the person who said such words when they heard such words.

But when these words become reality, some people really do it, and some of them lose their lives because of it, it is really impossible to laugh at these words as a declaration of the second disease.

Even more unbelievable, Mengzhi, who had become a curse spirit, would do such a thing!

"Things like this...with me here, they won't succeed."

Gojo Satoru never doubted his future self's strength.

He was the strongest magician in the past, and he will only be stronger in the future.

But even if he is stronger in the future, he didn't protect Zhimeng, Zhimeng was still a task to be carried out by himself, which means that both he and Jie were dismissed at that time, and the person who can do these things——

"It's those rotten oranges!"

Gojo Satoru quickly decided on the candidate: "They must have participated in the weaving of dreams!"

Rao had known some of the dark places on the upper floors, Xia Youjie couldn't help but suffocate and gritted his teeth: "They do this...the magic world is so short of people, what good will it do them if weaving dream is dead? ?”

Moreover, it can be seen from the fact that Dreamweaving can take over the task of expelling super-level curse spirits, the future Dreamweaving will be at least the first level, or even a super-level magician.

Would it really be of any benefit to the magic world to casually count a super magician to death like this?

Gojo Satoru sneered, but clenched his fists tightly, unconsciously exuding a huge mantra power all over his body: "Of course there are advantages, the advantage is that their position is more stable, and they can use this to warn us!"

Warn them to be more obedient, otherwise no matter how strong they are, they will inevitably die. Weaving Meng is the best example-this kind of disgusting thought that they want to beat them to death!

"So, you should pay attention to those high-level people, accumulate strength, and then deal with them quickly! Don't think about taking things slowly, it will take time for them to kill more people!"

With such a proposal, Jiarui Nigzi closed his eyes, regained his composure and continued the topic just now.

"On the evening of October 18, 10, during the Battle of Shibuya, the curse spirit party took out a special-grade magic tool, the Prison Gate, and used Dream Weaving as a bait to successfully seal Wu."

Gojo Satoru was shocked: "What! I was sealed?!"

Then again, how could he be so useless in the future? !Even if we couldn't find out how Zhimeng died, let alone, he was successfully sealed by the curse spirit!

Xia Youjie couldn't help but look sideways: "Wu, aren't you the strongest?"

The strongest who was sealed casually? !

"Dan Wu soon came out of the prison gate."

The woman in a white coat said indifferently: "I don't know how Wu got out. I'm telling you now to make you more vigilant. It's better to fail the seal than to succeed."

Wujo Wu's face was ugly: "When I go back, I will destroy that prison gate."

"Is there anything else?" Xia Youjie asked, "It's about important things in the future."

"As long as you can prevent Zhimeng's death, the rest will not matter."

Jia Ruzi, who refused to recall what happened later, looked at them and said simply: "Since you haven't left yet, go to work with me first."

"If you want to replace the top executives in the magic world, strength alone is not enough. You still have a lot to learn."

No matter what they say is true or not, as long as people don't disappear in place, jobs cannot escape!

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This dream is so real that I don't want to wake up (cross out) I wish I could wake up on the spot!