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

In the forest, Zhimeng galloped through the forest with a knife.

On the way, various ugly curse spirits with different appearances appeared, all of which were wiped out by him with a single knife, and immediately went to the location of the next curse spirit.

The forest arranged by the Kyoto school is very large, and many low-level spell spirits were thrown in. Most of them were wiped out by Zhimeng, and disappeared without even a chance to react.

These low-level spell spirits are not worth any points, and the one with the highest score is the quasi-first-level spell spirit that was thrown in an unknown place.

After expelling so many low-level curse spirits, and then expelling that quasi-first-level curse spirit, the game is almost stable this time.

Zhimeng thought so, so he gave up entanglement with such a low-level spell spirit, and began to look for the quasi-level one spell spirit.

But obviously, besides him, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie also thought so.

Therefore, it is not so unexpected that the three of them reunited in front of the quasi-first-level curse spirit.

but--

There is only one quasi-first-level spell spirit, and there are three of them.

There was only one winner in the end, and there were three of them... So it was normal for the three of them to fight in the end.

There was no one who made the first move, but after the three of them looked at each other, the tacit understanding prompted them to do it unanimously.

In short, as long as two of them are defeated, they will be able to obtain the exorcism right of this quasi-first-level curse spirit, and then become the final winner!

The fist was accompanied by a black flash, and the back of the knife was entangled with mana, and waves of aftermath swayed out, angering the quasi-first-level mantra.

It was a curse spirit that looked like a spider in appearance, but with eyes all over its body, which looked particularly spiritually polluted.

It is said that they have quasi-first-level strength, and there are many first-level magicians in the two schools participating this time, so in order to increase the difficulty of the competition, the originally prepared second-level spell spirits were replaced with quasi-level ones.

Being a quasi-first-level spell spirit means that it is different from those spell spirits that only know how to act on instinct. It has its own complete spells and has the opportunity to grow into a first-level or even super-level spell spirit.

It seems to be quite powerful, but to Mengzhi three, it is only a little bit more powerful than those low-level curse spirits, and it is nothing to be afraid of.

This is also one of the confidences that they dare to fight in front of the curse spirit. Anyway, it is not a super class, so it is not a concern, and it is okay to kill it after a while.

Then the three people who were fighting among themselves were sneak attacked by this weak quasi-first-level curse spirit.

First, there was a deterrent piercing roar, which attracted the attention of the three of them to look at, but they were taken away by those evil eyes with extremely spiritual pollution on it——

Zhimeng only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and went from the forest to a Japanese room.

All the furnishings in the Japanese room are very familiar, the kind of familiarity that he can know where is what with his eyes closed.

And in front of him stood a person he was more familiar with——

Zhimeng froze in place for a moment.

"Dean... Mom!"

……

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and after regaining their vision, they saw the familiar crystal coffin again.

The two were shocked immediately, and couldn't help but stepped forward to take a look, only to find that Zhimeng, who was still fighting with them excitedly just now, was lying in it with closed eyes, life and death unknown.

For a moment, anger filled their hearts.

But in the next moment, Zhimeng in the crystal coffin opened his eyes, and pushed the crystal cover in front of him with a light stretch of hand.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie's anger was smothered suddenly——

It's not that they didn't notice something was wrong, but the scene in front of them still made them tremble in their hearts.

Isn't this scene their dream scene in the future?

In a trance, Wujo Wu found that Zhimeng had already walked out of the crystal coffin and rushed towards him.

"Wu, have you come to save me!"

Wujo came back to his senses, and was about to push the opponent away, when Xia Youjie, who appeared in front of him at some unknown time, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhimeng away.

And said with a smile: "No, Zhimeng, as my boyfriend but so close to Wu, I will be angry!"

Zhimeng was taken aback for a moment, then as if he had accepted the setting, he approached Xia Youjie with a flushed face, and smiled intimately at Wujo Wu.

"Wu, I like Jie, we are together!"

"Bless us, Wu." Xia Youjie smiled victoriously at him.

This was a scene like a nightmare, Gojo Satoru felt a string in his mind suddenly snapped——

Put the rest aside for now, he's going to blow the head off of an overly smug eyesore in front of him right now!

……

Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Wu who held Zhimeng in his arms and triumphantly announced that they were together.

Even though he knew something was wrong, he was easily provoked.

Reason and calm aside, he is going to smash the white-haired annoying face in front of him now!

……

Zhimeng stared greedily at the elderly man in front of him.

Even though he knew something was wrong, he couldn't help it.

The longing that had been well hidden in his heart gushed out like a tide at this time, making him extremely eager to be close to the dean's mother, to act like a baby with her, to let her touch him, and to tell her how much he misses...

But Zhimeng held back.

He stood there motionless, just staring at each other greedily.

But the dean's mother moved.

She stretched out her hand to Zhimeng, her smile was as loving and gentle as ever.

"Zhimengmeng, come to Mommy."

Zhimeng stared at her, but when she heard the words, she shook her head and took a step back.

Although I really want to go there, but my mother has already died, and death cannot be brought back to life... This is a fake mother.

The dean's mother was not disappointed, but continued to look at him lovingly: "Why did you refuse? Does Zhimengmeng have anything to say to mother?"

Zhimeng was silent for a moment: "... yes."

Wearing a college uniform and a high ponytail, the teenager smiled brightly: "Mom, I have made very good friends, and I want to show them to you!"

However, in the end it still didn't work out...

Suddenly, the door of the Japanese room was pulled open.

Zhimeng looked over, and saw Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie walking in hand in hand, and couldn't help being startled.

The dean's mother withdrew her hand, and a gentle and old voice sounded: "Is this Zhimengmeng's friend?"

Zhimeng came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes."

Just as he was wondering whether Wu and Jie had also been tricked, he saw the two of them facing him and raised their hands with five fingers intertwined, showing off to him.

"Weaving Dream, we are together."

Weaving Dream:? ? !

Xia Youjie apologized to him: "I'm sorry Zhimeng, I still prefer Wuwu. Please keep a distance from us in the future!"

Gojo Satoru said directly: "Zhimeng, welcome to our wedding, I will send you an invitation card!"

Listening to his overly explicit words, Zhimeng realized what they meant by being together.

But after being stunned, he smiled and blessed: "Congratulations, I will definitely go to your wedding."

After speaking, he set his eyes on the old man in kimono again, with a bright and pure smile, as if he was indifferent to the actions of his two friends who abandoned him.

The old man looked at him, but the eyes that were originally full of tenderness and love quietly disappeared, and turned into indifference and disgust.

"Zhimeng, I don't love you anymore."

The smile on Zhimeng's face disappeared.

Instead, a huge and terrifying mantra spread from his body.

Zhimeng looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar old man in front of him, and there was a little water in his eyes.

"unacceptable……"

The moment the words fell, whether it was the old man with a face full of indifference and disgust, or Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie who were so close together, they all shattered like a mirror.

Returning to reality, the ears are filled with the familiar sound of punching and kicking. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Gojo Wujo and Xia Youjie who are fighting each other, but Zhimeng's attention is completely polluted by that one glance The spell attracts.

"It's too much..." Zhimeng murmured, but his subordinates quickly and accurately swung their knives to cut off the scarlet spider silk spit out by the spider-like curse spirit at some point.

Standing in front of them, the spider silk that faintly wrapped them was cut off, Zhimeng adjusted the angle and continued to swing the knife.

Using the skill of breathing method and mana power, his attack swung a large mist-like sharp blade like a god's help, and eliminated this quasi-level [-] mantra with one blow.

At the same time, in the monitoring room, after the teachers and principals of the two schools saw that Zhimeng had dealt with the quasi-level one spell spirit, the spell on the top of the wall spontaneously ignited without fire, and there was only one hand left to count on the bottom. A charm representing a surviving spell.

But even if the remaining curse spirits are all eliminated by the students of the Kyoto school, they can no longer catch up with the far-leading Tokyo school. At this time, the victory is obviously decided.

The team competition is over, and the winner is undoubtedly the Tokyo school.

In the forest, after killing the curse spirit with one knife, Zhimeng's drooping eyes fell into autism.

It's too much, Jie and Wu don't need him, and mother says she doesn't love him... It's too much!

Unspeakable feelings kept emerging in his heart, licking his heart like a flame, bringing bursts of tingling and intolerable pain, making one unable to help but want to vent something.

Zhimeng clenched the knife in his hand.

Behind him, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie stopped fighting each other, and approached Zhimeng with uneasy expressions on each other.

"Zhimeng Zhimeng, you like me the most!"

The white-haired boy leaned closer as usual, and was about to put his hand on his shoulder, complaining habitually.

But in the next moment, his hand was empty, and the complaint that was about to come out of his mouth was stuck in his throat——

Weaving Meng, who had his back to him, seemed to turn sideways unintentionally, sheathing the knife while also dodging his approaching hand.

Gojo Satoru just kept his outstretched hand, his bandaged eyes couldn't see the specific expression, but a rare dullness appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Xia Youjie, who was also very upset at first, smiled gloatingly: "Wu, you can't be too sentimental."

After laughing, the black-haired ball-headed boy looked at Zhimeng, and asked gently: "Are you all right, Zhimeng? What you just saw is fake, don't worry about it."

As for why they still fight when they know it's fake - it's fake but it doesn't prevent them from seeing each other's displeasure in the illusion!

It's okay to be unhappy, the fight between the two of them is over.

But seeing Zhimeng like this, as if he was affected, Xia Youjie couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Yeah." Weaving Meng responded, and forced a smile.

"I know it's fake, but it still looks kind of real."

Weaving Dream has never been good at hiding his expression, Xia Youjie could clearly see that although he tried his best to smile, his complexion was still not good and said: "Jie and Wu's relationship is indeed very good."

Hearing this, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, who were removing the bandages, also looked unhappy.

There seems to be no problem with these words, but why does it sound weird at this moment?

Gojo Satoru finally pulled off the tightly wrapped bandage in front of his eyes, enough for him to see Zhimeng's expression clearly.

He asked directly: "Zhimeng, did you see something strange in the illusion?"

Without waiting for Zhimeng's answer, Xia Youjie quickly said again: "That's all fake, don't believe Zhimeng!"

Thinking of Zhimeng seeing a similar scene as him... Xia Youjie's face turned green.

Damn, if this is the case, weaving dreams is likely to be taken seriously! ! !

He should have killed that curse spirit first!

Gojo Satoru, who also regretted not killing the curse spirit first, reached out to Zhimeng's shoulder again, but was dodged again.

"I know, I don't care." Zhimeng resumed her smile, and smiled at the two of them as if the person with the ugly face just now was not him.

"I exorcised this quasi-level one curse spirit, so I am the winner in the end!"

But at this time, the two of them didn't care about the game anymore. They were eager to know what happened to Zhimeng, and wanted him to return to his original state.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand again: "Zhimeng, listen to me—"

Xia Youjie: "Weaving Dreams, I—"

"I don't want to hear it now." Zhimeng interrupted their words with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and even lost the eye-catching brilliance of the past. The whole figure was like an exquisite doll, beautiful but soulless.

"I'm sorry... Jie, Wu, let me be quiet."

Weaving Meng turned around, and hurriedly left the spot without hesitation.

The two people who were left alone looked at his retreating back blankly and aggrievedly.

Wanting to keep him, but afraid of being rejected again, he could only watch him leave in the end.

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This pain that burns me like a flame... what is it?