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

In the living room, the conversation continued.

Gojo Satoru unceremoniously asked his other self: "I am fifteen this year, how old are you this year?"

[Gojo Satoru] put his hands on his face, and replied in a tone as natural as JK himself: "Of course I am forever~"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Xia Youjie: "...Suddenly I feel that the current enlightenment is actually not bad."

At least the current Satoru won't say that he will always be 15 years old with a girl's demeanor and tone!

"Is now the time to complain!" The white-haired boy looked at his other uncooperative self, feeling a little upset.

Hearing this, Xia Youjie looked at his other self: "So, how old are you this year?"

In the future, he won't be able to evolve into JK like Satoru!

Perhaps seeing Xia Youjie's hidden hope, [Xia Youjie] replied very cooperatively: "I am 27 this year."

"Sure enough, he is Ben San's uncle!"

Gojo Satoru had an expected expression, and [Xia Youjie] couldn't help itching his fists, but he still smiled.

"Everyone will have such a day." After a pause, he added.

"Of course, if you insist on saying that you are forever, then I can't help it."

After all, not everyone can be as bold and cheeky as Gojo Satoru.

"Tsk."

Wujo Wutiao, who was connoted, clicked his tongue, turned his head and said to his future self: "Uncle, please introduce yourself briefly, and by the way, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Me?" The white-haired young man rubbed his chin, and then said confidently.

"Gojo Satoru, the future's strongest super magician, is currently teaching in Juezan, and my students are all amazing~"

"Also, although I don't have a girlfriend, I'm the most popular Gojo teacher!"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru sneered: "It's so shameless, I don't even have a girlfriend, I must be born alone in the future!"

Xia Youjie couldn't help but look at him with black lines all over his head: "Is this a curse on yourself?"

"Who said that?" The white-haired boy proudly shook the phone in his hand: "I'm different from some people, I have a girlfriend!"

[Gojo Satoru] They were all surprised: "It's true!"

【Xia Youjie】Can't help but look at him: "You actually have a girlfriend?"

It's amazing - even if Wu's face is really good at hitting, he can easily deceive many girls, but the character of the other party is hard to describe, even if some girls fall in love with his face and want to face difficulties On the other hand, it is estimated that in the eyes of the other party, it is not as important as a piece of dessert...

Therefore, it is no wonder that Gojo Satoru was surprised even when he said he had a girlfriend.

Although, no matter which Wujo Satoru is, he has a certain idea of ​​his character... although they don't care about it and don't want to change it.

Xia Youjie couldn't believe it anymore: "When did you have a girlfriend? Why didn't I know?"

The three of them usually act together, and they are so busy recently, Wu will have time to make a girlfriend? !

really!

"Of course it's true, we even took pictures!"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru was even more proud.

[Wujo Satoru] Immediately became interested: "Show me, maybe your girlfriend will be my wife in the future!"

[Xia Youjie] The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

If it is not clear that both of them are Gojo Satoru, what he said is like a tauren...

Xia Youjie fell into deep thought.

real or fake?Wu Wu really has time to make a girlfriend?

"No." Gojo Satoru immediately took back the phone, and affirmed: "It's impossible for my girlfriend to be your wife, and it's impossible for you two!"

It's been impossible for a long time... Xia Youjie's complexion changed: "I understand you——"

"Cough cough, don't be a jerk, Jie, let's continue."

After directly interrupting his words, the white-haired boy continued to ask with an extraordinarily serious look.

"Speaking of which, why did you become a teacher? Mere teachers can't say much at the top."

It's not as good as another future him, just kill the other high-level people and take charge of his own affairs!

"Because, I want to remake this rubbish world of spells and spells!"* The white-haired youth said as he stared at his younger self, who was even more arrogant and reckless.

"It's easy to kill the idiots at the top, but it's not a cure for the symptoms at all, and there will be no change." *

"If I did this, no one would follow me, so I chose education—"*

"I want to cultivate a strong and intelligent companion!"*

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the living room.

Xia Youjie broke the silence: "Actually, with this method, we will succeed in the future."

[Wujo Wu] was taken aback for a moment, and [Xia Youjie] looked at his young self with some doubts.

Gojo Satoru pulled out a wild smile: "You're right, but that's too slow. You know, time waits for no one."

"Actually, we've been to the future—"

"The magic world that has successfully reformed by killing all the rotten oranges!"

Both [Wujo Wu] and [Xia Youjie] were attracted by his words.

No one noticed that the beads wrapped in charms on the table gave off a faint light...

When Zhimeng took a taxi and rushed to a middle school at the destination, she saw a circle of people outside, and a tent clearly covering a teaching building in the school.

As soon as he got out of the car, the assistant supervisor, who was always on the lookout for people coming, rushed over and quickly explained the cause and effect to Zhimeng.

"During the outbreak of the curse, several children climbed over the wall and entered the school. Their lives and deaths are unknown. These are the parents of those children. The task is to rescue those children as much as possible and remove the curse!"

"I understand." Zhimeng nodded and walked towards the school without hesitation.

When passing by the parents who were stopped, I heard their cries and questioning.

"Why haven't you rescued my Taro yet?"

"Why can he go in?"

"Woo my child..."

"Calm down, everyone calm down, this is an adult who is going to save someone..."

After a pause, Zhimeng sped up his speed and plunged into the tent.

Looking at the tall teaching building in front of him, and the low-level curse spirits that rushed over immediately after seeing him, Zhimeng dealt them out one by one with one punch, and then began to enter the school to search.

There were other low-level spell spirits on the first floor, Zhimeng had to clean them up one by one and then climbed the stairs, and cleaned them up layer by layer until on the fourth floor, he found the strong and filthy mantra.

Zhimeng immediately followed the curse power and quietly approached the location of the curse spirit.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a faint cry——

The direction of the voice happened to be a classroom, Zhimeng looked out of the window, and found two teenagers who looked like junior high school students were crying and writing something non-stop.

And behind him, there was an ugly looking whip with two hands extending into long whips, and it kept whipping the other two blood-stained teenagers on the ground, whose life and death were unknown.

"Homework...homework..."

Zhimeng's breathing was slightly suffocated.

When the two middle school students heard the words, they couldn't help throwing away their pens and collapsed: "I don't want to do my homework! I can't write at all!"

"Woo, mother, help—"

But their behavior of throwing pens seems to have angered the curse spirit, and its whip swung at them without hesitation——

"Crash-"

With the sound of glass shattering, Zhimeng, who came in through the broken window, kicked the curse spirit away, and successfully made the other party's whip fly away.

This sudden scene calmed down the two middle school students who broke down and cried loudly.

"Get out of here, go to the first floor and wait!"

Zhimeng said something quickly, grabbed the whip with his bare hands, and stood with the curse spirit.

However, the two young boys had long been terrified by the curse spirit, their bodies were weak and their legs were trembling, and they couldn't run at all.

Zhimeng had no choice but to draw the curse spirit outside——

Kicking the curse spirit out of the window, seeing the curse spirit falling from the fourth floor, Zhimeng also jumped down.

Without giving the other party a chance to breathe, Zhimeng gave the other party a magic power ball due to the inertia and gravity of the fall. While knocking down the curse spirit, he also kicked the curse spirit and hit the black flash to solve it directly. it!

In short, weaving dream is already familiar with solving the mere level one spell spirit.

The task was easily completed, Zhimeng ran to the fourth floor again, comforted the two middle school students who were seriously frightened, and at the same time sent a magic ball to smash the empty tent above the teaching building, and called the assistant supervisor to pick up the two students. children.

As for the two children on the ground... Zhimeng tested his breath, and they were already dead.

Even though he had arrived as soon as possible, it was still too late.

For this, Weaving Dream has no sense of guilt.

After all, he has tried his best.

And the dean's mother also said that it is enough to do your best in everything.

But those parents who came up with the auxiliary supervisors, some hugged the two surviving children and cried with joy, and some looked at the breathless children on the ground, and suddenly fell into grief.

"my child!"

Then, looking at their own dead child, and then at the surviving children of others, the grief-stricken parents naturally vented their anger on Zhimeng.

"Why didn't you save my child!"

"Why don't you save him! How painful it must be for him to bleed so much!"

"You obviously saved them..."

Looking at the parents who suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar with a grim expression, Zhimeng tried to explain: "When I came, they had already-"

"Bullshit!"

"Then why didn't they die!"

"Why is it my child who died!"

"It must be your intention to die!"

Zhimeng choked for a moment and wanted to explain, but didn't know how to continue explaining.

He clearly told the truth, why didn't these people believe him?

The parents didn't care what he thought, Zhimeng's silence was directly regarded as acquiescence, and they became even angrier immediately.

"I knew you did it on purpose! You murderer!"

"We pay taxes every year to support murderers like you..."

The assistant supervisor hurried over to stop the parents who wanted to do it, and tried to appease them: "No, the first level of the cloud is definitely not a murderer, he is—"

"Go away! You're all in the same gang!"

"A group of murderers—"

"Enough!" Seeing these people without hesitation attacking the auxiliary supervisor who tried to persuade the fight, Zhimeng turned cold for the first time.

Emotionless eyes glanced at these wanton vented parents, they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, inexplicable fear filled their hearts instantly, and the scene finally quieted down.

"As I said, they were dead when I came."

"Furthermore, if I want to kill someone, they won't even have a corpse!"

The parents were quiet for a while, and then hugged the child's body and cried bitterly again.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Zhimeng came over to thank them and suggested.

"Cloud level one, let's go first, someone here will solve it."

Glancing at him, Zhimeng nodded, and left directly with the assistant supervisor.

And the parents who vented their anger just now, although unwilling, were really frightened by Zhimeng's sudden change of face just now, so they could only watch helplessly as Zhimeng and the auxiliary supervisor gradually disappeared.

Walking to the school gate, Zhimeng rejected the assistant supervisor's proposal to send him back, and left alone.

Walking on the street under the sun, Zhi Zhi dreamed about what had just happened, feeling a little sad uncontrollably.

Zhimeng has always known that while there are many good people in this world, there are also many bad people. The dean's mother told him this a long time ago, and he has also seen a lot of darkness in the book.

But when I met him, Zhimeng realized that it was really difficult to not be affected at all.

"are you angry?"

When the sudden voice came, Zhimeng suddenly stopped, turned around and looked behind——

Dressed in pink and white robes, with an exquisite and beautiful face, the magic spirit like an elf smiled at him.

"I'll kill them to vent your anger on you, okay?"

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Don't be angry... how can you not be angry?