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

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

Facing the words of the curse spirit Zhimeng, Zhimeng took a step back subconsciously, and said vigilantly: "Why are you here?"

Manu Ling was wearing a pink long fir, and his long hair was half tied behind his head by flowers, and the delicate and charming unknown pink and white flowers added a bit of beauty to him.

Compared with Weaving Dream, which is still a bit childish and just like a bud, Mana Ling Weaving Dream is like a beautiful flower in full bloom, full of elegance and wantonness, and exerts its own charm to the extreme.

Weaving Meng took a step back, and he took a step forward, and replied with a chuckle: "You know it clearly, but it can't trap me at all."

On the contrary, that bead will also replenish the large amount of power he consumed, so he will be willing to go in.

Weaving Meng was forced to retreat again and again by his approach. As the distance continued to shorten, his brain felt blank again irresistibly, and he was unable to think.

As Zhimeng staggered and leaned against the wall, his consciousness was slightly cleared, and he realized that he had been intentionally forced into an uninhabited alley in the corner by the other party at some point.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that familiar smiling face——

It was also the face he could see in the mirror every day!

This face is bewitching, but in Zhimeng's view, apart from making him unable to think, it will only make him feel unspeakable fear and anxiety.

It seems that in the next moment, he will be swallowed up by the opponent——

"Are you afraid of me?"

Reaching out to grab Zhimeng's attacking wrist, the curse spirit Zhimeng was a little confused, and by the way restrained Zhimeng's other hand and restless legs.

Maintaining the posture of imprisoning the other party, the curse spirit in front of him said suddenly: "Did I make you feel threatened?"

Zhimeng's brain went blank again uncontrollably, but the behavior of instinctive self-help was also stopped by the other party.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too excited." Saying this, Ju Ling Zhimeng didn't show the slightest reflection on his face, and even went so far as to face to face with him, as if he was in an intimate relationship.

Zhimeng himself had a brain strike, his eyes lost focus, and he couldn't think thoroughly.

Seeing Zhimeng's disembodied appearance, Juling Zhimeng hastily gave up posting, kept some distance from him, and restrained his breath.

"Are you ok?"

When Zhimeng regained consciousness a little bit, he saw the culprit in front of him with a decent worried look, as if the person who made him become like this was not the other party, it made people angry.

Zhimeng struggled with an ugly expression: "Let me go!"

But the strength of his struggle seemed to be hitting a sponge, and he didn't respond, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"As expected, you are still cuter~"

Dream weaving: ...

Weaving Dream was weak: "What are you going to do?"

Curse Ling Zhimeng's eyes lit up: "I want to—"

"Health is bad!" Zhimeng interrupted him mercilessly.

Curse Ling Zhimeng suddenly froze: "Why?"

"Don't you feel it?" Ju Ling Zhi Meng tried to explain to him: "We are attracted to each other, as if we were born to be together!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhimeng expectantly, hoping to get his approval.

"No." Weaving Mengmo denied emotionally: "I just think you are very scary and want to escape!"

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party couldn't think as soon as he approached him, he would have run away long ago!

"That's because you are too weak." Curse Ling Zhimeng sighed: "If you were stronger, you would be able to break through the fear. I feel the same way as I do."

The very beautiful mantra meditated: "It may be that the human body restricts your growth..."

Weaving Dream: "...how strong are you?"

"That white hair——" Curse Ling Zhimeng found a comparison: "The one with the bandages on, the strongest super magician in the magic world. When I am in my prime, I still have the strength to fight him fifty-fifty."

"If you go all out, you can do four or six."

Manu Ling Zhimeng smiled brightly and added: "The kind where he is four and I am six."

Zhimeng didn't speak, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

Curse Ling Zhimeng naturally felt his disbelief, and quickly said: "What I said is true, I didn't lie to you!"

"Then why do you hide from enlightenment?" Zhimeng was still skeptical.

Curse Ling Zhimeng replied as a matter of course: "That's because after I got here, I didn't have any strength, but he didn't consume much. If I fight like this, I will definitely lose!"

Zhimeng understood what he meant.

Because the other party took two people across the world, so the power was consumed so much.

Just like he used that bead to take Jie and Wu to another world, the power of a bead can only buy a one-way ticket before it is exhausted.

But the other party still has some leftovers—from this aspect, his counterpart in another world is indeed quite strong!

In the same way, the other him who is a curse spirit is much stronger than the human being... As a peer, the difference between them is visible to the naked eye!

Weaving Dream's mood is rare and a little complicated, but Mana Ling Zhimeng didn't think so much.

Seeing that Zhimeng seemed to believe him, he had no intention of resisting for the time being, and suddenly proposed with great interest.

"Let me teach you to become stronger!"

"Didn't you find out? Human fighting methods are not suitable for you at all. Our strongest is not physical strength, but spells!"

Thinking of what I saw just now, the way weaving dream used body skills to exorcise the curse spirit, the expression of the curse spirit weaving dream made me feel heartbroken.

"Let's go punching and kicking, it's a waste of time, we can solve it in a simpler and easier way."

Weaving Meng blinked in confusion: "What method?"

He felt that his method was simple and easy enough.

Manu Ling Zhimeng glanced around, and simply teleported away with the people.

"It can't be used here, let's change to another place."

In the living room of the villa, the conversation continued.

"...If we continue like this, our future will be even better."

After briefly explaining the future they have been to, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie are very confident.

It can be said that they are in the second week. With their strength and some prophets, if they can't play the HE ending, they don't have to live.

After listening, [Wujo Wu] couldn't help looking at [Xia Youjie]: "Jie, you see they are all working together, can't you come back and help me?"

"As long as you are willing to come back, I will take care of the rotten oranges. Let's reform the magic world together. We can't lose to us in the parallel world!"

【Xia Youjie】: "...I can't."

The muscular black-haired young man sneered: "I hate those non-magicians from the bottom of my heart!"*

"Why?" Xia Youjie couldn't help asking.

Since the first meeting last night, the other party has a look of disgust for non-magicians, and scorned them as monkeys... How can you say that about ordinary people?

Xia Youjie, who always regarded protecting the weak as his duty, was confused: "What happened to make you change your mind?"

It can't be that he has such a personality in the parallel world, right?

[Wujo Wu] also asked: "What is Jie thinking, why didn't you tell me? Am I just not going to let Jie trust me?"

"I said, you will help me?" [Xia Youjie] asked back.

[Wujo Satoru] also asked him: "Will Jie be happy when all the non-magic masters are eliminated?"

[Xia Youjie] fell silent for a while.

Gojo Satoru became a little impatient: "So what's going on? Can't you communicate well?"

"It became like this because Jie refused to communicate with me!" [Gojo Satoru] puffed up his cheeks, looking aggrieved.

"Can communication solve everything?" [Xia Youjie] sneered.

"No! Those monkeys who persecute others will not stop their persecution just because of a mere communication!"

Thinking of the non-magician laughing at Lizi's corpse, thinking of the junior who died because of the conspiracy of the high-level, thinking of the twin children in the village who were treated like animals because of the talent of the magician, and those who he couldn't see The persecution of the rare group of conjurers by ordinary people in the corner——

【Xia Youjie】I sincerely despair at the evil of human nature, and feel unspeakable nausea!

"Because the non-artist did something you couldn't bear?" Xia Youjie probably understood some thoughts of his other self, but he still didn't quite understand.

"But they are so weak, what can they do?"

This is where Xia Youjie is so arrogant.

He has a natural filter and a desire to protect the weak, but this kind of filter is kind and compassionate at best, but at worst it is naked. Naked contempt.

In other words, he thought that those weak people could not cope with the danger without his protection-won't this mentality be arrogant?

"What can you do?" [Xia Youjie] looked at him with a mocking and complicated look.

"You can go and see for yourself!"

He reported the location in a vague manner, successfully making Xia Youjie's expression heavy.

"Jie!" Feeling a sense of oppression on his shoulders, Xia Youjie turned his head and saw the confident expression of the white-haired boy beside him.

"Are you afraid? There is nothing to be afraid of, we can go together!"

"As long as the three of us are together, we don't have to be afraid of anything!"

Hearing this, Xia Youjie couldn't help but smile again.

Then, I heard Wujo Wu muttering again: "Why hasn't Zhimeng come back yet? Will it take so long to solve a level one?"

"Maybe it was delayed on the way." Xia Youjie guessed.

Gojo Satoru directly took out his mobile phone: "Then I'll make a call and ask."

They didn't have the idea that Dream Weaving couldn't solve the first-level curse spirits at all. After all, they still knew each other's strength. With the strength of Weaving Dream, it was more than enough to eliminate one level-[-] curse spirit without opening the domain.

Wujo Wu first called Zhimeng's phone, but no one answered, which made him stunned: "Is the first level troublesome?"

Otherwise, why would Zhimeng not answer his call?

Xia Youjie's originally relaxed state of mind suddenly sank, and he called the assistant supervisor without hesitation.

The assistant supervisor got through to the phone very quickly, Xia Youjie rarely lost his manners and asked directly, "Has Zhimeng completed the task?"

The assistant supervisor over there was stunned for a moment, and then realized who was calling, and quickly replied: "Level [-] of the cloud has left a long time ago, hasn't he returned?"

Suddenly, Xia Youjie's expression turned cold: "Please tell me, when did Zhimeng leave?"

"Big, about 12:30?" The assistant supervisor was suddenly more disturbed by his voice.

After thinking for a while, he still said: "Yeah, maybe the first level Yun is in a bad mood and is taking a walk outside?"

Walking outside on a hot day?What a joke, there are problems as soon as you hear it!

"Why is Zhimeng in a bad mood?"

Facing Xia Youjie's inquiry, the assistant supervisor did not hide anything, and honestly told him what happened before.

After listening to it, let alone Xia Youjie, even Wujo Wu's expression was ugly.

[Xia Youjie] sneered even more: "Listen, this is the non-magician you want to protect! It is a matter of course to enjoy the protection, and you have to blame the conjurer for not being able to protect them better—"

"This is not a human, this is a group of disgusting monkeys!"

Gojo Satoru ignored him, grabbed Xia Youjie's phone and asked, "Where did Zhimeng leave?"

After receiving an answer that the assistant supervisor didn't dare to hide, Gojo Satoru hung up the phone directly.

Facing the two people in front of him, he said: "I don't have time to look at you for now, let's book a Shu Bo!"

Xia Youjie also echoed: "We are in a hurry."

In an unknown forest, a one-on-one teaching is going on here.

Holding the flexible and beautiful flower branches, the curse spirit Zhimeng mercilessly whipped the attacking Mengzhi away time and time again.

"No, I told you, you can't just use your fists!"

"Stand up, it's not over yet!"

"It's no longer possible..."

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We can get stronger!