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

Zhimeng just had dinner, and the four people who left in the morning came back.

Not only did they bring packed desserts, but they also brought back two bouquets of flowers.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie gave flowers to Zhimeng one after another.

Zhimeng, who received two bouquets of friendship flowers, was very happy, and greeted decisively with the flowers in his arms.

"Jie, Wu, come up quickly, I'll show you something!"

Saying that, Zhimeng walked towards the stairs.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other, followed decisively, and walked up the stairs side by side with Zhimeng.

[Wujo Wu] and [Xia Youjie] were just forgotten behind.

"Jie, aren't they too sticky?" [Wujo Satoru] held his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

And [Xia Youjie] ignored him and went upstairs.

What's wrong with the stickiness? As we all know, Wujo Satoru does everything normally.

[Wujo Wu]'s contemplation turned into an aggrieved steamed bun face after seeing his back, but followed him very honestly.

"Jie, don't leave, Jie, let's talk, you can also play games, I found a game that is easy to operate..."

[Xia Youjie] paused: "Let go!"

"If you don't agree, I won't let go!"

"..."

"Let's play together, let's play together!"

"..."

"Are you afraid of losing, Jay?"

"..."

"Let's play, let's play..."

"...that's enough, shut up and let me play!"

"Great, let's go Jay!"

……

In the end, at least in this parallel world, for the time being... they are not enemies.

Back in the bedroom, Zhimeng first put the two bouquets of flowers in his arms on the bedside table, admired them for a while, and turned around to see Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie had been attracted by the model of flowers and trees on the desk that exuded the magic power.

It was a tree the size of a palm, with a dark brown trunk rooted in the green grass. The tree was thick and thick, with numerous branches but no leaves. Instead, there were light pink flowers the size of a little finger cover blooming on it. branches.

At the same time, there are pieces of petals on the flowers on the branches that seem to be falling, and on the small stone tables and benches under the tree, on the emerald green grass, there are pieces of pink petals in different postures adorning them, forming a colorful scene of fallen flowers. scene.

"Zhimeng, where did this magic tool come from?" Gojo Satoru pushed away his sunglasses, looked at the flower tree with great interest, and even poked it with his hands.

In the next moment, the static flower tree seemed to come alive, the flower branches stretched, the petals fluttered, and the falling flowers were colorful and beautiful.

Seeing this, Xia Youjie was surprised: "Isn't this the tree in the Dream Weaving Domain?"

Then he turned around to ask Zhimeng for confirmation, only to find that Zhimeng who had entered the bedroom with them just now had disappeared!

Xia Youjie's complexion changed, and his vigilance was raised to the highest level in an instant, and at the same time he shouted: "Zhimeng! Where are you?"

Gojo Satoru was also taken aback, then looked at the model tree under his hand, and found that the tree was gone.

No, it's not missing, but it's right under your hand, but most people can't see or touch it.

"Interesting!" Gojo Satoru became even more interested.

"What's the point, Zhimeng is gone!"

Xia Youjie, who had already summoned the curse spirits to let them find someone, said with an ugly face, "Wu, use your six eyes to see, I always feel something is wrong."

Just now he clearly saw Zhimeng's advanced bedroom and went to the bedside table, but there was no movement of going out, so how did Zhimeng disappear?

There is also this sense of incongruity——

Gojo Wu rolled his eyes, and was about to take advantage of this to cleanse Jie, only to find that Zhimeng, who had disappeared, reappeared, not to mention beside them, and reminded him with a model of flowers and trees.

"Enlightenment, don't touch it randomly, its spell is a bit unstable, and it will activate when you touch it."

Seeing Zhimeng who appeared suddenly, Xia Youjie was surprised and then delighted, but when he heard Zhimeng's words, he looked at the model of flowers and trees in Zhimeng's hand at some time.

"Is it the effect of this spell?"

"Yes." Zhimeng held it and introduced it to them: "This is a magic tool that I made all afternoon, because it is the first time I make it, the effect is not very good, I can only cast some illusions or something."

"Is it illusion?" Xia Youjie was surprised.

Gojo Satoru sneered emphatically at the side: "It's an illusion, I saw it from the beginning, but Jie didn't notice it!"

If Zhimeng hadn't been quick to move, he still wanted to take the opportunity to play tricks, Wujo Wu thought regretfully.

Xia Youjie, who didn't realize that he was under the illusion, was speechless. He ignored Gojo Satoru, who was thinking about something bad at first glance, and wanted to take back the spell spirit he had just summoned, but found something was wrong.

"I just summoned the curse spirit, why is it gone now?" Xia Youjie was stunned when he found that no curse spirit had returned.

Zhimeng looked at him: "Jie didn't summon the curse spirit just now."

He explained: "After the illusion, no matter what you see, your body in reality has not moved at all. It's just that you think you have done something, but in fact you have not done anything."

Therefore, Jie, who summoned the curse spirit in the illusion, actually never summoned the curse spirit at all.

Xia Youjie, who discovered this after re-summoning the curse spirit, understood this, and praised Zhimeng.

"It's a very powerful spell, and it can turn the situation around at critical moments."

Gojo Satoru not to be outdone, praised: "Weaving Meng is amazing, he made such a useful spell in such a short time!"

Xia Youjie didn't change his face: "Of course weaving dreams is very good, I always knew it."

Gojo Satoru continued to work hard: "The first time we made a magic tool, we were able to get hit directly. It should be at the level of a first-level magic tool. Weaving dreams is super powerful!"

After the words fell, the two looked at each other, and there seemed to be lightning and thunder in each other's sight.

Even if it's a compliment, you can't lose to Wu/Jie!

"...You guys are exaggerating."

Weaving Dream was a little embarrassed by their comparison-like praise: "It can barely be regarded as a handicraft that passes the test, but it is actually not lethal."

So—"I plan to give it to Nitro."

"What!" x2

The two people who were staring at each other without backing down suddenly came back to their senses, and looked at Zhimeng in disbelief.

"Why did you give it to Nitro?" Five cats and cats were dissatisfied, and he directly quarreled: "I want it too!"

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, looking a little depressed: "So, does Zhimeng like Nitrogen more?"

"No." Zhimeng quickly explained: "Because this is of no use to Wu and Jie, after all, you are so strong."

But it's different for Nitro. Although the effect of this spell is a bit weak, it may be of help in times of crisis, and it can delay some time for Nitro.

Furthermore, if its function is neglected, it is also quite beautiful just as a decoration, which can make Nitro relax and relax while working hard.

Hearing Zhimeng's praise, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie's expressions softened a bit, but they were still a little dissatisfied that Zhimeng chose to give the magic tool made by himself to Nitzi instead of them without hesitation.

In the end, after Zhimeng said that next time they would do something better and more suitable for them, the two of them became happy.

Late at night, in a misty dream.

Under the colorful flower tree of falling flowers, the familiar curse spirit waved at Zhimeng.

"Weaving Dreams, here!"

Zhimeng regained consciousness and walked towards the stone table under the tree.

The curse spirit, who had been waiting for a long time, asked enthusiastically: "How is it going? Is the production of the spell tool going well?"

Weaving Dream sat down: "It went well."

Then, the curse spirit in front of him suddenly conjured up a bouquet of unknown pink flowers and handed it to him.

"Dream weaving, for you!"

Zhimeng looked at the bouquet in front of him in a daze, then reached out to take it, and couldn't help laughing: "Thank you!"

The curse spirit followed suit with a smile, and said persistently: "Not only can I change flowers, I can also weave flowers into my hair!"

He is much better than those two guys!

"Braiding into hair?" Zhimeng slightly opened his eyes wide, and asked curiously, "Is it a hairstyle?"

"Yes!" Curse Spirit stood up directly, stroked his sleeves and said, "I'll make it up for you. I practiced it specially, and I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

As he said that, he had come behind Zhimeng and even touched his hair.

Zhimeng's body froze, and then let him go.

Anyway, they both studied the difference between each other's body and their own last night, and now it's just hair.

And compared to this, Zhimeng wants to know other things: "Do you know where there are suitable materials for making magic tools?"

"Are you looking for materials? This is very simple."

The curse spirit who was weaving flower branches into Zhimeng's hair replied casually: "As long as we can use our technique flexibly, do you want any materials?"

"After all, we are omnipotent!"

Weaving Dream was suddenly dumbfounded.

Yes, they are omnipotent.

After a moment of silence, Zhimeng asked curiously again: "What do you usually do?"

"Of course I'm playing a game." Cursing Spirit shared his happiness with him without any concealment.

"Humans are really interesting. As long as they hang the bait in front of me, they can put on a wonderful drama for me!"

"This is much more interesting than watching a fire-breathing coral!"

Weaving Dream felt bad when he heard it: "What game are you playing?"

"It's a storytelling game." After weaving in another flower, the curse spirit said briskly.

"I beat the drums, they pass the flowers, and whoever the flowers end up in is the one who will tell the story. I will let them act out the story, and it will be the best drama!"

At the end, the curse spirit once again sighed: "The whimsy of human beings is so interesting."

It sounds normal, but Zhimeng just feels that something is wrong: "Ordinary people can't see you, right? How can it be possible to play games with you?"

unless--

"Of course the domain is opened. Just pull them into the domain, just like we do now, and everyone can play games together~"

The subordinates didn't stop, and the curse spirit said frankly with an oath: "I'm very fair, as long as they play happily with me, I will fulfill their little wish every time!"

Weaving Dream: "For example?"

"For example, getting rich, killing people, and getting lucky." Curse Ling Zhimeng replied with a smile.

"Human beings have too many desires. As long as I take out a little bait, many people are willing to play with me."

Zhimeng was silent.

"Are you angry?" The curse spirit paused in his hands, and looked at him in confusion: "Why are you angry? Did I do it unfairly?"

"...Don't you have any friends?" Zhimeng changed the subject.

"Yes." Curse Ling immediately gave up the doubts just now, and replied along his will: "My best friend is Hua Yu, she can bloom beautiful flowers, she can also braid my hair, and bear fruit for me Eat, I like her very much!"

"There are also Tuogenlouhu and Daoist, everyone is my friend and family, and we will fight together for the future of the curse spirit!"

As he said that, the movement in his hands stopped, and he conjured up a mirror and put it in front of Zhimeng, saying happily.

"Look, is my craft good?"

Zhimeng lowered her eyes, looked at herself in the mirror with her delicate hairstyle, and answered after a while.

"very good."

The next day, after Zhimeng got up and had breakfast with everyone, he said to his friends.

"Jie, Wu, Mr. Xia You and Mr. Wujo have been here for so many days, let's take on more tasks and send them home early."

【Wujo Wu】looked at him: "Do you have a solution?"

Zhimeng looked at him sympathetically: "Believe me, if we don't help, you will definitely be left behind."

"What!" The white-haired young man turned pale with shock, and immediately asked [Xia Youjie] for confirmation: "Jie, is this true?"

[Xia Youjie] His face remained unchanged: "How do I know."

Gojo Satoru immediately laughed and said, "Your popularity is too bad, uncle!"

Xia Youjie also guessed the trickiness, and said with a smile: "You should also have a better memory, Wu, you can't fail too much in life."

Gojo Satoru was not afraid at all, and proudly said: "I am different from Uncle. I have Zhimeng. No matter where I go, Zhimeng will find me, right?"

"Yes." Zhimeng smiled and nodded: "No matter where Wu and Jie are, I will bring you back."

Seeing Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie's expressions of instant satisfaction, [Wujo Wu] looked at [Xia Youjie] who still looked like a Buddhist, and finally leaned in front of Zhimeng decisively, and patted him on the shoulder familiarly road.

"Zhimeng, we are also friends, I will take you to do the task!"

The five cats and cats suddenly exploded: "Go away, Zhimeng is my friend!"

"What's yours is mine, don't mind~"

"I'm very! Very! Please! I don't mind!"

……

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very good.