Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

Ayin didn't know what happened.

Looking at the way the two get along,? She tilted her head, her eyes revealing a daze.

But it was getting late, and she couldn't stop the two of them from going to rest.

So A Yin let go of the inexplicable sense of déjà vu, and the slightest doubt melted away with a smile,? She waved to them.

"See you."

Of course they will not rest tonight.

Zenyuanhui turned on the light, and suddenly the empty and simple dormitory came into view. He smoothed the wrinkles of the bed, and sat casually aside.

"What are you going to do next?" Zen Yuanhui asked calmly, "Smash all those rotten oranges on top?"

"I would like to." Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue lightly, "But it's not the time yet, not to mention Youruhito, even you,? You can't completely escape the control of the high-level."

After all, the current "Chanyuan Hui" is only a minor.

There is nothing more tragic than this.

Chanyuan Hui was silent for a while, then changed the subject nonchalantly, "Then, kill chickens to scare monkeys?"

"Ah."

"Of course you can't do it clearly. Who wouldn't do small tricks?"

Gojo Satoru smiled like a villain at this time, he moved a chair and sat opposite Zenyuan Hui.

Although he is 1.9 meters tall, he seems to be wronged when he is nestled in a small chair.

"By the way, you... you can still use the power you run on the side of the Curse Master?"

Zen Yuanhui raised her eyes: "Yes."

After that, it was their tacit cooperation.

70 years ago, they were still able to cooperate to capture the brain flower, and sealed the curse master who has been plagued for thousands of years in the deep underground of the Zen Academy.

70 years later, it's more than enough to deal with a bunch of stubborn old oranges.

A week later, the undercurrent surged.

Even Ayin, who lives in a high school in peace and stability, is keenly aware of the changes in the current situation.

She picked up a file, spread it out on the desk, and glanced at the report on it, but there was a faint confusion between her brows.

"Strange..." she murmured.

There is always someone in her office.

Gojo Satoru, who often came to nest in her office with various excuses, suddenly leaned down and rested his chin on Ayin's shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

Ayin moved the file towards him.

"Is it too calm recently?" A Yin frowned, "I always feel that I have a bad premonition..."

Those curse masters who have been hostile to conjurers all year round and have lost the bottom line of human beings.

In the past, Ayin could receive their relevant reports every one or two weeks, such signals as "xxx is doing something in a certain place, please come to help quickly", but recently they have been a little abnormally quiet.

It's like the calm before the storm, secretly planning some big move.

This is related to the safety of the children of the college, and Ayin dare not be careless.

She was just about to send someone to investigate the movements of the curse master, but Gojo Satoru suddenly held her finger down.

"A Yin was so troubled..." The white-haired young man smiled, but his voice was unbelievably soft, "Don't worry, just leave it to me."

"Eh? But..."

The fluffy hair brushed against her side face, Gojo Satoru leaned over Ayin and rearranged the file with the length of his hands, he touched the top of Ayin's head, his tone of voice was unidentified relaxed.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay ~ Ah Yin still doesn't trust my ability?"

However, it is really time to speed up the progress.

If this continues, it will be bad for Ayin to find out something.

A Yin narrowed his eyes, full of suspicion.

"What are you doing again..."

"A Yin!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly jumped down from her, and under Ayin's bewildered gaze, he cupped his face "shyly", twisted his body like a JK, and pinched his orchid fingers.

"I hate it~ How can Ah Yin be so suspicious of him? He is so sad when he is clearly all for Ah Yin..."

Ayin: "..."

She slowly closed her eyes.

Pinch mom, hot eyes.

With a wooden face, she hit three times: "Okay, it's okay, you can go back."

Alas, where did the awe-inspiring son of the Wutiao family go?

What exactly did he go through growing up...?

.........

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This is the "big gift" prepared by Wujo Wu and Chanyuan Hui for the high-level officials.

Although the higher-ups are hated by their conjurers, it is undeniable that those rotten oranges do belong to the conjurer world and hold the power to judge the life and death of the conjurers.

How many people are greedy, and how many people are jealous.

These disgust, jealousy, and hatred are like undercurrents hidden under the calm surface, rushing in the veins of the magic world all the time, and have been woven into a huge net for many years.

As long as there is a gap, the gushing malice can swallow it up.

The disharmony within the magic world, and the curse masters who are always watching, lest the magic world will not be chaotic, are all factors that can be used.

Zenyuan Hui and Wujo Wu went one in and one out, and the latter instigated the people around the high-level people to create a "loophole".The former guides the Curse Master to discover this "loophole" and gives the Curse Master a chance to attack.

To put it simply, it is to borrow a knife to kill.

As the information leaked, those rotten oranges would naturally start to suspect and crowd out the people around them, creating more and more gaps, which would make it easier to attack them in the future.

There is no need to worry about provoking too much discord, which will attract others to spy on you.

Anyway, there are five enlightenments in the magic world, as long as the higher-ups don't make trouble, he can stand up to the sky by himself.

"Believe it or not, the first thing they suspect is you."

With a smile in Chanyuan Hui's eyes, he glanced at the white-haired young man beside him.

With all due respect, he has fewer doubts than Gojo Satoru.

"Huh? It doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru was not worried at all, he slowly raised two fingers: "First, they have no evidence. Second, they dare not touch me."

This is the source of Wujo Wu's confidence.

No matter how hard the rotten tangerines at the upper level jumped, they didn't dare to go straight to Wujo Wu. At most, they would trip him up on the things he cared about.

The world of conjuration cannot lose the five enlightenments.

"……Fine."

Chanyuan Hui looked away.

Once they operate together, it is impossible for any "chess piece" to escape control.

Things developed as they expected.

On a dark and windy night, following the messages deliberately sent out by the two, the curse masters bypassed the guards silently.

Then, seeing blood, he sealed his throat.

There was no scream, no noise, just a slight muffled grunt, followed by nothing.

The splashed blood was cleaned up, and all the filth of the mantra was wiped away.

No one was alarmed.

This night, five high-ranking officials in the magic world died and one was seriously injured.

The executive who "survived by luck" seemed to have seen something unreasonable and terrifying that night, and he was completely mentally disturbed. He was guarded in the hospital 24 hours a day, and he was helpless even with the reverse operation.

When Jia Ruozi was ordered to go for treatment, he could only hear him muttering and repeating that sentence.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it...God, don't punish me, I didn't do it..."

Jia Ruozi lowered her eyes, and after confirming that the inversion technique had no effect on the brain, she slowly walked out of the ward.

There is no need to stay any longer.

The spirit of this person has already "dead".

He nervously prayed for the mercy of the gods, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, if the injury was not too serious, he might have danced and danced wildly.

Jia Ruozi sighed softly.

【God】.

She could only think of that person who could be given this name in the magic world.

"What do you want to do... Wu?"

What does Gojo Satoru want to do?

What he wants to do is simple.

"In the next two years, those rotten oranges will put everyone in danger." Gojo Satoru smiled and picked up a piece of dessert, gloating, "It would be better if I died of overthinking, so I don't have to do it again."

"You can restrain yourself..."

Chanyuanhui was very helpless.

Although he is also one of the masterminds, thanks to Wujo Satoru, he looks much more normal.

With Gojo Satoru standing in front of him as a target, Zenyuanhui's lethality of letting go of his hands and feet to mess with people is not so great.

First use the curse master's knife to kill people, and then push the boat along the way to expose the information of those curse masters, attracting dog-eat-dog revenge from both sides.

Yes.

The maker of the plan is Chanyuan Hui, and the executor is Wujo Wu. It's not that Wujo Wu doesn't know how to play tricks, but he has special skills. Got it right.

Chanyuanhui's plan is not complicated, but he is the only one who can do it so seamlessly.

"Okay, now there's chaos at the top, what's the next step?" Chanyuan Hui crossed his hands and looked at Wujo Wu calmly, "If they just sit back and watch, they will recover sooner or later."

"Don't worry, take your time and disintegrate step by step."

Gojo Satoru could see the situation clearly.

"This time it's just revenge and a warning. To uproot the rotten orange tree, new blood is not enough..."

Chanyuan Hui nodded: "OK."

Gojo Satoru yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I haven't even slept well after running around for the past few days... I'm going to find Ayin, Your Excellency Zenyuan, take care~"

Chanyuanhui: "Wait?"

Is there a connection between your two sentences? !

The rare cooperation has come to an end.

When the two turned around, they became tit-for-tat "enemies" again.

Zenyuan Hui wanted to grab Wujo Wu's back collar, but Wu Xiaxian blocked his hand.

"Hahaha, goodbye Xiaohui~ You are so pitiful, you are still a child hahahaha——"

Accompanied by the arrogant and beating laughter, Gojo Satoru flew away far away.

Chanyuanhui: "..."

His face suddenly darkened.

five!strip!Enlightenment!

Don't think that he can't fix you. Believe it or not, he revealed the matter of memory recovery, and the two mermaids were killed!

Intense thoughts swirled in my mind, and finally died down again.

Forget it.

After finally getting Ayin to stay with them obediently, it's not good to stimulate people to run to the South Pole.

However, even Zenyuanhui, who was considered exhaustive, never expected it.

Plans can never keep up with changes, and paper cannot contain fire after all.

An accident not long after pierced the last layer of window paper.

It's still a month before A Yin, whose brain is down, orders a plane ticket to the Antarctic Circle with a dull face.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-01?23:35:25~2021-10-06?10:33:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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