Master Xia You is still thinking about life today

Noctua Motha, who had no intention of embarrassing the assistant supervisor, took over the intelligence work, while Gojo Satoru on the opposite side ate dessert mechanically, dazed openly, not knowing how much he had listened to.

For this exorcism ceremony, the government department used the gas leak as an excuse to block the streets near Tahara's apartment and evacuate all residents.The local shrine sent a large number of priests to cooperate with government staff to build an altar.

Although the world of conjuration intends to overwhelm the psychic priests on the side of Shinto and Yin-Yang Dao, they don't want to completely quarrel with each other, so they used their connections and inserted Gojo Wu'an into this exorcism in the name of helping list.

Since Gojo Satoru doesn't know how to invite gods to exorcise demons, Gojo Satoru doesn't need to rush to the apartment before the arrival of Pokuma.

"Ding dong."

There is a new message.

Night Moth lowered his head to check, his brows frowned.

According to information, three female goddesses who were invited to Tokyo were involved in a car accident on the expressway in Shinjuku District and died on the spot.According to the filth left behind at the scene, it was the work of the Poo Demon.

This evil spirit is too unscrupulous.

Although the motives of the higher-ups are impure, it might be a good thing to kill the Porcupine Demon.

I just don't know if Jie will go. After all, Higa Kotoko and Jie are both guest ministers of Daigo Genji, and they can be regarded as colleagues.

Ye Mo Zhengdao glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was expressionless and started to eat strawberry sundae, and sighed in his heart.

I said before that "Enlightenment is the strongest, there will be no problems", and sure enough, Jie is not reliable, even if he texts and calls in advance, he won't make it like this.

***

Unappetizing.

Gojo Satoru swallowed the ice cream dotted with bright red strawberries and sprinkled with icing sugar. The overly sweet taste made him frown unconsciously.He poked the cream in the cup with a spoon, inexplicably recalling the time when he started eating these desserts in order to get enough sugar when he was a child.

He didn't like to eat such sweet and greasy things from the beginning, but the continuous squeeze of the brain cells by Six Eyes meant that he needed to add a lot of sugar from time to time.

He can't hang glucose every day.

Having to eat and liking to eat are two concepts.Even if you like it a little bit, you will get tired of eating it non-stop.

Since when did he really like eating these things?

It was Jie Mingming who disliked it but sat with him in the dessert shop, pretending to be a couple to cheat for discounts, and when he deliberately stuffed a spoonful of lava cake into his mouth, his eyes were filled with "Wait for me", every time When Jay goes out alone, he always brings back a limited edition dessert?

People don't always stay together, Gojo Satoru has always known about this kind of broken common sense that isn't even a theory, and never cared about it.

However, Jay is different.

Jay is his best friend, the only one, his oneandonly.

As the holder of the Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru was destined to be enshrined in the altar by the Gojo family. Everyone feared him, rejected him but had to pretend to respect him.They tried to turn him into a qualified protection-umbrella and tool, trying to subtly influence this kind of thinking in daily life, but in the eyes of Wujo Satoru, who has six eyes, those methods were too clumsy.

The six eyes can see through mantras, spells, and calculations.He could clearly see the disgusting calculations hidden behind the smiling face.

When he first met him, he thought he could see through Xia Youjie at a glance. With his weird bangs and his pretentious modesty and gentleness, he was probably no different from those low-browed and pleasing servants trained by the Yusanjia.

But in fact, he was wrong.

Being punched hard in the face by Xia Youjie, Gojo Wu even forgot to turn on "Unlimited", and just foolishly beat him to shame, until he was stopped by the Noctua Righteous roar.

Jie is different, and the judgment of Six Eyes cannot be trusted.

Under the meaningless skin is a soul that fits perfectly with him.

Of course, the skin is not completely meaningless, he himself is an unparalleled handsome guy, and Jie is just a little bit worse than him.Jay would be fine anywhere, but it would be better if he didn't babble about those arguments like a granny.

Thinking of the scenes of the three years of high school life, and seeing myself alone (?) sitting in the dessert shop eating, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that the dessert that was just a little bit wrong in his mouth was becoming more and more difficult to swallow stand up.

He let go of the spoon, and with no appetite he wasn't going to embarrass himself by continuing to eat the strawberry sundae.

Why did Jie leave? They are obviously the strongest.If the group of rotten oranges at the top is too annoying, they throw them into the trash can together, what's the point of leaving like this.

The worst thing is that, as his only close friend, Jie didn't even tell him.Oh, by the way, three times in a row, no, after careful calculation, it has been four days, and Jie has not responded to text messages for four days and turned off his phone.

The more he thought about it, the more indignant Gojo Satoru slapped the table, shaking the coffee cup on the other side of the table.The night moth on the opposite side looked up rightly, what's wrong?

But Gojo Satoru called the waiter with a condensed expression, opened his mouth, and announced a list of dessert names, and he probably wanted to eat all the desserts in this store this afternoon.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

To be fair, how did Jie, a man with normal taste, get through the time spent with Wu in the dessert shop?

There are also many doubts in the righteous path of the night moth today.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is getting dark, which is the time to meet the devil.

Accompanied by the whistling of birds from the priests kneeling at the intersection, the sound of drums sounded, and the priestesses holding Kagura bells on the altar began to dance.

Next to the green belt, Wutiao Wu, who was dragged by the moth Zhengdao in advance, was sitting on the swing, pointing his toes on the ground, swaying the swing slightly, and said without interest: "It's so boring."

The two pure conjurers, Gojo Satoru and Ye Mo Zhengdao, couldn't do anything about this ritual of inviting the gods.Their conjurers don't engage in these forms, and when they meet the curse spirit, they can beat it to death. It's not like these priests and witches, when dealing with the porcupine demon, they must first respectfully invite it as a god, and then expel it.

"Enlightenment." Night Moth Zhengdao reminded, holding an ugly monkey wool felt under his arm, "Pormon is neither a complete monster nor a pure curse spirit. Once it is fleshed, no one knows what will happen. Don't worry about it." Let your guard down."

Gojo Satoru didn't say a word, he rested his head on the rope on the side of the swing, still in a state of lack of interest.

Ye Mozheng squeezed his fist, ah, I really want to beat this bastard.

Unfortunately, after Gojo Satoru's technique "No Lower Limit" was adjusted from manual to automatic, the neutral magic power formed a barrier around his body, and the powerful guiding fist of Noctua Masadao could no longer hit the opponent's head up.

And after such a short period of time, the sky finally darkened, leaving only a ray of magnificent red light lingering in the sky.

Gojo Satoru raised his head slightly, hooked down his sunglasses with his fingers, slowly revealed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by white mist, and said lightly: "Here we come."

A gust of wind rose.

"Hee hee hee..." The child's crisp laughter sounded.

The porpoise has arrived.

Because here are the best psychic mediums in Japan, they have different inheritances and methods. Once the exorcism starts, the ten-mile radius around this apartment building will be distorted into a temporary spiritual field.

Gojo Satoru frowned when he saw it, it was so messy, is this a ball of thread scratched by a cat?

There are not only the energy churned together by these psychic mediums, but also the evil spirits transformed from the children that the Pythias once plundered. Whispering, mixed with the sound of crying and wailing.

The priest who was kneeling at the intersection before spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell to the ground.

"It's too small." In the darkness of the time of the devil, someone stood on a tall building, condescendingly looking down at the gradually out-of-control situation below, with long wine-red hair shaking slightly, and black eyes full of sarcasm.

"It's really, really insignificant that Shinto and Yin-Yang Dao have declined to this point. On the contrary, it's the magician..." He looked at the white-haired young man standing on the edge of the field, his eyes just flicked lightly, and the other party seemed to be aware of it. come over.

Looking at the empty blue eyes, he quickly looked away.

"Six eyes of the generation of the Wujo family..." The figure who easily avoided the survey of the six eyes took a step forward, and the faint neon light in the distance reflected on his body, outlining the slightly slender outline of the young man.