Those years of eating and drinking in the high school of conjuration

The two of them continued walking as if nothing had happened, as if the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere just now did not exist at all.

"Speaking of which, I've always seen Mian just like she is now, and I don't know how old Mian is now?" Gojo Satoru asked casually, as if he didn't care about the answer to the question at all.

"12 years old." Yu Gongmian replied obediently, "But...according to human beings...three years old?" High-level blood races are almost immortal, and logically speaking, there is no difference between them and human ages. Conversion relationship, but because the blood race regards 72 as an adult, so there is this conversion relationship.

Quadruple relationship?So Mian's real mental age is 48?Wow, what an uncle!Wujo Satoru thought absently, um... In short, we must find the person in this place quickly, if there is no one, there will be no source of information at all.

The two fell silent.

Did Yu Gongmian believe Gojo Wu's nonsense?Part of the letter.

Amamemian, who is only 12 years old and still living under the protection of his parents, is not as cunning as he will be in the future. Regarding Gojo Satoru's nonsense, he intuitively feels that he is not lying.

Or, what if he lied?

Yu Gongmian quietly glanced at Gojo Wu's profile.

So beautiful, this human.

The higher-level vampire injects more "toxin" into the prey when sucking blood. This "toxin" will make the prey feel pleasure and at the same time involuntarily develop love for the vampire.

So far, the highest record of human resistance to the duke-level vampire is seven times. After that, the man with a firm mind fell in love with the vampire hopelessly.

How many times can you hold on, Mr. Gojo?

Yu Gongmian licked her itchy fangs.

I am looking forward to the moment when you belong to me completely, as long as you belong to me, you will not leave me behind!

The first time he came here, Gojo Satoru realized that his spell power was almost suppressed in his body, and he couldn't spread it too far. He could only use the defensive infinity and [Cang]'s short-distance teleportation, even [Cang]'s short-distance teleportation, even [ Cang can't use it freely, let alone [He] and [Che].

Is it a different world?Wujo Wu's thinking diverges.

The next moment, Gojo Satoru stopped suddenly, followed by Yu Gongmian, and looked towards a certain direction, where there was a strong smell of blood.

"Would you like to take a look, Mianmian?" Even though he was asking, Gojo Satoru was obviously not asking for advice, and he pulled Yugongmian over there quite selfishly.

Essentially a 12-year-old child, in this strange place, Yu Gongmian naturally felt unprecedented fear. The 12-year-old Yu Gongmian, who was used to being controlled and ordered by his mother, could not think independently at all.

But now, the existence in front of him that was probably not an enemy had replaced his mother.

Yu Gongmian nodded and followed Wujo Wu's strength.

"Mr. Wujo, there seems to be a very powerful person over there." Yu Gongmian reminded.

"How did Mian know?" Gojo Satoru was curious.

Under his six eyes, he could see in the distance a patch of mana balls that symbolized ordinary people, one of them was entangled with a mana ball that looked like a super-level spell spirit, and it looked like they were fighting .

"I smell it." Yu Gongmian pointed to his nose, "The stronger the human blood, the sweeter it smells." The small nose moved twice, Yu Gongmian hesitated for a moment, "There are a lot of breaths, most of them should be just Weak human beings, there are a few different ones..." He suddenly bulged his cheeks, showing a disgusted expression, "There is a very disgusting smell."

"Wow, that's amazing, Mianmian!" Gojo Wu ruthlessly rubbed Yu Gongmian's head, kneading the child's docile black hair into a bird's nest, "Do you want my brother to reward you?"

Yu Gongmian, who still doesn't know how dog Gojo Satoru is, asked curiously, "Reward?"

"That's right!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "If you have it, reward Mianmian to be my exclusive little brother, and tell me if you smell a stranger in the future!"

……

Yu Gongmian slowly put out a question mark.

If this person really belonged to his father, then he would have to wonder if the person in front of him was not used to by his father, so he deliberately gave it to him.

Although he always says he hates the theory of "protecting the weak", in fact, Gojo Satoru himself has been pursuing this point all the time. After seeing something that looks like a special-level magic spirit attacking ordinary people, Gojo Satoru immediately went there .

His teleportation needs to know the starting point and the ending point. In this completely unknown situation, they can only try to go in a straight line and rush there in the shortest time.

The number of casualties on the infinite train continued to increase, and none of the dispatched swordsmen returned. There was a high possibility that there might be a ghost hidden there. Based on this judgment, Yuya Ubuyashiki sent one of the nine pillars, Purgatory Kyojuro, to investigate, and at the same time let Three swordsmen went to assist.

Although Xia Xiangui's blood ghost technique was used on the way, fortunately, the four swordsmen worked together and finally succeeded in killing Xia Xiangui under the premise of ensuring the safety of all passengers.

Mission accomplished!

It should be like this.

A strong ghostly aura filled the air, and amidst the dust, it seemed that the murderous aura had gained substance.

Amidst the smoke, the tattooed ghost lowered his body slightly, staring at the swordsman lying on the ground with the words "Shangxian" and "Three" engraved in his eyes.

Can't move!

At the moment locked by the killing intent, the brain was urging the body, but the body was unable to respond.Kamado Tanjiro's breathing stagnated, and in the blink of an eye, the demon's fist almost hit his head.

So fast!Oops, get moving!Pupils constricted, Tanjiro Kamado tried hard to mobilize his limbs.

In a critical moment, Purgatory Kyojuro reacted extremely quickly, the blade came out of his body, and he drew moves in the direction of the fist attack, the breath of flame, the second form, and the blazing flame!

The attacking evil spirits were forced back, and the split arms regenerated within a breath.

He was educated by his mother since he was a child, and the purgatory Kyojuro who believed in "protecting the weak" could not understand the opponent's behavior of attacking the wounded first.

Yi Wozuo, who hates the weak and believes that the weak have no value in existence, also cannot understand the behavior of Purgatory Xingshoulang to protect the weak.

The ghost hunter and the ghost, who were already in opposing positions, stopped talking and started fighting.

Ghosts are immortal creatures that eat people. They are only afraid of the solar knives and sunlight in the hands of ghost hunters. No difference.

And ghost hunters are just ordinary human beings, they need to be treated when they are injured, they cannot regenerate their limbs even if their limbs are broken, and their internal organs cannot heal themselves... Compared with ghosts, ghost hunters are extremely fragile.

Even so, since the Heian-kyo era, the team of ghost hunters has never disappeared. It is their common belief to kill evil spirits!

It has been more than half of the night since the train started. In order to protect everyone in the dying struggle of the ghost who merged with the train, Purgatory Anjurou spent a lot of energy early on.

Now facing the evil spirit of Shangxian San, even he is a little powerless, not to mention Shangxian San is obviously hostile to his junior, and he must protect his junior while fighting.

However, so what!Even if he died here today, he would never let the evil spirit in front of him hurt anyone!

Purgatory Xingshourou is almost ready to die in battle.

Therefore, even if Yiwozuo's fist hit his eyes, Purgatory Xingshoulang didn't dodge in the slightest, he just wanted to take the opportunity of getting close to cut off the evil spirit's head!

The blade slashed across the evil ghost's chest, and blood gushed out. It was a perfect blow, but it was useless because it failed to cut off the ghost's head. The fist was so close that it was too late to dodge it.

Purgatory Xingshoulang didn’t feel any pity. For flesh and blood like them, victory is always accumulated from pity after pity. If one blow fails, immediately prepare for the next attack. If the eyes are gone, use the ears, and the ears are gone. Just extend the perception, even if the hands and feet are completely severed, you must give the evil spirit the last blow with a sword in your mouth!

There seemed to be blue flashes in the air, and the tall boy with silver-white hair suddenly plunged into the battle, and with the momentum of his fall, he kicked away Yiwozuo who was too late to stop.

when! ?Yiwozuo stepped on the ground with both feet, leaving deep marks on the ground. He looked towards the woods on one side, and a boy with a strange aura walked out expressionlessly, and his eyes followed the white-haired boy who suddenly appeared.

"Good job!" Although the young man appeared strangely, but now is obviously not the time to care about this, Purgatory Xingshoulang seized the opportunity of Yiwozuo's stunned god, and bullied him, five types, Yanhu!

The tiger made of flames roared and rushed towards Yiwozuo.

Wow!Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide and looked at Purgatory Kyojuro who swung his sword move, and repeatedly confirmed.It seems that they are indeed ordinary people, so amazing!

However, Yiwozuo reacted very quickly. Although half of his body was scraped off by the unexpected attack, he escaped the vital point in time.

"Hey, the tattooed man over there, what the hell are you?" Curses are entangled all over your body, and it's not a curse spirit, let alone a human being. What kind of monster is this?

"Young man, don't talk nonsense with this kind of evil spirit." Purgatory Xingjulang took a few steps forward and stood in front of Wujo Wu, "It's dangerous here, please step back, if you can, please help me take care of my younger generation."

It's amazing to be protected by ordinary people again.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, felt the firm belief of the people in front of him, and stopped interfering with their battle, and obediently retreated to the side of the boy lying on the ground.

"Are you okay, boy?" Gojo Satoru knelt down and poked Kamado Tanjirou on the forehead, "Wow! Your forehead is so hard! Sleep, come and try it!"

Yu Gongmian, who came to Wujo's enlightenment, poked curiously, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Please...leave me alone." Not paying attention to the movements of the two of them, Kamado Tanjiro squeezed out a voice between his breaths, "Please help...help Mr. Purgatory."

Even if Tanjiro Kamado didn't ask, Gojo Satoru wouldn't just watch ordinary people die like this, he frivolously tapped Tanjiro Kamado on the forehead: "Don't worry, with me here, I won't let that person die." dropped."

With Gojo Satoshi, Purgatory Xingjurou can finally devote all his attention to Kamizumi in front of him.

You can work harder, give up some attack defenses, in exchange for an attack opportunity, the crow has already called Xia You, and the boy who appeared inexplicably has been paying attention to this side, that is to say, you can be more presumptuous!