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

The weakness of the two strongest conjurers and the only reverse magician who can heal others is the classmate who is generally regarded as the mascot Amamemian.

This is probably the main meaning of the news that Yu Gongmian asked Fu Heisher to help spread.

A thick collection of documents proves in detail how close the relationship between Yu Gongmian and the three geniuses of the same period is, and several examples are given to prove how popular the mascot Yu Gongmian is in Gaozhuan.

Having been in the upper class for ten years, Yu Gongmian is well versed in the method of spreading credible rumors. He did not intentionally spread some plausible examples, but only took the most easily verified events and modified them slightly to create a A sense of ambiguity.

Within a few days, even the "Team of Four from a High School of Confusion who Returned Home" was about to appear on the black market.

From the moment he was born, he changed the form of the magic world. Gojo Satoru has been offered a reward since he was a child. Now, the rewards for him in the black market are almost astronomical.

And in the same way, as the only third super magician, Xia Youjie's bounty also came from behind, slowly climbing towards the top few, and the only doctor's family, her ranking is even higher than Xia Youjie's .

However, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu are too strong, and Jiarui Nizi has been staying in the enchantment of the high school, unable to make a move at all. Even if the curse masters are greedy for the rewards, they will only dare to be greedy.

But now, such a piece of news suddenly came out, and many curse masters who had verified the authenticity of the news began to move around.

Can't beat Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, can't they also beat a conjurer who has just been promoted to a level!

Some curse masters who thought they were powerful began to ponder.

As long as you catch Yu Gongmian, and then threaten them to hand over the family gun, wouldn't it be fine!

This is the thinking of some curse masters who think they are powerful, but also have self-knowledge, knowing that they can't deal with Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie.

In the dark, Li Suo, who was annoyed that the plan was not going well, also felt his heart beat.

Xia Youjie didn't know who enlightened him. He didn't respond to the ugly faces of ordinary people at all. Ji's people would call the police and throw him to the police station!

I'm blind?Shouldn't Xia Youjie be a paranoid and arrogant person?

Yan Suo began to doubt himself, and he even possessed himself on an ordinary person to watch the character he specially arranged for Xia Youjie once.

"Excuse me, sir, please don't touch me, please?" The boy with a ball head smiled politely, his long and narrow eyes showed undisguised disgust, "It's so disgusting." The man in the trousers kicked away, not even wanting to look at him.

"Scum..." When he said this address, the young man's face changed slightly. Remembering that this address seemed to be used by others to describe himself, he paused and changed his address, "Monkey, please look like a monkey, don't Disgusting people in human skin."

Then he made a call smoothly: "Hello? Mr. Ida? Here..."

Li Suo couldn't figure out what went wrong with the plan, but there was still a chance to save it. When the news on the black market reached his ears, he instantly realized that the opportunity had come!

After searching for thousands of years, he would not act rashly because of a piece of news that he didn't know was true or false. He used all his contacts, checked in many ways, and finally confirmed that the relationship between the four Gaozhuan is indeed very good, especially Wutiao Wu and Yu. The palace sleeps between the two.

In the dim room, the middle-aged man with sutures on his head looked at the photos on the table. The main characters in the photos were basically two teenagers, one was Gojo Satoru, and the other was Amamemiya.

In the top photo, the tall white-haired boy put his chin on the head of the black-haired boy, looking dissatisfied and aggrieved, as if he was acting like a baby. The black-haired boy who was pinned down by him looked helpless and raised his hand The ice cream was about to be handed to him.

With the experience of lurking in the world for thousands of years, he can be sure that these two people are lovers. Even if they are not now, they will be in the future!

It seems that there is a lot of room for maneuvering... If Yu Gongmian can be used to lure Wutiao Wu, then directly seal Wutiao Wu, and then lure Xia Youjie, set up an ambush to kill him, and take his body, this is not killing two birds with one stone ?

Suppressing his excitement, Li Suo calmed down.

Don't rush, take your time, you have to be foolproof.

On this side, Ling Suo was secretly thinking about how to trap Wujou and Xia Youjie in one go, and on the other side, Wujou was lying on the bed, suffering from insomnia after a long absence.

Today, in a very bad mood, he skipped all his work, stayed in his room and played games, viciously pressing the buttons on the game controller, and beat the boss on the screen to pieces, as if he could vent his anger in this way of.

To be honest, no one has ever made Gojo Satoru so aggrieved.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, and after estimating the time, Gojo Wu simply threw the handle and went downstairs to squat in the rain palace.

Sure enough, after a while, the boy's figure appeared under the shade of the tree.

Approaching with strides, Gojo Satoru stared at Yu Gongmian with a cold face, but was discouraged again when he saw the bewildered expression on the other party's face.

What is it... Gojo Goku slumped over the other party's suspicious eyes, pressed his head against his head, and gritted his teeth: "Mianmian, you're really good at it!"

After doing that kind of thing, I don't even remember anything!

Feeling that his current behavior was meaningless, Gojo Satoru held his breath in his chest, unable to go up or down, and finally had to leave angrily.

During the period of "dreaming", Gojo Satoru never suffered from insomnia, but today, he suffered from insomnia. It's not that he was not sleepy, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

The power of time and space is not within the observation range of the six eyes, and the thread of fate is not something he can easily perceive, but he just understands inexplicably: that dream will never appear again.

Staring at the ceiling in a daze, Gojo Satoru involuntarily remembered the dream from last night.

In the twinkling of an eye, the time in the dream passed quickly. It has been 28 years since Mr. Ghost and Mianmian first met. Today is Mianmian's 38th birthday, and it is also the beginning of his revolution with the Messiah.

A month ago, the mother of the fourth prince who had always been regarded as a transparent person, the maid of the king, was suddenly attacked and killed in the palace. The king was furious and ordered a strict investigation into the matter, and then held a grand ceremony for the fourth prince with some compensation. belated rite of passage.

After the coming-of-age ceremony, the fourth prince Messiah finally came before people and had the right to speak in the palace.

Following the investigation into his mother's death, Messiah had access to one of the centers of royal power, the Bureau of Heresy.

Relying on being capable, sensible and able to speak, Messiah quickly won the favor of the king, but at the same time, he also received a warning from the eldest prince.

In fact, the Messiah himself can completely deal with the attackers, but...

"You can't expose your strength prematurely." The young man flipped through the thick occult book, dispelling the idea that the Messiah wanted to kill all the attackers directly, "Don't learn this, you are too arrogant Now, it's not time for you to show your prestige."

"Yes, teacher." Messiah reluctantly agreed, and moved closer to his teacher, "Then...how does teacher think we should deal with those assassins?"

Mianmian looked up and said with a smile: "Next time I ask this kind of question again, I won't let you go easily."

Messiah took a breath.In order not to attract attention, Mianmian has used secret techniques to maintain this youthful image ever since the Messiah stood in front of people.Compared with him in the youthful body, Mian Mian's aura of youth is not in the same order of magnitude at all!

It's over!I forgot that the teacher hates this kind of behavior of not moving his head the most!

"However, forget it this time." Mianmian turned a blind eye to Messiah's stiffness, tapped her fingertips on the page, and said to herself, "It's almost there, and the time is just right..."

"Mia, on the day of the assassination, the fourth prince's teacher sacrificed his life to save the fourth prince. The teacher died, and the fourth prince was also slightly injured. How is it?" Putting the book away gently, Mianmian stood up from the soft sofa. , stretched.

This time Messiah has a long memory, he secretly speculates about the purpose of the teacher...

"Are you going to reconcile with the members of the Divine Revelation Order?" He asked cautiously.

"Probably." Mianmian smiled mysteriously, "It just so happens that by taking this opportunity to get out, I will go to reconcile with Shenqi, and then you will use my information to continue to make meritorious service and win people's hearts. In this way, our Revolutions can succeed."

Messiah's face was serious: "Yes, I understand, teacher."

The next day, when dusk faded and night fell, five mystics quietly sneaked into the fourth prince's bedroom.

They are all mortals under the control of the eldest prince. This time they came here not to kill the fourth prince, but more as a warning. According to the eldest prince, as long as they don't kill them, they can do anything else as long as they are allowed to kill the fourth prince. I know that I have to restrain myself a little, and don't worry about things that I shouldn't worry about.

However, just after sneaking into the bedroom, the dead warriors encountered Mianmian who had been waiting for a long time in the bedroom.

Since she was going to escape, Mianmian didn't stop them too seriously, instead she deliberately led them to attack her, and soon she was covered in blood, looking quite miserable.

Guessing it was almost done, Mianmian dealt with all the people, arranged the scene as a melee, and then lay on the ground with injuries all over her body.

The moonlight spilled into the bedroom through the stained glass, and at a certain moment, part of it was suddenly blocked by someone.

"Mianmian, why do you always look so embarrassed?" Gojo Goku squatted beside Mianmian and poked his face, "Wow, Mianmian changed!" You look like a young man! Are you an adult?"

"No, Mr. Phantom." The young man smiled weakly, the blood splattered on his face made the young man look a bit coquettish, he looked over Gojo Satoru, looked at the stained glass behind him, and lost his mind for a moment.

"Mianmian?" She put her hand in front of Mianmian's eyes and dangled.

"When we first met, it seemed a bit like today..."

Glass, dead silence, loneliness...

It is obviously a completely different scene, but it seems to have gathered all the elements of that first meeting.

"Wu, starting tomorrow, I will leave here alone and go to another place, will you accompany me?" The topic suddenly changed again.

"Huh? Of course." Wujo Satoru came back to his senses.

In fact, the young man who was not seriously injured at all suddenly sat up and threw Wujo Wu, who was sitting on the ground, to the ground.

The youthful Mianmian seemed not much shorter than Wujo Wu, but at this moment she was buried fragilely in the neck of the young man, her body trembling slightly.

"Mr. Phantom, the revolution is really tiring..." The tone of the sigh was erratic, as if blown away by the wind.

Caught off guard by the young man, Gojo Gojo subconsciously removed the No Lower Limit from his body.

He wanted this soul that seemed to be always lost to really touch him, not through a layer of spells.

"Enlightenment." At this moment, the very mature young man showed his unique vulnerability and tenderness towards Mr. Ghost, he said softly, more like a plea than a question, "Can I mark you? "

While talking, the young man stretched out his hand and hugged the white-haired boy tightly. He leaned into the boy's ear and repeated: "Wu, can I mark you?"

As if driven by something, the painted glass was reflected in the blue pupils, the white-haired boy did not struggle, and hugged the young man back as if acquiescing.