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

The soul imprint represents a blood race who voluntarily shares wealth, status, and life with the target. This imprint does not necessarily appear between lovers, and sometimes appears between close friends.

Mianmian doesn't know what his feelings for Mr. Ghost are. Just talking about love seems a little thin. If he has to say it, he thinks that Mr. Ghost is his beacon and his anchor in this world.

So, with the growth of ability, after gradually seeing the extremely unstable space power on Mr. Ghost, Mianmian understood: If this continues, Mr. Ghost will leave sooner or later.

For a moment, Mianmian thought, why not try to seal the person with a chariot and force him to stay in this world?

But this idea was quickly dismissed by him.

Mr. Ghost is free, unrestrained, and flamboyant. How can he destroy Mr. Ghost's smile?

So, what to do?

Mianmian thought of the companion tool that she had seen before, which belonged to the ancestor of the blade, the giant sword that was rumored to be able to cut through time and space.

Now that I have the tools, there is only one coordinate missing. Mianmian thought of the soul imprint.

The marks acting on the soul should be able to play the role of coordinates, right?

On the night of his 38th birthday, Mianmian marked him with Mr. Ghost's sympathy for him.

Ever since he was a child, Mianmian has tasted countless bloods from unknown sources, but this is the first time he has tasted the sweetness of blood.The sharp fangs gently pierced the skin above the collarbone, and chain patterns resembling thorns grew from the bite marks, spreading across the boy's fair skin.

The chain pattern climbed up the boy's neck, arms, and waist... as if to tie the boy tightly and imprison the gods in the world.

"Enlightenment." The young man gently stroked the boy's cheek, and kissed the corner of his eye tenderly, "You will always be with me." Even if you want to run away, I will find you.

The blue eyes looked at a certain direction lazily, and couldn't find the focus for a long time. The young man's voice was buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear it clearly. Gojo Satoru was in a daze, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Next time Mianmian must wear a shackle.

The next day, Mianmian left the palace where he had stayed for ten years by feigning death, and went to an organization composed of mystics dissatisfied with the royal family, the Divine Revelation Order. Next, he would use these mystics to Create chaos, consume the power of different places, and create opportunities for the Messiah to win people's hearts.

A short year flew by, and at the age of 39, Mianmian turned off all her affairs and waited in her room for a whole night.

When the faint sunlight quietly poured into the room, Mian Mian, who had regained her youthful figure, suddenly understood that Mr. Ghost would not come again.

He calmly returned to his office, finished processing the accumulated documents, and then lay down on the sofa for an hour.

He continued his reform career as if nothing had happened, never celebrated his birthday again, concentrated on dealing with the affairs of the Divine Revelation Church, and at the same time started to control the blood race that he planned to let go.

One day at the age of 48, Mianmian received a letter from a disciple she hadn't seen in ten years.

Dear teacher:

I haven't seen you in ten years. Seeing you having fun with people from different bureaus, you must have had a good time.Tomorrow is your birthday, and the students here wish you a happy birthday in advance.How is Mr. Gojo recently?Or does it happen every year?Do you want to get together tomorrow night in Moldo to celebrate the victory of the revolution in advance?

Messiah Paula

The short letter made Mianmian unable to stop her doubts.

Tomorrow... is my birthday?Who is Wutiao teacher?

The memories belonging to people from other worlds in her mind are covered by the consciousness of the world, and Mianmian can't remember when her birthday is no matter how she recalls.

Strange, my memory is not broken...

Forget it.

Mianmian didn't struggle any more, and leaned back wearily.

The only remaining ancestor of the blood race is the ancestor of winter. The ancestor who represents death is too lazy to take care of things and just wants to sleep. Fortunately, his family, Prince Bruner, is still reliable. Prince, having the protection of the ancestor can make other princes not dare to act rashly, and he is also smart, so there is no need to worry about the blood clan.

As for the human side... Tomorrow is the agreed day to exterminate the Divine Revelation Sect. As long as Messiah kills the leader of the Divine Revelation Sect in front of everyone, the people's support for him will be unprecedentedly high. As long as Messiah Sub-superior, plus the dark seeds that have been planted over the years...

It's finally coming to an end.

When the end came, Mianmian sat in the position belonging to the leader of the Divine Revelation Sect, looked at the almost unconstrained expression on the face of the coming Messiah, and smiled in relief.

"It's our first meeting, Your Highness." He stood up and looked at the humans below with arrogance and indifference.

"Blood race!" Seeing his scarlet vertical pupils, the members of the different bureau subconsciously said.

"Don't talk about me with those blood clans." The leader of the sect sneered, "Those guys who want to coexist peacefully with humans, what qualifications do they have to be called blood clans!"

"Come on, human, let me see your strength."

The holy water corrodes the skin, the silverware destroys the texture, and the eclipse spirit burns the soul... The shadow that had shrouded the world for a whole decade dissipated, and the terrorist organization called the Divine Revelation Order was disintegrated. The relationship between them has been eased, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has been supported as the king, and the reform of various systems has been vigorously promoted...

When the last trace of consciousness was about to dissipate, the traction from the soul made Mianmian clear for a brief moment, obeying the instinct, the wheel of fate fused with the chariot roared, and the tiny black cracks loomed in the flames, no one knew , The lone soul who should have been burned quietly slipped into the crack, looking for his home.

……

Gojo Satoru got into trouble with himself.

When Yu Gongmian realized this, Gojo Satoru hadn't talked to him for three whole days.

In the past three days, unless there is a mission, no matter where Yu Gongmian goes, Gojo Satoru insists on following him, but he just doesn't talk to him, and there is a feeling of "I'm angry, come and coax me".

Even when you are angry, you have to be angry where you can see it.

Yu Gongmian couldn't laugh or cry, she had the illusion that she was being entangled by some expensive cat.

After today's mission is over, I'll bring Wu some Xijiufu.

Originally, Yu Gongmian thought so.

Today's task location is another small village, which is as remote as the village where the first-level curse spirit is enshrined. The strong sense of sight made Yu Gongmian feel refreshed.

As expected, it is something that hides in ordinary people, and it is very good at using ordinary people.

Task overview: Find out the curse spirit that causes the disappearance and mysterious death of the residents in the village and exorcise it.

Because the registration of the spell spirit was unknown, the higher-ups didn't send low-level magicians there, and they didn't want to send senior high-level magicians there, so this task was "naturally" sent to Yugongmian.

It seems that the plan to bring Kikufu to Satoru will be postponed.

As soon as he stepped into the village, Yu Gongmian received a warm welcome from the villagers. Two characters, a man and a woman who seemed to be the village head, warmly greeted Yu Gongmian, welcomed him into the house, and served him tea. It seems that he is regarded as a role similar to an angel.

The hostess seems to have been ravaged by life too much, his weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles, and when he smiles flatteringly, every wrinkle is twisted, which is very hurtful to the eyes.

Yu Gongmian looked away and sat quietly, neither answering the conversation nor touching the tea they handed over.

Gradually, the couple seemed to have nothing to say, and looked at each other awkwardly, looking at Yu Gongmian with a hint of malice in their eyes.

After confirming that the two of them had nothing to say, Yu Gongmian calmly said, "Tell me about the monster and where it disappeared."

"Oh, don't bother you, we've already caught the monster!" The woman said triumphantly, very proud of what she said.

Um?Caught a monster?

Things started to get a little unusual, and Yu Gongmian became interested.

"Come and see, it's best to put these monsters to death! Monsters like these shouldn't exist in this world!" The man's expression was distorted, and the malice in his words seemed to hit Yu Gongmian's face.

Yu Gongmian readily agreed.

Ecstasy flashed across the faces of the couple, and they excitedly took Yu Gongmian out of the house and went to the most remote cabin in the village.

On the door of the wooden house, an iron chain as thick as a forearm locked the door, and the man struggled to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a stench, mixed with the smell of blood and something rotten, rushed out. In the dark room, two girls locked in an iron cage hugged each other and shrank into a corner of the cage. Looking desperately at the opened wooden door.

"Please come in." When she said this, the woman's eyes widened involuntarily, and her jaw trembled unnaturally.

She is excited.

Next to him, the man also clenched his fists, staring at Yu Gongmian expectantly.

After giving them a meaningful look, Yu Gongmian raised his foot and was about to enter the room.

"Don't come in! Run!" the blond girl in the cage suddenly shouted.

The expressions of the couple changed suddenly, the man stretched out his hand to push Yugongmian in, and then closed the door immediately.

"Bah! Monster! Let's die together!" The man cursed outside the door.

"I'm a little curious, who told you that I'm a monster?" Not surprised by the fact that she was locked up, Yu Gongmian reached out and touched the wooden door, and felt a burning tingling sensation from her fingertips.

It is enchantment.

"Hehe, it's the gods, you are all monsters! As long as you are caught and dedicated to the gods, our village will be favored by the gods, and we will all have eternal life!" The woman's proud voice passed through the wooden door and came to Yugong. sleeping ears.

"Eternal life?" Putting his whole hand on the door, Yu Gongmian murmured, "Is that why eternal life is so attractive to human beings?"

The longer you live, the more you lose and the less you have left.Yu Gongmian felt that life was enough after living for 48 years. He really couldn't understand why someone would want to live forever.

For Yu Gongmian, who owns a chariot, any enchantment is like paper, and it is easy to leave here.

However, his purpose was to be caught~

Turning around, Yu Gongmian looked at the two girls.

Let's use them to pass the time before the villain shows up.