The spell daily of the departed savior

The young man stood up slowly, with a natural gesture, he pulled the white cloth covering the corpse aside and wrapped it around his slender body.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Zen Academy students should have brought it for me."

Jianren Qihai frowned, opened the door suddenly, and saw Zenyuan Maki standing outside the door holding a stack of clothes.

"I saw that Teacher Wuli was seriously injured, so I went to get the teacher's change of clothes without authorization." Facing Qihai Jianren's silent questioning gaze, Chanyuan Maki answered frankly with a cold face.

Among the people in the treatment room, none of them could see through her rush to confirm Wuli's injury.

Now that the treatment has ended, Wuli has no intention of staying any longer. After taking care of his grooming and clothes, he is ready to return to the teacher's dormitory assigned to him by the high school.

It happened to be dinner time, and Wuli, who was accustomed to preparing food by himself, invited several people to go with him, but Jia Ruzizi rejected him on the grounds that he needed to write a medical report.

After the few people left, the treatment room regained its icy silence.

Jia Ruzi lowered his eyes and calmly lit a cigarette.

As a bystander, she is different from Jianren Qihai who participated in the mission and inevitably developed some companionship with Wuli between life and death.She could clearly see that Wuli had never let down his vigilance no matter during or after the treatment.

She was sure that if she had any evil thoughts during the treatment, Wuli would be able to kill herself with that crippled body.

As the school doctor of the High School of Conjuration, Jiarui Nitzi has seen many seriously injured conjurers. Most of them will subconsciously relax their nerves after escaping from death and returning to a safe place. Even if they sleep for a few days, it is not a miracle.

However, Wuli didn't let herself fall asleep when she was most sleepy and painful. Instead, she kept paying attention to her and Qihai Jianren's dynamics.

why?

Jia Ruozi frowned, muttering to himself, "That guy...what has he been through?"

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Just when Gaozhuan was already busy because of the unregistered super-level spell spirit, Yidizhijie Gaozheng was walking tremblingly in the misty mountains.

"Qi, Mr. Qihai? Mr. Wuli?"

Shouting tremblingly with a trembling cry, Yidizhi hoped that someone would respond to him but was also afraid that "someone" would come to him. If nothing happened, he would almost scare himself to death.

Driving in the direction of Kyoto, he always felt that the road seemed to be endless. After realizing something was wrong, Yidizhi got off the car and called Jianren Qihai. The one who talked to me...it seems that Te Niang is not a person!

However, Yidizhi Jiegao, who was about to cry, still tried hard to suppress his collapsed emotions, and returned to the car to comfort the little girl who was lost with her family.

As a result, right in front of his eyes, the little girl turned her face and smiled at him, crying and crying, and then turned into a photo, slowly falling from mid-air on the passenger seat.

Yizhi Jiegao: ......

The assistant supervisor, who had always worked hard and worked hard, raised his hands tremblingly, and covered his mouth with a "snap!" to prevent himself from shouting out of composure.

Mom, mom!ah! ! !

I want to go home--!

Then, in the following time, Yidizhi experienced such incidents as the car not starting, the watch and mobile phone going on strike, and the ghost hitting the wall and being unable to get out.

He walked deep and shallow in the dark mountain forest full of rotten smell, praying again for Jianren Qihai or Wuli to find him.

But after a rustle of trampling bushes, there was only the sound he least wanted to hear.

"Uncle, I don't seem to be in pain anymore." The little girl hugged the old but intact bear and stood silently behind Yidizhi Jiegao.

Yidizhi Jiegao turned around tremblingly, at this moment another question suddenly overwhelmed all fear, and wanted to ask the little girl.

——Why are Jianren Qihai and Wuli both elder brothers, but I am the only uncle? ? ?

I'm one year younger than Nanami-kun!

In Wuli's teacher's apartment, three second-grade students and Jianren Qihai sat opposite each other, and voices could be heard from the kitchen from time to time.

Jianren Qihai, who was facing the kitchen, kept his eyes on Wuli's back. The leftover vigilance brought about by his narrow escape from the realm of super-level curse spirits did not stop until he saw the young man standing in the kitchen with some daily breath. eased down.

Although this change is small, it was still captured by Zenyuan Maki, who has been paying attention to Jianren Qihai.

What he couldn't ask just now because Jianren Qihai's expression was too serious and terrifying, he asked it smoothly.

"Ms. Qihai and Mr. Wuli met, are they unregistered super-level curse spirits?" Zenyuan Maki said seriously, "But Mr. Wuli has no magic power, not even my physique, but a real ordinary person." .Is it necessary to correspond to special-level spell spirits for the assessment of entry-level physical education teachers?"

As soon as her question came out, the room, which had been filled with lively and relaxed atmosphere just now because of the sound of the kitchen, cooled down in vain.

The panda turned around a little bit stiffly, looked at Chanyuan Maki tremblingly, and frantically gestured at her: Maki! ! !What are you asking Maki!

Jianren Qihai's face also became indifferent because of this question. He looked at Wuli's figure and didn't answer Chanyuan Maki.

After the treatment was over, Wuli had returned to his normal appearance. After washing and changing clothes, he could not see the bloody terror of exorcising the super-level curse a few hours ago.

The long black hair was not made into a ball by the blood, but was draped softly behind him, shaking slightly with Wuli's movements.Daiqing's kimono wraps the tall and slender figure of the young man, and the muscle lines revealed through the fabric in every movement have a sense of strength and beauty, which is pleasing to the eye.

However, such a person has suffered so many injuries...

The palms of Jianren Qihai placed under the table trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Mr. Wuli's original assessment should be a third-level curse spirit."

"Are you kidding me?" Zenyuan Maki sneered: "Suddenly grow from a third-level spell spirit to an unregistered super-level spell spirit? Even if there is a case where the spell spirit grows suddenly during the battle, but from the third level to the special level? Hah."

When Wuli appeared at the entrance of Gaozhuan, the shock of facing the remnant body like a skeleton and ghost still remained in Zenyuan Maki's heart.

Even though Wuli has only been her teacher for a month, she can feel that although Wuli is indifferent and merciless, he is actually teaching her to improve her physical skills and even save her life.

In those dark eyes that were indifferent to everything, there was no disdain for her lack of mantra power, but sincere approval because she did not have mantra power to concentrate on practicing physical skills.

Although everything about Wuli is a mystery at present, and only Wutiao teacher's full recommendation can endorse him, but Zenyuan Maki still regards Wuli as her teacher from the bottom of her heart.

It is not the default teacher-student relationship because of the position in the school.

It is a teacher who truly delivers trust.

Therefore, Zenyuan Maki was very angry at Wuli's serious injury. Regardless of the hints from the panda next to her, she looked at Jianren Qihai firmly in her eyes, and wanted to ask for an explanation for Wuli.

However, no matter whether it is the nitrate who has been staying at the house of the high school, or the Zenyuan Maki who is still a student who doesn't know much about the intrigue in the magic world, he can see the weirdness. Why don't Nanami Jianren and Gojo Satoru not know?

While the few of them were staying here, half of the high school had already started to investigate the incident.

If only Wuli was involved, Ye Mo Zhengdao would prefer to investigate in secret, but the complexity of the situation now can be called a supernatural event.

After the exchange meeting, when comprehensively investigating the loss of the high school, not only the corpse of the first-level spell spirit that should not have existed was found in the mountain forest, but also the corpses of several auxiliary supervisors and magicians.

After Gojo Satoru forcibly restored and presented the incomplete mantra that had been erased from the corpse with a technique, Ye Mo Zhengdao recognized the weak mantra reaction of Le Yanji Jiashin mixed with the body of the mantra spirit, while the other high-level personnel's On the corpse, there were traces of the same curse spirit.

"It seems that the plan that Xiaoli heard is correct. The old man of the Jingdu school really wants to kill classmate Polygonum Zhang~ He even used such indecent means as using the curse spirit, tsk tsk tsk."

Under the puzzled eyes of Ye Mozhengdao, Gojo Satoru shook the phone in his hand with a smile: "Qi Haihai told me, and Xiao Li told Qi Haihai in the car to the mission location."

After finishing speaking, he pursed the corners of his mouth unhappily again, with a hurt look on his face: "Xiao Li has grown up, has his own secret, he would rather tell Qi Haihai than tell the teacher me, woo woo woo~"

Noctua Zhengdao twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly: "Wu, be sober, you have never been Wuli Jun's teacher."

Wujo Wuli was straightforward: "Xiaoli's teacher and I are friends, rounding up to five equals that I am Xiaoli's teacher. Besides, before Sanwa died, he told me to help him look after the child."

Night Moth Zhengdao: ...

You can say it in front of Mr. Wuli, and see if he chases you or not.

But when the eyes of the two fell on the corpse of the high commissioner, they fell silent again.

"Not only were the low-level conjurers who served Lord Tianyuan killed, but the treasury of the high school was stolen, and several supervisors were killed..."

Ye Mo Zhengdao suddenly remembered another thing: "About Wuli Jun's assignment, I am very concerned about one thing mentioned in the report handed in by the supervisor."

He looked at Gojo Satoru, and said seriously: "The call to the high school for help was found to be made ten years ago after retrieving the computer records. But it didn't appear on the supervisor's job board until half a month ago."

Gojo Satoru restrained his expression a little bit: "In other words, this unregistered curse spirit has probably been born for ten years."

Curse spirits were born out of negative emotions of human beings, and they naturally have an aversion to humans, especially super-level curse spirits with wisdom and independent personality. The previous records are all about slaughtering human beings since birth, natural tyrannical killers.