The spell daily of the departed savior

Xia Youjie sneered, and indifferently withdrew the hand that touched the end of his eyes: "You guys who are all dead, don't miss your old friends."

He put this matter behind him, and just disposed of it as garbage in his muscle memory, and then turned his eyes to the real person who was obviously unwell beside him: "If it wasn't for the spell, would the curse spirit still be sick?"

Zhenren's complexion is not very good, his already fair cheeks are as pale as paper at this moment.He hastily raised his eyes to look at the girl who was the target: "No... It seems that someone has caught my spell power, so I have a bad feeling. I will leave the target to you first, and I will deal with it later."

Xia Youjie just wanted to make an "OK" gesture when the real person rushed out of the bookstore.

"Does your friend... need help?" The girl's gentle voice sounded.

Xia Youjie turned around, and saw his target task looking at him worriedly.

It seems that because of the manga head printed on his body, the surrounding students ignored the terrifying and weird feeling brought by the sutures on his forehead, and were willing to approach him.

Xia Youjie narrowed his narrow eyes with a smile: "Eh? Thank you for your kindness."

……

The real person quickly turned into the alley behind the bookstore, his body getting heavier and heavier, as if walking was consuming mana.

It seemed that something had reversed his [Inaction Transformation] technique, which was originally used by him to touch and change the shape of human souls, turned around and touched him.

"My teacher told me that emotion and memory are the contents of the human soul, but you don't seem to think so."

The crisp sound of clogs stepping on the ground resounded leisurely in the quiet and dark alley.

The real person supported the wall with one hand, while raising his head and squinting his eyes.

The faint light from the street lamps in the street in front of the store casts the dim light at the entrance of the alley, barely illuminating a little area.

A slender and tall shadow was reflected on the wall.

The first thing that appeared in the real person's field of vision was a crimson kimono robe.

The long black hair was scattered on the crimson robe, the young man closed his eyes, and his handsome face was full of calm and indifference after being extremely angry.

The real person suffocated for breath, and his blue eyes, which were muddy like a sewer, opened up a little bit after the other party appeared.

——Wu Li!

He searched for it a few times, and even when he took advantage of the exchange meeting to go to the college to take away the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo, because he heard that the other party had joined the college, he spent a little time deviating from Xia Youjie's plan to find it, but he still hasn't found it. Wuli, who was found, unexpectedly appeared in front of him on his own initiative.

If it weren't for the inexplicable loss of Daoist's mana power, he would even want to laugh out loud.

"Today is really my lucky day." The real person's face was tinged with excitement: "Didn't the [-]-point conjurer come? But it doesn't matter, I am very happy to kill you."

"is it?"

Wuli pressed the palm on the handle of the knife at his waist, and slowly drew out the long knife.

Even if the light is dim, the light of the blade is still as bright as snow.

Wuli walked towards the real person slowly.

A slight crack sounded.

With every step he took, the ground sank into deep pits and the soil rolled down.

The long black hair fluttered behind him automatically without wind.

A violent draft blew his crimson robes.

Wuli smiled lowly, causing a tremor in his chest.

"So, before I kill you, I have a question for you—who did the rag in your hand come from, and what happened to that person?"

The real person blinked in confusion, and then laughed loudly: "Is there really a relationship between you?"

"Want to know the answer? Then get it yourself! But before that—" The real man grinned from the corner of his mouth to the ear, revealing a weird smile that humans cannot do.

His body covered with sutures was quickly filled with mana and began to change shape, and all his arms turned into sharp tentacles to attack Wuli.

The real person's figure also quickly arrived in front of Wuli in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the heat emanating from this slender body, which is also considered excellent among human beings, the real person was so excited that his expression twisted: "Let me touch your soul, I have a hunch that you will become my favorite experimental product. "

Wuli slowly, slowly grinned a cruel smile full of killing intent.

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Jianren Qihai pushed open the door of the dormitory and at the same time turned on the light in the room.

Because of the lack of manpower in the world of conjuration, he often needs to deal with the task of exorcising curses continuously. Even though the dormitory allocated to him by the high school is well equipped, there are actually not many of them when he comes back, and more of them will stay in the dormitory during business trips. hotel.

If it wasn't because Wuli's appearance and strength were too much of a mystery, he wouldn't have stayed in Gaozhuan to watch with his own eyes. After careful calculation, the last two months turned out to be the longest period of time he stayed in Gaozhuan.

In the conversation with Wujo Wu, the other party generously told him all the basic situation of Wuli. It stands to reason that he can leave the high school to deal with the tasks that have accumulated for a long time when the questions are solved.

but……

The door that Nanami Kento put on the doorknob hangs down.

He looked at the clean and tidy room lacking in warmth without a trace of emotion. The furnishings were unchanged from the basic configuration allocated by the high school. Under the excessively white light, there was a feeling of coldness and loneliness.Brightly reminding him that this is not his home, but just a dormitory where he can live temporarily.

Jianren Qihai suddenly thought that Wuli's dormitory was in the same situation, even the other party had less luggage than him, and the dormitory was deserted as if he could pack his bags and leave at any time.

He frowned, thinking that it might be because he had just glimpsed a corner of Wuli's past experience from Gojo Satoru, and when he looked at his dormitory, he suddenly felt a little distressed for Wuli.

—— "The day Xiaoli's teacher died in battle happened to be Xiaoli's adult birthday... That child must have waited for three rounds for a long time, but in the end there was only one death news, and he didn't even see the body."

What Gojo Satoru said suddenly sounded in his mind.

Adult's birthday... Wuli-kun was still an underage child when he lost his only relative.Death and Loss to -->>

For him, it was too early to assume.

Qihai Jianren sighed silently, finally unable to ignore the thoughts in his mind, turned around and prepared to go to Wuli's dormitory to see the situation there.

It's okay to have a cup of tea with each other.

But when he walked to Wuli's dormitory, Qi Haijian discovered that there was no trace of the other party coming back.

"Mr. Wutiao, you should pay attention to Mr. Wuli's movements."

Jianren Qihai thought of the obviously wrong emotions he saw when he followed Wuli today, and the file bag that he couldn't put down, so he called Gojo Satoru decisively, and said without giving the other party a chance to speak. : "I know you have, tell me, where is Mr. Wuli now?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and then a low laugh sounded: "Why did Qi Haihai come to find me to ask for Xiaoli's position? Business or private?"

Jianren Qihai opened his mouth, and wanted to say something without hesitation, but swallowed it back just before he could leave.

The sharp and decisive thinking just now hesitated.

Gojo Satoru, who was standing on top of the brightly lit tall building, looked down at what happened in the dark alley below, and grinned with a dangerous smile: "But it's not bad for now."

"Qihaihai, the "Wuli-kun" you are worried about is fighting with super-level curse spirits in a downtown area full of people."

Gojo Satoru's laughter was not as casual as before, but with a certain determination: "If Xiaoli is allowed to fight in the downtown area, with his current state of mind, I can't guarantee whether he will go crazy and use his specific telekinetic ability. Once Xiaoli really used it... everyone in Tokyo will be in danger."

He carefully confirmed the gradually frantic battle in the alley again, and raised his hand to check the time on his watch: "So Qi Haihai, I will give you 10 minutes, if you can start from -->> within 10 minutes

Gaozhuan rushed to the address I sent you, and successfully persuaded Xiaoli to regain his sanity, and I went home to sleep.otherwise……"

Gojo Satoru's voice was very soft, as if the wind from a tall building could blow away at any time: "I will replace Xiaoli to avenge Sanlun when the sun rises tomorrow."

The phone was hung up instantly.

Gojo Satoru heard the sound of "beep" and shrugged: "So Nanami, can't you be more sincere?"

but……

Gojo Satoru slowly pursed his lips, raised his slender fingers, and lifted a corner of the blindfold.

Those eyes, as bright as sapphires, were covered with a layer of darkness.

Three rounds, back then you personally restrained the ferocious beasts that were drawn into human society, and now because of your death, you are tearing away that layer of human skin... The guy who died once died, but come back to life for me.

……

"Chong--!"

The long knife cut off the sharp tentacles mercilessly, and the invisible air followed and shattered the severed limbs into countless fine powders.

The real person, who had been cut off with all his limbs and only his body left, was forced to re-transform into a human form, fell from mid-air to the wall, and fell into the garbage dump.

The narrow alleys were like a gust of wind, and rubbish and bricks rolled down into a mess.

The nearby residential area turned on the lights one by one, and the residents poked their heads out to check the source of the noise at night, and when they saw the blood stains on the ground and the damaged buildings, they quickly shrank back and locked the doors and windows.

"clatter……"

"clatter……"

The crisp sound of clogs falling on the ground sounded unhurriedly.

The prolonged battle made Wuli's robe a little messy, and his black long hair hung down halfway to block half of his face. In the dark alley, his figure in the crimson robe was half-lit. on the borderline.The ferocious beast howled and attacked his pain to the world.

"Have you met the owner of that rag?" Wuli's voice was cold.

The real person shook his head and shook off the garbage bag on top of his head. He was obviously injured and embarrassed, but he still raised his head and smiled: "Eh? It seems that person is very important to you. Seeing that you are so nervous, why... ..."

The real person tilted his head and smiled maliciously: "Is he already dead?"

Wuli's pupils constricted, and his figure disappeared instantly.

"boom--!"