When the blind date is 5t5

The light and shadow were dim, quietly falling on the man's cheeks.Bounded by the bridge of the nose, half falls into my eyes while the other half is covered by shadow.

The appearance in memory suddenly became very strange at this moment, as if he had never really known him before.

I fixed my eyes, and for a moment, the picture in front of me was like an evil spirit descending into the world again with this body.

"Little bird, you are finally here." He said slowly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but the absurdity did not fall into his eyes at all, and the smile was full of cruel banter.

I considered it for a while, and then said coldly: "Where is Xianji?"

Is he still alive?

I just thought about this question secretly in my heart, and didn't ask it out.

Kamo Yuta, no, to be precise, it should be Kamo Kenron, he acted as if he heard my heartfelt voice, raised his eyebrows lightly, tapped his fingertips on the table and replied: "That little guy is still alive."

"However," he paused, not hiding his malice, "If Xiao Feiniao is one more day late, I plan to cut off his arm and give it to you as a gift for reacquaintance."

Hearing this, I raised my eyes to meet his slight smile, and clenched my teeth silently.

He is serious.

Then this thought came to my mind, I clenched the hand hanging by my side, and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you also from the Kamo family? Why..."

Before I finished speaking, Kamo Xianlun unreasonably interrupted my inquiry: "Why did you use him to threaten you? Ha, who made that little guy naively think that the status of the first son of the Kamo family is so important that it is so important in the future?" After being discovered by me, his little tricks can still make the family stand out and keep the safety."

"Compared to the heirs who haven't grown up yet, they naturally understand who is the one who can decide their life and death. Therefore, on the same day, they twisted him in front of me with their own hands. There is no reason not to send him to my door. It just happens to be used as bait to catch the arrival of little birds." He chuckled lightly, with an ambiguous tone, "Look, aren't you going home again now?"

Wujo Wu heard the words, his face turned cold suddenly.

He stepped forward to block the greedy and coveted eyes of the man in front of him.

After that, he wandered through the room critically, from the empty gray walls without any decoration to the simple wooden furniture, everywhere he looked, there was a sense of antiquatedness belonging to an old house.

"It's so poor." Gojo Satoru commented unceremoniously.

Faced with Gojo Satoru's complaints, Kamo Xianren's smile froze, the corners of his mouth were lowered, and his expression became a bit stern.

If ordinary people saw his appearance at this moment, they would probably be frightened and kneel down on the spot.

However, he bumped into this iron plate named Gojo Satoru.

A little bit of gunpowder quietly surged in the air.

I grabbed Gojo Satoru by the corner of his clothes, poked my head out from behind him secretly, and glanced back and forth between them quietly.

Gojo's talent is worthy of Mao Xianlun. He raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Isn't it? This kind of gloomy dilapidated house that doesn't even need additional decoration can be directly used for ghost movies. Who will give you the face to say yes?" Her home? Immortal, the times have changed, it's time to wake up and stop dreaming."

In response to this, Kamo Kenro's complexion was like an overturned palette, changing from white to deep black, and after a while, it turned again into the pale pale that is unique to dead people.

It can be described as wonderful.

Watching this scene, I subconsciously bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile.

Gojo Satoru's sarcasm continued, "That's right, after all, you are a centenarian, so it's completely understandable that you have a bad memory. Need I remind you again? Asuka, her surname is Gojo, and she is my Gojo Satoru's wife. There is no relationship at all between our families. And our home is in Tokyo, so don’t mess with the relationship, and it doesn’t matter whether you are worthy or not.”

After hearing his eccentric sentence "centenarian", my heart was completely broken.

I couldn't hold back the smile any longer, so I chose to cover my lips with the other hand, and laughed silently.

Kamo Xianlun took a deep breath, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared between his brows.

After a moment of silence, he sat up straight with a cold face, and waved his right hand seemingly casually.

The next second, there was a soft sound behind him.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the closed door, and the radar in my mind about the crisis suddenly shook.The hand holding Wu Wu's clothes began to exert force unconsciously, and the knuckles were very conspicuously pale under the warm light.

The nerves of the brain are like thin strings that are highly tensed, and it only takes a slight movement to break them.

Wujo Wu bowed his head, glanced at the corner of his clothes with unclear eyes, he sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and softly comforted him: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

On the head is the man's big warm hand, I can clearly feel the hair being passed through by his fingertips, and then touched bit by bit carefully and lovingly.

So gentle it's almost foul!

The ear sockets were suddenly hot, I restrained my nervousness, swallowed my saliva, and pretended to respond calmly with a "hmm".

Just as I was adjusting my emotions secretly, there was a strange energy fluctuation in the air, like a stone falling into a calm water, causing circles of ripples.

It's from the front!

When I looked up, I was surprised to find three strange figures beside Kamo Xianlun.

They all exuded the cold and bloody aura unique to the curse spirit.

Before arriving, Gojo Satoru and I had a discussion about which ace weapons Kamo Xianren might still hold.

If our guess is correct, these three curse spirits should be the remaining nine-phase map of the curse embryo.

Bruises, fat mess, ancient tombs.

According to the description of the nine-phase map of the curse embryo recorded in the ancient book, I quickly distinguished them in my mind.

The curse spirit standing on the edge should be Qingyu.He was only half a head taller than the wooden table, with thinning hair and dark skin. At first glance, he looked like a bald wild monkey.And his sense of presence fluctuates up and down, as if in the blink of an eye, it will disappear in place in public.

After observing it, I looked away again.

The curse spirit standing in the middle is ugly and disgusting in appearance, with rotting flesh and blood, and slender maggots crawling on its scarlet texture.The white stripes on the piece of meat were criss-crossing and wriggling. This scene was enough to make the scalp of a cryptic patient go numb and his eyes go black.

"How stupid is the body of the white worm, how many battalions are on the flesh of the bluebottle", this is an ancient poem describing the fat chaos, and the characteristics of the curse spirit in front of him completely fit it.

Among them, the Kofun is the closest to the human spirits.His hair and beard are all white, his old face is like a wrinkled orange peel that has been dried by the sun, and there is only superficial peace and kindness in his cloudy eyes.

Kamo Xianlun turned his head and silently winked at them.

Kofun received the order, and he raised his hand with a gentle smile.Like a grandpa who was about to play games with the juniors, he clasped his hands together and patted lightly.

At the moment when the applause fell, a huge and unstable spell burst out from his body, like a hydrogen bomb exploding, sweeping towards me in a mighty manner.

The body closes its eyes uncontrollably.

In the blur, I felt that the space was cut, and the hands holding the five corners of Wu's clothes disappeared.

After a long while, this energy gradually faded away.

I opened my eyes, and suddenly found that I was on a square fighting ring, and Gojo Satoru was gone.

Upon discovering this, my heart suddenly became empty.It was as if a big hole had been dug, and the cold wind swished along it, blowing into the heart, and the blood gradually became cold and stagnant.

Without a backbone, I stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Kamo Xianlun's gentle voice sounded that I regained my consciousness.

"Right now," he said with an ambiguous smile, "it's the time between you and me alone. Xiao Feiniao should be punished for thinking of others in front of me."

I knew every word in what he said, but it was a bit difficult to understand together.

I looked at him in bewilderment.

Kamo Xianlun bent his eyes, "What should I punish?"

"Why don't you take out the heart of the little bird, soak it in formalin, put it on the bedside every day, and make it my most precious and beloved collection."