When the blind date is 5t5

In fact, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science.

Like cursing.

It was born out of human negativity, and normally normal people cannot see its presence unless they are in some sort of near-death state.

Now that there are curses, there naturally exist natural enemies to exterminate them, that is, special humans who can see curses and have curse power in their bodies.

They are called conjurers.

After hearing the scream, Gojo Gojo and I looked at each other tacitly, and rushed down quickly.

At the corner of the stairs on the 3rd floor.

A girl in a high school uniform was seen pressing her back tightly against the wall, curled up into a ball, her face so pale that it was almost bloodless.

And beside her lay a dying teenager.

Scarlet blood gurgled out from the boy's belly with a big hole, and after a while, a small pool of blood condensed on the ground.

I looked around with my eyes, and when I was about to ask where the curse was, I turned my head and saw Gojo Satoru holding a bloody mass that looked like a head.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the lump of things away casually, with the corners of his mouth curled down in displeasure, as if he disliked the impatience of this curse spirit.

I stood there in a daze, so shocked by Gojo Gojo's overwhelming strength that I even forgot to blink, and my brain went into a trance.

His speed is too fast.

I didn't even see the full picture of the curse, and the exorcism was completely over.

Truly worthy of No.1 in the magic world!

Now, I finally understand the adoration that girl Miwa has for Gojo Satoru.

If I were a few years younger, I would probably become Gojo Satoru's little fan girl like her.

I guessed so.

Then I remembered that I was about to marry him and become his wife, and faced the pickiness of those fanboys and girls, I inexplicably felt a burst of pressure on my shoulders.

Now that the curse has been lifted, it's almost time to leave.

I walked around the head of the curse spirit lying on the ground, and waved to Wujo Wu, indicating that he should go.

Just when I passed by the pair of high school students, my calf was suddenly hugged.

I lowered my head and just met the girl's tear-filled eyes.

In the next second, like a landlubber falling into the water, she clung tightly to my life-saving straw, wishing to put all her expectations and pleas for help on me.

She said, "Please, save him."

A faint cry for help came to his ears, and his body trembled unconsciously as if sensing the impending torture.

What familiar words, I thought sadly.

It has almost run through my childhood, adolescence, and youth, and it has been a full 25 years.

When my mother was not crazy, she once said that since I was born, I have shown a talent for reversal techniques that is beyond ordinary people.

To put it simply, the spell power of conjurers comes from the negative emotions flowing in their bodies, which is negative energy.

And I am different from them.

The moment I left my mother's body, I learned how to multiply these negative energy mantras and transform them into positive energy mantras.

This is a special ability that ordinary magicians may not be able to learn in their entire life.

Since God has bestowed on me a super talent, according to the principle of "equal exchange", it has deprived me of the possibility of having family spells.

What's more, with every healing, my vitality will be burned in proportion.

Therefore, I hate saving people.

I especially hate saving those who have committed many crimes, which makes me feel that my hands are also stained with the blood of innocent victims.

Simply disgusting.

Death is the end of destiny planned by the heavens. I am not a god. What right do I have to compete with the god of death over and over again?

Thinking of this, I coldly glanced at the unknown boy on the ground, and just wanted to turn around and leave.

However, before he had time to pull his legs away, there was a sudden burst of severe pain that almost shattered in his heart.

I lowered my head and clearly saw the cursed figure gradually appearing on my body.

The ferocious snake tail penetrated deeply into my chest like a sharp blade, and under the pale light, the black snake scales reflected a chilling icy light.

Invisibly, the end of its tail shackles my heart in circles, twisting continuously like a chain, tightly restraining its prey.

Immediately afterwards, the mother's familiar and cold breath crept up her back.

I lowered my head in fear, my chestnut hair covered most of my sight, and the tip of my nose smelled of blood that was strong enough to drown me.

Then the brain went blank, and the body moved on its own under the drive of instinct.

A faint white light shines from the fingertips, and then, like a star, quietly falls into the boy's abdomen.

Suddenly, I felt that the temperature of my whole body gradually disappeared with the departure of the white light.

It was as if the naked body was thrown into the ice and snow, and the blood was on the verge of freezing.

Time is cut at this moment, every minute and every second is so long that it makes me painful, until my wrist is tightly pinched.

When I looked up, I saw Gojo Satoru's eyes stained with anger.

"Enough," he said.

The dead air on the young man's face suddenly disappeared, and the breath that was so light that it almost disappeared gradually calmed down.The wound on the abdomen has healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

I fell to the ground exhausted, and all positive emotions about joy, happiness, contentment, etc. disappeared.

In this stagnant silence, bitterness mixed with traces of despair began to overflow in the bottom of my heart, breaking through the threshold that I could bear in an instant like a tide.

Why do I have this ability?

Why was I born in this world?

Is there anyone to help me?

Just when I was full of depression thinking about how to kill myself, Gojo Satoru squatted down, and there was a rare softness in the blue eyes.

He looked at me and asked softly, "Do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Hearing this, my eye sockets were instantly sore, my throat seemed to be stuffed with stones, my throat was blocked, and tears began to swirl uncontrollably.

After a long while, I managed to make a hoarse voice with obvious crying voice:

"Can you give me a hug?"