Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

In the cramped alleys, the knocking sound of swords and swords can be heard from time to time, but the alleys seem to be blocked from the world when the sun is shining.

The dark tent blocks the sunlight, and the flames in the dark and deep alley are like brush and ink splattered on the black drawing paper. The sporadic flames sway in the dark, like fireflies, subtle but eye-catching.

"Hey, hey, I've never heard of this kind of guy."

The conjurers who came to pursue them were blocked by their own power, and the black-haired young man was like a shooting star dancing in the night sky, waving the blade formed by the flames in his hand, blocking all attacks outside.

"For the last time, cross the line and die." Yayoi Komdai turned around and kicked away the conjurer who was trying to cross the line from his side to kill the man in the corner. The blade turned in his hand, forming a beautiful sword flower. The scattered sparks will The bright golden eyes of the young man are embellished with more brilliance.

"Don't be too arrogant, kid." The conjurers retreated to the wall behind them, making gestures of preparing to cast a spell, and the slightly older, middle-aged man scolded contemptuously. "I just don't want you to lose your life because of a villain at a young age. You have good talent, and you have no crimes on your body. Why bother to risk your life for this kind of guy."

Different spells appeared in the hands of the conjurers, the man squinted his eyes, and warned with an accent: "I will say it again for the last time, get out of there, and hand him over, otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless." gone."

After listening to his words, Yayoi Kojiro turned her footsteps, turned sideways and faced the people on the wall, stared at them for a few seconds, and sighed, then raised her hand and let go of the blade.

The person who spoke before had a bit of childish joy on his face, and he raised his hand to block the person who was about to rush over, "You made the right choice." He said earnestly, and was about to throw an olive branch. The young man slowly raised his hand, and the flame that formed the blade spread out and wrapped around his knuckle fingers. Yayoi Kojiro put one hand backward and the other forward, posing for a bow, and the flame immediately formed a bowstring in his hand.

"Sorry." The conjurers heard the young man in the alley say a word of apology in a flat manner. Three arrows suddenly appeared in their hands, and as the ending sound dispersed, they shot out with the sound of piercing the air. Under the surprised gazes of several people, the arrows that were approaching at high speed split apart in mid-air, and rushed straight towards them. Immediately afterwards, the people who were originally in the alley appeared in front of them like arrows.

"Zheng——!" The sound of metal colliding came back again, sparks splashed everywhere, and the middle-aged conjurer looked at the young man who appeared in front of him with gloomy eyes. "Simply, hopeless!"

It is not difficult to train a conjurer, but it is very difficult to cultivate an excellent conjurer. Talent, blood, hard work, and chance, the so-called genius will die halfway if you are not careful.

Today, there are only a few superstars of the younger generation, and there are not many of the older generation. Now that the balance of Six Eyes is broken, every loss of talent will make people feel sorry.

Now, a special class has embarked on the wrong path and is deeply sinful, and another young man with excellent talent is also standing on the opposite side of them. The magician does not know how to evaluate it, but no matter how much he pities the talent, once he walks on the path of evil, He will not show mercy either!

The middle-aged conjurer pushed back the young man in front of him, and with his arms down, he clasped them together and quickly switched gestures, shouting loudly.

"Go!"

……

After returning to school, Gojo Satoru went to the infirmary, and when he entered the door, he saw Zenyuan Maki, who was tightly wrapped in bandages on the bed, and Otoko Yuta, who was blaming himself, and the other side, although he was injured, he was fine. Curl thorns in pandas and dogs that have been treated.

Seeing that a few people seemed to be talking, Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, stopped, and looked around. There was a gap in the office room inside the infirmary. His keen five senses caught the sound of typing on the keyboard inside, and he picked it up. Eyebrow, walked over lightly.

"You openly fished during working hours, don't you want this month's bonus?"

Jia Ruozi, who was concentrating on playing the game in the room, was startled by the sudden sound, and made a mistake in the operation of her hand. The character in the game who was challenging the climbing test fell vertically and fell into the bottomless abyss. The hand holding the mouse paused.

"I thought that as a teacher, you should understand the principle of knocking on the door before entering."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to catch the ashtray that was thrown at him, and walked in with a smile. "What's the relationship between us, don't you feel too alienated by knocking on the door?"

"...We have nothing to do with each other." Jia Ruozi was speechless, isn't that the most basic etiquette for a person?Otherwise, why don't you try entering your father's room without knocking?The dog's head will blow up for you, brat.

But thinking about the delicate situation of this person and his family, Jiarui Nizi still didn't say anything. When Gojo Satoru opened his hands exaggeratedly and wanted to say something more, he first picked up the orange on the table and blocked his mouth, and then Then he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Gojo Satoru put the ashtray on the table, took the tangerine in his hand and took a bite, and said, "..."

"Can you peel the skin and eat it anyway?"

"I can't!" Gojo Goku muttered back while eating an orange, and a few black lines slipped down his forehead, and he complained, "Are you a three-year-old? You can't even peel an orange?"

"I've never done that kind of thing." Gojo Satoru said as a matter of course, pulled a chair to one side and sat down, looking at the game interface on the computer of Jiaguo, something seemed to flash past in his eyes, and his mouth uttered something. The bitter orange peel and the sweet pulp are mixed into an indescribably wonderful taste.

"Forget that you are a young master who opens his mouth to eat." Jia Ruozi shook his head speechlessly, turned his chair and sat in front of the table, just grasped the mouse and heard the people around him ask: "Game, is it fun?"

"You'll know if it's fun or not after you've played it yourself." Jiarui Nitzi responded casually, but after reacting, she felt that the tone of his words just now seemed a bit strange, so she turned her head and looked at the lying person sitting not far away. Gojo Satoru on the back of the chair.

The black blindfold, which is used to cover the sight and prevent the endless running, blocks the opponent's eyes, making it impossible for people to explore the emotions inside. The tall young man is hunched over the back of the chair, gnawing on an orange in one hand, looking the same as usual The nonchalant look was the same, Jiarui Nitzi took a second look and then looked away, manipulating the character back to the resurrection point.

"If you have something to say, just tell me, if you have nothing to do, get out, and don't disturb me playing games."

"...You really don't treat me as an outsider." Gojo Satoru grumbled and complained: "Be careful, I'll tell Mr. Ye Moth that you don't even think about your bonus this month."

Jia Ruzizi: "..." Brother, you are almost thirty, not three years old, you are said to be fat and you still have asthma, sue the teacher?Are you a kindergarten student?

Jia Ruozi was so choked that he couldn't speak, his fingers holding the mouse tightened a lot, but in the end he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to play his own game without hearing anything outside the window.

Seeing that she ignored him, Gojo Satoru watched her play the game for a while, swallowed the last bite of the orange, stretched out his hand and pulled a paper towel on the table to wipe off the sticky juice on his hand, and then put it in his pocket After digging around, he took out the mobile phone that Xia Youjie had given him before, and put it on the table.

"When do you ask your ex-netizen to meet, just bring this over there." Jiarui Glass stopped and glanced at the things on the table.

"Mobile phone?" She asked with some doubts, held it in her hand and looked at it twice. It wasn't Gojo Wu, and suddenly said a little speechless: "You guy, have you lost your morals to this point? You also learned to steal Someone else's phone?"

"...I really want to ask what kind of image I am in your heart right now." Gojo Satoru was choked by her words, and shouted for grievances: "Am I that kind of person! Do I need to get that guy's cell phone! What do you want?" I'll take a good look at who this is!"

Jia Ruozi glanced at him, pursed his lips, and clicked on the phone interface with a lack of interest.

The familiar young man on the screen made her raise her eyebrows. The angle of view should have been secretly photographed. The indifferent young man was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stage cutting vegetables inexplicably virtuously. There is a light halo, and no flaws can be found on the side face. The thick eyelashes under the broken hair are slightly drooping, and there is a little golden streamer.

It was a warm and dreamy screensaver. Jia Ruzi took a few glances, put the phone on the table, and sighed a little speechlessly: "Did that guy finally become perverted after all these years?"

Idiot?Such a beautiful photo.

But that guy is really good-looking, mascara, right?The eyelashes are so long.

Jia Ruozi raised his hand to touch his face, then glanced at Gojo Satoru on the opposite side, and couldn't help but click his tongue in his heart.

Why do men look so good-looking nowadays?Attracting bees and attracting butterflies, not subject to husband and virtue, chants.

"Is this the point!" Gojo Satoru pointed at her, yelling in dissatisfaction. "Shouldn't you be asking why that bastard's cell phone is here with me! The ability to grasp the key points is too bad, right Niozi!"

Jia Ruozi glanced at him coolly, then put down his hands, "I'm not that stupid."

"So you came here just to tell me that you slaughtered your old classmate, and then asked me to hand over his relics to his friend? Let him tell him that the person who killed your friend was Gojo Satoru, the strongest magician, Tell him to find a place to huddle and not try to take revenge?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru bent his finger and said in disbelief, "Am I that kind of person?!"

"You are." Jia Ruozi was categorical, without saving any face.

Wujo Gojo was so speechless that he glared at her angrily, but because of the blindfold in front of his eyes, Kazuko didn't receive this anger.

"...Who killed him..." After a while, Gojo Wujo put down his hand embarrassingly when he saw no response from the other party, and muttered while lying on the back of the chair. "I was taken away. That guy's spells are weird, and my hands were burned." As he spoke, he spread his five fingers and complained with one finger pointing at the slightly red place on his index finger.

"The arrow flew over before I even made a move, and I didn't even say hello. It's too much."

For some reason, upon hearing his tone, a sentence that was recently popular on the Internet suddenly popped up in the mind of Jia Ruozi.

Hit you, hit you, do you still have to pick a day?

puff--

She covered her mouth and turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"...Glass." Gojo Satoru's voice sank a little. "I am angry!"

"Hahahahahahahaha." As soon as he spoke, he couldn't help himself, pounding the keyboard and laughing wantonly.

Gojo Satoru: "..." This guy's smile is getting weirder and weirder, did he say anything funny :)

"Ring-ring--"

The phone rang suddenly, Gojo Satoru touched the pocket of his clothes, took out the phone, looked at the grinning Naruto, pursed his lips, put the phone to his ear, and said "Hello" in a loose tone .

"Mr. Wujo, are you still chasing Xia Youjie or have you returned to school?" Assistant Superintendent Yidizhi Gaojie's voice came from the receiver, Jiarui Nizi barely stopped laughing, took a tissue to wipe the corners of his eyes, and Seeing Gojo Goku pull out his ears, he lazily replied: "What?"

"Yes." Yidi Zhi Gao Jie tried to maintain a serious response, and then said: "If you are still on the way of chasing, you can go back to school and rest. Secondary, one of which is close to Grand Cru."

"The higher-ups issued a death order. We must ensure that the death news of the super-cursor Xia Youjie is true. If you meet there, you may be involved."

Gojo Satoru listened to the message from his mobile phone, the relaxed breath on his body gradually subsided, and the smile on Jiarui's face also slowly receded.

"I see." He replied in a low voice, and after hanging up the phone, there was silence in the room. After a while, Gojo Satoru scratched his hair a little irritably, put the phone back in his pocket, and reached out to take the phone on the table. Holding it together, he got up from the chair with his hands in his pockets.

"Forget it, I'll give it myself. You guys stay at school every day. When you hand it over to someone, I don't know what monkey year it will be."

He muttered something and walked out of the room.Jia Ruozi looked at his back, and said before the other party was about to leave the room: "Say hello to Ah Yue and me."

"No~yes~" Wujo Wu responded with a long tone of voice, stood at the door and turned around, and said with a smile on his face, "His netizen is not me, so he has to go by himself."

Jia Ruozi looked at his slack, clicked his tongue, got up from the chair, took the white coat hanging on it, and walked out while getting dressed. "Go by yourself, and I will hang a sign at the door when I turn around."

She walked up to Gojo Satoru, sneered and pushed him away. "Gojo Satoru and his students are forbidden to enter."

"Hey, hey, why are you here again?" Gojo Wu grabbed his hair and followed her out the door, grumbling and complaining: "Why do you always involve those little guys in our grievances? It’s also a teacher, so it’s detrimental to the teacher’s morality, you brat.”

He waved to the students who heard the voice in the ward, and walked out the door of the infirmary behind Si Nizi at home while yelling.

……

【Host! ! 】

The battle in the alley was still going on, and Yayoi Kojiro's pupils shrank suddenly when 030 yelled, she raised her hand vigorously to cut off the silk thread wrapped around her wrist, and then shot it out like an arrow , with murderous intent in his eyes, he changed his gesture of holding the knife in the air, and the sharp blade stabbed straight at the conjurer who ran to Xia Youjie's side and was about to strike while he was restrained.

The sound of the sword piercing the flesh was not obvious, but the people fighting fiercely in the alley stopped in unison.

The young man who fell on the ground pulled out the blade that pierced the conjurer's chest to pin him to the ground, got up from the ground, stepped on the lifeless corpse and slowly raised his head, his face was stained with blood, as if he had just taken The gold that symbolizes holiness is also stained with some ominous blood.

Yayoi Kojiro moved her feet, got down from the corpse, and swung the blade in her hand. When the blood attached to it fell to the ground, the corpse under her feet suddenly started to burn.

A scorching smell gradually spread out in the alley, a disgusting smell.

The conjurers watched the blood-stained young man raise the long knife in his hand and pointed it at the other party where they were. The somewhat hoarse and cold voice spoke again: "Those who cross the line, die."

The occurrence of sacrifice means that the young man in front of him is no longer innocent. At first, the conjurer bit his lip and looked at his companion who was gradually annihilated by the flames with a smile, his eyes were extremely cold.

"What are you waiting for, you don't have to show mercy to the curse master!"

Before he even finished speaking, the spells in everyone's hands were already pointing straight at the young man in the alley.

Yayoi Shindai brandished the sword, interrupting the spells that could be shot down and cut off. If he couldn't avoid it, he let it hit his body, and protected the man sitting in the corner behind him from any harm.

Up to the confrontation just now, except for the conjurer who tried to cross the line and was killed by the young man, although everyone else was injured, it was obvious that the opponent deliberately avoided the fatal point, even though there was no mercy here.

The conjurers who have experienced many battles have naturally discovered this. Their faces are very ugly, and their hearts are a little heavy. Now seeing that he would rather use his body as a shield to protect the people behind him, some people are finally affected. Can't stop shouting: "Where is that kind of guy worth your life to maintain?!"

"Do you know how many people he killed? He is not worth your sacrifice!"

Jindaiya moved his eyes, looking at their regretful eyes, he felt inexplicably funny.These conjurers, one by one, have something wrong with them.

Unnecessary sympathy for the enemy?Do you think you didn't die early enough?

I don't understand the garbage planning of this game at all. If the game is too realistic, not many people will play it.

He sighed in his heart, swung his sword, and drew a second mark on the ground with his backhand. Immediately afterwards, the sparks scattered in the air shot up as if gasoline had been poured on them, forming a wall of fire behind him.

He took a step forward, turned his back to the flames, and raised his arms. The flame attached to the tip of the knife was in full swing, and the blood overflowing from the wound dripped on the ground, instantly scalding a small wound on the ground like extremely hot magma. Potholes, the sizzle sound is very obvious.

"If you want to take him away, you can. Kill me first." He raised his head slightly, and his golden eyes, which were stained a little orange by the flames, quietly looked at the few people opposite.

"Cross the line, die."

The dark alley became extremely bright because of the fire, and the hot temperature in the cramped environment became more and more unbearable.

The conjurers discovered the abnormality of the blood. Even if such high temperature is due to the spell, it is not unimaginable what kind of torture they will experience when it circulates in the body.

The middle-aged conjurer took a deep look at the young man who was manipulating the flames under his eyes, which was almost as hot as the scorching heat, and said in a deep voice: "The operation is cancelled."

"But...!" He raised his hand to block the speech of the person beside him, and turned around first. "I'm not interested in taking a bath in the volcano. If you don't want to part with those bonuses, you can continue."

"Don't worry that no one will collect the corpses for you. I guess there won't be anything left behind." Before he finished speaking, his figure had gradually faded away. The young people in front looked at each other and put away their spells one after another.

One of the conjurers turned around, regained their hippie smile, put their hands on the back of their head and muttered, "It looks like a block of ice, but it's actually a fire player. It's really boring."

"I still like Ice Cube Beauty. I can't afford to be too enthusiastic about this kind of beauty. Let's go." Maybe I will play with firecrackers, forget it.

He waved his hand, and jumped off the wall in a foolish way.

Several other people followed in his footsteps and left one after another.

As for revenge for his companions?There are too many people sacrificed every day. If everyone wants revenge, I don’t know when they will report. They don’t have so much leisure time to fight with their own kind. Wouldn’t it be good if they had the time to kill more curse spirits?

After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, Yayoi Komdai breathed a sigh of relief, put away the spell in her hand, and the flame that was burning fiercely gradually weakened as if it had no nourishment.

He looked back at the wall of fire that hadn't dissipated behind his eyes, walked slowly to the opposite wall, and sat down slowly against the wall. Because of the high temperature, even the wall was a little hot, but compared to his current body The temperature makes people feel cool and comfortable.

Yayoi Komdai sighed, bent her knees and put her arms up, looked at the dry blood on the man's face and the recovered arm, raised her hand and yawned wearily.

[030, how long is there? 】

[It will be ready soon ~ Host, you are awesome! 】030 praised with all her strength, Yayoi Komdai's brutal performance just now scared her into a daze, restrained her small thoughts, and did not dare to be presumptuous any more.

If the host gets angry one day, it is estimated that it will really be set on fire, it is terrible! !

【Um. 】Yayoi Kojiro responded perfunctorily. The pain in his chest and lungs caused him to tighten his eyebrows when he breathed, and then stretched out. Looking at the favorability level on the panel, he curled his lips.

He didn't rise at all when he was asked to rise, and he had to wait until he was about to die before he rose rapidly. I don't know what the hell he was thinking.

Not interesting.

Yayoi Kojiro leaned her head against the wall, looked at the cloudless blue sky above, and slowly closed her eyes.

……

Xia Youjie felt as if he had a dream. In the dream, he and the young man were lying on the turf, quietly watching the birds flying by from time to time in the sky and the slowly moving white clouds.

"Ah Yue." He looked at the young man with his eyes closed, couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the other's slender eyelashes, and when the young man opened his eyes and looked over with displeasure, he smiled and spoke. "Fell asleep?"

He leaned over, wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, rubbed the tip of his nose, looked into those bright and shining golden eyes, and spoke almost like a whisper. "We will always be together, me and you, and Nanako and Mimiko, we will always be together."

"We are each other's most important family."

"You won't leave me, will you?"

"Ah Yue."

The dazzling red light and the scorching heat pulled him out of the dream, Xia Youjie closed his eyes reflexively, frowned, and opened them with difficulty.

The sparks flying in the dimness are like fireflies dancing on a midsummer night, illuminating the obscure darkness, floating in a somewhat dreamy way, the moment when light and shadow intersect each other, rendering the already dazzling face of the young man even more ethereal.

"Ah... Yue...?"

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng had a very handsome day today!

Brother Jie is still a bit short here, should the next chapter be...?

-

Well, let’s count on adding more,

The pc has a total of 12 entries, but one is repeated, so pass, a total of [-] entries, today is still a long comment plus update, still five?Um?It seems that something is not right, didn't I also add a change yesterday? (Suddenly dumbfounded)

The landmine is approaching, and the nutrient solution is only halfway there... (falling into silence) I...will never lose my debt...?

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Dirk cat;