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"Huihui! Refill the Coke! Get me some popcorn!"

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and raised his empty cup high. His expression and tone were triumphant, just like the arrogance of a landlord who was about to be overthrown. Hearing this, the face of the boy standing beside him turned black, and he suddenly wanted to put his hands on his hands. The Coke splashed on Gojo Satoru's face.

But he still took a deep breath to suppress his explosive temper—according to his previous experience, even if he splashed it on Gojo Satoru, he would still be laughed at.

"Here." The cub nicknamed Huihui by Wujo Wu filled Wujo Wu's cup with Coke, and stuffed a bucket full of popcorn into Wujo Wu's arms.

"Okay, Wujou is about the same as you." Xia Youjie pressed the white-haired big cat who wanted to let the cub serve tea, pour water, rub his stomach and comb his fur. Heihui and Gojo Wujo spent one billion yen from the Buddhist monastery. Fu Heihui, the future labor force bought from the family, said with Yan Yuese: "Mr. Hui, go to the side and rest, it will probably be very late today, if you are sleepy, go to sleep in the tent, don't worry about it."

Gojo Wu struggled under Xia Youjie's hands and said, "I bought Hui!"

In response, Xia Youjie gently stuffed him with a mouthful of popcorn, "Is this a good thing?"

Trafficking in human beings is [-]% illegal and criminal, let alone coercion and lure to buy and sell by force. If this matter gets out, Wu Tiao Wu will be put in the police station for a few days, and the fine will be paid to the government for nothing.

Gojo Wujo chewed the popcorn in his mouth, and said vaguely: "But this is the most convenient."

If it weren't for his excellent memory, remember that Fuheisher also has a son, Fuheihui. After investigation, he actually awakened the ancestral spells of the Zen Academy at a young age. He is a good seedling, and as witty as he is fast and decisive enough to catch the cub before it is really taken away by the Chanyuan family. Otherwise, if you want to get Fu Heihui, you will not be able to do it with a little money thing.

Fortunately, the guy in the Chanyuan family who handled this matter is a complete fool, and the prejudice against Fuheisher's heaven and curse spread to his son, although because of the rare talent of the ten shadow spells, Fuhehui still treats him. He paid attention to it, but Gotiao Wu only threatened and spent some money, and then casually induced the guy's thinking, and easily let the other party go back and persuade the Zenyuan family to give up Fu Heihui.

Oh, the ten kinds of shadow spells and so on are just Fu Heisher's one-sided remarks to the Zenyuan family. What kind of spells do Heaven and Spells know? Another job of the Zenyuan family sent to receive Fu Heihui is to inspect the goods, so He just had to go back and report that Fu Heisher was lying, and Wutiao Wutiao came forward and had an old grudge with Fu Heisher, and his willingness to pay for the buyout had already given enough face to the Chanyuan family, and naturally the Zenyuan family would not care about Fu Heisher. Hei Hui is dead or alive in Wujo Wu's hands.

Fu Heihui originally thought that he would not get any benefit from falling into Wujo Wu's hands. After all, the old bastard uncle who kidnapped him from his home and then threw him to Wujo Wu said: "If you want to resent, then resent When the father you gave birth to is suffering until he is about to die, then go and curse the sins he has committed." - This kind of words means that his father has a bloody feud with Wujou, and Wujou wants to vent his anger on himself.

As a result, as soon as he changed hands and turned his head, he was thrown back to Fuhei's house by Wutiaowu, who was impatient with raising children. The young master who was not short of money randomly took a card from his wallet and threw it to him, saying it was living expenses, and then asked him to pay for it every week. Report on time to the old school building behind the school.

If you really want to talk about torture...

Probably forced him to study and decided on his future employment direction without authorization.

Then, from time to time in the middle of the night, they climbed the window to snatch him from the bed, took him to strange places and forced him to watch some bloody scenes that were not suitable for children.

Of course, don’t think that Xia Youjie, who seems to be very concerned about him, is a good person. The first time Fu Heihui fainted from the curse was Xia Youjie’s masterpiece. Xia Youjie won’t take extra care during the mission. The cub's fragile mind can't use whichever spell is easy to use, and the scene where the crooked spell fills the room is really san.

Fu Heihui tried hard to hold on at the beginning, but the spell that was to be removed that time had a good ability, so Xia Youjie ate it in one bite, and the scene of throwing it into his mouth like eating a piece of candy made Fu Hei Hui went back and had a nightmare all night. From then on, looking at Xia Youjie was like watching a big devil who can eat children.

It is precisely because of this that Fu Heihui looked at Erye Tingming and Rimbaud with guarded eyes. Even though these two have outstanding appearance and temperament, they look much better than the big stars on TV, Erye Tingming is still gentle He patted his head and took out candy for him to eat. In Fu Heihui's eyes, the two of them also had a devil filter with black air, and they were always vigilant that they would tear off the human skin to reveal the real body of the devil. He grabbed it and ate it.

But as far as Xia Youjie is concerned, more than 80.00% of Fu Heihui's vigilance and misunderstanding of them are Gojo Wu's fault.

"Hey——" Gojo Wu turned a blind eye to Xia Youjie's condemning eyes, and said confidently, "I'm doing this for Hui Huihao, he is the man who will carry the future of the magic world!"

After spending a long time in the supernatural secret service department and the monster affairs department with overflowing social and animal components, and after being taught by the second generation of the Nuliang carp family, Gojo Satoru had already planned for himself to grow up by turning rotten oranges. The successor retired early and had a happy future with his partners all over the world. He didn't want to dedicate his limited youth to the infinite magic spirits. It sounds super miserable to be in his seventies and eighty and still doing missions.

The goal is to do four days off, three days to nine to five, and an honorable retirement at the age of 30!

Gojo Satoru shouted his small goals in his heart, patted Fu Heihui on the shoulder and said earnestly (flickering): "Huihui, you are still young, and when you grow up, you will know how important a stable job is. I This is a good thing that you can become a civil servant without taking an exam, the salary is high, the benefits are good, and the promotion is fast, and the newly recruited assistants are all graduates from Dongda University.”

Fu Heihui was held down by him and couldn't break free, and could only turn his head away to ignore him when he blushed, but Wu Tiaowu forcibly turned his face away to face the forest that was gradually lighting up on the other side, and cleared his throat. He educated him with a serious face: "It's fine if you don't read the others, but you must take a good look at this one."

Because it was too serious, it seemed that Gojo Satoru was talking nonsense and joking again.

Xia Youjie also patted Fu Heihui on the head. He knew that no matter how precocious this cub was in primary school, he would not be able to understand what they were talking about, but he still smiled and said, "Hui, the old era is over."

For a while, Xia Youjie didn't know how much excitement and how much sadness in his tone.

It's like the magic world, which has been barely maintaining the last beautiful filter in his eyes, was finally torn off all the fig leaf, so that he could not avoid seeing the dirty, dirty, bones below. Like a mountain.

Fu Heihui was still young, sometimes seeing the curse spirit was blurry, so naturally he didn't feel anything when he looked at the flame not far away.But they could see something distorted in the light of the flames. That thing could no longer be described as a curse spirit, but had become something more distorted, dirtier and deeper, like a muddy swamp.

The flames were blazing, and piercing screams and wails sounded from the rising black smoke, so sharp that it gave them headaches, tinnitus and buzzing in their heads, and the rhythm of light and beating was very similar to what Gojo Satoru had seen inside. Curved and twisted, pierced into the head like a needle, the curse full of malice made the whole body chill.

However, the flames clearly showed the radiance of liberation, like the undead who finally crawled out from the deepest part of hell, desperately climbing up the direction of the black smoke, and the mud and blood all over his body fell into the fire and burned to death , only the most essential thing of the soul is left, climbing the light and smoke, and going to the place where the undead should go.

Of course, there are occasional filthier and more distorted things that come out of the flames, staggering like sinners burned by the flames of hell, and screaming inhumanly.

Gojo Satoru didn't know who it was, his eyes just flicked across the walking corpse-like thing, he didn't want to know who it was, and he didn't want to know what happened to those high-spirited rotten oranges in the room before they died. What.

After all, the oranges are rotten like this, no matter how clear and holy the power is to hammer and squeeze the juice, they can only squeeze out a cup full of foul-smelling, disgusting and disgusting liquid.

Under the joint action of Ji Guoyuan and Zaomen Tanjuro, this battle is not entertaining. Although Gojo Satoru needs to work hard, his vision will not be blocked by walls or barriers, but because he knows the two Huang Quan The strength of the jailer, and his knowledge of the fighting power of the rotten oranges, made him feel that the fighting scenes he imagined would be more exciting.

There is no way, not to mention anything else, just the filth and filth from the underworld that Ji Guoyuanyi and Zaomen Tanjuro entangled are enough to cause headaches for conjurers. The two of them can be said to be the highest level of conjuration. The ultimate enhanced version of Ling is still the most unreasonable melee output system in fighting. It clears up those in the house just like cutting melons and vegetables all the way to level A. If Ji Guoyuan wants to play a cool big move, he may find it. No chance.

For the sake of safety, Zaomen Tanjuro chose the viewing place for Gojo Satoru and the others, and they couldn't see any details. They could only see that people entered the house and burned it, people ran out and the house collapsed. Xia Youjie thought about the follow-up operation with great interest, and pointed out that Fu Heihui's basic spells were not boring, but Erye Tingming regretted running with them in less than 5 minutes. a trip.

None of this group of guys can produce delicious food, and conjurers are not within the scope of his food reserves, so does the death of the conjurer world have anything to do with him? What does he do when he has this time? Well, why was Gojo Satoru running over as soon as he was fooled.

Erye Tingming was too remorseful, Lan Bo thoughtfully stuffed him with a bucket of popcorn as comfort, and said with a smile: "Speaking of it, it feels like I was on a mission before."

When he drives the tool men in the coloring book to work, he just stays outside drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the scenery while waiting to finish work. At that time, it is often in such a dark and windy grove, smoking a pipe and drinking The coffee is refreshing, and sometimes he will write two diaries when he is in a good mood, thinking that he will have to catch up on sleep until noon when he goes back today, and even if the world is peaceful tomorrow, he will not be disturbed to catch up on sleep.

——Usually Verlaine would drag him out of bed at ten o'clock at the latest the next day, euphemistically claiming that a routine of work and rest is conducive to good health.

Rimbaud said that Verlaine was a bad guy who couldn't see him sleeping soundly because of the quality of his sleep.

Thinking of this, Rimbaud muttered to Erye Tingming another bad word about Verlaine, and Erye Tingming huh, huh, ah ah, dealt with Rimbaud's thoughts, and regretted that he had nothing to do this trip.

How nice it is to have this time to stay at home. The cubs post and read bedtime stories so healing and beautiful. Maybe there is a chance to inspire Ozaki Koyo’s interest in literature, which is a representative of the opening of an era of its own. The same body of a literary hero, with a little cultivation, it will become a delicious, sweet and tender seedling.

Or go to a dream to see if there are any hardworking beets of the transcendents that bear fruit. Wilde’s creative mood is high during this period. Erye Tingming passed by several times and saw him writing something seriously. The delicious taste made him drool.

There are so many things he can do, why does he have to accompany Gojo Satoru in the middle of the night to watch the scene of murder and arson, and also to see Master Tianyuan's more abstract body, which was cut off by Ji Guoyuan, a bloody mess Whether it is carried in the hand or placed on the ground, it is very unsightly, and it is suitable to be immediately thrown into the hazardous waste dump for landfill treatment.

"So why do you have to take it out after death?" Erye Tingming said with disgust, and honestly looked at the corpse in Ji Guoyuan's hand several times.

It is not easy for humans to grow up like this.

It's weird...

Take another look.

Ji Guoyuan looked down at the corpse he was carrying in his hand, then threw it aside, and replied hesitantly, "...by the way?"

When the house collapsed, Master Tianyuan was right next to him, and he didn't notice, so he picked him up and picked him up. He thought he was carrying a partner, but he didn't feel right when he came out. I picked the wrong person.

Ji Guoyuan was a little dazed.

What was brought out was Tian Yuan's body, so what about my partner?

Ji Guoyuan looked around, the question mark on his head was so big that it was about to materialize.

Where did my big and good partner go?

——Answer: Chasing the prisoner too fast, I realized that Ji Guoyuan hadn't followed.

Zaomen Tanjuro wiped the brain he had caught and wrapped it with the hem of his clothes, ready to go back and show Ji Guoyuan a new trick.

"Be quiet." Zaomen Tanjuro used the handle of the ax to hit the brains that were still struggling in the hem of his clothes, half threatening and half soothing, "You are obedient, and I will find you a good place to go."

Brains are not rare, there are everywhere in hell, and there are special brain hells, but this lively brain with a mouth is a rare thing.

Well, Lord Ghost Lantern will like it.