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When he saw Gogol, Osamu Dazai immediately let go of Gojo Satoru's hand.

But was caught again immediately.

It was expected that Gogol would shoot, but his action was really fast, so fast that the two of them had no time to communicate.

Osamu Dazai watched Gojo Satoru confidently pull him back, and stretched out his hand to block the gun.

The blood splashed on the face was warm.

The blood that belongs to the strongest is no different from the blood of ordinary humans.

Osamu Dazai has seen a lot of this kind of blood, the enemy's, his own, and his own. Even in the face of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he can keep his expression unchanged and laugh at the rumors.

But at this moment, he felt full of anger and cold heart.

"Why are you dragging me?" He questioned Wujo Wu.

Having not been injured for a long time, the pain was a bit unbearable. Wujo Satoru, who thought he could hear worry and comfort, was also very angry: "Why can't I pull you? Watch you let go of me and die?"

Osamu Dazai felt that he was unreasonable: "If I don't let go of my hand, what are you going to use to unlock the infinite?"

Gojo Satoru felt very wronged: "How do I know that I can't drive Unlimited with you?"

Osamu Dazai: "...you don't know."

He was a little silent, watching Gojo Satoru's bleeding hand and didn't speak.

Osamu Dazai always thought that Gojo Satoru had an unusually high interest in him because of his special abilities.

He always habitually finds various reasons for people who like him and care about him. Women like him because he looks good, children like him because he looks gentle, and subordinates respect him because he has no plans... In short, they are not too special, and other people can also achieve the advantages.

And a lot of it was just a faux pas, the real one was abysmal, and no one would like it.

Whenever he thinks of these things, he can continue to escape with peace of mind.

Although he had known Gojo Satoru for nearly half a year, Gojo Satoru liked him too much and took this joke-like relationship too seriously.

He was quietly uncomfortable, but since he had brought it up first, it wouldn't be good to end it without permission (and he fully expected that someone would make a fuss and not take his words seriously).

Osamu Dazai felt that he was also very wronged and said, "How did you find out?"

Gojo Satoru: "Why should I open Infinity to you? What if you want to hold my hand and give me a kiss?"

Although Dazai never did this, but what if.

His infinity has gradually become a passive form since he comprehended the reversal technique, and it can be turned on even when sleeping.

But in the final analysis, the use of spells depends on the calculation of the brain.The distinction between humans and humans is again weak (as opposed to bladed bullets and the like).

He is still figuring out how to turn off this algorithm for individual people, so he simply turned it off when he was with Osamu Dazai.

When we were together before, he didn't encounter a situation where he needed to fight. How did he know that Osamu Dazai's ability would make the person who was touched unable to use spells?

Osamu Dazai after listening to the explanation: "..."

It would be better not to explain, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Averting his eyes from the man he didn't know how to face, Osamu Dazai saw Atsushi Nakajima and Gogol fighting during their quarrel.

The young Pang Da was waving his fists and giving technical guidance.

However, the battle situation was not good, and the situation was very unfavorable for Atsushi Nakajima, who lost his collar and began to restrain himself.

Osamu Dazai was about to say something when Gojo Satoru held his face and turned him back to look at him.

Gojo Satoru shook the pierced and bleeding hand in front of him, and splashed two more drops of blood on his face, even staining the bandage over his eye.

He plausibly said: "It hurts me to block the gun for you, hurry up and say you love me."

Osamu Dazai: "You can chop off unwanted hands."

He just stood there and let Gogol hit him, preventing the other party from becoming a master of strokes, and he looked down on greeting cards.

Dazai took out a roll of fresh bandages cursingly from the inner pocket of his clothes, intending to stop the bleeding of this guy first, and then go back to find someone to treat.

His expression was very cold, as if he was going to shoot someone himself at any time, but his hand movements were very careful. In order to prevent Gogol from taking time to shoot Gojo Satoru again, he was careful not to touch Gojo Enlightenment.

Then I bandaged it, and found that the wound had healed, and the newly grown skin and flesh had no color difference, just as if there was no injury.

He stopped and looked up at Gojo Satoru.

"This is called a reversal technique, even if the brain is pierced, it can be restored~"

Wuwu Wu's sharp canine teeth were shining brightly, he smiled happily, and his tone was very complacent.

"There are not many people in the magic world who know it. How about it, am I super powerful?"

Osamu Dazai pulled off the half-wrapped bandage and hit him on the face, coldly deciding that he would never sympathize with Gojo Satoru if he sympathized with dogs.

This brain really seems to have been broken.

Someone who didn't understand why his anger value suddenly rose again took this as a shy(?) expression, and thoughtfully(?) said: "I'm worried that I have something to say, please praise me more, tell me more Two good words and no one will laugh at you."

There is no logical relationship between the front and the back, and someone who is not good at hinting strongly expresses it.

Osamu Dazai: "...Oh."

Go dream yourself.

After their new round of conflict is over, Atsushi Nakajima will also end.

The boy pinched his throat vigorously with his hands, his expression was painful, his brows were furrowed, as if he was forcibly suppressing something.

Gogol encouraged him: "Give me another show, it's the big tiger!"

The second after he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru pushed his head to the floor.

There was a crackling sound from the bones and the floor.

Gojo Satoru: "Why don't you perform a big mouse transformation for others?"

Gogol's brain was buzzing, and there was no doubt that he had a concussion, but his excellent fighting skills allowed him to immediately transfer his body to space.

He looked at Gojo Satoru curiously and said, "Is your ability also space-related?"

"It's the universe."

The young man who said this plainly moved his newly recovered hand, and focused his expression on this rare and strong man.

The clear blue eyes lack human emotion, like a god staring at the world indifferently.

Anyone who is stared at by such eyes will feel a completely seen through, irresistible threat of imminent death.

Gogol's eyes widened in a daze, and he burst out laughing suddenly: "This is really—awesome!"

Goethe was walking in the streets of Yokohama, trying to meet a beautiful kitten.

When passing by a certain mother and child, I suddenly heard their conversation.

Child: "Mom, there is a big fish in the sky!"

Mom: "That's a whale, a spaceship in the shape of a white whale."

Goethe thought it was Dazai and the others turning off the cloaking device to attract the attention of the port mafia, so he didn't look up at the sky, and was about to turn to another street.

However, he immediately heard the child say: "That big fish is smoking, is someone roasting the fish in the sky to burn it?"

Mom said uncertainly: "Yes, maybe, hey, don't you want to eat ice cream? Mom will take you to buy ice cream."

Then he pulled the child away from the direction he came from.

Goethe, who turned around and looked at the smoking white whale, was in a daze. Even being bitten by a beautiful three-colored cat could not relieve his sadness.

This isn't real fish, why grill it, it's not edible.Will his performance tomorrow really start and end smoothly?

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Natsume Soseki, who turned into a human form while he was running outside, poked his waist with his cane: "Mr. Goethe, are you looking for me?"

"Ah... yes." Goethe withdrew his gaze in a daze, and politely saluted Natsume Soseki, "I've heard your name for a long time, Mr. Natsume."

Most of the famous supernatural beings are famous for the destruction they caused or the war victories they won, or some of them, like Andersen, are known for their excellent auxiliary functions.

Natsume Soseki is because of his proposals and advocacy for post-war peace.He has made great contributions to the peace and stability of Japan and the world.

Although there is no influence behind him, his students are active in the political circles of various countries, both black and white, and they all respect him very much.His connections are ridiculously wide, and he has a lot of energy in military and political affairs.

Although Goethe also has a wide network of contacts, he will not ask his friends when this kind of position is involved, so it is better to ask for help in his personal capacity.

Natsume Soseki nodded back: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Goethe: "I hope you can contact the authorities and send some policemen to the performance site tomorrow to maintain law and order. It's better to be strong, the kind that can calm down the venue."

Natsume Soseki was silent, and it took him a while to regain his thoughts. He asked, "If you can't hold it back, I'm afraid few people can do it."

"No, no, no." Goethe waved his hands in pain, "I won't take the initiative to attack my friends, but... anyway... anyway, I really hope that someone can take care of them."

Fight out and fight, don't mess with other people's things!

Can the family have money to compensate for it?

Even if it's great, can you consider other people's fragile hearts and urgent time?

Natsume Soseki didn't expect that there would be someone who could make this guy who couldn't say anything feel so hard to say. He was silent for a while, and accepted the commission: "Okay."

"This is really great." Feeling alive again, Goethe held his hand and shook it vigorously, "You are really a good person."

Mr. Natsume: "Haha."

There is no need for a good person card. When you come next time, please bring the exact time and purpose to say hello and thank you in advance.

It is not spoken because the person will not listen.

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Wujo Satoru, who was tearing down other people's big fish, had a great time fighting.

People always make the fastest progress when they are fighting against things that are similar to or incompatible with them.

Gogol's ability can also achieve teleportation and healing, and he used his ability to the extreme. Both in reaction speed and skill, he surpassed Wujo Satoru, so he made up for the lack of skill strength.

Wujo Satoru discovered his own shortcomings from the battle, and then grew up at an alarming rate.

Gogol, who could only seal his injury for simple recovery, but could not heal completely like him, finally chose to run away.

He used the imprint on the ticket to replace himself with an innocent child.

The innocent child was less than five legs long, wore a blue suit, white shirt, and red tie, and wore glasses at a young age. His eyes were very sharp, and the police had to arrest them all on the spot.