Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Gojo Satoru became more determined to kill Zhenren.

Seeing this, Maqima said, "I didn't see anything."

The real person who was trampled under his feet: "How could it be possible that you clearly...!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked hard by the self-deceiving Gojo Goto: "Haha, that's how it is, that's great."

After a strange silence, it was Junpei Yoshino who was hiding in the shadows who broke the silence: "You are... conjurers, and Mr. Masato... are enemies."

The black-haired boy's voice trembled, obviously after being extremely frightened, and he clearly knew that the real person wanted to attack him just now, but he was still willing to protect the curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru looked down and kicked the real person on the head: "What did you instill in the male high school students? Brainwashing??"

"Shunpei, I'm glad you're still thinking about me, but I know that Junpei is actually more capable, you might be able to defeat the magician..." Makoto couldn't finish his sentence, and was disfigured by Gojo Satoru .

The white-haired man picked his ears impatiently, and said casually: "It's really long-winded. You can still continue to brainwash when you are about to die. Are you a professional MLM leader?"

"Junpei, I will affirm everything about you..."

"You should stop talking."

After another period of silence, Yoshino Junpei, who kept his head down, finally raised his eyes slowly, and raised his right hand: "Yodotsuki, save Masato-san! "

Gojo Gojo's pupils narrowed slightly, and he whistled: "Oh, it's actually a magician, and it should take a long time to subdue this shikigami. Is it the credit of this curse spirit?"

He didn't think that Yoshino Junpei, a layman who had just come into contact with the curse, could subdue the shikigami of jellyfish so quickly and smoothly.

The huge light blue jellyfish swooped down on Gojo Satoru, and its freely stretched tentacles seemed to grab his wrists and ankles, but Yoshino Junpei realized after a few seconds that "Yodotsuki" hadn't touched him at all.

The white-haired man threw away the jellyfish calmly, and held his chin and muttered to himself: "Hmm... is this shikigami poison?"

Yoshino Junpei's body froze, and this person threw away "Yodotsuki" as if nothing had happened. Although he couldn't touch it, the jellyfish's stickiness is not a cover, so it should not be so easy to break free.

"Actually, I'm thinking, young man, you are so talented to be with this guy every day. Do you want to be a magician?"

"Curse, conjurer?"

Is this person really serious?They are clearly on the opposite side, why wouldn't they recruit the enemy at this time? ?

Gojo Satoru suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his index finger and said, "Ah, you don't think 'how could this person recruit the enemy'?"

Yoshino Junpei: ...Guess, guessed right.

"Could I have guessed it right?" Gojo Satoru continued, "But why is it the enemy's premise? Didn't you see that the curse spirit wanted to attack you just now? That trick was the one that appeared in the cinema a few days ago, didn't you Do you know?"

Gojo Satoru's voice was still very calm, without any sense of persecution at all, as if he was just curious about his thoughts.

Yoshino Junpei was stunned.

He knew it, he knew that the real person wanted to kill him.

But once Mr. Zhenren doesn't need him anymore, he is still that meaningless person. Mr. Zhenren accepts all of him and gives him the strength to fight.

Humans have no heart.

He was saved by the words of a real person.

I was almost killed by this sentence.

He didn't know what to do now, but Mr. Zhenren really wanted to kill him just now, as if he was nothing to Zhenren.

"You have also found out, to this curse spirit, nothing is important, your cherishment is just a way for him to deceive people, this guy is an expert in brainwashing."

Yoshino Junpei didn't want to hear anything.

The real person's betrayal was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It clearly gave him hope, but it also gave him greater hope.

Machima on the side glanced at Junpei Yoshino, then looked away, and turned around Gojo Satoru and the real person at his feet again.She wants to dominate the real person, but because of Gojo Satoru, she can't do it yet.

Gojo Satoru's upper limit of strength is unknown. Before dominating him, at least avoid confrontation. He is different from anyone she has ever met. He is not the type who will wag his tail by waving at him. Instead, he will become more vicious when he gets close.

Like a cat, it knows that there are sharp barbs on its tongue, but it still licks her with its tongue, disobedient to its master, and not well-behaved.

So, he is not suitable to be a dog.

After a while, Gojo Satoru spread his hands again: "Well, although I will kill the boy whether you accept it or not, it doesn't matter."

No one responded, only the sound of the real person under Wutiao Wu's feet constantly wriggling flesh.

"Junpei, can't we talk about movies anymore?"

Yoshino Junpei raised his head suddenly, it was Machima.

The woman was wearing a white shirt, but she still looked spotless after a fight. It is hard for Yoshino Junpei to imagine the power of Machima. People like her obviously don't need to fight...

Yoshino Junpei woke up, he was frightened by his own thoughts, how could he subconsciously feel this way?Is it because her appearance is too deceiving?

After a brainstorm, the boy actually forgot to answer her question for a moment.

Yoshino Junpei was a little speechless: "Ah, this..."

Maqima frowned slightly, and shook her head: "If Shunpei doesn't want to, then forget it."

"I didn't want to!"

After blurting out, Yoshino Junpei covered his mouth in panic.

The real person moved his body: "Tsk, Shunping don't be deceived again, that woman is not a good person, she is probably better at deceiving people than me."

Yoshino Junpei: "Huh?!"

Gojo Satoru: "Has anyone ever told you that you are annoying?"

The real person stopped responding, and quickly turned into a puddle of water. Gojo Satoru stepped on the ground and watched him gradually transform from a lump of clay-like flesh into a child.

"Ah, it took a long time to restore the mana, although it has not been fully recovered, thank you Junpei for buying me time."

The real person who finally regained his human form did not continue to kill. The gray-blue-haired child was naked and ran out quickly. Gojo Wu had a few veins on his forehead: "Don't try to run!"

I'm sure, this curse spirit is an exhibitionist, and he will definitely cause traffic jams no matter how he jumps out!

Wujo Wutiao opened his legs and started chasing after him. Before he could run a few steps, he was suddenly surrounded by branches and vines that were obviously not growing normally. He broke through the plants twice, only to find that the curse spirit had already run away.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head seemingly laxly, but his blue eyes under the sunglasses were much sharper than his expression: "Ah, it turned out to be a rescuer."

Maqima remembered that when she was fighting Leuhu, the curse spirit who came to the rescue at the end was also manipulating plants, probably the same one, so it also showed that the real person and Leuhu were accomplices, and her guess was correct.

But will there be feelings between the curse spirits?

At the end of the mission, the spell-casting spirit escaped successfully. After the aftermath, Gojo Satoru crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Maqima didn't take the task or the assessment seriously at all, it seemed as if the guy who could be killed was let go by her, and she didn't use her strength at all, right?Or do you mean you don't want him to see it? ?

These inexplicable things made Gojo Satoru annoyed for a while, he scratched his white hair irritably, then raised his hand, and pointed his index finger straight at the woman with orange-pink hair.

He said loudly: "In short, because the curse spirit has not been exorcised, the mission failed, Maqima, you will be a fourth-level conjurer!"

Macchima: ...?