Story of a pixel village next to the mantra

Gojo Satoru was awakened by the pain, his whole body ached.The back of the head had a dull pain like being hit by a stone. The blood from the wound on the shoulder stopped, but the pain returned and I gritted my teeth so hard that I didn’t let out a sound. The wound on my chest got worse after being dragged and rubbed, burning hot The feeling made the body tremble.Compared with the body, although there is no pain on the face, the blood left on the forehead is a bit blocking the line of sight.

Heh, he was not killed, not even the six eyes were poached.Is the other party overconfident or planning something.

Gojo Satoru was fixed on a wooden chair at the moment, and the rope tied was the weapon used by the Curser in battle.This weapon probably has the effect of disrupting the spell and affecting the spell power. Now I can't use any skills, and my physical strength is not enough.Gojo Satoru tried to struggle a bit, but the rope didn't move at all, and he swayed back and forth with the chair instead.Damn rocking chair.

The brain regained its ability to think, and Gojo Satoru began to observe the surrounding situation with his six eyes.

There was a small square table in front of him, with himself on one side, and a rocking chair on the other three sides, on which sat a braided doll as uncomfortable as the roof of the car.The doll directly opposite was staring at him, and the dolls on the left and right were facing the table, but turned their heads 90 degrees to stare at him.Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that those strange wool felts poked by Teacher Noctua were extremely cute, and he must praise the teacher's aesthetics when he went back.

The car curse tool stopped behind Gojo Satoru, and the curse master didn't know what he was doing in the car, making all kinds of strange noises.Among them, the sound of "Zizi—" made Gojo Satoru think he was hallucinating. This sound was very familiar, and he could never hear it wrong. It was the sound of an ice cream machine making ice cream.

Wujo Wu's bad premonition came true, and the curse master walked straight to his side after leaving the carriage, and then held up a blood-soaked ice cream cone in front of him.

In normal times, Gojo Gojo could solve one ice cream in two or three bites, and said that it was too weak to come back with five more.At this time, Gojo Satoru silently turned his face to the other side, like a cat that only needs to be fed medicine, expressing resistance all over his body.