Dog rolls affect my wall climbing speed

Yukie Chijo hung up the phone, sorted out Osamu Dazai's words in her head, and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the phone with her fingertips.

The dog Curlythorn sat by the bed, quietly waiting for her to speak.

Qiancheng Xuehui sorted out the existing information silently. Juan Suo said that she had found a suitable container, but she did not expect that this container would directly lock the few human special grades.

Seeing the expression on her face becoming more and more serious, Gou Juanji asked worriedly, "Kelp?"

Qiancheng Xuehui shook her head: "It's a very serious matter, I can't confirm the authenticity, but I don't want to keep it from you."

Qiancheng Xue'e gave a general description of the incident in concise language, and mentioned the reason for the relapse of her haemorrhagic disease very euphemistically.

Gou Juanji began to frown halfway through hearing it, his gaze became condemning, Qiancheng Xue'e's voice became smaller and smaller, terribly afraid that he would be troubled by his more outrageous behavior.

But if this matter is kept in his heart, Gou Juanji will find out soon - after all, he can accurately capture Qiancheng Xue'e's emotional changes.

You must know how serious it is in the eyes of those high-level curse masters to catch a special curse master and let him go without notification.

Qian Chengxue's tangled fingers were all entangled, she pursed her lips and took a deep breath: "How about I turn myself in? Maybe Xia Youjie hasn't run away yet."

Dog curly spine: "Wooden fish flower."

There is a way for conjurers to use a large amount of magic power to achieve instant transfer. Xia Youjie may not be in the conjuration college now-although it is only ten centimeters.

Qiancheng Xuehui shook the dog's arm: "I know I was wrong."

Acknowledge your mistakes with sincerity.

When the spell master was looking for Qiancheng Xue'e, he didn't wear clothes with a high neckline like usual. His face was completely exposed to the air, and his slender eyelashes concealed the thoughts in his eyes.

Qiancheng Xue'e eagerly waited for him to reply to her string of words.

"No matter what you do, I will stand by your side....But before considering the safety of the majority," Gou Juanji sighed softly. She knew very well what kind of dedication personality she had as Qingmei, "You want Put yourself first.”

For example, Goujuanji very much disapproves of Qiancheng Xuehui becoming a middleman between ordinary people and magicians. You must know that her spell conversion is not stable at all, and she may hurt herself.

Qiancheng Xuehui whispered: "It's just an idea, I didn't think it would really succeed."

Goujuanji raised his hand and pinched her cheek with a little force: "It's best not to have dangerous ideas!"

He doesn't dare to talk to Qiancheng Xue'e now, and the name Fantuan always feels that it is not enough.

The boy originally planned to find a reasonable time to solemnly confess his love, but unfortunately he has never been able to find a suitable time.

But he has great confidence.

Qiancheng Xue'e breathed a sigh of relief, and she blinked: "If there is any progress in this matter, I will tell you. ...How are your throat and fingers recovering today?"

Goujuanji not only injured his vocal cords in today's mission, but also folded his index finger to avoid the curse. Although homemade nitrous can treat it, the pain is real.

The boy put his hand into her palm, his slender and beautiful knuckles could not see any scars: "Salmon roe."

Qiancheng Xuehui almost frowned, she justly condemned the curse spirit for not abiding by martial arts, and then pinched the knuckle of his index finger: "Even if it's fine, it still hurts!"

The dog curly spine was silent for two seconds.

The curse speller suddenly lowered his head, he moved closer, and kissed her in Qiancheng Xue'e's blank blinks.

Qiancheng Xuehui: "...!"

The dog curled its eyes and said, "Treatment."

After applying with the Kyoto High School of Conjuration, Yukie Chijo spent a very pleasant, observational half month in Tokyo.

Without Totangoi, without the oppressive task output, Qiancheng Xuehui felt that her fatigue had been relieved a lot.

Dazai Osamu later sent a message to Qiancheng Xuehui to say that he was safe and sound, but Qiancheng Xuehui was unable to take the initiative to contact again.

But the happy time is always short. After her flower vomiting disease is treated, it will take nearly a month for a special spell to be completely eliminated. She calculated a little, and thinks that Xia Youjie will also maintain the 10cm long. time.

Under the pressure exerted by Zenyuan Zhenyi and the school, she reluctantly returned to the Kyoto High School of Conjuration. Fortunately, the second grade has been assigned to do tasks recently, and she does not need to practice against her seniors.

Half a month passed quickly, Qiancheng Yuki did not encounter any special curses again, and the input and output of the spell power was well controlled, but Tokyo encountered a special situation.

The four first graders looked at Xia Youjie who fell in front of them and the person crawling out of the mouth of the accompanying bird, and their vigilance was instantly full.

He introduced himself, and sighed regretfully when he didn't see Qiancheng Xuehui again.

Xia Youjie reached out to put his hand on Goujuanji's shoulder, but the spellcaster frowned and dodged aside.

The voice of the dog curly spine refusing to contact was also extremely cold: "Dried bonito."

Xia Youjie withdrew his hand and shrugged. He didn't care about the sudden and excessive repulsion of the dog curly spine.

After all, he had taken Qiancheng Xue'e's trick before, so he inevitably had some psychological shadows.

One of the young girls behind said, "Master Xia You, are we going to find that one?"

Xia Youjie waved his hand.

He looked at Gojo Satoru and the students present.

"I will release thousands of curse spirits and start the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts!" The man smiled wildly, he spread his hands, and issued a gauntlet to his former classmates and the Tokyo Curse High School, "The address is myself Shinjuku, Tokyo, the cauldron of the curse, and Kyoto, the holy land of spells."

He easily climbed onto the big bird's feet, and said, "When the time comes——let's curse and kill as much as we want!!"

The author has something to say: My friends, I’m watching the Olympics recently, and I’m in a more complicated mood against this book, and the update will be slower, but volleyball is still a good meal replacement...

If my essay hadn't been on the top of my head at the beginning, basically I wouldn't let outstanding things happen.