I debuted as a Vtuber to save the world!

Wanxing Temple's master became a first-class conjurer after this Kyoto school exchange meeting.

This is still under the condition that the director department does not know what the master of Wanxing Temple is doing at the venue of the exchange meeting.

A second-level conjurer means that you can go out on a mission alone.As a first-class Wanxing Temple is good at it, it is even more busy without touching the ground.

He seldom goes on missions with his classmates, because he is good enough to handle most situations.So there is no need to waste resources arranging for others to go with him.

It was only when the chief of Wanxing Temple saw Yu Zhang Youren and the others again that he realized that they had a mission. Fu Heihui successfully exorcised a super magic spirit, and successfully learned the domain expansion.

"Wow, congratulations, classmate Fuhei." Wanxing Temple clapped his hands.

Just like Black Flash, there is a huge difference between a magician who has Black Flash experience and a magician who has no Black Flash experience.

The same is true for the development of the field, and besides the super-level magic spirit, it proves that Fu Heihui can already become a super-level magician.

Recently, there have been an endless stream of special grades, and Wanxing Temple often sighs when it is good at it.

"Why are you sighing, Wanxingji?" Knotabagi Yuhito always paid attention to others.

The master of Wanxing Temple shook his head, "Because I won't be able to catch fish like this. It's not like you don't know that I like to be lazy."

This is the truth. In the past, there was only Wutiao Wu. After the exchange meeting, everyone knew the nature of Wanxing Temple's master who likes to fish.

"Then why do you still come to the college?" There was no malice in this sentence, after all, conjurers are all kinds of strange things, and most of them are lunatics.

"Because of money."

The wish of Wanxing Temple to be good is so simple and unpretentious.

He is not even afraid of death, but in the end he agreed to World Consciousness because of the money promised by World Consciousness.

Well, convincing.

[Milun Kasumi calls an expert directly]

【Who doesn't love money】

【Qianqian, my unpretentious wife of chaff (bushi)】

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The protective color of the dark night, there are always people who like to do some shady things in the dark night.

Wanxing Temple sees the long walk in the dark night, and can always feel the coolness of the wind.

It's not the wind that's cold, it's the bad things you do in the wind.

Wanxing Temple sighed, when will his upside-down life end day and night.

"You should know that it is impossible for me not to find your trace."

In the entire silent street, there is only a faint echo from Wanxing Temple.

But in the next second, a young man wearing a soft white hat stepped out from the corner in front.

The young man laughed and waved his hands, "Hey, long time no see, Lord Wanxingsi."

In any case, it was not like a relationship between friends, and Fyodor greeted him so familiarly.

Of course Wanxing Temple's master still remembered the person who made him sleepless all night.

"...can I ask that the next time you see me is on my way to work or during the day?"

[It's Fei Jia! 】

[Good Russians! 】

【Master Wanxingsi just wants to sleep ahhh! 】

【Let him sleep!let him sleep! 】

Seeing Fyodor, Wanxing Temple couldn't fall asleep.

Fyodor probably didn't think that the reason why the chief of Wanxingsi hated him was because he disturbed the other party's sleep.

"Mr. Wanxingsi, it looks like you haven't gotten enough sleep recently."

Wanxing Temple twitched his eyes, "So can you let me go to sleep first?"

There are generally three types of reactions when seeing Fyodor.

The first category is his followers, who have a fanatical pursuit of everything about Fyodor.

The second category is those who are afraid of him.

The third category is people who hate him, such as Osamu Dazai.

But probably only Wanxingsi is good at one, doesn't care what he wants to do, and doesn't care what he has done.

Just like an insignificant stranger, as long as it doesn't affect his sleeping, fishing, and making money.

"Maybe, I can give you a long sleep."

What long sleep, death?He just wants to have a good sleep, sleep is for rest, so that he can fish more energetically the next day.

Wanxingsi knew that he didn't like to deal with such people. If Guanzi could be sold, Fyodor must already be a billionaire.

"Come on, I'm not Dazai-san."

Death is meaningless to Wanxing Temple. Even if this holster dies, he can still use energy to make an appointment with another holster.

Seeing that Wanxing Temple frowned, he relaxed a little, "Besides, you want to eliminate the supernatural powers of this world, why do you want me, I am a magician."

The system is different, you eliminate loneliness, right?

But Fyodor seemed to have heard something very funny, and started laughing wildly while clutching his stomach.

"Mr. Wanxingsi, you are really interesting, hahaha."

Either agree or disagree, and the only one who is indifferent is Wanxing Temple, who is good at it.

Most importantly, Fyodor couldn't guess what the master of Wanxingsi was thinking.

Every move that Wanhangsi was good at was beyond Fyodor's expectation, but it was within reason.

"If not... I would be very happy to be your friend, Wanxingsi-kun."

But I don't want to be your friend, my dear Fyodor.

The leader of Wanxing Temple sighed, bypassed Fyodor, and prepared to leave on his own.

In the next second, Wanxing Temple fell into a deep sleep and fell heavily on the ground.

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[I'm super excited, what happened! 】

【Why did Lord Wanxingsi faint? Fei Jia, what did you do! 】

【Ah, don't touch my Lord Wanxingsi! 】

What was even more unexpected was that in the next second, Fyodor also fell down, side by side with Wanxingsi Jianchang on the street.

And the jar that Fyodor just held in his hand also rolled out without a sound.

The bullet screens were full of question marks, and the stuck live broadcast maintenance staff thought it was a bug.

As a result, the live broadcast was temporarily closed, leaving the bewildered audience to meet the self on the screen.

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The master of Wanxing Temple appeared in his dream.

Although he didn't know why he was so sure, this place was a dream.

Probably the reason why the fatigue from staying up all night disappeared immediately.

After a while, Fyodor also appeared in the dream full of flower fields.

"I thought that Mr. Wanxingsi's dream would be a bed, or a world full of banknotes."

Such a variety of flowers means that Wanxing Temple is known for having a heart full of vitality and fragrance of flowers.

"What did you do?" The master of Wanxing Temple finally stopped treating Fyodor as a dispensable stranger.

Before fainting, the head of Wanxing Temple smelled a strange fragrance, and then fainted without warning.

Even the most effective anesthetic smoke cannot fascinate a person in an instant.

"That's right, this is a virus. I have a supernatural being who can create all kinds of strange viruses. Please ask him to create a virus that can make people who smell it fall into a dream forever until they die."

Fyodor made a set of tables and chairs in the dream on his own, with afternoon tea and desserts on the table.

The leader of Wanxing Temple closed his eyes slightly, and then came over, eating the cookies made by Fyodor.

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Aren't you in the dream too?"

The master of Wanxing Temple shook his teacup slightly, and pointed to the sea of ​​flowers.

Under the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, there is a mirror that separates the world from the earth. The scenery below is like a throne of blades and sharp blades crowning death.

Fyodor was poisoned like him, and fell into a deep sleep dream with him. If Fyodor hadn't ordered the two of them to die together, the master of Wanxing Temple would wake up sometime.

"Hey, I still want to scare you—"

The slightly thin man spread his hands regretfully.

"Does Lord Wanxingsi know all the stories now?"

Fyodor refers to all his nominal relatives.

But Wanxing Temple did not speak, and his pale eyes without fluctuation looked quite creepy.

"Oh... there is another one, but he is not important." If Wanxingsi, who is a cadre, is still alive, the pile of Fyodor will be the biggest trouble.

When Fyodor mentioned Wanxing Temple, he always had a sense of pity and joy, as if seeing Wanxing Temple's struggle was the happiest thing for him.

Including Wanxing Temple is good at.

"What on earth are you trying to say, Fyodor?"

The cheapest is the one that asks actively, provided that you want it.

Wanhangsi is good at it and doesn't care. For a fun person like Fyodor, seeing his own struggle as Wanxingsi is the best spice of life.

"Has Wanxing Temple ever thought about what he can do, but is unwilling to do?"

A book appeared in Fyodor's hand.

Master Wanxingsi didn't know what it was, so even though Fyodor put it on the table and pushed it towards him, Master Wanxingsi didn't reach for it.

"It is said that there is a blank novel that can turn the written story into reality. I am looking for this book now."

Fyodor made no secret of his purpose. He wanted to change this world full of deep crimes, and it was not enough to kill the supernatural beings.

He needs the help of "books" to change the world through the power of "books".

The master of Wanxing Temple was a little puzzled, what does this have to do with him?

Fyodor could see the indifference of Wanhangsi's long-standing doubts and doubts.

Even if there is an existence that can achieve anything, the boy in front of him still doesn't care.

That calm indifference, that twisted silence, gave Fyodor endless pleasure.

"Everyone can write on the "book" and realize their wishes.But only one person, or a family, can communicate with the "book". "

The "book" does not record established facts, nor does it record the history that has existed.

"Book", only one name was recorded.

That is what Wanxing Temple is good at.

"Don't you understand? Lord Wanxingsi?"

Wanxing Temple is known for having the power to change the world.

Perhaps, what they possess is not the ability to communicate with "books", but they themselves are the incarnations of "books".

But the man in front of him still had no waves in his eyes.

Even if he is really the incarnation of "book", so what?But it's just a leather case.

"Even if I can do it, I won't write a single word for you."

Fyodor heard the calm reply of the boy in front of him.