God is still on the way to recovery

Divide the wool, smooth it out, take an appropriate amount, and slowly poke out two small balls with a thick needle.

This is the doll's head and belly.

"While poking, turning while poking, poking wherever is protruding, until the shape you want is poked."

Principal Ye Mo Masamichi personally took Ushio to learn how to make felt dolls. The art needle undulated in his thick palm, quickly gathering the black and white fluff, and finally formed a small panda.

There is a ball of black tail behind Panda's buttocks, and the eyes are empty. The night moth opened the drawer at hand, and there were all kinds of small beads in different colors and shapes. The night moth picked two black beads and glued them together. on the doll's face.

When he let go, the panda rolled down on the floor, suddenly stood up slowly with its buttocks pouted, and "walked" with uncoordinated limbs, swaying like a deer that just learned to stand.

"During the production process, the heart should be calm, and inject your own magic power into the doll with each stitch...Of course, you can use spiritual power, a nature." Night Moth Zhengdao explained patiently, "This is a way to guide you to use your own spirituality. The method, the doll made has the characteristics you bestowed, and can take on the role of the attacking position."

Noctua Masamichi is in charge of Uramoth's spell class. Although Gojo Satoru is the one who dug him in, he himself plays the role of a senior, and Uramo Masaki's teacher is the principal in front of him.

Since Urashige's physical strength is really shockingly poor, the possibility of him mastering the use of magic tools in a short time is almost zero, even if it is wooden warehouse tools-he has no arm strength, can't lift steadily, and is difficult to aim.

A conjurer has no attack power, which means that he can only do logistics, and the promotion is at most one level, and there is no possibility of getting a special level.

After all, it was too troublesome for Uramo to eliminate the enemy with his passive ability. After Noctua Zhengdao understood his situation, he specially customized a set of suitable attack methods for him.

Make dolls, dolls act as attack power.

"Try it, there are a lot of materials here, you can do it slowly." The principal said, pulling out a rattan basket, and lifted the floral flannelette on it. Inside were piles of well-groomed furs of various colors and thicknesses. , everything you need.

Shigeru and the principal are wearing the same pink floral apron. Judging from the color matching of the apron, it is estimated that it is also the handiwork of the principal.

Ushio took out the white hair and carefully rolled it up, while listening to Noctua asking himself: "Are you living in Gojo Satoru's house now?"

"Accurately, it's a temporary stay, in order to accompany classmate Hu Zhang."

Noctuid Zhengdao took the red fur again, planning to come out with a cat head: "Living with that guy will cause a lot of trouble."

"really."

Matsuo admits.

For example, last night, at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, he was lighting the desk lamp, sitting at the table and lingering with math problems, and the three-dimensional geometry was constantly reorganized and transformed into different shapes in front of his eyes.

Gojo Satoru's property is mostly Japanese-style single rooms with tatami flooring. If someone passes through the corridor outside the paper door, there will be a "creaking" sound of stepping on the wooden boards.

Uramo stopped writing, listened to the sound outside, and probably judged that there were three people.

Their movements were already very light, even if they made noises, people would think it was a wild cat passing by, but Uramo had a spiritual intuition, he took a wind-shielding feather and draped it over his shoulders, carefully opened the door, and followed these people.

However, there was no chance for him to make a move.

The three of them sneaked into the owner's room, and within half a minute, their limbs were twisted and thrown out, wriggling on the ground like worms and screaming, and finally the servant who rushed over carried them and threw them out.

"My lord, it was our mistake, I'm very sorry!" A servant tremblingly bowed to the master bedroom, and then hurried to deal with the assassin.

Mao Mao probed to look at the bedroom of the owner. The furnishings inside were basically wooden products. There was a small blue blue plant in the white porcelain vase in the corner. The sweet and elegant fragrance floated in the room, and the bedding could not be seen from where Mao Mao was. , a screen is horizontal in the middle, only a figure can be seen faintly on the screen.

"Mao? What are you doing there?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have just woken up, his voice was still a little nasal, deep, not as brisk as usual.

"It's nothing, just come out and take a look if you hear something." Uramo stood at the door and replied without going in. "Are you okay?"

Knotweed Yujin is in the basement, which is protected from light and soundproof. He has lived there for so many days without knowing what happened on the ground.

As Mao Mao remembered, he had only stayed for the next week, and this was the second time this kind of assassination had happened.

The people in the room were silent for a moment, and said: "Come in and talk, close the door."

Uramo looked at the chaotic scene outside, guessed that the other party felt noisy, so he closed the door and walked into the room.

Going around the screen, you can see Gojo Satoru sitting on the couch, wearing a loose light onion-colored bathrobe, without sunglasses or eye masks on his face, his white hair curled up in a mess, and there is a faint look of tiredness under his eyes. Obviously in a state of being awakened.

Anyone who was woken up while sleeping would feel upset, and Makimo saw the irritability of Gojo Gojo's silence, so he didn't make a sound, just sat quietly beside him, waiting for the other person to recover.

However, if you look closely, your senior's face is indeed very attractive. He usually wears a pair of sunglasses or wears an eye patch. The former looks cynical, while the latter is too rigid, blocking Gojo Satoru's originally outstanding face.

Well, when Mr. Gojo doesn't speak, he feels like a deserted beauty.

Uramo suddenly had this concept, and then Gojo Satoru asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Your eyes." Uramo subconsciously said, remembering that he forgot the honorific, and immediately added "very beautiful."

The reason why the six eyes are also called "the pupil of the sky" is because of its unique color, like a blue sky thousands of miles away, with white mist floating in it, such a bright and translucent color is more dazzling and beautiful than any kind of gemstone.

However, this kind of beauty cannot be appreciated casually. When Gojo Satoru reveals his eyes, it is a precursor to attack.

"Does Mao like Six Eyes?"

The night gives people a hidden expression and reveals the magic power of nature. The fragrance floats in the dark bedroom. Urumo smells fragrances other than floral fragrances. Men's perfumes, the kind of light woody fragrance after blending, slightly hooked the tip of his nose , and then his gaze rested on the neckline of Gojo Satoru's yukata.

Under the slender neck, the collarbone is straight, and the half-exposed chest is flawless and smooth. The fragrance wafts from around the neck. Gojo Wu's men's perfume will be applied to the skin below the ear, and the fragrance will linger over time Near there, Urumo could smell it by sniffing.

"Want to touch it?"

Mu Mao raised his head in doubt, and saw the meaning of permission in the other party's eyes.

However, the fingertips stuck out and stopped when they were about two centimeters away from the opponent's eyes.

Uramo felt a long void, between him and Gojo Satoru, there was a strong field-like area, without Gojo Satoru's permission, he couldn't get any closer.

Ah, you want to let yourself know that those assassins can't get close to each other?

Understanding Gojo Satoru's intentions, Makumo lowered his eyes: "Since Mr. Gojo is safe, I'll go back to do my homework."

homework...

Wujo Wuha let out a sigh.

Let the junior who was a high school candidate leave his homework and come to the rescue, isn't he a failure as a senior?

A faint wind blew across the room, and the no-lower-limit spell between the two was lifted.

The information from Liuyan told Gojo Satoru that this trip was in vain, which made his younger generation fail to perform, so he was a little disappointed.

So, he decided to give the other party a little reward.

"This is a passive ability with no lower limit. It is usually used by me to block tea dust and the like. Mao, you can touch it again."

Holding the junior's hand that was about to be retracted, Gojo Satoru supported the tatami with one hand, and leaned forward a little bit, his slightly curled white eyelashes were close to the fingertips, blinking softly, brushing across the skin: "Come on."

The green-eyed junior knelt in front of him without moving.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly at the quietness of the other party, "Don't you like it again?"

In the dim Japanese room, the blue eyes exuded a thrilling luster like jewels.

"Haha, what a fickle kid."

Mu Mao opened his mouth, some words came to his mouth, and swallowed them back.

However, the man in front of him chuckled, and finally let go of Mao Mao's wrist, and raised his hand to mess up the other's black hair: "I won't tease you anymore, Mao is still young."

Still young...?

The memory ends.

"Principal, am I young?" Uramo straightened the white wool in his hand and asked casually.

"Teens, quite young." Noctua answered casually, the cat's head already formed in his hand.

"Supposing I told you that I lived for 3000 years?"

Night Moth inhaled rightly, and responded solemnly: "Don't make such jokes about the elders."

"..." Miao Mao glanced at the other party wronged.

I know you don't believe--

After finishing the body of the doll, Uramo rummaged through the pile of small stones to find suitable ones for eyes. Among the colorful red and black ones, he picked out two beads with similar shapes and colors with great difficulty.

Noctua took a look rightly, it was a pair of blue stones.

The stone, which was as blue as the clear sky, was glued in place, and Uramo put the doll on the ground. It was a lifelike long-haired cat.

The cat was covered in snow white, with round and clear blue eyes, and a delicate appearance. Driven by the spiritual power, it stretched on the spot, and then habitually turned its belly out against Mao Mao's knee.

The first thing the cat does after gaining spiritual awareness is to act like a baby. It wants Ushimo to rub its belly.

Noctua looked at the interaction between one person and one cat, and said for a long while, "It doesn't seem to have much attack power."

Responding to his meaning, panda stood up, raised her front paws in a standard boxing pose, and slowly approached the long-haired cat.

The cat squinted its blue eyes and enjoyed Urumo's caress comfortably. It noticed the approaching panda. The pupils of its blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden pupils swept across the panda sharply.

Panda shuddered on the spot, turned her head and ran towards the night moth, shivering and hiding behind her old father.

Seeing that the threat was successful, the cat regained its laziness and licked its paws gracefully.

The corners of Ye Moth's eyebrows twitched as he looked at it. This cat that deserved a beating reminded him of a certain white-haired teacher who misbehaved.

"Although the cat looks delicate, it is very powerful." Ushio trusted the dolls he made.

"Is that so?" Noctua Zhengdao hugged the trembling little panda in his arms, turned to look at his pile of dolls, and casually pointed to one of them, "Come here."

It was a green weird bear, and it flew over Knotweed Yuren with a punch back then, with considerable arm strength.

Weird Bear is half a person tall, eager to get close to the cat that is only the size of a palm, and it puts a lot of pressure on it just because of its size.

Seeing the new opponent enter the field, the white cat stopped acting coquettishly, poked out its light pink tongue and licked its paws, slowly arched its body, landed on all fours, and raised its tail high.

This is exactly the same as a cat's posture, and even has the habit of twisting its butt to adjust its center of gravity before attacking.

"Maomao, kill it." Uramo also gave instructions to his own doll.

"Mia~"

Responding to the owner's meaning with a sweet hum, the white cat sprang out like lightning. When Weird Bear's fist came back, its front paws lightly borrowed force, and it climbed Weird Bear's arm all the way to the back of the opponent's neck.

Then, the sharp claws slashed across the connection line, and the sharp wind blade slashed across. The weird bear shook twice, its head suddenly lost its center of gravity and rolled down, throwing out white cotton wool and fluff.

If the opponent is solved, the cat sticks back to Mao Mao, licks its paws comfortably, and sweeps its tail over the head of the weird bear, as if it is a ball of yarn that can be fiddled with.

"Where did its claws come from?" Noctuid asked seriously.

Uramo opened the cat's meat pad and showed the cat's stitched pink claws.

Those were claws condensed from tiny ice crystals, thin and transparent, exuding a slight chill.

"A doll with its own ice attribute ability." Ye Mo Zhengdao refreshed his evaluation of Mao Mao, "It seems that you deserve the evaluation of a super magician."

Uramo bowed his head in embarrassment, rubbing the cat's chin with his fingertips.

The latter responded meowingly, the little kitten didn't care about any super class, it only had its dear master in its heart.

Noctua Zhengdao gave Mao Mao a copy of the felt making tools, and told the other party to make a few more, just in case. After forgetting the exam day, he asked Mao Mao how the review place was going.

"It's okay, it should be fine."

He applied to two schools, one with a capital guarantee and one with a sprint, and there was a week's difference between the two schools' second exams.

"Come on, college life is still very colorful." Ye Mozheng nodded and watched the other party leave the school.

In the next two weeks, Mao Mao will turn down all tasks and courses, and concentrate on studying and reviewing questions at home.