Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The sky in June is slightly warm, the sun is hot, and the clouds are large. People can't help but sigh, early summer——

And falling objects that cannot escape.

Oh, and this time it's a high-altitude crash.

In order to fully express the sense of ritual, while adjusting my landing posture, I held on to the fifth person who had only one pair of trousers left, lowered my head and opened my mouth, and prolonged the sound expressionlessly.

"Aa—"

"It's too perfunctory!" Wu Mou on the side questioned his soul: "And why are you so proficient?"

I have no mercy: "If every time you go out, no matter what posture you take to open the door, the landing opening is always at a high altitude, you can also be like me."

The same is not surprising...

What a ghost!

"Damn it, why is it at high altitude again, think of a way, Mr. Gojo!"

"What, don't you claim to be a journeyman?"

"But I left the round fan and the big naginata in order to speed up lightly. Wow, come on, don't be lazy, I know you can do it!"

"I can't, I'm so tired right now—"

"I can't, I'm more tired—"

"..."

"..."

The two people who both held the hole cards in their hands were silent for a second.

I sincerely suggested: "Or, can you send a small-scale Shenluo Tianzheng buffer?"

He said Daba: "What is Shenluo Tianzheng, that's called He——take a look at the school below and say it again?"

"What school, according to my experience, it must be a forest... Huh?" I was super surprised, "Is it really a school?"

The school below is getting closer and closer in this back and forth.

I can even see one, two, three, about three figures standing on the rooftop.

"...I think this scene looks familiar." I said dryly.

"To tell you the truth, I think so too." Wu, who had a better view, agreed dryly, and opened his beautiful Kazilan eyes wide, "As expected of me, the location is really accurate."

"Then we counted five points and three threes without leaving anything behind. Have you noticed that we will soon be hit by justice from the sky?"

"Since that's the case, at this point," Wu said that everything was within his expectations, clasped his hands together calmly, and said solemnly: "There is only one way left."

The ever-closer ground made my eyes lose their highlight and vacillate between giving up on healing.

In fact, theoretically speaking, I have to bear the double pressure of the world. I don’t do any protection against the impact of falling objects. As long as I adjust the force-bearing surface, it is very likely that I will survive safely.

But I don't really want to do it, after all, fairies never put their faces on the ground.

But if you really have no choice, you can only...

"It's too late to explain, hurry up and hold on to me!" Gojo Satoru shouted exaggeratedly, "Get ready—"

"Huh?" I subconsciously exerted my strength, "Is this so?"

"Hey, cough, cough, cough, I told you not to strangle my neck, let go, yue—"

"Hey, be normal, if you go down, I'm afraid I can't help but twist your head around, no!" I looked at the ground that was getting closer and closer: "It's too late, I'm going to-hit-on--"

"Don't yell that you're going deaf, I won't let you run into it... Forget it, I'll catch you instead." A pair of hands stained with unknown layers of blood strangled me with almost the same force, Gojo Satoru was excited The voice stretched out from the ear: "Okay, preparations are complete, Wutiaohao will start to make an emergency landing—"

"Where are you going to strangle me later—"

"boom--!"

The smoke and dust billowed, and at the last moment, Gojo Satoru, who had consciously laid on the bottom, smashed a hole with a total diameter of more than 1.9 meters with his strong physical fitness.

A large human body pad was placed on it, and the shock wave was miraculously buffered, leaving only the repeated "嗡—嗡—" in my ears, and I tried to get up while clutching my head in pain.

Oops, no concussion.

I simply jumped up on the spot with all my strength, and when I landed, I staggered for two steps except that my center of gravity hadn't been recovered. The dizziness and nausea after the activity didn't get worse, so I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"The driver landed safely, five, call five?"

"—"

"—Yo, are you calling me?"

Without waiting for a response from the rear, a voice with an almost completely similar timbre came from the other side, with a raised end, deliberately lively and frivolous: "Miss Pilot?"

Wait, this voice?

I closed my eyes abruptly and then opened them again, the kaleidoscope appeared uncontrollably, unfolding according to my own illusion only for myself.

Self-deception, sensory passivation, pain shielding, attention shifting, distracting thoughts...

Very good, perfect.

Forcibly suppressing the murmurs in my ears and the chaos in my brain, even the increasingly obvious pressure on my body disappeared, and I briefly regained my ability to think and act.

Then I saw Shi Shiran stepping on a head... or a person with a head... No, I mean stepping on a person's head, wearing a black eye patch, with white hair facing the sky Bunched up, dressed as a standard college teacher——

Five enlightenment.

Looking down involuntarily, the head that was stepped into the ground by that foot had a few pink hairs sticking out tenaciously.

Then he was randomly crushed down by that foot.

I gasped suddenly.

"It's a big deal, Mr. Wutiao." I didn't care to look any further, I turned around decisively, and jumped back into the big pit, "The landing time is wrong!"

"That's right." With one foot bent, the man leaning on the edge put down his hand covering his forehead, and the long hair on his raised forehead fell loose, half covering his eyes with unclear emotions , "Qian Shou, this is already the limit we can reach."

The supernormal comprehension ability tells me that his words do not only have a superficial meaning, but also several deeper layers?

The air flow was a little abnormal, and the emotional factors mixed in the scattered smoke and dust were up and down. At this time, the perception blunted by the illusion made me unable to judge the emotion of the person in front of me. I only knew that the surrounding air was resisting my approach.

Resisting anyone's approach.

So I stayed where I was.

In the first 0.1 seconds, I began to consider whether to release the self-restriction illusion and start perceiving and exploring this anomaly.

In the first 0.2 seconds, I directly chose to give up.

——Anyway, with my emotional intelligence, I will definitely not understand it!

"Although it's a step late, it shouldn't be too late?" I pointed to the night sky above the pit, and said realistically, "According to the development of the story, it should be the first episode? Look, the moon outside seems to have just risen—"

In the middle of speaking, I looked up and saw three heads, one white, one pink and one black, protruding evenly, especially the white head was still waving excitedly.

"Ah," I subconsciously waved my hand, but it got stuck, "...Sorry, I forgot next."

Gojo Gojo, who was listening attentively, with 'I see what you can say' written all over his face, suddenly said, "...you are worthy of it."

"Okay, it's within the plan," he stood up, and patted the messy ashes and sawdust on his body, "The invincible Gojo-kun is about to start work—"

"Okay, then I—" my eyes lit up, "I'm going shopping!"

Can't think of it, I don't participate!

Anyway, there are two Wujo Satoru, so I have nothing to do here.

This is a silent tacit understanding reached as early as the partnership.

This reform will definitely go through a bloodbath, so with my mentality and power system, I should not participate in it, otherwise it will only add to the chaos if I don’t help.

Conjurers have the methods of conjurers. As an outsider, I just need to resist the pressure from outside for the person who subverts everything.

So, rare, in the most exhausted physical state, I can choose to... play.

Eat, go shopping, sleep, surf the Internet!

Tokyo in 2018!

"Wait, I'll add a buff to you." One hand touched my forehead, paused, seemed to dislike this action, so he simply put his whole hand on my head, pinched my head and turned it around, then rubbed my head again Rubbed, "Okay, less use of illusion, easy to be silly."

"?" I suspect you are scolding me?

Above the head, the pink head protruding down dumbfoundedly whispered, "Fu Hei, did you see it, Sharingan."

Another black sea urchin head also said: "... put away your thoughts, that is not a spell."

"Moses, Moses," the white head waved persistently, "Moses, Moses?"

"Yo, I've been waiting for a long time, I used to be." The man standing next to me laughed murderously, "Would you like to chat?"

"About destroying the world."