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

A seemingly accidental conspiracy came to an end with Yidizhi Jiegao's unstoppable hiccups.

As for the follow-up dirtyness and dragging, Gojo Satoru didn’t want to reveal it to anyone. He was laughing and laughing as usual, throwing a certain sphere to tease three students, and then took out his mobile phone to take five consecutive shots confidently, and operated it on the screen with one hand. After pressing the afterimages, on the way, I handed over a few insignificant scapegoats to the conscientious juniors, and even took the time to squeeze my throat and act like a baby, and took away most of the few candies in my bag.

It seems that the nose of the conjurer is also unusual. The treasures I secretly hid in the secret pocket were almost emptied. I have never seen such a flexible ceiling: "Wujojia, where is it short for you to eat?"

Or did you get PTSD from eating sweet potatoes in Honmaru?

"Don't mind it," Wutiao Meiren, who pinched her throat and hadn't switched back to the role, said coquettishly, "Didn't they leave you a rose~"

——That’s because only this one was stuffed in my mouth long ago.

Although I myself was afraid of hypoglycemia, I couldn't control it and bought too much.

I bit the sugar in my mouth with a "crack" and silently watched the big sugar consumer who unceremoniously took away half of my inventory, and finally lost the battle: "Well, you are a senior in sugar control."

"Good boy," he patted my head in the same way he patted my head, "Sugar is always enough, I recommend you to try my triple sugar flavor..."

"That's not necessary, my consumption is controllable anyway," my gums began to phantom pain: "I don't want to have tooth decay at a young age, and I don't want to get diabetes."

I glanced at the curse spirit in his hand several times, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in my heart. I poked the lump of air carefully, and retracted suddenly after my fingertips felt a hot touch.

Gojo Satoru, who allowed me to move, asked slowly, "How does it feel?"

"Sure enough..." I wrinkled my face and took three steps back: "Fortunately, I can't see or hear."

The attributes of Leuhu—earth and fire overlap too much with me, even if he was born from the fear of human beings, the excellent compatibility also destined me to have a very high affinity and tolerance for him, malice and It is impossible to know the serious consequences of conflicting good intentions.So, luckily I couldn't see him.

I closed my eyes and said softly, "Seeing him alive, I can't bear to see him die; hearing his voice, I can't bear to eat his flesh."

Don't see, don't listen.

When I close my eyes, cover my ears and fall into a peaceful sleep, behind the sun, the world will collapse and people will die.

The illusion of self-deception was born just for me.

The shadow formed by the wide brim of the hat covered my field of vision, and I avoided the hand lowered above: "Wujo, you should go."

The people above clicked their tongues in a bad mood, and then I was roughly stuffed into a packaging bag in my arms, and the sweet smell of caramel and cream came out through the mouth of the bag.

"Take it."

Looking at the packaging, it seems to be a limited-edition dessert from some time-honored brand?

I hugged the package tightly in my arms, and took another small step back tentatively.

Yidizhi Jiegao, who hiccupped silently, seemed to be choking, and began to cough loudly.

Three sophomores who unilaterally blackmailed Gojo Satoru poked their heads out of the back seat of the car.

"What the hell expression is that on your face? It's for you," Gojo Satoru pushed back the three heads sticking out of the car window angrily, "Take it as a reward for those candies."

"……thanks?"

"You're welcome, you didn't say you were going to take a vacation? The night market in Tokyo is quite good, don't think about it, go shopping in your street, this—" He took it out of his pocket again, and threw it over. Zhang Pass, "The pass of the college, among other things, the training ground is quite durable."

Pink lace and flamboyant text fill this modest card, making the pass look like a sale coupon.

I stared at the fancy pattern on it for a while, then put it in the bag silently: "I see, I will go when you are not free."

Gojo Satoru laughed, said nothing more, turned around and waved casually: "Let's go."

I watched the overloaded car carrying two adults, three students, and one head go away, smiling and shaking my head.

Are curse spirits as absolute evil as Taisho's ghosts?

As far as their origins are concerned, the negative emotions born in human beings alone are doomed that this existence will never disappear, and people in this world will always coexist with this darkness.

Thinking about it this way, I still prefer the ending of a big victory after destroying the ancestor of ghosts. Even if the strength of the two sides is very different, even if countless bloodshed and sacrifices are required, everyone who participates can proudly say: I am participating in a just cause. In the First World War, I paid for a better future that will definitely come.

That's why Gojo Satoru said "this world sucks".

What kind of path will such a person take to change this situation?

I took out a piece of delicate snack and stuffed it into my mouth, three times the sugar content exploded in my taste buds, and the sweet feeling went straight to the top of my skull: "Um..."

He has seen through my essence, so he is stopping me from approaching the abyss.

But in this way, at this time, except for "Wujo Wu", no one can join his plan.

it's fine.

I smiled slyly.

Dealing with the world is not just about bearing pressure.

I have understood His unspoken please.

Anyway, this is not the first time I have been someone's "anchor".

"Don't worry." I looked at the empty sky and said softly, "I said it was an 'accomplice'."

Take some time to go to a high school, at least, let this person have a few more people who can share the weight.

As he himself once said: "Scale in the third grade, Yi Gu in the second grade... and Yuzhi Yuren in the first grade."

Or maybe more.

Finally swallowing the sweetness in my mouth, I exhaled with lingering fear, and looked at the remaining amount in the package in distress: "Or, go buy a glass of iced Americano?"

After all, it really is—

"It is too sweet."

……

"Failed?"

With his hands wrapped around his chest in the middle of the thousand hands, he looked at Uchiha Madara who stepped out of the reverse psychic formation with a flat tone.

Beside the formation, Nine Tails, bald and spiky, was patting the ground angrily.

Uchiha Madara's face turned even darker, and he turned his head to look without even looking at him: "Kurama, are you sure he did it on purpose?"

Hearing this, the shrunken little fox danced in anger with its nine tails in the air: "It's definitely intentional! The passage of psychic art was originally a one-way road reserved for me, but that brat didn't know where to get in—" "

What's even worse is fighting in a different world. He, who doesn't have the advantage of his own country, even lost the battle.

And was kicked strictly.

Also got a handful of hairs.

"What kind of people does Huahua know, that foolish person?" The fox gritted his teeth secretly, "Everyone's heart is black."

Madara Uchiha, who was accused of scolding Huai No. [-] with a dark heart, "hummed" disdainfully.

Qian Shou, who was accused of scolding Huai No. [-] for his dark heart, didn't even move his eyebrows, and even took a few steps forward.

"The passage is blocked," he compared the scrambled text, "this road is invalid."

"So why are you all in such a hurry recently?" Jiu Lama, who was caught out from a leisurely life of pleasure, changed his posture and lay back. "Isn't that girl always like this?"

"She opened a kaleidoscope." Uchiha Madara, who was standing on the other side with a frown, spoke, "Those eyes... are weird."

In any case, he has also been Uchiha Madara's psychic beast, and Jiu Lama still knows a lot of information about Sharingan. He didn't flick his tail, and carefully pricked up his ears.

"Those eyes have taken on the malice of a world, and the abilities they were born with are beyond the normal range." Uchiha Madara glanced at Senju Tobema, who also put down his arms: "Whether the Mutun cells can be suppressed is still a question. "

Jiu Lama was shocked and understood: according to the girl's waving posture, it is indeed a big problem.

"You can't get in touch with her?" Qian Shou Fan asked coldly, "Aren't your Sharingan connected?"

Uchiha Madara sneered: "What about you, don't tell me that your Flying Thunder God is also useless."

Uchiha Madara, who is pinching the Sharingan but is afraid of blinding the person opposite: "..."

It is indeed possible to fly Thor, but the imprint is on the back of the girl's neck and between the bound hands: "..."

The Nine Lamas standing between the two made a final decision: "Oh, there is no solution."

He had the audacity to cast a contemptuous glance at the two of them one by one, and while the two were restraining each other, he ran to find the Qianshou Zhujian who had smashed the wall of the world.

"Ah?" Senshou Hashirama raised his head from the Gongwen Mountain when the reform was on the right track and he was so busy that he wished to bring all the idle people to help: "You mean Huahua?"

"Yes." Jiu Lama gnawed on the grilled chicken that he didn't know where he got it, flicked his tail, one of the bald heads was very conspicuous, "What do you think?"

"Wait a minute." Senju Hashirama recovered from the brainstorming of "independence", "new energy", "teaching reform", "traffic overview", "grain production increase" and "new foreign policy" and made a seal, pressing With a dissatisfied Mu Fen/Ben correcting another pile of proposals on his behalf, he picked out a mountain of documents that didn’t require much thought, “—Okay, so what’s wrong with Huahua?”

Kurama silently stopped gnawing on the chicken legs, looked at the hardworking Konoha Daimo, and hid the fragrant food with a guilty conscience: "As I said just now, you are the one who saw her last time, right?" ?”

"Well, you're talking about that time when you hit that golden demigod with a big hammer... ah," Senju Hashirama recalled, "That time I still used someone who claimed to be 'super willing to disclose my name' Big Brother Hua went through the door, breaking back the path that Huahua had gone on, and I celebrated when I came back.”

Celebrate the official acceptance of a disciple.

So much so that the expressions of Tomama and Madara that I learned later are very interesting.

Ha, after all, he was one step ahead!

"Hey," he laughed triumphantly after thinking about it, and waved his hand, "After all this time, most of Huahua's personality problems have been eliminated, and the rest are minor problems, she knows it in her own mind. Mutun cells are not that weak, that girl has her own adventures, Madara... After all, she has experienced the disadvantages brought about by sharing sharingan, you said there is also Tokaima? Aren't these two people always at odds? Why? ……Um……"

As he spoke, Qianshouzhujian frowned slightly, as if he was a little confused, until there was only a thin layer left in another pile of documents due to his single-minded and double-use, he made a short sound: "Um?"

Nine Lama raised his claws vigilantly: "What's wrong?"

"Well," Senshou Zhujian pondered for a while before giving up, "Forget it, it shouldn't be a big problem anyway."

"Huh?" Nine Lama's paws showed, "That's it?"

"Hahahaha—it's not a big deal after all," the God of Ninja World usually doesn't seem to have a high IQ, but occasionally he can make unexpected judgments, making people doubt whether he is really stupid or fake. Senshou Bashima meaningfully closed the last scroll in his hand: "I'll go find Tobima."

"No, wait a minute, please speak clearly," Jiu Lama, who always felt that he passed by Gua, didn't even want roast chicken, and turned into a red shadow hanging tightly behind him, "Don't tempt the fox— —”