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

"Is this what you're looking for?"

After getting out of the strong light, the eyes that strongly protested slowly slowed down. Even so, the eyesight was still in a state of traumatic stress, and the eyes were opened and closed in darkness.

The feeling from the blunted sense of touch, the half-broken rope left on the bell that was put into the palm, the remaining saber energy on it, or a more accurate term, the filth of the spell attached to the section, can roughly judge the It was the same source that wounded my eye.

——The field of two-faced Su Nuo, the imperial cook who subdue the demons.

Cracks appeared in my relaxed expression.

What should I do if I try to be brave and get caught on the spot?

Contrary to the verbal understatement, the slashing that doesn't stop until it is smashed did cause me a lot of damage. After the injury, the ability to resist pressure dropped sharply. In addition, the eyes were damaged, and the illusion could not be activated—even if I hit it secretly I can't even do it, so now my eyesight has been cut off, most of my brain has been burned, and the rest of my senses, which are slowly returning, have all dropped to the lowest point in history.

"Unsurprisingly," the voice said slowly, close enough for me to hear, to repeat the phrase I'd used to prevaricate: "Not a big deal, huh?"

After disconnecting and reconnecting the dull brain signal receiver several times, it finally successfully sent an alarm to the center:

--Danger.

The sixth sense is frantically calling the police, and I should have run away, but at this moment I am firmly pressed in place by a certain aura, like a dazed little chicken, firmly covered in the middle by a steel cage, fried Mao, but I don't know the reason.

The person who was the main source of danger stretched out his hand in my direction—pushed away the broken rope at the brim of the hat, and straightened the crooked bamboo hat.

I maintained a rigid posture, motionless, and the rapidly rising sense of crisis made me shiver.

It's so strange, there's no murderous intent or hostility, not even negative emotions like anger, why do I think this person is extremely dangerous?

The proud perception is finally broken?

I tried to take a deep breath and vocalize, the chest expanded, the diaphragm lifted, and the lungs felt tearing pain after a long absence. At the same time, the concentrated breathing that was forced to close during the synchronization was reopened: "Aa...A— —”

The bloody smell in my throat became more obvious when I made the sound, and the aura surrounding me became more and more terrifying. I shut my mouth rationally, and then made a swallowing movement.

"Gollum."

A second later, I found that the person from the hazard center still didn't speak.

So I quietly continued to increase and deepen my breathing, and performed hemostasis repair.

As long as people are alive, gas exchange is needed. In this regard, the breathing method of hemostasis, science and magic are both blooming, and they are simply eternal gods.

After repairing, I opened my eyes cautiously, the blood gathered in the eye sockets mixed with normal saline rolled down from the wet eyelashes: "Huh—"

The damaged vision will not recover so quickly. I try to distinguish the bright color blocks in the blurred light in front of me, thinking about the identity of the person who came.

People who would have made me feel this way basically don’t need to be so close to recognize them. Since my radar didn’t warn me, I can rule them out. In this way, only threatening but relatively insignificant people are left. Familiar: "...five?"

"Oh, so blind that you can recognize it?"

The silent aura suddenly dissipated, and one hand unceremoniously covered my face: "Okay?"

"Not yet, but I can see a little bit," I was inexplicably relieved, this time my brain correctly received and analyzed the voice of the person coming: "Mr. Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, and gradually pressed his hands on my face harder, and the blood scabs on both sides of my cheeks were wiped away bit by bit.

The silent Gojo Satoru is obviously more terrifying than the talkative Gojo Satoru. At least I lifted my heart up again, and my back even started to sweat.

I tentatively: "Five...?"

Could it be that my perception has deteriorated seriously and I have recognized the wrong person?

"Guess," his hand became more and more forceful, pushing my whole face back uncontrollably: "Is this the imprint I left on you for you to use?"

This, this claims to be...

Indeed, relying on the power of the spell he left behind to cause trouble, I shrink back and dare not answer.

Although I think that an injury that can be healed by proper cultivation can be exchanged for a germinated seed in the heart of Polygonum cuspidatum, and it is safe to make money.

He even bypassed the strong body of the knotweed and beat up the two-faced Su Nuo, earning extra points and earning blood!

"You're quite proud," Wujo Satoru directly laughed angrily, "Who said you should take a good vacation and not get involved?"

I blinked my eyes unreasonably: "Hey."

"Thousands," Gojo Satoru quietly stared at the slack black eyes, and the corners of his mouth were expressionless: "Do you know what you are doing?"

When he appeared, the imprint of mana that was left on this person only for protection in case of emergency in the past had been exhausted in the short confrontation just now, leaving only the instigator covering his eyes and slightly raising his head.

Without doing any protection, relying on a magic imprint whose power is not yet known, he dared to act arrogantly and directly.

This girl can't be seen when she is quiet, but when she moves, it is a combination of all the problems of Youruhito and Hui.

But her starting point is beyond reproach, and it can even be said that she helped him a lot.

So what is he angry about?Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, crushed the blood scab on his hand, and unexpectedly received a puzzled look.

"Tsk," Wutiao's god son looked very irritable, and he touched the roof of his tongue with the tip of his tongue. Looking at the muscular idiot who was clearly an adult, but whose EQ seemed to be used for combat power, he decided to speak more clearly: "Qian Shou, what are you doing?" Are you ready to be polluted by the magic world?"

"Ah?" I was struggling to wipe off the blood at the end of my eyes, and I was confused when I heard the words.

Why did it suddenly rise to such a high level?

"...Pick up your brain first," the interrogator threw over an opened pack of wet wipes, "Here, use this to wipe."

"Ah, thanks." I fumbled for a wet tissue along the uncovered corner, and muttered while wiping the corners of my eyes: "The spell system does have a lot of conflicts with me, and the leadership is indeed disgusting." ...But the ones you mentioned will only appear in front of the stage, and I'm just helping you stabilize the morale of the friendly army behind the scenes?"

Use your lips.

And today——according to what I planned at the beginning, I will get some helpers for Wutiaowu who is fighting alone, and then stabilize the psychological problems of these people, and throw out the almighty "I have a dream", "I am the most precious", "I am The weird but useful idea of ​​being loved, "it's not me, it's the world", meets the minimum requirement of not holding back, and finally boasted as the strongest at the top...

I quickly went through today's basic operations in my mind, and felt that there was no problem at all.

As for the key to making trouble, as long as the illusion is in place, the two-faced Su Nuo will not know anything, as long as the few people today keep their mouths shut, nothing will happen.

"It makes sense. It seems that I have thought about it with my brain." Gojo Satoru laughed and stood up. His height of 1.9 meters cast a large shadow in front of me. Generally speaking, such a physique would bring It comes with a sense of security, but at the same time... also has a silent oppressive force.

"But have you forgotten?" His voice fell above his head: "I know."

"?" I subconsciously continued, "It doesn't matter if you know..."

"Do you really think so?" The upright shadow tilted slightly and shrouded it, "Conjurers—more or less lunatics."

The silent sixth sense suddenly started to call the police frantically, and cold sweat dripped down my spine unknowingly.

"So think clearly before answering," the voice from the sky had a deep meaning for some reason: "Miss Accomplice."

The noisy chirping of cicadas in the whole outdoor area completely disappeared after this sentence fell.

……

On the first day of visiting the college, within an hour, I tragically sent myself to the school infirmary.

There were also several first graders shrunk like quails.

As for the three second graders, they were taken away by Gojo Satoru, who was said to have something to deal with.

That's right, Gojo Satoru, who exudes a terrifying aura, is gone!

I tremblingly held the hot water cup handed to me by the school nurse, feeling the steam hit my face, and almost burst into tears.

Although I don't know what happened, I always feel that the question is a proposition, and no matter how I answer it, something will happen.

So I had a flash of inspiration, and it was rare that I didn't hold on in the face of pain and exhaustion, and let myself be surrounded by sleepiness.

Anyway, I fell.

But I live again!

I took a sip of hot water gratefully, and let out a sob for the rest of my life: "Wow——"

"It seems that there is no problem." The school nurse quietly observed me and put away the things on the table. "Your emergency treatment is very effective, and the rest will take time to recover slowly. The reversal technique is useless to you. You just need to rest and sleep."

It's rare for someone to be able to describe my physique so accurately, and I curiously tried to identify this person's identity from a cloud of fuzzy white.

Facing the gaze I "looked" at, the school nurse said succinctly: "The house is full of nitrous, the school doctor."

"Miss Jiajin," I immediately put down the water glass and respectfully said, "I have long admired your name."

In the forum post bar, major and minor injuries can be cured, and it is easy to regenerate a broken limb. He is a doctor who can nurse an entire high school!

Almost immediately, my thoughts turned to the other side: "Excuse me, I'm a bit hasty, but what are you good at, no, can you treat massive blast injuries involving the regeneration of organs and bones?"

If it weren't for the inconvenience of my eyes, I would almost jump out of bed and stand directly opposite her to show formality.

My expression was too cautious, and Jia Ruozi on the opposite side was stunned for a long time before slowly saying: "In theory, there is no problem, but the premise is that the person's power system is compatible with the reversal technique."

My heart sank before I was fully excited: "Sorry, can you tell me in detail?"

"Okay," she paused, then slowly approached this side, and sat down on a chair not far from the hospital bed, "As far as you are concerned, the cells in your body... sorry, it wasn't intentional, but your The blood abnormality is too obvious to me."

"It doesn't matter," I shook my head, roughly understanding the reason, "is the problem here?"

She didn't answer quickly, but explained slowly: "My treatment is based on the 'reversal technique'. The positive energy suitable for treatment is derived from the principle of "negative to positive".

I continued: "Is my blood incompatible with it?"

"I don't know the specific reason yet," Jiarui Nitzi said with the rigor of a doctor, "but all the reversal techniques I injected into your body have disappeared."

I may know why.

In the ninja system, Senshou's Mutun belongs to the yang attribute, and Uchiha's Sharingan belongs to the yin attribute, and the combination of yin and yang has reached a certain balance in my body, and the blood... originally mixed with natural energy , or in other words, the operation of Dayuan’s magic power made my blood out of the scope of normal people, and a new gap appeared on the difficult balance. During that time, I suffered from the discomfort of insufficient strength. Naturalized under the influence of the golden apple.

So the energy that the outside wants to join has to go through layers of passes and finally reach the core, which is really not an easy task.

So, is the rope tree that has the same wooden escape cells as me, and only has wooden escape cells, compatible with the reversal technique?

Jia Ruozi didn't interrupt my contemplation. After I cleared my mind and raised my head, she continued: "Of course, the above are only problems that arise during treatment. The most important thing is, can the person you mentioned come here?"

……cannot.

I lowered my head with expected frustration, took three deep breaths, and looked up: "I see, thank you! I will think of other ways, if, I mean if—"

"Yes," she understood what I hadn't finished saying, "If you have someone who needs treatment, if you can bring them, I can help."

"--Many thanks!"

"No, I have treated so many people, you don't have any more, just do it casually, besides—" she waved her hand, "I know a little bit about enlightenment, so it's my thank you gift."

"—" The reward I was about to say was blocked by a sentence, and I, who had a preliminary understanding of this sister's temperament, laughed helplessly, "Well, I like your thank you gift very much."

"Okay," the school doctor who sneaked in from a busy schedule stood up and looked at the three first-year students who hadn't spoken to each other. "What are you doing standing there, what should you do?"

Several people who were squatting silently raised their heads in unison, looked at the two women with tired faces, and finally, it was Knotabagi Yuhito who said, "Senior."

"Huh?" I don't know when, except for Zenyuan Maki, who is interested in asking me about physical skills, several college students also uniformly address me as "senior". I can't figure out which field is worthy of these few people. While studying, I was a little entangled in this title: "Knotweed?"

"I will seriously remember what the senior said earlier," the young man bowed to me seriously in the mixed light and shadow field of vision: "I will look for it, thank you."

"Well," I couldn't help laughing after receiving this gift, "You must live well, Youren."

……

In order for me to follow the doctor's advice and take a good rest, several people quickly offered to leave.

Fu Heihui, who was the last to leave, stopped hesitantly before taking the door: "Senior, there is something..."

"Well, what?" I picked up a piece of honeydew melon from the washed fruit plate next to it, "If you have any questions, just tell me."

"I'm sorry, you..." The boy thought about his words, "Is there something on your back?"

"...Yes." My hand holding the melon began to tremble slightly. "What, what's wrong?"

On the back, or the back of the neck, there are flame patterns above the collar, and further down, where the collar covers is the Flying Thunder God Seal.

"It's glowing."

"—?!!!"