Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Following the Lion King's gesture, Xia Youjie just blinked his eyes and saw the dark, suspected magic creature that appeared out of thin air a second ago, standing on top of the Lion King's head with its front feet, and standing on its shoulders with its back feet .

The aura exuding from it - Xia Youjie didn't take those cultural lessons in vain, this is undoubtedly a super imaginary mantra.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Your Kyoto mantra is a bit too high, right?

The super imaginary magic spirit is not a joke. Xia Youjie decisively used up the last quota of magic spirits and replaced the second-level magic spirit with a newly acquired first-level magic spirit that is infinitely closer to the special level.

He pretended that he didn't see the sneaking Andi, and changed his strategy. Mingming's first level was only defensive, and he took one to deal with the Lion King and Nue.

Barely counting as three-on-three, I just hope that Wu can quickly exorcise the curse spirit and end the game as soon as possible.

Over there, Nue disappeared in place, Gojo Gojo swung his fist in the air.

"Recalled back again?" He asked Kamo Tsurumi enthusiastically, "I also want to be a Pokémon master. It's so interesting to come and go!"

Wujo Wu is clearly on top, Xia Youjie's expectations will eventually come to nothing.

"Then you have to go to Zhenxin Town to find Hiroshi Oki when you are ten years old. If you pass his test, you can get your own Pokémon."

"So you can go find the time machine now."

Kamo Tsurumi shook his painful right hand. He explained it many times, but Gojo Satoru just didn't believe it, "I told you I'm not a Pokémon..."

Gojo Satoru threw out a magic ball to interrupt him, Kamo Tsurumi spread his five fingers and bounced back with spiritual power.

The two of them played the pinball game back and forth like this. A few magic balls were taken back, but most of them fell on the ground, and there was almost no place to stay in the open space around them.

"This is boring, you have other tricks," Gojo Satoru turned into Pac-Man, opening and closing his mouth, "Let, I, look, look."

Since he wants to see it, then satisfy him

Kamo Tsurumi's eyes darkened, besides, the time was almost up.

"Look above."

His finger pointed to the sky, and Gojo Satoru also raised his head.

The sun in the sky recedes silently from its right position, insisting on going its own way between the clouds and the mountain peaks, radiating yellowish sunlight to remind human beings of the current time.

While Gojo Satoru was still looking at the sky and pondering, he took out the prepared blood bag and threw it over, only to be blocked by No Lower Limit as expected.

All that is required is that he do so.

Kamo Tsuru rolled his eyes with a smile, controlled the spiritual power needle to puncture the blood bag, the blood exploded from the torn bag, and quickly spread in a net shape around an infinite range, becoming a bondage net to imprison Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru didn't resist, and watched with great interest as he manipulated the blood into a cage, obediently being imprisoned.

"Ja, Mao—"

"Tsuru see."

Kamo Tsurumi corrected his 'mistake' with a frown, took out another blood bag from his arms, controlled it to become a reclining chair, and lay on it comfortably to heal the wound.

"You guys can still use the red blood technique like this." Wujo Satoru was amazed by the reclining chair, jumping up and down in the cage, the experience of being locked up was the first time in his life.

"Hiss—" Kamo Tsurumi was still using spiritual power to heal his wounds, and the process of healing himself would be painful.

He shook his toes twice towards Gojo Wujo, signaling him to take it easy, and sighed: "You should think about how to get out."

The cage formed by the blood is not purely composed of mana, Kamo Tsurumi specially discarded most of the mana, just to make it have the shape of a cage.

The structure of the outer circle of the cage is mantra power, while the inner circle is full of spiritual power. Unless it is cracked with spiritual power or Kamo Tsurumi disarms it on his own, the people inside should not think about it.

People outside can break it with a punch, but there is no one who can help him now.

Gojo Satoru tried to knock it away with the magic ball, but just like the bouncing ball that the two of them 'played' just now, the magic ball bounced back immediately when it touched the spiritual power, almost hit Gojo Satoru's face, and was caught by him Withdraw the mana.

He then turned on No Lower Limit, trying to use No Lower Limit to simply collide with spiritual power, but the result is obvious: spiritual power doesn't take this kind of thing.

The mantra turned into a blade and tried to cut the spiritual power, but stopped at the first cut.

The obstructive blindfold prevented his six eyes from getting information about spiritual power, and Wujo Satoru became increasingly irritable staying in it.

"Hey brat, what the hell is this?"

He asked in a blunt tone.

"Spiritual power." He replied weakly, closing his eyes and sucking in a breath of cool air, even the act of breathing would make his abdomen ache.

Kamo Tsurumi's hand was stuck to his abdomen, which was the injury he received when Gojo Satoru caught the opportunity and punched him, the pain caused his sensory organs to deform.

He leaned back on the recliner and raised his head, straightened his neck and exhaled heavily from his mouth. The sweat on his forehead flowed into his ears and affected part of his hearing. He turned his body and lay on his side, curled up and limp into the recliner, and murmured:

"It hurts to death..."

Gojo Satoru looked thoughtfully at his treatment.

If mantras are derived from negative emotions, then healing spiritual powers are positive emotions?The opposite of?

He thought of the inversion technique, and the previous descriptions of "咱——咔咚! It can be used like this", "It's just Duludulupa! Doesn't it work?".

No, no, no, it's not a reference at all.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, now if he wanted to crack this cage, he could only start with "spiritual power".

The formation and source of spiritual power is a false proposition for this world. The only Kamo Tsurumi who owns and can use it can't explain it clearly. He doesn't think Gojo Satoru can escape easily. wait for time to end

It's almost here, the sun is already setting towards the mountain.

He couldn't help yawning, and stopped paying attention to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was still fighting against the spiritual power. He seemed to have learned something from repeated experiments. He attached his hand to the spiritual power in the inner circle, lowered his head and fell silent.

For the first time, the six eyes under the blindfold were not opened, and the surrounding information could flood into the mind even without the help of the six eyes.

The world became dead silent and noisy.

The shivering and restlessness of the leaves, the howling of the cold wind, and the flying and domineering of the sun.

Kamo was bleeding, the brat was breathing heavily, and Tsurumi was biting his lips.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and Gojo Satoru involuntarily closed his eyes, searching for the pair of red pupils buried in his mind.

The mantra in his palm receded, gradually glowing red, pressing on the spiritual power to blend with it.

The spiritual power retreated steadily, losing to the red light.

Kamo Tsurumi, who was taking a nap, naturally sensed something was wrong, sat up from the recliner and left, allowing the recliner to be penetrated by a beam of red light.

The magic power contained in the blood was shattered and splashed on the ground.

"Just kidding..."

Kamo Tsurumi never expected that Gojo Satoru would come out so soon, and still broke through his spiritual power in this way.

That beam of red light is different from the mana power, it has nearly twice the power of the same mana power, and it comes from the same source as the mana power.

——Spell reversal.

"what,"

A laugh escaped his throat, and his brilliant six eyes were covered by blindfolds, and the wounds all over Gojo Satoru's body were healed rapidly visible to the naked eye.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

He bent down and laughed loudly, and there was a faint sob in the laughter, and after listening carefully, he realized that it was the creepy sound of breathing from his chest.

"That's great too hahahaha!"

Putting on the blindfold with his hand, he wanted to take it off, but the only sliver of clarity in his head stopped him. Instead, he pressed the palm of his hand on his forehead, and his slender white fingers crossed the edge of the blindfold and inserted into the hair, digging into the scalp painlessly.

--scare.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Gojo Satoru kept his head up, his mouth was wide open but no sound came out, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gojo Satoru with this appearance made Kamo Tsurumi's scalp numb, every cell in his body was screaming for danger, his body was tense to the extreme, and the wounds on his body that hadn't healed in time began to bleed again.

But he had already ignored the pain, and even his breathing became slow, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.

Kamo Tsurumi couldn't talk about "delaying", "blocking" or anything else about Gojo Satoru, as long as he didn't notice, he would be thankful.

Comprehended the Wujo Satoru of [Spell Reversal], comprehended the Gojo Satoru of [Reverse Spell].

No, did he really fully understand it?

Kamo Tsurumi had a doubt in his heart, Gojo Satoru captured the inspiration during the time of being locked up, it stands to reason that ordinary people would only have this kind of breakthrough when they were dying or other times, although Gojo Satoru is not an ordinary person .

So is it possible to be "one-off"?

You won't know until you try it.

Kamo Crane's expression darkened when he saw this, and he calmly manipulated the blood gushing out of the wound. This time it was no longer the 'bullet' like a ski resort's bullet against a third-level curse spirit, but a slightly larger one shaped like a small stone. Regular spherical.

This 'pebble' is bigger than the 'bullet', and it has given up the speed of the 'bullet'. Naturally, it is not a lethal type. It exists only for——

The 'little stone' jumped out from the wound and hit Gojo Satoru's hand close to his forehead. He seemed to wake up from it too. His hand finally let go of his hair and the hair came out. His head returned to a normal angle, and his six eyes looked through the blindfold Kamo Tsurumi.

——Wake up Wujo Wu.

The auditory hallucinations filled his ears receded like a tide, and Kamo Tsurumi's tense body relaxed. After a short period of high concentration, he suddenly relaxed so that he couldn't use his strength. The calf muscles didn't listen to the command, and his knee almost hit the ground directly.

Only Gojo Satoru held him back.

He thought, Gojo Satoru probably didn't have good intentions such as "I was knocked awake and I helped him when he was about to fall", otherwise why would he be dragged and then immediately pushed to the ground.

Now it is his right shoulder that is being pressed by Gojo Satoru's left hand, and it just happens to be pressed tightly on the wounded place.

Gojo Satoru's outstretched right hand was sticking to the stomach, and it happened to stick to the wounded place.

The calf bone was pressed by Gojo Satoru with his knee, and it just happened to be heavily pressed on the place where there was a wound.

He was lying face up on the ground with a "big" character, and Gojo Satoru had "accidentally" touched all the visible wounds all over his body.

Such a situation.

Definitely on purpose, absolutely.

Kamo Tsurumi's chest rose and fell violently, and he took a deep breath to remind himself not to be angry and not to be angry with children.

However, Gojo Satoru pushed his face to the other side with his spare right hand, lowered his head and leaned into his ear and said:

"I caught you, brat, and I won."

"Tchha."

Kamo Tsuru saw that his anger was gone, he couldn't help laughing, even tears, he didn't know if it was because of his innocence or the unhindered achievement of his goal.

"What did I say just now?"

"Oh yeah, I said 'don't jump to conclusions'."

The whole broadcast began to broadcast at the right time: "This is the end of the team competition, the winner: Kyoto Prefectural College of Conjuration."

Gojo Satoru suddenly let go of his hand, and the cheeks of the people under him were stained with blood and mud from his hands, and he opened and closed his mouth and said:

"Fool."

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The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, just, being pushed down, and being out of shape, it's my [beep——]! !

I figured out the spiritual power cage, and after thinking for a long time how Gojo Satoru could break through, I can only let him do it for a few seconds to be the strongest