super dangerous novelist

"!!!" Others' eyes widened when they saw this scene, almost thinking that Jiang Ye would be crushed to death by the other party's bare hands.

Questions popped up in an instant.

Doesn't the author himself have control over his creation?

If that's the case, the magic world wouldn't need such useless people at all.

Osamu Dazai also stood up, staring there curiously.

Only the parts above the shoulders were exposed, and seeing Oda Sakunosuke seemed uneasy, he pulled out his arm and waved to him, "Don't be nervous, Oda, I'm fine~"

Oda Sakunosuke: "..." But compared with this small body of yours, it feels like it will break if you pinch it...

Then, everyone saw the toy repairer holding Jiang Ye with one hand, turning around and walking into the room like this.

"Bang—" The door closed with a sound.

Inside the house, Jiang Ye put his hands on the toy repairer's tiger's mouth, tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to show me?"

"—" The toy repairer made a vague sound.

"Okay." Jiang Ye changed his posture, resting his chin in both hands, looking around with a pair of golden dog eyes.

The toy repairer lifted the curtain that covered the other half of the house, stooped slightly, and stepped in.

Jiang Ye finally saw the layout inside.

On the shelves against the wall are various incomplete instruments, as well as internal organs packed in formalin. The most eye-catching thing is a pale woman lying on the snow-white bed in the center of the house.

Jiang Ye immediately put all his attention on this sleeping woman.

This is undoubtedly the wife of the toy repairer. She should have been repaired by the other party, but now she is sleeping like a corpse.

The toy repairer put Jiang Ye down and grunted again: "—"

Jiang Ye walked to the bed, easily understood the other person's language, and observed the woman with his eyes, "Can't wake up? Is it something that happened after coming to this world?"

"—"

"It shouldn't be, does it need the energy of this world to activate?" Jiang Ye rubbed his chin and thought.

From the current point of view, the energy corresponding to the toy repairer who was judged to be a super-level magic spirit should be magic power, and his wife fell into a coma and turned into a doll, probably due to the lack of corresponding energy in his body.

Since it can't actively absorb energy like a toy repairer, it can only rely on external force.

So he can only awaken the other party by injecting the mantra into the other party's body.

Jiang Ye immediately recalled the information he had read in the book before: the source of the curse power is the curse, the curse is the most basic energy of the curse power, and the birth of the curse spirit also comes from the curse.

Then the only way is to let the opponent swallow the curse, or even the curse spirit, as the energy for activation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye raised his eyes, "I think there is a way that might work."

"—"

"You trust me so much, then I'll let go and do a big job~"

Jiang Ye asked the toy repairer to bring a fountain pen, turned over and knelt on top of the woman on the bed, held the pen in his right hand and waved it irregularly in mid-air a few times, his eyes widened, his pupils shrank slightly, and he muttered silently .

Then, the tip of the pen fell on the woman's smooth forehead, and the wrist exerted strength to control the movement of the pen tip, drawing a string of strange but regular characters on the pale skin.

The words are like runes, but also like a strange language.

In short, it does not belong to any language system in this world...

From the moment Jiang Ye wrote the pen, he didn't blink his eyes once, and his thick, honey-like golden eyes reflected a strange red light from the brown irises.

And as picturesque runes continue to cover the woman's face, a huge and invisible force from the outside world is constantly gathering towards Jiang Ye's body, wrapping him tightly, and then following along The moving arm is condensed on the tip of the pen, turning into wisps of energy and slowly injecting into the woman's body.

However, at this moment, the scene outside the house was extremely terrifying.

The conjurer standing outside the house could only feel the terrifying aura coming from all directions like a night walk of a hundred ghosts. The momentum was so great that it could destroy the towering mountain tops, completely surpassing what they had seen and heard before.

Those curse spirits... were forcibly smashed into curses and absorbed by some inconceivable force. The number of them could not be distinguished with the naked eye, just like a curse spirit crusher.

"!" What happened inside? ?

Neither Oda Sakunosuke nor Dazai Osamu could see the curse, nor could they detect the aura. They only noticed that these people suddenly trembled, cold sweat kept oozing from their foreheads, their mouths could not be closed, and their teeth were trembling uncontrollably, as if seeing something terrible.

"?" What happened to them?

Inside the house, Jiang Ye was still drawing runes along the skin of the woman, extending from the cheeks to the neck, to the arms, and even the abdomen, thighs, and calves.

The young man who was extremely concentrated was almost crouching on the woman's body to draw patterns, and the continuous stream of curses merged into his body. He had to operate them into spell power that could be output according to the pattern he understood and comprehended. Breathing or blinking were all effects. The factors that play a role, a slight mistake may be backlashed.

However, the more crisis-ridden the moment, the more Jiang Ye emptied his mind, as if his spirit had been separated from this body, reading countless words in another space, and then feeding them back to this mechanically active body.

This feeling is very strange, more erratic than the previous state of suspended animation, like smoking a good tobacco, the aroma of nicotine lingers in my heart for a long time...

The last stroke was on the soles of the woman's feet. After finishing the seemingly simple circle drawing, Jiang Ye finally closed his eyes slowly, opened his mouth and exhaled a foul breath, and turned his head to show a smile to the toy repairer.

"That's it...it's done..." After finishing speaking, his body shook twice, and then he fell on the bed.

The sound of shallow breathing quickly came from there.

After all, drawing these patterns exhausted all his energy.

The toy repairer watched everything, and also saw that after Jiang Ye passed out, those weird words began to flow on his wife's skin, and at the same time flashed with light, the ink gradually faded as it flowed, as if it melted into the skin .

In an instant, the rune was completely hidden in the woman's body, and then she heard the other party open her mouth naturally and let out a breath: "Huh—"

The chest began to rise and fall slowly.

There seemed to be a slight change in the expressionless face of the toy repairer. He walked to the bedside and glanced at his wife, then reached out to hold the sleeping Jiang Ye in his palm.

The huge rough hands are not as rude as they seem, in fact, they treat the boy with the same care as they usually repair toys.

In its hands, the boy was like a soft animal cub, lying sideways in it, with his soft and delicate face buried on it, and he let out a soft snorting sound from his mouth.

The frightening aura finally dissipated, and the people outside dared to take a big breath.

In their sight, the door of the gray house was pushed open from the inside, and a huge toy repairer came out of it, holding something in his hand.

When they took a closer look, it was Jiang Yexue!

At this time, the other party curled up in the hands of the monster like a defenseless child, with a beautiful and harmless face.

"……"what happens?Wouldn't it really be killed by the curse spirit?

They saw the tall gray monster walking towards the other two ordinary people, and for some reason they could see a trace of solemnity from the other's actions and faces.

It seemed that what he held in his hands was not an ordinary mortal, but a divine existence like the Son of God.

Oda Sakunosuke quietly looked at the toy repairer walking towards him, and his eyes fell on the person in the opponent's hand.

Jiang Ye looked like he was sleeping...

Then the toy repairman stopped in front of him, "—"

It made an indistinguishable sound from its mouth, and at the same time sent the person in its hand towards them.

Oda Sakunosuke looked up at the toy repairer, then looked down at the sleepy boy, and then opened his hand to take it from the toy repairer.

He let Jiang Ye's chin rest on his shoulder, and supported the opponent's thigh with both hands. With Jiang Ye's weight, he could easily lift him up with one hand.

And even when he was unconscious, Jiang Ye still consciously stretched out his arms to hug the nearby parts, rubbed his head to find the most comfortable angle and continued to sleep, the breath out of his mouth still had a little sweet taste of fruit.

Oda: "..."

This pose...is like holding a child.

Seeing that Jiang Ye's friend received him well, the toy repairer turned around and left, and closed the door after returning to his house.

Everything returned to calm again, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief belatedly.

Osamu Dazai saw that the repaired mafia members were in a trance for a while, and then seemed to find that his enemy was also around, and they all looked at each other vigilantly and hostilely, as if they were about to fight if they disagreed.

On the other side, several people from unknown forces finally mustered up the courage to walk towards Oda Sakunosuke's direction.

"Leave him to us," said the magician who was walking in front.

Oda Sakunosuke did not move, but took a step back, "What kind of organization are you? I will not easily hand over Eno to someone who cannot be trusted."

"Then let me tell you, we are a conjurer, and he is still under supervision. We need to take him back to wait for instructions from his superiors." The man said in an orderly tone, "You'd better not resist Otherwise, we cannot guarantee your personal safety."

Oda Sakunosuke received the warning, but still did not hand over Jiang Ye to the other party, "Sorry, I still can't trust you."

"..."

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

At this time, a tall man with a short-shaved head came from a distance, and it was Noctua Moth, who was supposed to go through the publication procedures.

He walked up to Oda Sakunosuke in a few steps, and the expression on his face was not mixed with any false meaning, "I am the magician and teacher in charge of Eno, I assure you, we will not treat him until Eno wakes up." do what."

Oda Sakunosuke met his eyes, then lowered his eyelashes as if carefully considering the other party's credibility.

"Well, I'll just leave Jiang Ye to you."

I believe that Jiang Ye will encounter these things, and it has something to do with what he has done. As his friend, Oda Sakunosuke can only hand over the other party to the most trustworthy person.

And Night Moth clearly seemed to fit his criteria best.

"Don't worry." Ye Mo reached out and pulled Jiang Ye from the opponent's arms, let Jiang Ye's head rest on his chest, and supported the opponent with one hand.

Then Jiang Ye's hand subconsciously grabbed Noctua's clothes.

Night Moth: "..." I feel the dependence from the other party.

They were about to take Jiang Ye back when they heard a gunshot behind them. Looking back, they found that the people who had been repaired were attacking each other.

Among the group of people, the leading man shouted: "No matter what, they have already heard about the shipment! They must not be allowed to leave alive!"

They took their weapons out of their pockets, held guns, knives, or anything that could cause harm, and then the two forces began to struggle fiercely.

Someone was shot, someone was stabbed by a knife, someone was strangled by a thin thread...

The breath of death spread for a while.

"It's broken again... What a waste." Osamu Dazai looked sullen, "These guys don't need to live at all."

"..." The conjurers all fell silent.

They no longer paid attention to the melee behind them, and did not forget to withdraw their tents before leaving.

Dazai looked at their leaving figures, and walked up to Oda Sakunosuke, "You handed them over so easily?"

"I think that person is trustworthy." Oda Sakunosuke replied.

"How do you know? It's obviously the first time we met." Dazai Osamu couldn't understand Oda Sakunosuke's approach. If it was him, he might have fought back and forth a few times, and he would never compromise unless he reached a satisfactory condition.

"Ah...probably intuition."

"Odasaku, you are such a strange person."

"Well, it's okay." Oda Sakunosuke had already ignored Dazai's address to him, and turned his head to leave, "Let's go, your brother has been taken away, so I can only take care of you."

"Do you think I'm someone who needs to be taken care of?" Dazai Osamu followed slowly.

"At least you brothers can't be separated again."

"..." Osamu Dazai raised his hands behind his head, turned his eyes to other places, and then turned to Sakunosuke Oda, "Then tell me about my brother."

"Oh that's fine."

On the other side, Noctua took Jiang Ye back to the Tokyo High School of Conjuration and temporarily placed him in the original dormitory.

The Presbyterian Church is currently examining two conjurers who have regained consciousness.

According to preliminary tests, the two people's consciousness and memory have been well preserved, and their physiology can also function normally as usual.

But the subsequent discovery was extremely disappointing, and they all lost the ability to use spells.

In the eyes of the Presbyterian Church, it makes no difference whether they are alive or not.

The conjuration world still lost two first-level conjurers.

However, all of this will be blamed on Jiang Ye Xuezhen. It is he who created the curse spirit, and it is his incompetence that caused the current situation.

The superior's order was quickly issued to the Noctuma Zhengdao side, saying that he would be locked up in a confinement room for interrogation.

Before Ye Moth could report the situation to his superiors, two people came and lifted Jiang Ye out of the bed.

The two men acted very rudely. One held his upper arm and the other grabbed his ankle. They threw him into the confinement room in front of everyone and tied him to a chair with ropes.

Even after being treated so roughly, Jiang Ye still slept soundly, showing no signs of waking up.

"The elders are still willing to give him another chance, so you wake up people now and convey the elders' thoughts to him."

"If he still doesn't repent, he will be punished by death." Those people said to Noctua.

Noctua Moth had a lot of things to say when he heard the words, but seeing their impatient looks, he had to get straight to the point: "What do the elders mean...?"

"Let him give up that curse spirit voluntarily, just like you wrote in the report, he does have a way to decide the life and death of the curse spirit, just do it like last time."

"..." Noctua fell into a brief silence.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Is there something wrong with those two conjurers?"

"Those two are basically useless now. If they can't use spells, even if they are resurrected, they won't be useful at all."

"...So that's how it is."

After they left for a while, a few students immediately surrounded Noctua.

Gojo Satoru: "What heinous thing did he do that deserves to be executed?"

"That's right, Teacher Ye Moth, isn't there room for change?" Jia Ruozi didn't want Jiang Ye to die so soon, she also wanted to discuss her favorite cigarette brand with him, and she also wanted to sit and drink together under the stars.

"It should be conditional. Will the elder execute someone casually..." Xia Youjie said, looking at Noctua with some doubts.

Night Moth: "..." What are you all looking at me for?

So he avoided all the questions, raised his hand and chased people away: "It's none of your business, don't get close to the confinement room, go train yourself."

"Cut~"

The students dispersed in a rush, and he lowered his head and sighed only after the night moth stood still.

Entering the confinement room and closing the door, the whole room is like a square box, the walls are covered with talisman papers painted with runes, various talisman papers are hung from the ceiling, bright yellow lamps are placed on the ground, Add a slightly brighter tone to this depressing room.

In the center of the room, a sleepy teenager was bent over even though his upper body was bound by a rope, and he could fold his body while sitting on a chair, with his head buried between his legs.

After the moth approached, he could still hear the soothing breathing of the other party.

"..." She must have slept too hard.

It has been half a day since I was brought back, what did I do to fall into such a deep sleep?

Is it related to the huge energy he sensed before arriving?

"Jiang Ye, wake up." Ye Mo straightened him up, reached out and patted the other person's cheek.

Seeing that there was no response, Noctua continued its efforts and increased the volume.

"Hey, wake up!"

Noctua had tried his best, he didn't want to use violence, but Jiang Ye and the outside world seemed to be blocked by a solid barrier, and all his voices and movements could not be shaken.

In the end, a wonderful method flashed in Noctua's mind...

Jiang Ye felt that his consciousness was floating in endless space, which was a comfort and freedom that he had never experienced before.

He wanted to have fun in this space, but a voice kept warning him.

The voice said that the time has been long enough, and go back quickly when you have played enough.

While the voice reverberated, it was accompanied by an uncontrollable pain, as if there was a foreign object in his brain, always stimulating him and warning him to take action quickly.

Such bursts of tingling stimulation were enough to drive him crazy.

It's so annoying... What kind of thing are you to dare to control my actions?

I can play as long as I like, can you control me? !

Finally, the stinging pain became more and more intense, and Jiang Yexue was so annoyed that he burst out with killing intent.

While his consciousness was still blurred, the black-haired boy suddenly clenched his teeth and exposed his sharp canine teeth. His hands were tied behind him and his hands stretched straight. The blue veins were clearly visible. Extra sharp.

But in the next second, a wisp of smoke mixed with the smell of nicotine was inhaled into the nasal cavity.

This smell effectively dispelled the bursts of pain, and the gloomy and ferocious young man suddenly calmed down, and the hands behind him gradually returned to normal, sniffing the familiar smell with the tip of his nose.

Like a puppy.

Ye Mo raised an eyebrow and looked at the scene in front of him.

At the beginning, the young man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his whole body was tense, he gritted his teeth and frowned at the things in the dream, and the golden pupils hidden under the shadow of bangs seemed to be obscured by something. Shrinking into a slender shape, pure and sharp killing intent swept the entire room.

But at this time, he had already lit the cigarette, and the smoke floated in front of the young man along the airflow, and the other party really calmed down the first moment he smelled it.

Do you like cigarettes that much?

Jiang Ye still had his eyes closed, but his body kept leaning forward, and the tip of his nose couldn't stop inhaling the smell in the air. If it wasn't for the restraints behind him holding him back, Noctua would not have doubted that he could fall directly to the ground.

"If you still don't wake up, I'll throw it away." Night Moth said, trying to throw the cigarette out.

As soon as the words fell, the person with empty eyes immediately regained his spirits, and the haze dissipated, "It's cigarettes!"

Seeing the joyful expression on the young man's face, Ye Moth felt extraordinarily complicated, and walked over to stuff the cigarette into the other's mouth.

Jiang Ye took a sip as he wished, and the brilliance in his eyes became brighter, "You are so kind, Teacher Ye Moth."

"Shouldn't you be concerned about your own situation first?"

Hearing the words, Jiang Ye lowered his head to look at his bound body, and realized later: "Oh...how am I locked up?"

"The two magicians woke up, but lost the ability to use spells. The elders are very dissatisfied with this."

"Ah, no wonder I always felt that something was missing. It turned out to be a spell." Jiang Ye showed a sudden look with a cigarette in his mouth, and then said in an indifferent tone, "Then the big deal is to send it back to fix it again, it's just a small problem."

"But what the Presbyterian Council means is for you to take the initiative to eliminate the curse spirit..." Noctua felt that there was still room for discussion based on Jiang Ye's reaction.

"Mr. Ye Moth, you can just convey my words to them." Jiang Ye let the soot fall on him, with an unshakable gleam in his eyes, "Even if I die someday, My work cannot be sacrificed."

"Their existence must be eternal."

"Although I can understand your thoughts, sometimes stubbornness will really drive you to a dead end." Noctua's face is solemn, "I will report it to the elders immediately and try to be lenient. You'd better go back think about it."

"I've made it very clear that no one can touch my work." Jiang Ye looked away, as if listening and respecting.

"Is work more important than life to you?" Noctua finally expressed his doubts. He wanted to know the reason, the reason why Jiang Ye was so paranoid.

"Yeah, I understood it from the time I saw that manuscript." Jiang Ye looked up, his eyes passed through the night moth, through the runes on the wall, and extended to the memory of the past.

That was his deepest memory when he was locked up in the hospital as a prisoner of war...

The patients there were obsessed with teaching him to read and speak Russian, while another cancer patient recorded his pain in a manuscript while suffering from the disease.

Sickness, death, isolation, fear of death, surrender or struggle, let him see the most authentic appearance of life.

And the simplest form that can record all this is words, words are life.

He was reborn from words.

In other words, words are the meaning of Jiang Ye Xuezhen's life.

"Mr. Ye Moth, my works are as important as my life. If they disappear, then even if I can still breathe, the person 'Jiano Xuezhen' will no longer exist."

"……I understand."

Night Moth immediately left the confinement room and reported the situation to his superiors.

Jiang Ye was biting the cigarette that had been extinguished long ago in boredom, and glanced lazily at the surrounding walls.

"At least give me another cigarette, Mr. Ye Moth..."

Fortunately, after the superior heard that he could practice again, his attitude changed slightly, and he issued an order to implement it the next day, but the treatment of the super-level spell spirit was still not removed.

Quite a posture of killing a donkey.

During the time Noctua left, Gojo Satoru and the others took the opportunity to sneak outside the confinement room to investigate the situation.

Gojo Satoru was mainly curious about what Jiang Ye did, because he couldn't even perceive the spell power before, but there were many restrictions set up inside and outside the confinement room, and it wasn't impossible for the relevant personnel to crack the method of entry.

But these are a piece of cake for Six Eyes.

When he broke the restraint and entered the confinement room with two other people, he found that Jiang Ye had broken free and was playing with the lamp on the ground.

"It's you guys, did you bring your cigarettes? I seem to have left them somewhere else." Jiang Ye peeled off the paper pasted around the candle, revealing the flickering inner core of the candle.

Wujo Wu frowned: "You still think about cigarettes at this time, don't you have any sense of crisis?"

Xia Youjie first looked around the interior of the confinement room, and then looked at the broken rope. It could be seen that the runes engraved on it had no effect on Jiang Ye.

"I heard that you are going to be executed, what are your last words?"

"What unlucky things to say, the order from the Presbyterian Council has not yet been officially issued." Jiarui Nizi glanced at him, then squatted on the edge of Jiang Ye and stroked the top of the other's hair.

"I'm not going to die." Jiang Ye Xuezhen tore off a piece of irregular paper, and silently reached out to the flame to watch it be ignited.

Suddenly there was a smell of burnt smoke in the house.

Gojo Satoru understood that this guy was either burning cigarettes or something else.

"Hey, what have you done?"

Jiang Ye bowed his head and played with fire, "If you want to say what I did... maybe I just wrote an article."

After finishing speaking, he looked up again as if remembering something, "Has my article been published?"

It's been a day.

Jia Ruozi shook his head, "I haven't seen it yet..."

"Your article will arouse people's negative emotions. The elders may have taken this into account and temporarily pressed it, otherwise the curse spirit will become stronger and stronger." Xia Youjie speculated.

"But we clearly made an agreement." Jiang Ye's expression was tinged with disappointment.

"Do you think the elders are so easy to talk to?" Although Gojo Satoru said so, subconsciously, he felt that those high-level people always looked superior and domineering, which was inexplicably annoying.

"Jiang Ye, don't think about the article, the most important thing is to find a way to avoid the possibility of the death penalty." Jia Ruozi persuaded.

The black-haired boy just stared at the flames that scorched the paper black, and the same flames danced in his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll let them publish it."

"..." Why do you only have that article in your eyes!

"Are you still thinking about making a big fuss? You are sending yourself to a dead end. Don't forget, you can't even control the magic power proficiently." Gojo Satoru couldn't understand his mentality of being so obsessed with articles. It is also reasonable to say such a thing with a strong strength, but Jiang Ye is a bit too inconspicuous in his eyes.

At least he must be able to control the magic spirit to assist him, or master a life-saving technique, otherwise where would he have the ambition to declare war on the Elder Council?

Jiang Ye didn't even bother to look at him, "I've said it all, I can't die."

Everyone: "?" Could it be another invention of the same nature as the fake death bomb last time?

Xia Youjie directly explained the problem: "First, the magic world is not so easy to fool, and second, you don't have to rush to die."

It was rare to meet someone who was not so boring, and he didn't want to see him die so soon.

"Your definition of 'death' is really superficial. Is the death of the body the so-called 'death'? Then what is the destruction of the soul? And when the two coexist, people can still be considered alive Is life and death really such a simple definition?"

Jiang Ye leaned on the shoulder of Jia Ruozi, half-closed his eyelashes and said slowly.

"..." Xia Youjie seemed to be touched somewhere in his heart by this sentence, and was speechless for a while.

Wu Tiao Wu followed his words in twists and turns, and finally felt troublesome, raised his hand and grabbed a handful of messy white hair, "So you think that even if you die, you are still alive? But I remember that there is a kind that can remove the flesh. A ritual where body and soul are destroyed together, then you will really have nothing left."

Jiang Ye clicked impatiently, "It's too much effort to communicate with you! Do you need to think about such an obvious thing? I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

"Why is it your turn to lose your temper?" Gojo Gojo inexplicably felt that the other party was looking down on him, rolled up his sleeves, and really wanted to give him two.

"Forget it, we've stayed here long enough." Xia Youjie took Wujo Wu's hand that was about to move, and walked towards the door.

Gojo Satoru: "No, I must let this kid taste my fist today!"

"Do you want to taste my fist? Huh?" Noctua's voice suddenly sounded from the rear, followed by the sound of two fists hitting Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie's heads.

"..." Wujo Wu pointed at Jiang Ye, who was playing with fire, with the big bag on his head, "Noctua, he broke free without authorization."

Xia Youjie rubbed his forehead, "He can tell even if you don't tell me."

Gojo Wu doesn't care, he just wants to fight back.

"Mr. Ye Moth, cigarettes." Jiang Ye muttered and stretched out his arms to Ye Moth, like a child asking for a hug from an adult.

Under the signal of Ye Moth's eyes, Jiarui Nizi got up and went out, and bid farewell to Jiang Ye affectionately while walking, "Be sure to be well!"

"It's really a group of troublesome students." Night Moth said wearily after closing the door after they all drove away.

His gaze shifted to the person sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the paper lantern that was burned to ashes in front of him, "That's a special rope with charms added, how did you break free?"

"Isn't this a simple matter?" Jiang Ye asked.

"..." Forget it, it's better not to ask.

"Mr. Ye Moth, haven't my articles been published yet?"

Noctua paused for a moment when he heard this, and pressed his fingers to his sore temples, "Sorry, the superior has temporarily shelved it because of the curse factor, and because of the loss of the curse, it will not be considered in a short time."

Jiang Ye tilted his head to one side, "Does this count as dishonesty?"

"Sorry, this is an instruction from the superior."

"It's not Teacher Ye Moth's fault. It seems that I can only negotiate with them myself." Jiang Ye showed a gentle smile to Ye Moth, but the second half of the sentence lost its previous warmth.

"..." Is it really a negotiation?You won't make those elders jump with anger like last time, will you?

"You can stay here for the time being tonight. A commissioner will come to pick you up tomorrow." Ye Mo felt that no amount of words could change Jiang Ye's mind. After speaking, he walked out of the confinement room and added another sentence before closing the door, " Don't set the house on fire."

"Ok~"

"..."

Jiang Ye didn't continue to play with fire, because he had exhausted all his energy to absorb the magic power before, and he still didn't recover now.

He shrank into a corner, leaned his back against the corner, put his hands on his legs and fell asleep.

The urging voice still exists, especially when his consciousness is empty.

There was also that burst of tingling pain, as if a needle was stabbing in his brain, which was enough to completely wipe out a person's reason.

Then one night later, Jiang Ye woke up and found that the walls around him were covered with sharp scratches and broken boards, and there were some sawdust in his nails, and there were...

"Bah bah!" Could it be that he was sleepwalking?

Have nightmares about gnawing and scratching at walls? ?

At dawn, a commissioner sent by the Presbyterian Church came to look for him, and when he opened the door, he saw the situation in the confinement room.

The mission target sat in a corner with his legs crossed, a piece of sawdust he just spit out stuck to his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth, the wooden wall behind him was already beyond recognition, and there were rough scratches vertically and horizontally.

However, Jiang Ye smiled at them, so well-behaved and harmless.

"..."

Out of caution, they clasped Jiang Ye's wrist with a stronger iron chain, leaving one end for the guide to hold.

Jiang Ye was led out of the confinement room by the people in front, and the night moth also came over at this time.

Then I heard the person in front say to him: "Go find a harder muzzle, the kind used by dogs will do."

Ye Moth's face was full of question marks, and his eyes fell on Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye blinked innocently, muttered twice, and opened his mouth to spit out the fine sawdust and paper scraps licked from between his teeth.

"..."

When several students saw Jiang Ye, the other party had already put on an iron muzzle to prevent dogs from biting people, and there were two talisman papers pasted on the muzzle.

His slender and white wrists were also fixed by iron chains. The hard chains had rubbed red marks on his skin, and pieces of restraining talismans were wrapped around his forearms all the way around his wrists, and the iron chains The other end is held by a person.

Those who didn't know thought it was the vicious dog coming out of the mountain.

However, Jiang Ye's obedient and beautiful eyebrows and eyes are slightly drooping, and there are red marks on his face from sleeping, and his eyes are blurred and ignorant, which has nothing to do with the word "vicious dog"...

Gojo Satoru and the others were still at a loss, because they really couldn't understand how these people's brain circuits were long, and they were so cautious.

At this moment, the person holding Jiang Ye walked up to them, stretched out his hand holding the chain, and at the same time pulled Jiang Ye a step forward.

The man said: "It's a student of Noctuma, you should also come to this mission and take it well."

Seeing that no one responded, the man directly shoved the chain to Gojo Satoru who was standing at the front, "Keep your distance, he is very dangerous."

Jiang Ye's beautiful eyes looked at them, and he uttered very cooperatively: "Wow!"

"..." Gojo Satoru held the iron chain and looked at Jiang Ye with complicated eyes.

Well, it's weird...

Xia Youjie also hesitated to speak, only Nitzi came alive.

"Jano who was treated like a dog...well, lustful..."