Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Awful."

Fu Heihui looked at the casual-looking mantra in front of him expressionlessly, with cold sweat on his palms.Maybe he was led by his unreliable guardian. In such a critical situation, he can still divert his thoughts a little bit to the schoolbag that he didn't know where he threw it when he escaped.

"Awful."

He repeated again in a low voice, trying not to attract the attention of the curse spirit and backed away, but his back touched a solid wall, causing his heart to sink suddenly.Being tricked by those bad boys into this abandoned school building is bad enough, but I didn't expect to encounter a curse spirit that I can't defeat at this stage, and now I am forced to a dead end, it is simply unfortunate to come home.

He could only find a way to delay the time, Fu Heihui panted to avoid the spiked tail of the curse spirit, and ran in the opposite direction desperately.When he was hiding before, he took the opportunity to send a text message to Gojo Satoru. Even if he didn't want that man to see his embarrassed side, he had no choice but to hope that Gojo Satoru would arrive in time.

But there are always times when his physical strength is exhausted, not to mention that he is only a child.

Can't dodge.

The foul-smelling mouthparts of the curse spirit were almost within reach, and Fu Heihui used his last bit of strength to forcefully move away the important parts of his body, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

The expected pain did not strike.Fu Heihui opened his eyes and saw the huge body of the curse spirit falling down and dissipating slowly. An arrow that had just left the string was stably inserted into the ugly head, and the green arrow feathers were still trembling in the air.

"Hey, didn't you hurt you?" A figure stood in front of him against the light and asked in a voice between a teenager and a young man.A purple-red cloak was thrown over his head and face. The material seemed to be some unknown tanned animal fur. Fu Heihui smelled a strong smell of grass and a faint smell of blood inside. The stains on his face were covered with this soft cloak The leather is patiently wiped off.

"The child is really weak." Kurikawa Soryu thought that the child who was attacked by the curse spirit must have been frightened. Although in order to maintain the character design of the vest, he did not behave very well, but he still used his eyes without any trace. Observed carefully.

It didn't look like there were any wounds on the outside, but it was hard to guarantee that he had suffered some internal injuries before being rescued. □□The boy with his upper body lifted the boy from the ground. This prairie hunter named Atleiyu was extraordinarily powerful, and he picked up a child with ease.

"Thank you." Fu Heihui was slightly taken aback by the sudden suspension of his body. As a precocious child, he was reluctant to be hugged by others since he was very young. Staying obediently in Kurikawa's arms.

The previous running made this young child feel a little tired. He managed to calm down his breathing and turned his head with great effort. Only then did he see the appearance of his savior. He was about a teenager and not tall. He has thick blue-black semi-long hair that is tied up, and only a purple-red leather cloak is on his upper body. It seems that because of the use of the ability just now, his skin has a faint olive green color, and a strange white totem has emerged. At that time, those features that were different from ordinary people were slowly fading away, and the bare upper arm was covered with a thin layer of muscle, which was also the reason why he could be easily picked up.

After confirming that the boy in his arms was unharmed, Li Chuan no longer hugged Fuhei in Bengren's pose, but slipped up with one hand and carried him outside: "Since you can see it, you should know that the boy You don’t want to stay outside alone at night, brat?”

It has to be said that Li Chuan is indeed a person who is very verbose when facing children. Fu Heihui tried to ask him for information several times, but was blocked by his irony and advice with a gun and a stick. He didn't get a chance to interrupt at all, and could only watch him turn around nimbly and disappear into the night.

"You run pretty fast." A tall, white-haired young man emerged from the teaching building, flipping a green arrow with his fingertips. His six eyesight allowed him to see clearly even at night. A figure of a boy in a buffalo cape flying over the roof.

Fu Heihui looked at Wujo Wu's appearance that he was here a long time ago, suppressed his anger, and asked knowingly, "Did you just arrive?"

"No, just when I was about to get rid of it, I saw a hero saving the beauty, and I watched you guys having a good time, am I super caring?"

Fu Heihui was used to Wujo Satoru's unreliability, and began to calmly think about how to make Tsumiji not worry, that he would definitely be talked about again when he returned home at this point, and how to get back from revenge.

Will Gojo Satoru treat you to another high-end sushi meal?It still feels like a loss.Fu Heihui didn't show it on his face, but Wujo Wu sneezed twice in a row.

"Hui, you definitely said bad things about me, I caught you." The white-haired young man ignored Fu Heihui's resistance, and childishly rubbed the middle school student's cheeks with baby fat.

"Don't you need to go after him?" After finally breaking free from the shackles of the super-class magician, Fu Heihui was very puzzled by the behavior of her guardian staying in place.

"It's not a big problem, let alone Hui's 'hero'."

"But after all, the identity is unknown, isn't it? And wild magicians should also be reported." Fu Heihui consciously ignored some words in Wutiao Wu's words, trying to get the topic back on track. Their identities are almost like reversed.

"It's okay, don't be so serious all day long," Gojo Satoru's voice was full of jokes, and Fu Heihui had an intuition that nothing good would happen next, "The most urgent thing is to send you home first, just like the boy said just now, little The child must ensure at least eight hours of sleep, but it doesn't have to be complied with, and I'm also looking forward to the little version of Hui."

Gojo Satoru walked in front of Fu Heihui with his hands in his pockets. The filth and the iconic green arrows were exactly the same as the previous scene, which made him recognize the wild spell that caused the conjurers to talk about it at a glance. division.There are several reports from the auxiliary supervisor that the curse spirit was eliminated first, and most of the green arrows were left on the scene, but the real face of the person who came was never seen. This kind of arrogant and low-key behavior has already It caught the attention of the Curse Association.

Gojo Satoru thought irresponsibly next time we have a chance to catch up and catch up.The order from the Conjurer's Association seems to be to capture them, but it's not surprising that those old oranges are absolutely impossible to let people beyond their control wander around at will.

"The hands of the old oranges seem to be stretched too far." Wujo Wu said to himself, and the rough arrow was quickly crushed into powder by the white-haired youth with magic power and dissipated in the wind, leaving no trace .

"I was scared to death, I was almost discovered. Ouch, does this thing still have a delay?" The young archer staggered as he shuttled across the roof, and almost fell, throwing the young man who was learning to control the vest with his mind. Startled, he almost dropped the glass in his hand.

"It's not, it's just that you're not yet proficient. Don't reject the person you're playing, just treat him as an extension of your consciousness." An old voice came from Soryu Kurikawa's mind.

The young man's words were full of unconcealable excitement: "Speaking of which, I didn't expect it to be so powerful at the beginning? It wiped out that thing in one fell swoop."

"It's related to belief. The stronger the willpower and desire of the player, the stronger the ability to display."

"Then how did you choose me?"

"After all, not everyone has the willpower to continue submitting after being rejected by the editor 65 times." The system said unhurriedly.

"Okay, old man, don't poke my sore spots at this time." Li Chuan smiled helplessly, put the cleaned glass back to its original place, and stroked the three-colored cat that often appeared in the store .

"However, let's find a way to completely revive it now," the young man with soft chestnut hair put on his overalls and stroked the place on his chest, which was smashed to pieces not long ago, feeling the beating of his lost and recovered heart. His expression softened, resembling a big lazy golden retriever, "I promised Dad that they would live a good life."

The system was silent for a long time, with a little imperceptible helplessness in its tone, and finally said: "If you find Aolin, your dream will come true."

The young man with chestnut hair quickly recovered from his daze, and showed his usual enthusiastic smile: "I hope so, then I will accept your good words."

This system, which claims to be the old man of Roaming Mountain, was found a month ago. At that time, he walked out of the editorial office disheartened, but was hit by a car head-on, and was bound by the system when he was dying. one side.The system is very much like an old man, both in voice and personality, after a few days of getting used to it, he unknowingly gets along with it as an elder.

The vest that Kurikawa had previously used, Grassland Hunter Atreyu, was also obtained from it.It is said that all the vests, including the old man Roaming Mountain himself, come from a place constructed by human imagination-the fantasy kingdom.But because people no longer believe in fairy tales, some residents of the fantasy kingdom are polluted and come to the world to become what people in this world call curse spirits.In exchange for his temporary resurrection, Li Chuan needs to eliminate the curse spirit as much as possible, and at the same time, it can be used in exchange for the opportunity to draw the vest.

"Welcome!" Kurikawa Soryu heard the wind chime coming from the door, raised his head, and greeted the guests who rushed in enthusiastically.

When night falls in Tokyo, bars and other places will become lively and become a paradise for office workers to relax and relieve fatigue. The business at Lupin Bar was as good as ever, but after a while the booths were full of customers, and Kurikawa nimbly shuttled between the tables and chairs, he was already considered an old employee here.In college, he set his sights on being a fairy tale writer, and this job, which basically had free time during the day, was very suitable for him.

"It seems that I have to work overtime again tonight, so I can only trouble you to stay up late with me." Looking at the short message sent by a colleague who was supposed to change shifts with him, the last bit of coffee at the bottom of the cup was gulped down by the young man, full of childishness His puppy mug was placed back on the stack of fairy tale books under the bar.

It was still Furui Wubo's answer: "It's okay, I don't need sleep—"

The system's words were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Kurikawa-kun, do you have a cocktail with detergent?" The black-haired boy stepped into the door of the bar with his friends, and was the first to go to the bar to order. The black coat slid in the air because of the owner's overly cheerful movements. The beautiful arc also carries the coolness of Yokohama night.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a look at the menu," Soryu Kurikawa picked up the menu under the boy's expectant eyes, browsed it carefully before responding, "I'm sorry I don't have this."

The red-haired man sat down next to the boy, and greeted the young bartender friendly: "Hi, Kurikawa-kun, are you still off work?"

"Good evening, Mr. Oda, Xiaoshan's younger brother is sick, and I will be on duty for him. This is a new face today!" Only then did Li Chuan notice this man with reluctance written all over his face. Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu forcibly pulled them over, and the gentle-looking ones had a completely different temperament from those two.

"My name is Ango Sakaguchi, and I'm a colleague of these two." Ango Sakaguchi looked a little tired. He looked carefully at the glamorous bar, and then slowly began to order, "A cup of latte coffee. "

"Okay, please wait a moment. Oda-san and Dazai-kun will remain the same." Kurikawa Soryu began to prepare the materials, but suddenly felt a gaze that cannot be ignored was staring at him firmly.

Sure enough, it was Osamu Dazai, the boy lying on the bar counter, deliberately prolonging his voice, accusing his "crime" with exaggerated acting skills: "Odasaku, look, it's not fair, you even have coffee, why doesn't Kurikawa-kun Would you like to make me a cocktail—?”

"It's not on the menu, and I can't help it. Well, here's this for you. The round ice cubes are also very nice."

The glass containing the amber liquid was gently placed in front of Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke, and the spherical ice cubes collided with the glass wall to make a slight sound.Immediately, as if he had discovered some new continent, Osamu Dazai excitedly flicked the wall of the cup covered with fine water vapor with his fingers, making a clanging sound.

"What kind of coaxing tone is this?" Sakaguchi Ango finally couldn't help complaining, and it was obvious that his desire to complain had been unbearable since just now.

Oda Sakunosuke caught his words, thought for a while and said, "But Dazai is indeed a child, right?"

The young man in a formal suit looked at the three people who were having a good time, and suddenly began to suspect that he was an outlier, but the painted coffee brought to him by the chestnut-haired bartender gave him something more worthy of complaint: "What's on it?"