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Countless green sand and gravel formed a piece that could not be seen at a glance, and poured into the door and windows of the conference room in such a way as to break through the bamboo.

The countless green quicksands completely ignored the spell barriers that were paper-like when the sand sea was advancing, and formed a waterfall-like arc at the moment they scrambled into the window.

As if their own characteristics were at work, these high-level leaders always liked some darker conditions, and this conference room was no exception.

In the dim light, Graugramman's emotional grit exudes fluorescence like will-o'-the-wisps, and the green is extremely bright, but in the eyes of high-level people, it looks like a scourge.

All of this is so fast and agile, as if the orange-haired boy had already rehearsed countless times when he decided to do it here.

The mood of the Zenyuan Zhipiren at this time has reached a rare agreement with Noctuma Zhengdao. Regarding these unexpected and independent behaviors of Grau Graman, Nocturnal Moth Zhengdao has something to say, and at this time, the Zenyuan Zhipiren also agreed I felt the helplessness of a certain high school principal when he faced the boy in front of him.

"Glaug..."

The Zenyuan Zhipi people were trying to call out to a large lion who had completely reveled in the joy of playing with so many people.

However, because he had experienced the severity of these gravels, he carefully avoided a fluorescent green sand wave shooting at him, and he couldn't finish his words, but the call was completely useless.

How can the big cat who is addicted to the sand pay attention to his words? At this time, Graugramman's eyes are full of so many friends playing in the sand. Just like a white-haired young man said deliberately, these old people are under a lot of pressure. Big, need his help to relax.

"Sure enough, Teacher Wutiao didn't lie to me!"

Graugramman's voice sounded unusually emotional. Seeing those dark, dull and rare sands, he nodded with satisfaction. Those colors are exactly the colors produced by too much negative emotion.

Gojo Satoru did say this half-jokingly to his students, but the current situation is that Graugramman has performed beyond his level, and even some lawless white-haired young man is probably dumbfounded here.

"Glaug..."

This is another attempt by the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan, but this time he also failed to finish saying the name of the little lion, and this time he did not have the good luck he had before.

The choppy sand sea seems to have self-awareness, and it still holds grudges. Seeing that the blow failed, it attacked again, and it was necessary to hug this old man into its arms.

The old man, whose body was half buried in Graugramman's emotional gravel, could no longer fight back, and fell into a kind of warm coma under the influence of the domineering spell of the colored death god.

It was only at this time that he experienced the same experience as his bad son, but it was much easier than he imagined, and some attraction to Graugramman intensified in the hearts of the people directly connected to the Buddhist monastery.

"Everyone, don't panic, it's just some children's tricks! We messed up first and let others see the joke, what is this like!"

This is the cry of an old man. He seems to be very dismissive of Graugramman's technique. Compared with the threat of Sha Hai, face seems to be something he pays more attention to.

The vast majority of high-level executives also intend to do so.

Few people moved their positions. After the initial shock, they relied on their rich experience and did not move like some younger and more agile people. It's a lack of composure.

"Don't panic!"

Someone shouted, who seemed to be a very authoritative person, and calmed down the commotional crowd, but was swallowed up at the front.

Paul Hesse, who was still angry because he cared too much about the sense of ritual and didn't know where it came from, was also attracted by Grau Graman, who came in through the fluorescent green sand sea.

"You are my collaborator?"

The boy with brown chestnut soft curly hair asked the boy with orange-red hair expressionlessly.

Paul Hesse was assigned a position far from the door, and he was also the only one who sat on a stool instead of a cushion, which was probably his special request. There was also a chair opposite him, which was For his collaborator Grau Graman.

"Eh, collaborator?"

He was suddenly asked by a boy who was obviously not Asian. Graugram was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.

He immediately showed a brighter and more dazzling smile than when he entered the door just now, and his tone became more jumpy.

The sunshine-like emotions transmitted from Grau Graman made Paul Hesse's mood, which had become somewhat gloomy due to the foggy weather and long waiting, a little more comfortable.

"So it's you? You are the one Yuta said, I didn't expect to meet so soon, your hair is so beautiful!"

Hearing his beautiful autobiography being praised sincerely, although Paul Hesse still had an expression as if he lacked emotion, the temperature around him rose obviously, and he was in a happy mood visible to the naked eye.

Thinking of some advices from his superior when interacting with people, Paul Hesse also planned to praise this collaborator who suits him very well.

"Thanks, you too, with fluffy hair."

"Yes, yes! I also like my hairstyle very much. I take care of it very carefully every day. Hair maintenance is very important!"

Speaking of his own hair, the little lion immediately became excited. The two wards who met for the first time today suddenly hit it off. Two people who are completely different from each other, but strangely match their brain waves. If Goethe and Ye Mo Zhengdao will definitely be amazed at the inexplicable friendship between children here.

"By the way, your hair color is so beautiful, is it natural?"

"Well, that's right."

"Can I also become this color? It's really beautiful, like the sun shining on the pine wood." After observing Paul Hesse's hair at close range, Grau Graman's eyes lit up instantly.

"Well, of course." Paul Hesse nodded and discovered something unusual. He was a little curious. "Do you use this color now?"

"Yeah, by the way, I'll do a magic trick for you!"

Graugramman said to the German mysteriously, changing the color of his hair with one swipe.

"It's not bad." Paul Hesse commented, looking at Grau Graman's hair color which was exactly the same as his own.

"Is this your first time abroad?"

The pleasant communication between the two seemed to form some kind of isolated barrier around them, leaving only two people who had a good conversation.

The shouting and shouting of the old oranges when they experienced the emotional grit of Grau Graman can only be reduced to a low-quality synthetic bgm for [-] cents a song in the atmosphere between the two.

"Going abroad? No, no, but it's the first time I've come to Japan."

Paul Hesse shook his head and nodded again. His Japanese has some German flavors and he likes to pause, but when he is enthusiastic and like-minded, he will never let this small problem become an obstacle to their communication.

"Wow! Welcome to Japan!"

Saying this cheerfully, Graugramman didn't forget to grab a handful of sand and throw it upwards.

"I came too hastily, I didn't have time to prepare gifts, but these sands are my technique, you can have any color you want, I hope it will make you happy!"

This was the first sentence of welcome that Paul Hesse had received since he came to Japan. The boy who was a little sullen just now became a little happy in an instant.

"Thank you."

The boy with brown chestnut curly hair was so happy that he almost wanted to perform a Liandler dance on the spot, but he just replied with a reserved face, but after such a simple welcome ceremony, he and this now became in harmony with himself. Boys with the same hair color have better senses.

Compared with those old people who pay too much attention to etiquette, Paul Hesse still likes Grau Graman more.

"Huh, it's finally over!"

After the last old man was drowned in sand, Graugramman let out a sigh of relief, stretched, blinked, and was in an unbelievably happy mood.

Playing with these old people in the sand is much more tiring than playing with pandas, Graugramman let out a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself, but it feels like everyone is very happy in the sand.

Grau Graman and Paul Hesse are still having fun making friends without any pressure. On the other side, a certain white-haired young man who claims to be the half-guardian of the little lion has started to rush here non-stop. Handing Graugramman over to the higher-ups just like that made him a little uneasy.

But don't get me wrong, Gojo Satoru is not worried about the safety of Graugramman, he is very worried about the strength of his students, but the white-haired teacher is worried about the safety of those high-level people.

If those old tangerines were persecuted by Graugramman and then relied on the big cats that could be persecuted by Noctud Moth Zhengdao, even if Gojo Satoru was happy to see the old tangerines suffer, he would feel that the gain outweighed the loss.

"What annoying old guys," the white-haired young man with a black blindfold on his face complained dissatisfiedly. a little."

When Gojo Satoru arrived at the headquarters of the Conjurer's Association with teleportation, he saw those green places from a distance, and he roughly understood what happened, and immediately laughed mercilessly.

"This is really..."

Gojo Satoru said something inexplicably, with a faint taste of admiration, and his expression was more gratified. Although he knew that his student's brain circuit was extraordinary, but this situation was somewhat beyond his imagination. up.

You must know that he just hoped to scare this group of rotten old guys and stop jumping out to get in the way. Unexpectedly, Grau Graman used this tough and very Grau Graman style method to make them not The ability to mess up.

In order to live up to the opportunity to observe the persecution of the old tangerines at close range, the white-haired young man wearing a blindfold deliberately lifted up a corner of the blindfold, exposing his sky-blue eyes and opening them wide, so that he could see more clearly. understand.

"Okay, Grau, put away the sand, I think they are very happy, let's get down to business first."

Seeing that the fluorescent green sand was almost piled up, Gojo Satoru walked in and said to the two children who were completely immersed in the friendly exchange.

"Hey! It's Mr. Wutiao! The teacher is here too. Didn't Mr. Wutiao still have tasks before?"

Graugramman asked curiously, he didn't see Gojo Satoru at school before he came, and he also asked Fu Heihui about Gojo Satoru's whereabouts, but he only got the news that the white-haired youth had gone on a mission.

So for Gojo Satoru to appear now, Graugramman was a little surprised, his brown chestnut hair was dyed some bright orange.

After a brief surprise, Graugramman put away the sand according to Gojo Satoru's words, and then a large group of old people under the sand appeared, but at this time they seemed to have some wonderful changes, which made Gojo Satoru involuntarily He took out his cell phone.

Some healthy color came into their bodies, most notably in the hair, eyes and skin.

Fortunately, the old people are still immersed in the sense of happiness brought by the Graugraman technique, and no one has woken up yet. Otherwise, they would probably lose their breath when they saw the changes in themselves.

For some unknown reason, no matter who was stained with Graugraman sand, some changes occurred in his body.

The color or light or deep kimono has turned into a bright fluorescent green, making the lifeless layout and pattern suddenly become a non-mainstream gathering, and the hair of those old people has more or less added a little green, if they are bald Then he harvested a piece of fluorescent green scalp that has a high rate of turning heads on the street.

In the wide and dark conference room, some human-shaped luminous bodies suddenly appeared, exuding a faint fluorescent green.

Seeing this situation, Graugramman immediately felt guilty.

"It seems that a little accident happened, Mr. Wujo..."

But a certain white-haired young man didn't seem to worry about the old people at all.

"This is really a rare beauty."

The white-haired young man clicked the camera button on the screen of his mobile phone. Before the old people woke up, he quickly recorded the rare scenes. Zhang close-up.

It can make this group of old oranges deflate and embarrass them severely, but it won't really hurt them. This operation of Graugramman made even Gojo Satoru want to applaud.

After doing all this, Gojo Satoru thought of showing some consideration for the elderly sleeping on the floor, so he picked up his mobile phone and ordered fifty warm quilts for the elderly.

The quilts that Gojo Satoru ordered came quickly, and they were properly placed on the old people before the higher-ups affected by the Glaugraman technique woke up.

It has to be said that Wujo Satoru's taste is a bit outrageously advanced at certain times.

It is said that the red-bottomed large-flowered quilt, which is the characteristic of the florist, is matched with the uniform green high-rises, which is a bit strangely suitable.

"It's over, the next step is to take you to familiarize yourself with the mission."

Suppressing a smile, he ended the activity of covering the old oranges with quilts. A certain white-haired conjurer immediately felt refreshed, so he unceremoniously took over the task that should have belonged to the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy, and said to the two teenagers.

"Wait, Mr. Gojo?" The boy with curly brown hair who had been praised by Grau Graman suddenly called out to the white-haired youth. His words were very polite, "Can I call you that?"

After getting Gojo Satoru's consent, he continued to talk about his question, but although his next tone was also unmistakable and work-like, it made the white-haired super magician's mouth twitch. The smile suddenly disappeared.

"Excuse me, who is Lord Xia You?" The German's light brown eyes were filled with calmness, and his expression was exactly the same calmness as his tone, as if he didn't know that his words made the temperature slowly drop, "or Say, who is Xia Youjie?"

"Teacher Wutiao?"

Graugram was keenly aware of Gojo Satoru's feeling that something was wrong. Although he couldn't see the expression on the face of the white-haired youth under the mask, it was absolutely different from the relaxed feeling before.

After a long silence, the white-haired youth finally replied.