What to do if you are too obsessed with Natsume

In the early hours of December 23th, the spell intelligence personnel stationed in the [-]rd district of Tokyo observed through the "window" an energy fluctuation that was suspected to be a super-level magic spirit in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. Considering the danger of the super-level magic spirit, the top management immediately Let Gojo Satoru, the strongest magician who also has six eyes in Tokyo, check it out for himself.

Gojo Satoru, who was woken up in the middle of the night, suppressed his complaints and got up from the bed in a muttering voice. He casually put on a pair of small black sunglasses, and when he walked past the late-night barbecue stand, he didn’t forget to buy a serving of octopus balls. .

When he was eating delicious food, the corners of his mouth were finally normal.

"What's the matter, Yizhi?"

While speaking, Gojo Satoru's six eyes had already begun to capture the fluctuations of mantra remaining in the air.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked careless.

"The super-level curse spirit inside seems to have been exorcised. Although there were traces of fighting at the scene, we didn't find any suspicious people..."

Yi Dizhi felt that this situation was a bit strange. To be able to exterminate the existence of super-level curse spirits, he must have the same strength as super-level magicians, and Yi Dizhi has dealt with super-level magicians recognized by the magic world to some extent.

But this way of expelling the curse spirit is not like what a seasoned magician can do.

According to intelligence personnel, they even saw a huge black shadow coiled above the abandoned factory, that is to say, when the conjurer was exorcising the curse spirit, he didn't even put down the "tent".

Yizhizhi pushed his glasses and reported the situation to Gojo Satoru.

"Is that so..."

Gojo Satoru yawned lazily, "I'll know when I go in and have a look."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru swayed inside with his pockets in his pocket, took a few steps, and then backed up a few steps, "Yi Dizhi, you are idle anyway, why don't you drive to Antangzi to help me arrange A team, this late-night cafeteria is very famous."

"..."

Please allow me to refuse, Mr. Wujo.

Although he rehearsed the scene of rejecting the young master Gojo countless times in his mind, in the end the social animal Yijizhi just lowered his eyebrows and said weakly: "Okay, Mr. Gojo."

Social animals don't have the right to reject the young master Wutiao!

Gojo Satoru walked in. The ground in the abandoned factory was uneven, with gravel falling from the walls everywhere, the beams supporting the roof were crumbling, and there were several sunken holes in the shape of spider webs on the walls.

"The battle looks quite intense."

Gojo Satoru caught the filthy mantra in the air, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a funny look on his face, "It's a trace of mantra that I've never seen before, could it be a newcomer?" While thinking this way, Yu The light suddenly caught the dark red blood stain remaining on the edge of the sunken hole.

That is human blood.

"So, this rookie is still seriously injured, but he left before the intelligence personnel arrived, and there is no trace of his existence." Gojo Satoru held his chin and muttered to himself: "It will be reversed." The technique? Or is there another reason?"

"Then it's best for the rookie not to stand on the side of the curse master and the curse spirit."

"Otherwise I would feel very sorry."

After some investigation, Gojo Satoru left leisurely with his pockets in his pocket again. He was not worried that he would not meet this mysterious conjurer in the future. After all, the circle of conjuration is only so big, and the number of special grades is even less There are very few people, and there are naturally many opportunities to meet.

Gojo Satoru took out his phone and checked the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning, which meant that tomorrow was the time for transfer students to report.

To be honest, Wujo Satoru is actually quite looking forward to it.

Because of course, the more students with bright futures, the better.

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I'm so tired, I really want to sleep...

After leaving the abandoned factory, Xuezhi returned to the small dilapidated temple where she lived last night, and fell asleep with exhaustion all over her body.

The moonlight came in through the broken wooden window. In the hazy moonlight, her hands and feet were huddled up, and her fluffy silver hair covered half of her face, making her look as fragile as a baby.

The winter night is very quiet, everything is sleeping peacefully, only the lonely sound of the cold wind blowing through the bare branches.

squeak-

The wooden door seemed to be pushed open from the outside, and the hazy light came in. A black-haired boy stood under the moonlight. After seeing the small figure on the chair, his blue eyes widened. Where did this come from? children?

The black-haired god squatted down and observed the child curiously. He had short fluffy silver hair and a beautiful pale face. If she wasn't still breathing, Yato would have suspected that this little guy was a doll.

So small.

Yato gestured with his hand in the air, feeling like he could lift the little guy up with one hand.

Although he discovered this place first, and this chair was the "bed" he used to sleep on.

But for the sake of being so young and cute, I'll let you sleep first.

After all, he is a night fighting god with good virtues, maybe he can gain a little believer when he wakes up!

Yato leaned on the edge of the bench, thinking happily.

"It's... cold..."

Yato looked back at the little guy, the girl's small body was curled up into a ball, her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her lips were still a little bruised.

"..."

The young god wrapped his sportswear tightly.

He looked hesitant.

He was actually cold too.

"cold…"

The little guy was still whispering.

Really, I lost to you.

Yato gritted his teeth, took off his sports jacket, and gently covered the little guy's body.

Noticing the little guy's frowning eyebrows and the aura of doom lingering between his brows, the young god gently stroked the little guy's head with his hand, and put it close to her ear, and said a few words softly in a low voice .

"Good night, little one."

This is a blessing from the gods.