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"I haven't seen it before."

The people who came to assassinate had nothing on them except kimonos and bamboo hats, no family crests, no magic power in their bodies, and the source of the magic tools used could not be detected. Even Six Eyes couldn't do anything about this situation.

Gojo Satoru was leaning against the bathroom door, playing with the handheld with his head down: "Maybe it was Jie himself who caused the trouble, and it has nothing to do with me at all."

"These people don't have any spell power." Ye Mozheng reported to the higher-ups and called someone to come over to clean up the mess, while analyzing: "With the ability to train such a team, there is only one family in the magic world."

He didn't say it out loud, but everyone knew that only the Chanyuan family would use ordinary people without spell power, train them, and formed the [Body Staying Team].

"No way." Gojo Satoru showed a look of disdain: "Those guys in the Buddhist monastery... can't even be counted as miscellaneous fish."

The two people over there were looking for the murderer, but the young man who was assassinated looked tired and didn't pay attention.

Worrying eyes looked over.

"Mr. Xia You."

She asked, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

The nights in Kyoto are always so quiet and peaceful. The street lights are dim, making the path and townhouses in front of you dim, reminding Xia Youjie of the living room of Luye Lian's house.

"Student Lu Ye." He smiled, raised his spirits to find a topic: "Do you like dark environments very much?"

"It's just because the pupils are light-colored, so they can't accept too strong light." She smiled, "My brothers are younger and more sensitive to light, so when choosing lamps, I specially chose darker ones."

"So it is."

"You're not used to it, are you?" She pointed to the right side, "Next time you come to our house as a guest, you can turn on the floor lamp next to the sofa."

"No, that kind of atmosphere is also very good." Just like now, talking about topics that are completely uninteresting, but very relaxed, as if all worries and gloom dissipated in an instant, although it is night, but Gives the illusion of a clear sky.

She stopped in front of a small stall, and Xia Youjie looked over. On the table were some exquisite handcrafts, keychains, combs, small dolls, and cute little stationery.

Lu Yelian picked up one of them, and the middle-aged aunt, who always gave the impression of being careful and budget-conscious, took the initiative to open the free gift mode without negotiating the price.

The girl didn't know how to refuse others' kindness, and took a lot of small things in a daze. Not long after, the stall owner almost stuffed the entire table into her hands.

Before leaving, Lu Yelian put a stack of cash on the stall, and after walking a certain distance, he smiled at him as if he was relieved, and his tone was a little guilty: "I didn't have time to close the operation just now, and I don't know that the money I gave is enough not enough……"

"Huh?" Xia Youjie was taken aback, "Did Lian use a spell just now?"

……

Why did she just shout out like this, would she feel offended?Or...is it okay to call names like them?

While thinking about it, Xia Youjie didn't make amends for himself, but continued the topic naturally: "Those little things are not expensive, so they must be enough."

"I hope so." She looked down at the bag in her arms, her eyebrows curved: "brothers like to collect these small objects very much, pity was still thinking about where to buy souvenirs yesterday."

So I got the answer.

He also has the right to call her by her name.

**

The night was windy, and it started to rain unknowingly. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night when we returned to the hotel. Ye Mozhengdao had already handed over the matter to the higher-ups. Because Xia Youjie was not injured, the exchange meeting was held as usual .

The black-haired boy was lying on the bed in the new room, with many thoughts in his heart.

Since he was five years old, he has been bothered by the disgusting smell of the curse spirit. At first, he was only curious about things that others could not see. During his exploration, he met a powerful curse spirit, and then he was forced to start the road of becoming stronger.

Up to now, he is strong enough that the curse spirit is no longer a threat to him, but because of his ideal and belief of 'wanting to protect the weak', he can still bear the disgusting taste of the curse spirit.

It's just that mental exhaustion cannot be eliminated by ideals. As early as three years ago, Xia Youjie began to suffer from long-term insomnia. Because he didn't want to worry people, he has been playing games all night to blur the past.

But tonight, I don't know why, and I feel completely sleepy as soon as I lie down.

The drowsiness he had been longing for in the past seemed a little out of place now, Xia Youjie sat up a little, took out his phone and looked through it.

Obviously I have already gone out for a walk alone, and you are allowed to be called by name, but I still haven't asked for a phone number.

How could I, who was able to laugh wantonly in the face of assassination without fear, act like a coward just now.

but……

When he was hiding from the rain, he briefly held her wrist.

The tactile feeling is the same as imagined, as if it will be broken with light force.

The teenager put down the phone, try harder next time.he thinks.

**

Going to bed too early yesterday, Xia Youjie was still a little dazed when he woke up. It is rare for an insomniac to get a good night's sleep, but his spirit will become more exhausted, sending signals to the brain to ask for more sleep.

He washed his face with cold water, went downstairs to eat breakfast, Gojo Satoru soon came down, sat down beside him, and yawned.

"I can't find out." Wujo Wu casually took a dessert and stuffed it into his mouth, "The poison in his mouth was also sent home for testing."

Because the young master cannot be immune to poison attacks, the Wutiao family has also done a lot of research on drugs and the like over the years, "I said I haven't seen it before."

Gojo Gojo sighed pretentiously: "Jie seems to have messed with some serious guy."

"It doesn't matter." Xia Youjie smiled, "It doesn't matter if there are ten or a hundred of that kind of people."

He just heard this sentence when Noctua Zhengdao came over, and his expression immediately became serious, and his tone became serious: "You still have to pay attention, even during the exchange meeting, you can't take it lightly. There is no enchantment in the Kyoto school. If someone wants to If you want to assassinate, you can come and go freely."

"Yeah." The two DKs nodded perfunctorily, Ye Mo Zhengdao looked a little annoyed: "Don't waste food here, both Nitzi and Lian have already arrived at the Kyoto school."

The two DKs who thought they got up early: "..."

The exchange meeting is divided into two days, the first day is a group battle, and the second day is an individual battle. Because of Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's strong request, only the first graders came from Tokyo, and Kazuko and Kano Rei have no fighting ability , so the Tokyo school is the only ones who can play.

"Hey, the old man isn't dead yet." Gojo Satoru waved his hand to greet the teacher at Kyoto School: "Let's finish the fight."

The students in Kyoto cast disapproving glances, Gojo Satoru smiled: "Hey, I beat you so badly today, and you will still have to abstain tomorrow, so how about admitting defeat obediently? After all, you—really Very weak."

Really arrogant.

"Stop talking nonsense." Zenyuan Naoya said coldly, "Let me see your growth over the years, Six Eyes."

After all, when Gojo Satoru was resting and having fun, as the young master of the Buddhist monastery, he was training non-stop.

The boy wearing sunglasses gave an exaggerated laugh, and bumped into his best friend next to him: "Hurry up and go back to have breakfast."

Wanzi, who was hanging shoulder to shoulder with him, nodded his head, glanced at the lineup opposite him, and said inexplicably, "There are only nine people."

"You're so proud!" Naoya from the Chanyuan who was on the opposite side launched an attack without saying a word, but the flow of the spell power was on Wujo Wu's side.

Maybe it's because everyone regards Liuyan as the big devil, or maybe Gojo Satoru's face at the beginning is too irritating, just like fighting a boss, all kinds of moves from the Kyoto school greeted him.

underestimated...

Xia Youjie smiled, and was about to stand and watch the play when he heard a light coughing sound from beside him.

The long-haired boy was still wearing a kimono, saluted him, and said in a gentle tone, "I'm from Tokyo. It's rude to ask you to wait alone for loneliness. If that's the case, let me be your opponent."

"Is it okay?"

Xia Youjie still remembered Wujo Wu's words, because Kamo Xianche's attitude was good, and his tone was not bad: "I don't mean anything else, I just heard that your health is not very good."

What responded to him was the swift attack and the afterimage of the boy left in place.

What a great speed!

The blood congealed into a blade and stabbed at the heart. Even though Xia Youjie tried his best to avoid it, a cut was made on his shoulder.

After a successful blow, Kamo Kenche didn't pursue him, but just stood not far away and saluted him.

"Because of poor health, people often think that I am weak and despise me, but you are the second person who dares to ask such a question face to face."

Red blood manipulation...

This was the first time he was injured other than the battle with Gojo Satoru. Xia Youjie put away his contemptuous thoughts: "Sorry, I underestimated you just now."

"You don't need to apologize." The young man laughed, and his pale face became a little more bloody: "The blow just now is my return gift."

As the son of the Yusan family, Kamo Kenche has already mastered the red blood technique, Xia Youjie gradually became serious, because he still remembered Gojo Wu's words, he always subconsciously withdrew his strength-he didn't want to really beat people die.

The battle situation here was a bit stalemate, and Gojo Satoru, who had no scruples, ended quickly.

Zenyuan Naoya was thrown to the ground, with unwillingness and resentment flashing across his face. In the magic world, blood and talent are more important than anything else, and the effect of later growth is negligible, but even so...

He is still there, every day, working hard!

But in just ten seconds, in the past ten seconds, years of hard work went to waste, and he fell to the ground like he was a child, looking down at him with six eyes, his words were full of disdain and annoyance, as if he was treating an annoying fly: "I'm watching where?"

The head was kicked, and the girl's figure became blurred.

Just like back then, only long black hair, scarlet blood, and the still hem of the kimono skirt were in sight.

The wind blew her hair, but her skirt was unruffled and indifferent.

"You're not imagining that Lian will come to see you, are you? まぁ, I feel pitiful looking at this look."

"But..."

The boy who stepped on his head gave a soft laugh.

"Have you said that? She won't pay attention to rubbish like you."