Comprehensive: Gojo Satoru's Chaotic Daily Life

Looking at the huge black ball floating in the air in front of him, Tsuchimikado Arima's eyes shone brightly.

I don't know what to think.

"Master Arima, this should be the domain that Master Ogaijima is talking about."

Tsuchimikado Mikage's voice came from the side.

"But Gojo-sama and Miss Huaye seem to be trapped inside."

Of course I know.

Tsuchimikado Arima did not respond, but carefully observed the field.

He wasn't worried about Gojo Satoru, the other party would definitely be able to break through this field, and even expand the same field.

"What a terrifying power."

A female voice suddenly came from a distance.

This familiar voice made Tsuchimikado Arima vigilant, and when he turned his head, the first thing that caught his eye was the pink braid.

Macchima.

"Hello, Lord Macchima."

Tsuchimikado Mikage didn't know her superior's vigilance, so 14 greeted him politely.

Machima nodded slightly, and the golden circle looked at Tsuchimikado Arima who looked wary, and asked pretendingly curiously.

"What does your expression mean, Tian Men.

"No, nothing."

Pushing his glasses, Tsuchimikado Arima said coldly.

He didn't want to have too much involvement with this woman, and he didn't even want to talk.

It's not because of the relationship between the two forces of the magic class and the onmyoji, but because of the meaning of being alone, specifically for one person.

Mazima shrugged indifferently, and set her sights on the black ball in the field.

Before that, she put a little mouse around Gojo Satoru and the others to hide and listen to them.

As a result, as soon as the field was expanded, the ashes of the little mouse were all gone.

"Is it a curse spirit formed by humans fearing the earth and accepting excessive spell power?"

Machima murmured to herself.

The process of this formation is a bit like the demons in hell. Some people are afraid of guns, and the gun demons appear.

within the field.

After the last sound of "Boundless Space", a burst of dazzling white light spread from Gojo Wu's feet, engulfing Leohu's domain in just one second.

After the white light disappeared, a cosmic dark space was formed around it, and Leuhu kept on keeping his original movements as if in a daze, pouring countless garbage information into his mind.

A few seconds passed.

Leu Hu's eyes were completely dull.

In front of it, a black hole-like Uzumaki lies ahead, gazing at it silently, surrounded by an iridescent halo.

At this time, holding Huaye Hongxu with one hand, fearing that Wujo Satoru, who was also instilled with spam, would appear behind Leuhu, he grabbed the opponent's head with his big hand and murmured.

"This is the inner side with no lower limit. Perception, communication, and life activities will be forced to continue without limit. You can't do anything here, you can only die slowly."

The right hand slowly exerted force.

"Close your eyes, little Hongxu."

"Good five teacher."

Although Huaye Hongxu knew what her teacher was going to do, she obediently closed her eyes.

A cruel sneer appeared on Gojo Satoru's face, and he raised his right hand. (Hey, I have been banned three times and there is no way to describe it)

Immediately afterwards, from the outsider's perspective, the black ball disappeared and turned into a pure white ball, and then turned into fragments like fragile glass [Two people in the field came out of concentration.

Gojo Satoru stepped on the dementia-faced Lehu's head, and said expressionlessly.

"So now, the lecture is over, what should I do with you?"

As a super-level curse spirit, although Leuhu only has one head left, she is still alive.

Give it time to heal, and the body will recover.

The right foot slid up and down boringly, and Wutiaoyu was still playing tricks.

"If you can, can you give it to me?"

Maqima, who had been watching, came over with a gentle smile on her face.

"Can you? Gojo-kun."

An invisible dominant force conveyed the past.

However, it was automatically isolated by the no-lower-limit technique.

Gojo Wu raised his eyelids slightly and tilted his head.

Macchima?

So that's the case, the power just now is dominance.

With a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, Wujo Wu kicked his right foot and shouted at the same time.

"Catch Arima!"

"No problem!"

Tsuchimikado Arima on the other side responded excitedly, and directly kicked back with a roundabout barb, "Mount Fuji,

"Watch my shot!"

"Shoot a fart, hello, where the hell are you kicking, get over here and get it."

"Tsk, it's on the telegraph pole, why should I go get it, I've taken it all."

Even though he said so, Tsuchimikado Arima still went to get it.

Gojo Satoru turned around and said with a 'sorry' expression on his face.

"Sorry, my friend likes to play football. I think these 837 'Mount Fuji' version footballs are very good, so I can't give them to you."

Machima was silent for a while.

You call this football?

Why don't you just tell me no?

"I'm going ahead."

After speaking, Mazima turned and left without hesitation.

But in her heart, she was also prepared to investigate the situation in the mainland of the island at all times, to see if there would be any curse spirits like Leuhu appearing.

Leaky coral was the first, but definitely not the last.

After seeing Maqima leave, Gojo Satoru touched Huaye Hongxu's small head and said as if he had come here.

"Xiao Hongxu, stay away from this person when you see her in the future, she is a bad woman, don't have any communication with her."

"Good teacher."

Huaye Hongxu is a little unclear.

Was that sister a bad woman just now? It doesn't look like it, but since Mr. Wujo said something, it must be right.

Even if Mr. Wutiao doesn't use paper in the toilet, there will be another deep meaning!

(Three times, it has been three times completely, I am completely speechless, I have deleted hundreds of words, you may find it a bit strange, please forgive me).