Zongman: My Brother-in-Law is the Tyrant

His hands were actually shaking!

Leyan Temple Jiashen was a little bit unbelieving, he blinked, and all he saw was the trembling hands still.

You have to know that although he has retired now, he was also a first-class magician who fought on the front line. He had experienced countless life and death situations, and even dealt with many special-grade cursed spirits. But now...

Yoshishinori Leyanji couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe that he was scared by a teenage kid. He forced himself to stop trembling, but physiological reactions were not so easy to control.

At this moment, Yoshinobu Leyanji truly felt the horror of Jingu Tsukasa. Having experienced hundreds of battles and life and death situations, he knew that this was the fighting instinct engraved in his body, a warning he issued when he encountered danger!

But let him just bow his head like this?

Impossible! Not to mention that he didn't think his idea was wrong at all, even if it was wrong, he would never give in!

He represents not only himself, but also the principal of Kyoto School and a high-ranking figure in the world of sorcery!

Asking him to bow down to a little devil? What a joke!

Leyan Temple Jiashen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Little boy, didn't anyone teach you what it means to respect the elderly?"

"I think I respect you very much." Jingu Si said calmly, "Why would you still talk to me now?"

"You" Leyan Temple Jiashen choked.

"This... forget it, I'm not interested in knowing." Jinguji pretended to think at first, and when Leyanji Jiashen wanted to say his name, he waved his hand to interrupt him. The angry old man's face changed again.

"If you like contributing to the world of spellcasting so much, why don't you do it yourself?

If I'm not mistaken, you should be a first-level sorcerer. Even though you are old and useless, and your strength has declined, you should still have no problem facing ordinary first-level curse spirits, right?"

After all, at the same level, a sorcerer is stronger than a cursed spirit, not to mention that a sorcerer can also use cursed tools.

"Taking into account the time spent on the road, if you work a little harder, you can get one first-level curse spirit a day, right? That would mean thirty first-level curse spirits a month, and three hundred and sixty-five first-level curse spirits a year. By the way, how old are you this year?"

Leyan Temple Yoshinobu looked gloomy and did not answer. The principal of Tokyo School at the side "kindly" helped.

"Sixty-three years old."

"You can't even remember your own age? You're really getting old and confused." Jingu Tsukasa said calmly, as if stating a fact, "But it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't affect your strength.

Sixty-three years old, so if you can live to eighty, that means you still have seventeen years left. By this calculation, you can kill a total of six thousand two hundred and five first-level curse spirits. My God, so many curse spirits can reduce the loss of the curse world!"

The final exclamation was pronounced by Jinguji in a stiff tone, reflecting an unspeakable irony.

"Come on, old man. You're in your sixties and it's time to make some breakthroughs. I'm counting on you."

As he said this, Jinguji patted Rakuganji Yoshinobu's shoulder, and the other person's face had become so dark that it could no longer be looked at.

"Puchi! Hahahaha, Jay, I really can't bear it anymore!"

The sudden laughter was particularly noticeable among the other students who were motionless due to the pressure and atmosphere.

"Over sixty? Right at the right age to make a breakthrough? Hahaha! This is really going to make me die of laughter!"

Gojo Satoru laughed so hard that he wanted to roll to the ground, but luckily Geto Suguru held him up.

"Wu, Lengpu! Cold, calm down, hahaha..."

Xia Youjie's shoulders kept shaking and strange noises came out of his mouth from time to time.

After all, he is an old man. What if he gets angry with them and falls ill and lies in front of them?

They don't want to be blackmailed by an old man.

"You guys!" Leyan Temple Jiashen was about to get angry when suddenly a somewhat lazy voice came.

"Hey, you all are here? Ah, isn't this Wu-kun? Long time no see."

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru restrained his smile a little, looked at the person who came and seemed to be wondering who the other person was, while asking this question at the same time.

"who are you?"

"Huh?!" The young man in kimono with a pair of droopy eyes widened his eyes in surprise, "It's me! Zenin Naoya!"

"Oh."

When Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru's expression, he knew that the other party had not remembered it at all.

"By the way, the person in front of Leyan Temple must be the special grade one."

Zenin Naoya walked straight ahead. Although he also wanted to chat with Gojo Satoru for a while, Jingu Tsukasa was his real purpose for coming here today.

He wanted to see what kind of person this new special-grade person who was the same age as him was. If he was a fake, he would expose it himself!

A guy from an unknown family could become a special grade? Ha, he didn't believe it.

Zenin Naoya thought arrogantly in his heart: There are only three people who can stand at the top of this world, him, Gojo Satoru and his cousin Shinji!

It was at this moment that Jinguji turned his head. The moment he was seen by Jinguji, the might that had not yet dissipated made Zenin Naoya's body tremble.

Fear, pressure...

Zenin Naoya's body trembled, as if he had encountered a superior predator, but it was this simple glance that reminded him of that day many years ago...

With curiosity in his heart, the young Zenin Naoya wanted to see what kind of shabby guy was like that useless guy in the family who was born without any cursed power. But when he actually saw Zenin Shinji, the other party only took a glance at him, and he knew that everything was wrong, and everyone in the family was wrong!

That look, that oppressive feeling, you tell him that's trash? Then the whole Zenyuan family is a large garbage dump!

All the people in the family are just useless people with no vision. Only he knows that his cousin Zenin Shiji is a strong man who can be compared with Gojo Satoru! A strong man standing at the top of the world of spells!

At this moment, when Jingou Si looked at him, he recalled the look that Zenin Shin'er gave him that day. How similar the two were, both full of oppression, and the same...

powerful!

Fanaticism gradually emerged in Zenin Naoya's eyes, and Jingu Tsukasa, who sensed this change, slowly typed a question mark.

what happened?

He had clearly felt the hostility just now, so what the hell was this fanaticism now?

But before he could react, Zenin Naoya rushed over.

"I am Zenin Naoya, the son of the current head of the Zenin family. Please, please give me your guidance!"

Looking at the lowered head and bent waist in front of him, listening to the obviously unfamiliar honorifics, Jingu Tsukasa realized for the first time that he could not understand a person at all.

"Jingu Tsukasa." Jingu Tsukasa nodded and gave his name.

After all, you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you. If the other person is so polite, you should also be a little polite.

"Yes! I know you!" Zenin Naoya looked up again. Not only his eyes, but his entire expression showed fanaticism, especially his face, which even had a strange blush on it.

Jingu Tsukasa: ???