Special A-level danger warning

Gojo Satoru, who was held in place, made an extremely well-behaved appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up like a cat carried a sense of superiority without fear.

Relying on Feng Xinzhi's obstruction, the flying look on his face was full of arrogance and rascal that made Xia Youjie cross on his forehead, and even made a provocative gesture of hooking his fingers in a vicious way.

Yeah, Jay can't hit me~

Xia Youjie: ...

Don't stop him!He's going to blow the bastard's head off!

The natural enemy of a cat is a dog, and the natural enemy of a dog is Gojo Satoru. The strongest man in the magic world interprets this truth by himself.

The two super-standard special-level magicians completely forgot their real ages, and acted like elementary school students doing things that even kindergarten children would not do, tarnishing the reputation of reliable adults for no reason.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at Wutiaowu silently, even as a bystander, he felt that this person was too weak, let alone Xia Youjie who was the person involved.

He unhurriedly withdrew his hands on their shoulders, and decided not to stop them for now, why should he stop things that might be solved with a beating.

To be honest, if he could see the picture of Gojo Satoru being beaten up, maybe he would take out his mobile phone and leave a dark history of this guy.

So, let's fight.

Feng Xinzhi, who consciously switched to the mentality of watching a play, met his eyes because he suddenly let go, and immediately turned his eyes to Wujo Wu, raised his brows slightly, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Who knew Gojo Satoru had developed a new show operation.

The reckless and provocative expression on this guy's face quickly disappeared with Feng Xinzhi's loosening of his hand, and he turned into a confused look.

He tilted his head and stared at Feng Xinzhi who changed his mind and didn't intend to stop him and Jie, his blinking blue eyes seemed to be urging something.

Feng Xinzhi just looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

The two just stared at each other, and the atmosphere became stalemate for a while.

In the end, Gojo Satoru couldn't bear seeing Jie rolled up his sleeves.

He grabbed Feng Xinzhi's two hands, pressed his right hand on Xia Youjie's head, and then put his left hand across his face, making a look like "If I hadn't been stopped, I would have beaten you to the ground." It's not like I'm afraid of you when I'm down."

Wutiao Wubai's tender face reappeared the expression of an arrogant and unbeaten child, and the whole person was blatantly mocking Xia Youjie.

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Feng Xinzhi: ...

Good guy, these two overage children whose combined mental age does not exceed six years old are starting to make trouble again.

Sometimes it's not a good thing to have both cats and dogs. For example, when the two people in front of them meet, they are like two halves between dogs, and they are as wise as cows between cats.

Glancing at the sky, he silently interrupted the bad atmosphere between Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie.

"Okay, if you really want to fight, let's change back to the original shape first."

With one sentence, two critical strikes were successfully delivered, and the two childish elementary school students who were pecking at each other were beaten to a state of blood.

The shiny and smooth fur of the cub-like white cat and the black fox were all wilted, obviously they both remembered the problem of antidote that they had long forgotten because of their troubles.

"Is there a solution for it?"

The unwilling five cats and cats launched a beauty attack, and the eyes that contained the vast sea of ​​nebula reflected a bright blue light, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly with the blinking movements.

Feng Xinzhi, who really had a way, narrowed his iris-colored eyes slightly, but didn't answer.

Wujo Wutiao, who got the answer from his reaction, immediately stood up as if he smelled catnip, and even Xia Youjie beside him pricked up his ears.

"It's okay to curse the teacher or something, but do you have the heart to watch your dear Wutiao teacher suffer, Zhi?"

Wujo Gojo showed shamelessness, ignoring Xia Youjie who looked at him with cold eyes.

Feng Xinzhi's tone was gentle and gentle, without blinking his eyes.

"Be patient."

"...No, at this time you should say 'I will never disappoint the great Gojo-sensei'!"

"I can't refuse your invincible handsome, no, lovely Wujo teacher, childish!"

Xia Youjie looked at Wujo Wu with cold eyes, and let out a mocking "heh", as if he was contemptuous of someone who lost his integrity.

The sky is gradually entering dusk, and light and shadow are silently lurking in the gap between day and night.

Feng Xinzhi, who noticed the energy flow not far away, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the subtle fluctuations gradually forming in the sky.

The breeze blew past, bringing a little cold and obscure breath.

"According to the so-called gods, this is a time change. Of course, it is basically the same as a curse."

The dark aura that monsters like continue to gather, so time is produced, and the time is often dusk, which is called the time of encountering demons.

Gojo Satoru gently stood on tiptoe, looking at the distant sky.

"What is that god called Ye, he is here."

Above the sky, it was dark.

The gathered monsters are entangled with each other, turning into a hideous and ferocious strange form.

They pass over the crowd, absorbing the negative emotions in human hearts and growing, even covering the sky.

Yato held a snow-white blade, and the emotions in his eyes were so blue that he calmed down, staring directly at the huge monster in front of him.

He twisted the wrist holding the handle of the knife, and the face of the knife, which was about to disappear, pierced straight into the huge exposed eyeball of the monster, splashing out strangely colored blood like cutting into flesh and blood.

The shadow of the sword was like a light, with a solemn and cold look, piercing through the body of the huge monster like a beam of light shining into a dark abyss.

The monster fell apart and fell to the ground.

The blade pierced through all obstacles, and cut off the tentacles and shadows attached to the monster, and the towering figure of the monster melted like snow and fire.

A knife cut the boundary between this world and the other shore.

However, as an unlucky god who is only handsome for three seconds, Yato is naturally disgusted by his new artifact Yukine.

Breaking away from the time-changing blade, he turned into a [-] or [-]-year-old blond boy, frowning and looking at his unstyled god master.

"Hands smell so heavy, they're so dirty!"

Yato, who had an arrow in his heart, looked away silently, pretending not to hear the complaint of the artifact, and spoke in a low voice.

"Then there is still a task, let's go and finish it first."

As he spoke, he pointed to the three Feng Xinzhi who were staring at them not far away.

For the incense money of five yen, the poor Yatoshen said that he would accept any commission.

Although the white-haired and blue-eyed client made the request a bit awkward, the other party successfully persuaded him.

"God... tsk, the guy who got in the way."

A gloomy look appeared on Xia Youjie's face. After Wujo Wu sealed all his spell power these days, he called Yeto to guard him.

Why are there gods in this world?

The duty of these so-called gods is to eliminate disasters for human beings who are so weak that they can only reach out for help?

That being the case, why did the guys who retreated to the high heavens cross the other side and enter the world?

The glorious age of the gods has long passed, and conjurers are the new gods of this world.

Looking at Yato who was trotting and waving to them, Feng Xinzhi's eyes showed a faint surprise, and he suddenly figured out the reason why Gojo Satoru called him to Fukuoka.

Fukuoka, Dazaifu, Tenmangu Shrine.

But that god is enshrined here, and if the god is involved in the problem, it is very easy to think of the word "shenyin".

So, is Gojo Satoru planning this idea?

He glanced over Xia Youjie subtly, and once again sympathized with this guy's carelessness in making friends.

"You guys are so slow, I want to give you a bad review."

Gojo Satoru, who was always picky, looked at the impoverished god in a coat all the year round, showing the expression of Party A's father picking on servant B.

Seeing that the client who was fine before suddenly turned into the appearance of a child, Yato was bowed down by the other party's arrogant gesture before showing his cat's eyes to find something interesting.

"Hey, hey, I slowed down a little bit in order to cut off the time, I will definitely pay attention next time!"

This is a fat sheep who has turned back many times and made generous shots. Ah no, he is a super VIP customer, so we can't let him run orders.

When Yato bowed his head and sincerely apologized, a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

Hey, just now he said that he will definitely do it next time, and the fat sheep customer didn't refute it, which means that there is another order. He is such a clever little ghost.

The five-yuan poor god who boasted a lot in his heart showed a bright smile and enthusiastically led the way for the generous client.

The newly acquired artifact, Xue Yin, couldn't stand his humiliating attitude of serving in a lowly manner, so he turned his head away from looking at Yato, not wanting to have anything to do with this guy.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at Xueyin lightly, but didn't pay attention to him.

Children with immature minds may go astray at any time, but if it is Yato, they should be able to teach a good appearance.

He lowered his gaze to look at Xia Youjie, who happened to raise his eyes to look at him, so he simply signaled with his eyes to follow Wujo Wu who ran to the front.

Anyway, he felt that he couldn't escape, so he naturally had to see what kind of moth Wutiao Wu could make. Xia Youjie took a look at Feng Xinzhi, pulled his clothes that didn't fit, and followed him without haste.

Dazaifu Tenmangu Shrine.

These days are the plum blossom festival, even though the sky is getting dark, the flow of people in Tianmangong is appalling.

People hang out in groups of three or four, and the students compete to write down signs praying for success in their studies, and hang them on the wooden shelves in the shrine.

The deity enshrined in Tenmangu is Sugawara Michizane, who is honored as the god of learning, calligraphy, god of heaven, etc., and the incense has become more and more prosperous for thousands of years.

"Damn it, sooner or later I will have shrines all over Japan, so I won't lose to Tenjin."

Yato, who was always chasing lemons, bit his handkerchief and let out a sour wail. Suddenly, he saw Gojo Satoru in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be half-soaked in vinegar, bubbling with sourness.

Ahh, I hate it, why does that bad old man have such a rich descendant, ahhh, throwing money like burning incense money!

Thinking of the large-denomination banknotes that Gojo Satoru asked him to come to Tenmangong to worship last time, Yato has completely soured into lemon essence.

Cha Lemon belongs to Cha Lemon, the entrusted task still needs to be completed.

He released the breath of the gods on his body, intending to connect to the domain of the gods covering the entire Tenman Palace.

Please bring out Michizane Sugawara, this is the content of Gojo Satoru's commission this time.

Originally, gods can't interfere with other gods' problems in this world, but Gojo Satoru is indeed a descendant of Sugawara Michizane, and with a little (whispered) temptation of money, Yato couldn't hold back his eyebrows and bowed his back.

As the land of the gods slowly unfolded, the ordinary people visiting the shrine disappeared from sight, and the beautiful plum trees swayed gently in the breeze.

The white plums bloomed with petals, and an ancient waka came with the wind.

"The east wind calls for the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the owner cannot..."

Suddenly, the melodious and elegant voice stopped as if choked, leaving only silence.

As if finding someone who was extremely difficult to deal with, the God's Domain, which was slowly unfolding, shrank all of a sudden, avoiding it like a plague god.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late after all.

Gojo Satoru quickly kicked onto the God's Domain that was about to be closed, and the entire God's Domain shook several times in shock, as if he gave up and continued to close it reluctantly, and didn't know how to face the persecution with brute force.

In just one breath, Wujo Wu's voice came into the realm of the gods.

"Open the door, open the door! Old guy, no, old ancestor! Your dear descendant is here to see you again, don't hide!"

"Hey, don't open the door and ignore people. Didn't you break your god domain last time? You are already a god, ancestor, so don't be so stingy! Who knew that your god domain is so weak, three It broke in two hits."

"Hey, sister Mei Yu, please open the door! Daozhen Guild will forgive you!"

There is an astonishing amount of information in the voice that sings like a mountain gate.

Just looking at his posture of kicking God's Domain, people who don't know would think that he came to kick the hall, but they can't tell that this guy came to visit the ancestors. No matter how bad the words are, it will be no different from cursing.

Feng Xinzhi blinked slightly, feeling that this situation seemed to be expected.

Now that Michizane Sugawara really exists, Gojo Satoru must have come to visit, and it is understandable if he accidentally broke the realm of the gods, so he entrusted Yato to invite Michizane Sugawara who didn't want to see him again.

It is your overly arrogant posture. Those who know know that you are physically calling the ancestors, but those who don't know will inevitably think that you are the ancestors.

What if Dao Zhengong does not agree to help you Shenyin Xia Youjie?

Feng Xinzhi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and felt that it was not a problem.

If you don't agree, stalking or physical persuasion are all possible.

After all, that person is Gojo Satoru, who can do anything.