It's a power, not a spell

How to describe this feeling?

The white-haired young man turned over, curled his legs up, and shrank his whole body, including his shoes, into the quilt full of youthful air.

The sunglasses were completely wiped off by him, the beautiful icy blue eyes were quietly closed, and the quilt that still had the owner's body temperature warmed his cold body a little.

It seemed that even the heart warmed up accordingly.

He thought hard, and finally found a suitable word.

Cured, yes, cured, definitely cured.

Oh my friend.

This word seems to be born with a little heart-warming effect.

Although Gojo Satoru has a bad temper, he also has a friend... or a best friend to be more accurate.

Xia Youjie and him are contemporaries of the high school of conjuration. They are similar in age, strength, and like-minded. They naturally became close friends with each other in the next few years of getting along.After he was promoted to the third year of high school, he learned the automatic casting method with no lower limit. Since then, he has become the strongest. The best partner combination between him and Xia Youjie gradually broke up, but the relationship is still the same as before.

Then suddenly, Xia Youjie killed all the people in that village during the exorcism of the curse one day, and became a vicious curse master from then on. Far.

Not long after, he had a meeting with Xia Youjie in Shinjuku. He was supposed to kill him, but he failed in the end.

And now, several years later, it seems that the old people will meet again.

The reason why it seems to be said is because Gojo Satoru only saw a figure from a distance, maybe it was that person, or maybe it wasn't.A certain mood kept him from catching up immediately to see what happened.

But there is a faint premonition in my heart-this friendship that has been irreversible may soon usher in its end.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru completely lost his drowsiness. Li Yu straightened up and sat cross-legged on the bed, ignoring the two new stains on the bed sheet under him.

The past is already a story, and the people in the past are also old friends. People always have to look forward when they live—so, do you want to prepare something to thank the children for their help these days?

Thinking about it carefully, he really doesn't know much about Chuya's preferences in the Central Plains, well, but it's not like he doesn't know anything at all.

Wujo Wu stretched his waist, and walked out of Zhongya's dormitory in the Central Plains facing the first ray of sunlight in the east.

noon.

The white-haired young man casually tossed the palm-sized gift box in his hands, and sat in a daze in this not-so-spacious dormitory, bored.

As powerful and willful as Wujo Satoru, it has been a long time since he had this feeling of looking forward to someone's return.

——Because others are waiting for him.

All in all, it's an amazing feeling.He involuntarily began to imagine the scene when Nakahara Chuya came back - he should have put on that unhappy expression, and then asked "Why are you still getting in the way here", and then he "clanged" the gift he had prepared take it out.

According to Nakahara Chuya's character, he must be absolutely embarrassed to turn a cold face at him again, and then say thank you awkwardly and take it.

Ah, or maybe they think that they have thought of some kind of trick to hurt people, and say "I won't believe you" or "it's definitely a trap" with a full face of vigilance, like that.

Well, anyway, either way is great.

Gojo Satoru unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, revealing a childish smile.

--However.

The truth is that neither happened.

"Boom", the gift box was thrown aside by him, and it fell to the ground with a soft sound.

"...Say it again?" The smile remained on his face like a mask, and Gojo Satoru's eyes turned cold for a moment.

"Yes, I'm very sorry!" Yidizhi's upper body was almost attached to his legs, and his hoarse voice was full of guilt, "It's all because of my drag that caused Zhongye-kun to be seriously injured. I'm really sorry."

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Time goes back to morning.

As usual, Yidizhi drove Nakahara Nakaya to the destination.This time, the place where the curse was removed was close to the urban area. In order not to be discovered by ordinary people, the "account" should be lowered, but Zhongyuan Zhong also knew nothing about it, so Yidizhi who accompanied him was responsible.

And the reason why he had to go to exorcise him so early was because it was a curse spirit that might be about to advance to the special level, and the sooner he went there, the less dangerous it would be.

""Born out of darkness, blacker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy.""

The black "tent" was lowered, and Yidizhi could not participate in the next thing, he nodded slightly, "Then, I will retreat outside and wait."

"and many more."

Just before he was about to pass through the "tent", Chuya Zhongya suddenly called him to stop.

Not right.

This awkward feeling of being stared at by someone who seems to have no eyesight...

There is absolutely a problem.

"Release the account, immediately. "

"Yes." There was an ordering tone in the boy's words, and Yidizhi complied reflexively.

"Wh-how come... there is a "tent" outside of the "tent"! ? "

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't say a word, his eyes swept across the area between the two "tents", and confirmed the existence of a human hiding behind a certain building.

"get out."

"As expected of Wujo Wu's proud disciple." With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, the visitor said in a praiseful tone.

It was a man with black half-length short hair, his facial features were extremely kind, but the dark blue eyes made him look a little nervous.

"Huh? Proud disciple?"

"What are you kidding?"

He couldn't help but have a little stomach twitch when he thought that the words Wujo Wu and Proud Disciple were associated with him.

"Do you not admit it...? It doesn't matter. After I kill you, the truth will always come out." The man smiled lowly, "I am Takizawa Luto, and my brother was taken away by that guy three years ago That poor man, I swore at that time that one day I would let that arrogant guy taste the pain and despair I once felt."

Yidizhi whispered: "Mr. Zhongye, he is a curse master who is wanted by the association, and his ability is very strange..."

It is precisely because of his strange ability that even if he does not know how to expand the field, he is also included in the scope of quasi-special level.

"It's just that I don't have the courage to take revenge on the five defeated dogs." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered.

"Ah, whatever you say, I will never use my tongue with a dying person."

"Then—" Zhong Yuan also grinned with a slightly maniacal smile, "Before the official work, it is also good to do some warm-up exercises."

He took a step forward, blocking Yidizhi behind him.

After a period of understanding, the Central Plains already knew that cursers and conjurers are a kind of existence in a certain sense. Their abilities are not the same, but there is not much difference. Since Yidizhi used "weird" to describe it, then It shows that his ability is indeed worthy of attention.

The cursed master in robes opened his arms, purple thorns drilled from the ground, and shot like lightning.

It's very fast, and this color... I'm afraid it's poisonous.

Nakahara Nakaya reached out to grab Yidizhi's collar and narrowly escaped at the last moment. An adult male of 1.8 meters is as easy as carrying a cat in his hands.

The thorns pierced the ground, easily splitting the cement like tofu, leaving deep ravines.

If he was stabbed by it, with Yidizhi's body, he might be cut open more easily than cement.

You can't dodge passively like this, you have to take the initiative to attack.

After making a judgment in an instant, Zhong Yuan Zhong also took Yi Dizhi to run, flashing through the thorns piercing the ground, and only a line could be seen at such a fast speed.

He wanted to put Yizhizhi out of that guy's attack range, but he didn't expect to see Ludou Takizawa not far from the direction he was heading.

Divide|body?

Or phantom?

But no matter what, it is obvious that the area covered by the "tent" is within the opponent's attack range.

It is impossible to put Yidizhi down, otherwise he will only have a dead end, and if he is taken with him, Chuya Zhongya's actions will be restricted, and it is difficult to take into account Yidizhi's comprehensiveness when launching an attack.

"Mr. Zhong, Zhongye...don't worry about me." Yidizhi breathed a sigh of relief, the high-speed movement made his body a little overwhelmed.

"When I accepted the fact that I couldn't become a conjurer and volunteered to take the position of assistant supervisor, I was ready to die calmly, at least—" Don't let me be your drag.

"Shut up." Zhongyuan Zhong was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. He stomped on the ground, the ground cracked, and the stones flew up. Then, under the control of gravity, the bullets pierced through the thick thorns and flew towards Takizawa Rikuto in front.

It was hit easily, and the body turned into a mud-like substance and seeped into the ground.

Not far away, a familiar figure appeared again.

There is only one real body, or each can become a clone.

whispering sound.

Which is very troublesome.

The ground was gradually covered with thorns, and there were fewer and fewer places to stay. Central Plains had to take Yidizhi to fly to the only building in the area covered by the "tent".

There are endless thorns, drugs that cannot be distinguished from real and fake, and drags that cannot be thrown away.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a heavy 'tsk', for the sake of Yidizhi's life, it is better to break the "tent" and escape.

He thought about the possibility of escaping, and he and Yidizhi briefly settled on top of the dome building.

The thorns that had been waiting for a long time around took advantage of this to rush up, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped on the roof under his feet. While avoiding the thorns, a spike made of animal fur suddenly pierced up from below, which happened to be Yidizhi's. Location.

This is the target he originally wanted to get rid of, the curse that has been promoted to a special level.

Very good, one more reason not to stay.

"Chuya-kun!?"

"Cough...I'm fine." He casually shook his bleeding arm, and after confirming that he was still able to move, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at Yi Dizhi.

Yidizhi:?

Yidizhi didn't want to describe in detail what happened after that.

That was the second time in his life that he hated his incompetence so much.

The first time was when I learned that I had no talent for spells, and I watched my companions go to the front line to exorcise the curse one by one, and then turned into corpses.The second time... was to watch a child stand in front of him, the dazzling blood soaked the young man's white shirt, and then dripped little by little, unable to do anything.

It wasn't the first time he saw a conjurer facing death, but it was the first time he saw a child deal with death with such a calm attitude.

The increasing wounds on his body seemed to him just the drizzle of summer, his eyes were as calm as ever, and he still possessed the ability to think carefully under such circumstances.

Zhongyuan Zhong also led an adult who was a head taller than him to deal with the super curse master and super curse spirit, and finally found the opportunity to smash the "tent" above his head severely, and then threw him out forcefully.

The only wound on his body was knocked at that time.

And not more than 5 minutes after that, the "tent" set by the curse master shattered, and the purple thorns inside it seemed to encounter the shadow of light, and turned into fly ash under the sunlight. Behind, the figure of a boy appeared.

In front of him was the mutilated corpse of the ancestral curse master, the cracked and disfigured ground was crawling under his feet, the blood-soaked broken hair was tightly pressed against his forehead, the blood-covered young man raised his head, his cold eyes pierced the air Yi Dizhi couldn't help but took a step back like a sharp knife out of its sheath to drink blood.

It is like the instinctive reaction of the prey when facing the upper level of the food chain.

After the feeling of fear cooled down, Yidizhi realized something was wrong.

He took a tentative step forward.Obviously the distance between him and the young man is still far away, but he hesitated to approach it as if he was being approached by a blade to his throat.

"Chuya-kun...?"

The not tall figure shook slightly a few times, it could be seen that he was trying very hard to maintain his balance, and finally fell to the ground.

"Mr. Chuya!"