Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

When Yuequan Cangjie and Yuequan Cangjie were about to leave the school, some students stopped Baici, saying that the principal should look for him.

Chaoyuequan Cangjie shrugged, and said casually, "Come with me, is it convenient? Monitor."

Facing his sarcasm, Yuequan Cangjie corrected him with a serious face, "I just accompany you to meet people, whether it's the upper class or the principal?"

Bai Ci glanced at him indifferently, turned around and walked to the principal's office without saying a word.Yuequan Cangsuke followed.

Knocking on the door of the principal's room, Bai Ci pushed the door open, greeted him casually, and then stood at the door without moving.Knowing that his adoptive father asked him to come back on purpose, he must have heard that the upper echelons passed? Yuequan Cangjie found fault.

Bai Ci smiled and called out, "Old man."

Then he promised: "I will go back as soon as I go."

Sitting in front of the principal's desk, Noctua was looking forward, wearing dark glasses, looking over deeply.After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Ci said: "I really want to go."

His tone is sincere and his expression is sincere.This sentence alone completely choked Noctua Moth's rhetoric after the righteous way.

Night Moth was beckoning and said, "Bai Ci, come over here."

According to the words? Go, Bai Ci smiled, as if he didn't care.This kind of expression, the moth is right, but it can be seen enough on Wujo Wu's face.

Now even his own adopted son is taught to be like this, an absolute failure in education.Thinking of this, Ye Mozheng picked up a book on the table, got up, raised his hand and put it on Bai Ci's head.

Yuequan Cangjie, who was on the sidelines, moved his body, suspicious that Noctua Moth was about to hit someone, but it turned out that he gently pressed the book against the young man's forehead, and said softly, "Take this book."

Received? This book, looking down, is "36 strokes of counterattack".What the adoptive father meant was that if the upper management didn't deal with him, then they would fight back.I am standing on the same front as Bai Ci, supporting him?

Understanding the meaning that the adoptive father didn't say, Bai Ci let out a low laugh.

Ming? Ming? is the principal of the Conjuration High School? He actually openly supported his adopted son to rebel against the upper echelons of the conjuration world.After all, a fatherly heart.

He handed the book back and said, "You? It's not that you don't know, I don't like reading."

Without books as a medium, Bai Ci's incantation ability can't be visualized.He left empty-handed, and the night moth was on the way? Dao was still a little worried in his heart.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll come back as soon as I go." Bai Ci repeated the sentence just now.

This time, it was to reassure the adoptive father.

Ye Mozheng stood up and stared at the adopted son in front of him. Since when did he grow up from a little boy hugged by his father with a slurred voice? To such a firm? Stubborn boy?

The night moth is right? Daoist? Sighed, muttered, "It's really annoying to raise children", then looked solemn, and said: "Then, go early and return early."

·

High School of Conjuration, Houshan Cemetery.

The neat tombstones are arranged in two rows, and the surrounding trees stand solemnly.A black crow perched on a tombstone, and the beautiful boy waited impatiently in the eyes of the bird.

Seeing a figure rushing over from far away, Bai Ci put one hand on his hip, deliberately "tsk", and urged: "Hurry up, Senior Yuequan."

Originally, the two were leaving quickly? When they reached their destination, Yuequan Cangjie suddenly said that something had been left behind and ran back to get it.Bai Ci originally thought it was an excuse for running away, but Yuequan Cangjie really ran over, holding something in his arms.

Then, Yuequan Cangsuke, who came running wildly, bent over and panted heavily, almost giving up his usual demeanor.He handed the things in his hand to Bai Ci, and said, "Take it?"

Bai Ci took it? It turned out to be a book called "The Use of Defense Tools".

He couldn't help blurting out: "Senior is really stupid."

Was Tsukimi Sosuke confused about his position?He was the one who wanted to stand on the upper level, but gave himself a book to use the ability to manifest spells?

It's rare that Yuequan Cangsuke just frowned, and didn't scold the boy for his faux pas as usual.He took out a silk towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said, "I think you may need it."

Now, Bai Ci's heart is more complicated.As a person in the upper class, Yuequan Cangsuke is still worried about what will happen to him on the opposite side?

Maybe, this is some kind of love from seniors who loves boundless?Silently, Bai Ci clattered through the book in his hand.

Seeing him watching, Yuequan Cangjie took the opportunity to say: "Actually, I don't hate you, I just think that as a nobleman, your laziness and casualness should be corrected..."

"I've finished reading." Saying that, Bai Ci threw the book back to Yuequan Cangjie.

The location was precise, Yuequan Cangjie took it, and looked at Baici in astonishment.

"No matter what senior's purpose is, thank you for that." Bai Ci said, then turned and walked deep into the cemetery.

"You, you... really don't need it!" Behind him, Yuequan Cangjie slightly raised his voice.

After saying "I don't need it", Bai Ci subconsciously grasped his wrist, and a white ball of light appeared faintly in his hand.Because, he himself was already prepared.

Walking along the small path in the cemetery? At the end, there is a white mist.White mist is everywhere, gloomy.Standing at the end? Two conjurers wearing dark glasses.Bai Ci walked over, the conjurer glanced at him, nodded and let him go.

Yuequan Cangjie was lucky enough to follow, and the conjurer standing on the right raised his hand to stop him.Seeing Bai Ci's figure gradually drifting away in the mist, leaving only a black back, he pleaded: "Please let me go in together."

"Just treat me as a witness to this incident." Yuequan Cang said this in a hurry, not expecting the two to let go, but saw them look at each other, nodded, and retracted the blocking arm , let him in.

Feeling strange, but looking at? Bai Ci's figure became more and more blurred, Yuequan Cangjie hurriedly chased after him.Then, he got lost.

White mist is another space.All the space, time, and orientation seem to be useless here.Yuequan Cangsuke desperately chased the black shadow in front of him, but he was always a short distance away.

He stopped in a daze, realizing that the distance between himself and Bai Ci was always insurmountable.He heard water dripping, hitting the rocks.I didn't see that picture, but Yuequan Cangjie unconsciously had that picture in his mind.

A drop of water fell on a huge rock.One drop, one drop, one drop... like the watch of a long night.

The stone is gradually being smoothed.Suddenly, Yue Quanjian felt that he had stayed for a very long? Very long? period of time, as long as a thousand years in the world.

During the millennia, he has forgotten the family rules, family status, and language, lost his own nature, and just screamed "ahh" instinctively?.Desperation, or death-seeking, is hard to tell.Then, a hand reached out and took his arm.

"Really? Yes, senior shouldn't follow." This complaining voice, heard by Yuequan Cangjie at this moment, is tantamount to the sound of nature.

Bai Ci's figure emerged from the white mist, like a white relief falling to the ground, turning into a human.His hands were slightly cold.But Yuequan Cangsuke held on tightly, not wanting to lose again.

After a long time, Yuequan Cangsuke recovered his voice: "Kinoshita... Baici?"

Bai Ci nodded, then pulled him forward, and explained: "This mist is full of magic power, which is specially used to distinguish the level of magic power. People who are not particularly strong in magic power can easily fall into the mist. lose yourself in it.”

As he spoke, he urged: "Close your eyes, hold? My hand and follow?."

Yuequan Cangjie murmured, "After all, I'm the senior, right?" Then he closed his eyes obediently, and walked? holding the boy's hand.That hand was slender and slender, with distinct knuckles and soft palm. He always remembered the feeling of touch.

"Here we are." Soon, Bai Ci said.

The time of holding hands is a bit short.Yuequan Cangjie was feeling regretful, when a white light fell and hit the two of them.He raised his eyes and saw eight rectangular relief masks floating in the air, circling in a circle, submerged in the shadow beyond the white light.

Although this is the first time I have seen the scene, I have heard it many times. Yuequan Cangsuke knows that these are the upper echelons of the magic world.

The relief masks are different, but they all surround the two of them.One of them, with a mask of blue face and fangs, and big eyes like copper bells was staring at them. Yuequan Cangsuke lowered his head and saw himself and Bai Ci holding his hand.

Just as he was hesitating whether to let go, Bai Ci took the lead and took a few steps forward, facing the upper-level people under the relief mask, looking up proudly.

"Kinoshita Baici, you should know why we came here today." One of the poker-like carved masks of the ghost king spoke in a thick voice, neither old nor young.

"If I say, I don't know." Bai Ci smiled provocatively.

His smile seemed like a sharp knife, hitting Yuequan Cangsuke's heart directly.

"Then what is your purpose today." The other one painted a cross mask of the Holy Son's crucifixion, said bluntly.

"Come here for my friend Matsumoto Gauge." Bai Ci said.

"Our purpose is the same." A mask echoed.

"No, we're different." Bai Ci doesn't want any face? No, "I want him to live, but you want him to die."

"Songyuan left without saying goodbye, and then the high commissioner sent someone to ask him to come back. As a result, he killed someone and fled to the curse master Xia Youjie, completely standing on the opposite side of our magic circle. Isn't such a crime enough for him to die?"

Facing the cross mask's questioning, Bai Ci said coldly: "His sister was seriously ill because of the curse, why did he leave without saying goodbye? Don't you guys know? Who lied to him in the first place? And why did he lie to him? ?”

Bai Ci's eyes were cold, and he looked up at the mask floating in mid-air, with his neck straightened unyieldingly.

"He is a conjurer who was born in an ordinary family. He couldn't bear the cruel blow of the conjuration world, and he went astray. It's very common. This is why I don't support ordinary people becoming a conjurer. They can't fully pass the quality in all aspects. ” Said the relief mask of the six-pointed star.

Angry and laughing, Bai Ci asked with a smile: "Listen to what this means, are magicians divided into ordinary people or famous magicians? Pick outside elites to train, but they always prefer to take care of the famous magicians. A kind of idiot?"

"Kinoshita Baici, you too? You were born in the Kinoxia clan, a famous family of magic spells, and you have a vested interest, so why bother to speak harshly." The cross mask tells the truth.

Yuequan Cangjie nodded. He just didn't agree that Bai Ci, as a famous conjurer family, got too close to those conjurers who were born in ordinary people.

However, Bai Ci bit his lips tightly, and finally said two words: "No."

"I am Baici. But never, Kinoshita Baici." The young man resolutely affirmed his own existence and denied his so-called false name.

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not." The mask of the cross spoke sharply, "Anyway? Loosing atomic rules? It can't change his dirty and rebellious behavior!"

"Yes." Bai Ci said quietly, "Zi Gui won't come back."

He lowered his head and spread out one of his palms, which was empty.Yuequan Cangjie was watching? Seeing the boy's side face, he seemed a bit lonely.

Seeing this, the previous ghost king mask advised: "Gui Songyuan is already a fallen curse master, and should be hunted down. Based on sympathy, we will not send you, but you must not interfere in any of them in the future."

"If, I still say no." Bai Ci bowed his head, not looking at them, just looking at his empty palm.

"Hmph, so crazy, do you think that Wujo Wu will support you?" The cross mask said, "That's right, Wujo Wu is indeed the strongest in the current magic world. But you must know that there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, the boy agreed with their words.

At the same time, a white ball emerged from his palm, exploded, and instantly turned into a white hood, placing the boy inside.The spell power raged violently around the white mask, and countless air currents circled around the mask like a whirlpool.

Yuequan Cangjie at the side crossed his arms in front of him, feeling the crazy and wanton spell power like a blade, cutting his skin inch by inch.

In his faint vision, he saw the young man in the mask raise his hand, extract a word from the flowing black words in the mask, and visualize it.

A sharpened Tai? Knife, the blade light is cold, and the tip of the knife has a glare of white light.

"Kinoshita Baici, what are you doing!" a mask shouted angrily.

The young man turned a deaf ear, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there is me beyond the people—"

He jumped up, and in mid-air, the white blade in his hand flashed an arc, and the cross mask was cut from the middle, splitting into two.The upper half and the lower half are neatly stacked together.Then, the horizontal slit in the middle was slashed, and the light of the sun knife leaked out of it. After a ray of white light lit up, the mask collapsed.

The cross mask that fell on the ground was broken in two.Yuequan Cangjie looked at it in disbelief? The mask, slowly, slowly looked up.

Then, he saw an old man sitting on a floating seat.The old man has gorgeous hair, dark age spots on his face, and piles of wrinkles? The old man can be seen everywhere on his forehead.

...is that so?Feeling absurd, Yuequan Cangsuke unconsciously lowered the arm covering his face, and the arm fell limply.

The authority he respected turned out to be just that.

Compared with Yuequan Cangjie's great loss, Bai Ci just raised his chin and said leisurely, "Ah, so it looks like this."

The old man was trembling with anger, raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed at Bai Ci tremblingly.In the end, he was ridiculed by Bai Ci: "Old man, there is no me in the direction you are pointing."

"Kinoshita Baici!" the old man yelled angrily, "You are indeed a rebel of the Kinoshita clan just like your mother! She will die badly, and you will be the same in the future!"

Hearing this, Bai Ci's expression turned cold.He put away his teasing and playful face, his face was as cold as ice, and the temperature around him also seemed to drop.

"I haven't seen? My mother." Bai Ci stated slowly, "But no one is allowed to mention her like that."

As he spoke, he held the knife in his right hand, close to the left side of his body, and pressed the blade with his other right hand.This is the standard sword-drawing posture.

The berserk mantras around gradually calmed down along with the convergence of the white light.And at this moment, stillness, is it really quietness, just like the snow field after the blizzard stops.However, everything will go crazy again because of the knife that the boy is about to swing.

Draw the knife.Tai? The knife seemed to have a spirit, exhaling? The white light on the blade, the white light skyrocketed, and in the blink of an eye, the knife had been swung out.

Bright red blood fell down.

"No way!" Yuequan Cangjie shouted, jumping up suddenly.This time, he did not act for the words of the upper class, but based on his own heart.

Then, Yuequan Cangjie stood in front of the old man, and his chest was "deeply cut" by a wound.

Then, he landed heavily, and his whole body fell to the ground.Many bones were shattered, he could barely get up, but he still persisted? Putting his hands on the ground, looking at? Bai Ci: "Think about your family...don't make any more mistakes..."

Bai Ci's eyes were shocked, and he said his name properly for the first time: "Yuequan Cangjie, you..."

For a moment, he couldn't understand which side this senior was on.

Yuequan Cangjie's face was stained with? Datan's blood, and his eyes were blank.Thinking of the Bai Ci just now, he said "Senior is really stupid", his lips are slightly pouted, and the lips are slightly exposed.

Maybe I'm a bit stupid, otherwise, why do I like this person in front of me? He doesn't understand himself...

Thinking of this, Yuequan Cangjie fainted from exhaustion.

·

a week later.

The school closing bell at seven o'clock has already sounded, and dusk has filled the entire Conjuration College.

Sitting in the classroom and writing the white speech of repentance? He put down the pen in his hand and said, "I want to rest."

"No." Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in the front row of him, raised a finger, shook it, and said, "You must finish writing today's [-]-word repentance letter."

"I've already written a [-]-word repentance letter for a week." Bai Ci protested, "The [-]-word repentance letter has been written seven times, seven times from different perspectives, even the various things that I disobeyed when I was a child. !"

Gojo Satoru smiled and didn't answer.Then he stretched out his hand, and slapped the boy's soft white face with two big hands, rubbing them hard.

"Now that you know this, why do you attack the upper-level in person? The key? The point is, don't let me go. Tomorrow? Ming? I went to their group of upper-levels and died. That's great. So, why did you talk to Yue?" That guy Izumi Sosuke is going, too? Don’t go with me, your favorite brother, huh?”

Are you dissatisfied that you didn't kill the upper class, or are you dissatisfied that I went with others and was stopped?

Bai Ci was thinking about it seriously, his face was rubbed badly, and he finally couldn't stand it and begged for mercy: "Brother, brother... I was wrong, really..."

Gojo Satoru didn't let go.Vigorously and again? Ravaged --- he let go of his hand, and tapped the book of repentance on the desk with one finger, "Continue."

Bai Ci touched his flushed face with one hand and a pen in the other, and continued to write today's million-character repentance letter.

Liuxia quietly descended on this classroom, and the warm yellow sunset spread over them.Time seems to freeze until eternity.

However, nothing stays the same in this world.

For the upper class, a [-]-word repentance book is useless.They still want to investigate Bai Ci's face-to-face assassination.

The upper level again called the young man to interrogate him. This time, before entering the misty space, the conjurer at the door checked his whole body up and down to avoid carrying any conjuration props.

Even before entering, handcuffs that prohibit the use of spells are put on.

"Kinoshita Baici, are you convicted?" After entering, a mask asked.

This time, Bai Ci didn't say anything, and raised a middle finger to show complete contempt.

After offending the higher-ups, it was Ye Mozheng who begged the Patriarch of the Yuequan Family to come forward, coupled with the plea of ​​Yuequan Cang who woke up from a serious injury, the female Patriarch of the Yuequan Family came forward, making the upper-class forget the past.

Afterwards, some upper management said with emotion: "Yaji, it would be great if people from the Muxia clan could be as obedient as you are."

Yuequan Yaji smiled and said nothing.

In the end, she suggested that the upper echelons temporarily revoke Bai Ci's status as a conjurer, and let the conjurer world temporarily exile the boy.The upper echelons agree.

This has no effect on Baici.Later, he went to the shrine with his junior Chanyuan Zhenxi and others.Inadvertently draw lots at the shrine, but actually draw a marriage lottery.

【Good dreams are as old as ever】.Sign it as it says.

However, a month later, the most important thing happened to him.

Gojo Satoru killed the curse master Xia Youjie, his former best friend.Afterwards, he sent away Baici.

Finally, Bai Ci flew to Italy.

·

one year later.

In the office, Night Moth is picking up the teapot and slowly pouring hot tea into the cup.

The mist from the teacup was slowly rising, and through the warm white mist, he looked up at Gojo Wujo, who was curled up on the single sofa, and suggested, "I don't feel well, there is a bench over there."

When he said this, his voice was very soft.

Gojo Satoru shook his head, lowered his voice, and said, "Then I can't tease him." As he said that, he stretched out his hand, and his fingers landed on Bai Ci's face lying on the sofa next to him. Pressed lightly.

The boy closed his eyes and fell asleep? He unconsciously let out a "huh" and instinctively leaned sideways to the back of the sofa.

"What kind of dream are you having, Liuli?" Gojo Satoru's fingers moved restlessly on the boy's face and hair.

"I hope it's a good dream." Night Moth said right at the interface.

Then, the boy woke up from the past of a year ago, opened his eyes, turned over, and saw the two closest people to him.

He sat up quickly and let out a long, long breath.

The nightmare is over.

The signature came to his mind.

Good dreams as always.