Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

Soon, Bai Ci was brought to the upper level.

This time, the location is not the back mountain cemetery where the upper level usually resides, but the office building behind the Xingxing Palace of the High School of Conjuration.

The boy's hands were shackled. The two people in front of him led the way, and the two people behind him followed, surrounding him.The shackles are not ordinary shackles, they are first-class incantation tools, which can be used to deprive conjurers of their spell power.

No? Without the magic power, Bai Ci is no different from ordinary people.

However, four people walked side by side and surrounded the young man, fearing that he would suddenly attack him.After all, everyone knows that Bai Ci is already the last person in Wutiao Wuyi faction who has ability, action, and influence.

As for Bai Ci, this familiar school is full of unfamiliar and even disgusting atmosphere.

He indifferently sniffed the uneasiness surging in the air, and held his breath for a while.After entering the office building and passing the corridor, a few conjurers were waiting at the door of the innermost office. Seeing that Bai Ci was coming, he opened the two doors of the office.

Bai Ci, who was guarded by the front and back magicians, finally walked into the office and stood in the center.It was a very large office with modern floor-to-ceiling windows, a large long round table with twelve chairs facing each other, and a chair at the end of the round table with more exquisite carvings, like the legendary round table where the twelve knights were. No longer the simple dry landscape Zen of the Japanese garden.

Inside the vase on the table was a dead branch.The bare branches, the pale yellow wintersweet buds drooping, have not yet bloomed.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky is clear and haze-free, as if everything is about to get better.

In the long round table and chairs, half of the chairs were vacant.Bai Ci counted carefully, six old men were sitting in a row, and there was no one on the chair at the end of the round table.

He smiled heartily.

"I'm so happy, because of me, the upper echelon has dispatched a lot? There are many people."

His smile, like a blue lotus in the darkness, slowly blooms.

The old man closest to him had a hooked nose, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Kinoshita Baici, do you know what's wrong?"

Following his words, the four people surrounding Bai Ci slowly retreated to the corner, leaving Bai Ci standing in the center of the office, talking to the old men sitting at the round table not far away.

Looking down at the icy shackles on his hands, Bai Ci smiled and said, "I probably know that."

Whether he was sincere or not, one of the old men with a big black mole on his forehead also sent a message: "It's good if you know."

"You are from the Kinoshita family, not from the Wutiao family." An old man said, his white eyebrows were thick and connected in a line.

Bai Ci didn't say anything, just smiled and shrugged.Faced with his dissatisfaction, the old men at the upper level didn't? Didn't feel? Annoyed, anyway, Wujo Wu, the central figure of the Wujo Wuyi faction, and Ye Mozhengdao, etc., have been cleaned up in a mess, leaving a boy in vain. Here, what can he do.

"I have a question." Bai Ci took the initiative to speak.

He looked around at the old men sitting at the round table, his eyes were sharp for a moment, and then he asked with a crooked smile, "Where is Wu now?"

Some old men called him "stubborn", but some people thought he would give up and answered him.

"Wujo Wu is now sealed by the special-grade spell 'Prison Gate Border'. Currently, 'Prison Gate Border' is in Xia Youjie's hands."

The old man with the hooked nose answered the question: "If you want to repent now, we can let you go? Kill Xia Youjie and get back Wutiao Wu in the prison gate."

"Farewell." Bai Ci said with a smile, "A year ago, Xia Youjie himself was killed by Wu Wu. Now I? Go? Kill Xia Youjie again, why does it feel weird?"

Xia Youjie, who came back from the dead, may be a monster himself.

"Hmph? Even if he is the strongest, he still can't kill that traitor." The old man with a big black mole on his forehead said arrogantly, "After all, Gojo Satoru also has an affair."

A year ago, Gojo Satoru killed not only the traitor Xia Youjie, but also his only close friend during the three years of high school.

Bai Ci didn't speak.

In the bottom of his heart, he looked at the tall figure in his heart, and said quietly: Look, no matter how you do it, these guys will not be grateful, and take everything you do for granted, Wu.

Thought? This, he hooked the corner of his mouth, full of contemptuous smile.

"It's fine if you can't kill it." After the black face sang, the old man with white eyebrows in a line began to sing a white face, "We can send other people to clean up that guy Xia Youjie. But, you always have to think about your relatives. What are they doing?"

It’s okay if you don’t mention it, but when you mention Baici’s smile, it suddenly disappears.

"Aren't my parents dead?" After speaking, he suddenly smiled softly again, as if it wasn't a big deal.

However, all the old men present were human beings, and they could see at a glance that the young man was just covering up his anger.They also didn't want to arouse the youth's rebellious heart on this topic, so they directly said: "Night Moth is right, he is still alive."

"In three days, he is about to be sentenced to death."

"Oh", Bai Ci cooperated and said, "If this is the case? What can I do to save this matter?"

He said it as if it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care about the death of his adoptive father at all.

Several old men looked at each other, silently exchanging messages in their eyes, aware of the strangeness of the young man.Thinking about it again, Wutiaowu's faction was almost wiped out, leaving him alone, it was inevitable that he would feel angry and strange.

Since you want to take advantage of this young man, it's okay to give him some sweetness for the time being.

After making up his mind, the old man with white eyebrows in a line coughed lightly, pretending to be kind and said: "Night Moth is right? He is the principal of the Conjuration High School, and also your adopted son. As long as you behave well, we will let you go." Passing him is completely negotiable."

"Really." The young man's lips moved slightly, and he lowered his head to meditate, and then felt that this seemed feasible, so he nodded obediently, "Then please tell me."

I have to say, Bai Ci's appearance is very good? This well-behaved appearance is like a junior fawning on an elder? It instantly made the old men in the upper class feel more at ease.

Immediately, even the arrogant old man with the mole just now softened his words a bit, and asked, "Speaking of which, you are the only heir of the Kinoshita family. You should know the bloodline inheritance spell of the Kinoshita family, right?"

This remark reveals two facts.First, the upper strata always value the Kinoshita family's family spells; second, the upper strata always pay attention to Bai Ci's movements.

He might even know about Bai Ci's suspended animation.

Looking down for a moment, Bai Ci looked up at them and nodded slightly.Now he is really like a confused and obedient junior, expecting the approval of the elders, and facing the prompts from the higher-ups, he can't wait to share what he knows.

"You mean... the sea of ​​undead?"

He looked at the upper class present, and readily admitted: "I will."

"Yes, do you want to try it?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the young man took a step forward and came to the round table.Raising his hands high, the icy shackles slammed against the round table.There was a huge shock, and a corner of the round table was smashed.

It took a few seconds for the vibration of the round table to reach the sitting old man.Then, the hook-nosed old man shouted angrily: "Kinoshita Baici, do you think you can smash this shackles! Naive!"

The boy hooked his lips and smiled: "It's just a fake move."

At this time, the old men realized that the spells guarding around were all gone.It was pitch black all around.They and this long oval table, who are sitting, are suspended in the dark mid-air, and the rest, nothing? Nothing.

With a "click", the shackles came loose.Bai Ci took his left hand out first, and then used it to free his right hand, and then threw away the shackles at will, and there was no sound in the pitch-black space.

This space seems to be unaffected by gravity, like a cabin in outer space, everything is floating freely.The old men on the chairs leaned back, turned upside down, or floated, but only grabbed the chairs they were sitting on.

And in this space where everything is disordered, only the boy walked steadily, approaching step by step.The whole space is said to be dark, but it is not considered dark.In the deeper depths, there are faint stars flickering.

A bare tree branch floated towards him, and the young man stretched out his hand to hold it, holding the pale yellow wintersweet tree that was about to open, and walked slowly over.

It was as if there was a ray of light chasing him, and when he reached the center of the darkness, that ray of light lit up.Then he looked up at the old men who were floating and dizzy, and listened to them cursing or exclaiming, and smiled slowly.

This time, I really laughed.

If it was Satoru, he would probably laugh until his stomach hurts.After all, a minute ago, this group of powerful people were still aloof, trying to subdue themselves, but now they are in such a mess.

Thinking? Here, Bai Ci tried to fold his hands on his stomach, and tried to laugh out loud.

"Hehehehe..." The deep and cold laughter seemed to cling to the necks and backs of the old men like a virgin.While floating, out of the corner of their eyes, they could see the boy standing under the white lamppost all the time.

He bowed his waist and smiled lowly, as if he felt the pleasure of revenge, or the beginning of madness.

In fear, they finally calmed down?.The white-browed old man had roughly guessed it: "Is this the sea of ​​undead?"

Another old man with a mole on his forehead yelled, "Didn't his magic power be blocked!"

Turning the branch of wintersweet in his hand, Bai Ci stood up, the drooping light yellow bud on the branch hit the old man with the mole, and said: "In the final analysis, you don't understand the sea of ​​undead."

The sea of ​​undead is the inheritance spell of the Kinoshita family, and it has always belonged to the blood inheritance of the Kinoshita family.The important thing is blood inheritance, not spells.

Otherwise, when the magic world deprived Bai Ci's mother Kinoshita Baifang of her spell power, it should have deprived her of her inherited spell [Sea of ​​the Dead].After losing the spell, her mother, Bai Fang, still opened the [Sea of ​​the Dead] in order to observe her youngest son, Bai Ci, whom she had never met.

However, because of her lack of spell power, Bai Fang's vitality was completely swallowed by the [Sea of ​​Dead Souls] after repeatedly performing the spell forcibly.

Therefore, in inheriting the spell [Sea of ​​the Undead], spell power is not the key.What matters is whether the person who opened it has the blood of the Kinoshita family.

"People who don't know its power, but try to get it? It's ridiculous." Bai Ci said, the pale yellow flower bone slowly swept over the group of old men, and their faces were pale.

"Kinoshita Baici!" The hook-nosed old man lost his composure, and shouted loudly, "Don't think you can do anything to us! Just remember, your adoptive father Noctuma Zhengdao is still in our hands!"

"I know." Bai Ci said.

The young man recognized this fact, and let the old men who were floating uncontrollably at this moment breathe a sigh of relief.At least, he also knew that the life of his adoptive father Moth Zhengdao was a matter of their words, and he knew how to be in awe.

However, what the boy said next left them speechless.

"I mentioned it a long time ago, why don't you just kill the rotten people above?" Bai Ci smiled slightly. In the darkness, his smile was especially beautiful in the white light that belonged to him, like a flower carved from white jade. Blooming alive.

"At that time, I didn't agree with him." Lowering his eyes, the young man was a little disappointed, and muttered to himself, "Because if he is asked to do it himself and bear this crime himself, he? Good man, good teacher, he will become the tyrannical and capricious person in the later population.

"Even if his original intention is good? But, I thought about it, I can kill you for him."

When he said this, his tone was casual, as if he was talking about what he had for breakfast.However, the faint madness that was surging latently taught the old men to hold on to the armrests of their seats.

Because they know that teenagers say? Do it?!

Last year, the teenager almost killed the upper class!

At that time, it was Yuequan Cangjie who stopped him and asked him to care about his family and friends.But now, the boy's family and friends...have...

The old men suddenly regretted a little, and they couldn't say anything about their specific regrets. Perhaps the most regretful thing was that they came today to see the boy.

The boy lowered his head, picked up the branch of the wintersweet with his thumb and middle finger, let it roll in his hand, thinking about something.At the same time, he muttered to himself: "It wasn't possible in the past... I can't get it right... He always feels that even if you bunch of rotten oranges are his source of pressure, he can't let me go? End...

"But, he's gone now, no one can stop me." As if awakened by himself, the young man suddenly realized, and repeated, "Yes, he's not here now, no one can stop me."

Then, he raised his head? and smiled brightly at the old men floating in mid-air: "So, I can kill you now."

When he said this, he held a flower in his hand and smiled, his smile was pure and beautiful, like a white and pure Buddha statue.

Its content is extremely insane, like the hell Shura in the evil appearance of the Buddha statue.

Several old men couldn't hold back any longer, among them, the hook-nosed old man let out a yell and expanded his domain: "Expand the domain—Wuxiang Senluo!"

The domain, like the language, is swallowed up in this sea of ​​undead.

The old man with a black mole jumped off his seat, stepped on the floating round table, and rushed in front of? Bai Ci, trying to knock down the boy with physical skills!

The young man raised his arm to block, and swept over with his foot?, directly approaching the mole on his forehead!

The old man with a black mole retreated suddenly, and when he stepped back, the round table was also flipped. Finally, he jumped up, fell in the air, and retreated completely by stepping on the fulcrum on which the round table stood?

The round table is also turned from the front to the back, with the legs of the table facing the sky.

"Somewhat capable." The young man withdrew his legs, turned the light yellow wintersweet branch in his hand, and chuckled lightly, without any waves in his eyes, "However, compared to you old men who are about to enter the soil, I am in the growth stage of strength. .”

As he said that, he swept away the flower branches, and the wintersweet flower buds that had left the water bloomed quietly at this time, with layered stamens and a faint fragrance.Using the blooming flowers, Bai Ci points to the old men who are floating in mid-air and standing still, to send out invitations.

"You guys, let's go together."

·

In the office, after several conjurers became dizzy for a second, they suddenly found that the entire office was empty.

Something bad happened.

Brought today? The boy being interrogated is gone, the round table and chairs are gone, and most importantly, the six old men representing the upper class are gone too!

The conjurers looked at each other, panic crept up their spines, and then panicked.Someone is yelling to go? Looking for someone, someone wants to make a phone call? Report to the higher-ups, someone is busy looking for clues, it's time for chaos.

At this time, a black hole appeared in the mid-air of the house, which was not easy to detect.Then, slowly expand.

When it floated to the center of the room like a dark cloud, the conjurers paused their movements, exchanged glances with each other, and slowly surrounded it.Then the black hole spread, the mana suddenly surged, and everyone present was knocked down!

Moans bursts.

In the black hole, a few chairs fell down, then a long oval table, and then several bodies.Those bodies were lying or reclined, they were incomplete, with broken arms and broken legs, and the bright red pieces wriggled beside them.

Strange and irritating red, some timid conjurers have rushed to the corner to vomit.

Then? Looking at those bodies, the ones with their heads up and open, all of them are wide open, unwilling to close their eyes.There was shock, fear, and disbelief in his eyes.

After recognizing those upper classes, all the conjurers felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

... What did they go through?

The black hole in mid-air has not yet closed, and finally, a foot is stretched out.

The boy was humming a song, walking down in mid-air like stepping on a staircase, dragging a body with one hand.That body had its eyes closed, and one of its legs was broken, dripping blood dripping from it.

Because in mid-air, it looked like a pattering rain of blood, falling on the head of the conjurer below.

The bright red blood hit several people's heads, then flowed down their hair to their faces, and stuck to their eyes and lips.Because of the huge change and bloodshed, several people were dumbfounded, only their legs were trembling with fear instinctively.

The black hole suddenly closed and disappeared suddenly.

The boy's feet landed on the ground, and he stepped on an overturned chair to "stand it up", and then lifted the unconscious man with a broken leg to the chair and sat on it.At this time, the stunned conjurers dared to look at everything a little bit?

Half of Bai Ci's shirt was soaked in blood, but his expression was as usual. There was only one flower blooming on the branch in his hand, and the blood was in full bloom. It was completely unclear whether it was white, or yellow, or what it used to be? It is blood red.

The old man on the chair closed his eyes, his white eyebrows that formed a line were stained red with blood, and his face was dead gray, as if he had died?Occasionally, his face twitched with pain, and his wrinkled face shook like a Shar Pei, which showed that he was alive.

Seeing this miserable scene in the world, all the conjurers present were terrified.As soon as Bai Ci raised his eyes, they all avoided. Even the cowardly conjurer who was vomiting in the corner covered his mouth and dared not vomit, for fear that the movement would attract his attention.

This is not the scene that should be in the world!The young man in front of him is clearly a terrifying murderous Asura!

After glancing at them, Bai Ci was no longer interested.A light flickered on someone's face, and Bai Ci followed the trajectory of the light and looked out the window? Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a light shining dutifully.A total of five times.

Every five times, stop for about ten seconds, and then continue for five times.

It's Murakami Feimo.

Unexpectedly? He really sent the signal with all his heart, and he still passed it on.

Some things, some people, I really can't tell.

The signal means that Yuequan Yaji is coming.

Bai Ci also did not expect this point.Yuequan Cangjie really tricked his aunt Yuequan Yaji here for himself?

"Interesting." Bai Ci smiled faintly, swept across the conjurers present with a ?

"Today, who killed the upper echelons?"

Asked this question? The petals of the flower branches and petals he was holding on to were still dripping with blood, drop by drop, rattling.

Who didn't? Think? A flower can suck so much blood.

But before that, the conjurers had already lost their will to fight, having been overwhelmed by the hell scene created by the young man.

He can even kill those high-level people, and he can kill them in an instant.Everyone lowered their heads slowly, and one of the smartest said tremblingly: "You, you said..."

"It's Yuequan Yaji."

·

It feels very wrong.

Over the years? Intuition has saved Yuequan Yaji many times.Whether it's a task or a choice, her keen intuition allows her to always make choices that are beneficial to herself.

Today, something is very wrong.

In front of the office building, several conjurers were guarding, but their eyes were evasive.

Go in, come to the door of the office, the fingers of the two conjurers guarding are even trembling slightly, unable to open the two doors.

Before the door opened, she stopped in her tracks, watching the two conjurers quietly from the corner of her eyes.Their bodies trembled slightly, their Adam's apples rolled, and they swallowed, as if they were extremely nervous.

On weekdays, if this is the case, Yuequan Yaji will stand still to protect herself.However, today is different.

Yuequan Cangsuke told her: Kinoshita Baici was caught by the higher-ups and is being interrogated.She was overjoyed in her heart, and taught Cangjie a few words in the open, saying that it was useless for him to soften his heart last time.Then, unable to restrain the joy in his heart, he insisted on personally witnessing Bai Ci's trial.

He said in his mouth that he would do his last for the Kinoshita family, but what he thought in his heart was to get rid of the last member of the Kinoshita family.Over the years, he has been protected by the Noctua Magi, and later by Gojo Satoru, the patriarch of the Yusan family. She has always been unable to do anything, but now, he can finally witness the demise of the Kinoshita family.

"You can't blame other people." Yuequan Yaji sighed as if she was lamenting the fate of the young man after that.

Then, she raised her hand to straighten her temple hair.

It's not that she hates Baici, if she hates, she hates Baifang even more.

The door finally opened.

Yuequan Yaji walked in slowly? The two doors closed immediately behind her.

Then, her pupils widened.

She saw that there were corpses all over the floor, blood spattered three feet, and the blood even soared to the ceiling.She was very familiar with the fallen faces, like a few old men from the upper class.Their limbs were not complete, and pieces of broken corpses could be seen everywhere.

And at the end of the long table, in the middle, on a chair, sat an upper-class old man.

His eyes were half closed, and he passed out?

The elders, who symbolize the position of the highest power, symbolize the highest power of the magician, this situation seems to be ironic.

Standing behind the old man was a young man. The young man lowered his head and pressed a small knife against the old man's throat.

He raised his eyes, saw Yuequan Yaji, and greeted, "We meet again." His tone was unexpectedly excited.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped his face.A little bit of blood was wiped away from the jade-like face, and it was wiped on the corner of the mouth, like a clown laughing madly.

For a moment, Yuequan Yaji couldn't recognize who he was.She took a step back abruptly and squeezed it out between her teeth. "Kinoshita Baici, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to frame you." Bai Ci smiled, the corners of his mouth were split, he couldn't hold back the smile, let alone the laughter.

In the end, even laugh out loud?.

"Who do you think would believe it?" Yuequan Yaji's mind flashed through the behavior of the conjurer outside just now, and she already knew that it was a game, so she didn't panic.She calmed down immediately, and asked back: "My Yuequan family has always been loyal to the upper class, and it is not all rebels like your Kinoshita family, Gojo Satoru and others. This does not make sense at all."

"If you kill a few high-level people, you can frame me?" Yuequan Yaji sneered, "Then you should kill all the high-level people. If you want to frame me, I have nowhere to defend myself."

What she used was an aggressive method.Because he knew in his heart that killing the upper class was completely unfeasible.

After killing the upper class, who will be in charge? Leading the magic world?The restoration of order did not happen overnight.

However, unexpectedly, Bai Ci nodded in agreement with her: "Good idea."

"That's what you suggested."

As he said that, the knife in his hand cut the upper layer's throat, and the unconscious upper layer made a dying sound, and suddenly raised his withered hand, trying to grab something.

"Kinoshita Baige you!" Yuequan Yaji said in shock, but heard someone shouting from the corner.

It was a young conjurer, curled up into a ball, hugging his head tremblingly.Then he put his hands on the ground suddenly, staggered up to help him run?, slammed open half of the door, and ran out staggeringly?.

Running all the way, and shouting all the way: "It was... Patriarch Yuequan did it!"

The sound echoed in the hallway, and the door was closed.

Now, Yuequan Yaji understood that this was a long-planned frame-up.

She looked at the boy in shock, and then saw? The upper hand was frantically grabbing something in mid-air, and it was quickly hanging down.His eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.

And the young man picked up the knife as if nothing had happened, stuck out his tender tongue?, licked the blood on the blade, and as soon as it got on it, spit it out with a bah sound.Then he frowned, looking at the blood on the knife in disgust.

The hair is creepy.

Only these four words can describe Yuequan Yaji's feelings at this moment.

She couldn't find a word for a while, and the boy opposite was staring at her like a hunter across a long table, and solemnly announced.

"Starting today, the rules of your so-called magic world will be formulated by me. Your so-called honor will be destroyed by me. Your so-called power will be destroyed by me.

"Until you lose everything, life is worse than death, as long as you can live.

"And this is the revenge of the last member of the Kinoshita family against you."

The author has something to say: there are less than ten chapters in the main text =W=.