Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

A knife as thin as a hair, still dripping with blood.

One drop, two drops, three drops... unintentionally dripped on the white rice paper.The man with the writing brush fell silent.

The opened paper door brought a gust of night breeze, which lightened the smell of tobacco and alcohol on the boy?It's a pity that it won't blow away.

The moonlight is like a hook, in the dark clouds, only a little light yellow crescent moon is exposed.

The man sitting quietly looked up at the boy?, boy? Sitting on the coffee table, looking up at the night outside the eaves, without words, the knife on the coffee table was still bleeding, okay? Sure, it wasn't his blood.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were no longer clear, as if he was very drunk.However, if you spit it out, it is still ruthless.

"You choose power? You don't want your daughter anymore."

He laughed softly, the laughter was cold and cold in the night, "It was you who gave up your daughter Yuequan Yaji."

The man didn't think there was anything wrong. He lowered his head, dipped his pen in the dripping blood, and just said, "Ya Ji will understand. The Yuequan family puts the interests of the family first."

Bai Ci turned his head and looked deeply like a man.A few wrinkles in the corners of his eyes stretched slightly, as if he felt that this was a perfectly normal decision.And the brush in his hand was dipped in blood, and two words were written: family.

When it came to the last word, in fact, there was not enough ink, but he still forced to finish it.The gesture is still sharp and smooth.

"Madman." Bai Ci said coldly.

Bai Ci felt incredible when he said this.It turns out that there really are couples like their own parents who devote their lives to their children and will never change until death, and there are also cruel fathers like Yuequan Yaji's father who put the family first and give up their children.

The middle-aged man raised his head calmly, looked at the young man, and smiled slightly: "I can? choose to give up for the sake of the family, while you can? choose to go crazy for the sake of the family. It seems? It seems to be opposite, but it is just the same goal.

"You and I are no different."

The boy looked at the man, and the man looked at the boy, with unyielding eyes.

What is the most important thing about the family, what is the same as him.

Shit doesn't work.

Finally, the corner of Bai Ci's mouth twitched, "There is a difference, I can choose who will lead the magic world."

These words are really extremely arrogant.Even the man's face revealed a rare shock.He lowered his eyelids, under the eyelids, his eyes vibrated crazily, as if he had realized that the boy had done something earth-shattering.

"You..." After a long time, the man couldn't believe it and said, "Really give the upper class to..."

The word "kill" curled up on the tip of his tongue, and he didn't spit it out for a long time.In the end, he even swallowed silently.

And Bai Ci raised his hand again, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, looked? Didn't look? The man glanced at him, and replied lightly, "Yes."

His attitude was a bit frivolous, a bit casual, and he said: "Anyway, there is a shortage of people in the upper class now, and Yu San's family can't fill it. Isn't this a good opportunity?"

After a long silence, the man nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then, what do you want?"

The young man let out a breath, as if he let out the alcohol brewing in his body and became more sober.

"It's still the same sentence, I want you to let the night moth go the right way."

The man was silent for a moment and didn't speak.The boy? Those beautiful dark blue eyes turned sideways, "Why, is it so embarrassing?"

"Night moth is right, he was transferred from Yuequan's house to a high school just now." The man said.

There was a "heh", a small laugh, and the next second, the boy moved.The hair-thin knife came to the man's neck, gently cutting off a trail of blood.The snowdrops oozed out, condensed, and slid down the blade.

"Don't play tricks. I can? Give you this chance, or I can? Come and kill you at any time." Bai Ci's tone was very light, but he knew that the man listened to his words.

The man was silent, holding the writing brush tightly in his hand, his Adam's apple moved, and he said calmly, "After handing over Yuequan Yaji to you, I will return you to the place where Noctuma Zhengdao was sent to the high school."

The young man shook his head: "Not sincere enough."

However, he put away the knife in his hand, crossed his hips, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Well, that's it."

As he said that, the man offered him where the night moth would be sent to the high school, the boy? He no longer missed it, walked out of this room, and melted into the night.

The man silently watched him walk away, then got up, opened the paper door, and told the attendants at the door: "Go and invite that person."

The servant whispered yes.Soon, a man in cassock appeared.On his head, there is a circle of black sutures.It was Xia Youjie who met Yuequan Yaji before?

Ten years ago, he was a traitor of the high school of conjuration, and now he is a curse master.In fact, a year ago, he died at the hands of Gojo Satoru.

But now, except for the black suture around his head, he appeared intact.He appeared in front of the man, sitting straight on the floor with his face propped on one hand, his purple eyes squinted, looking lazily at the man.

"Bai Ci-jun went to find the night moth for the right way?" Xia Youjie asked in a low voice.

The man gave a "hmm" and affirmed, "He's very good."

"As a knife for killing people, he is indeed surprisingly sharp. But as a person who manipulates the overall situation, he is not good enough." Xia Youjie commented objectively, "When is it time, He is still clinging to that bit of emotion, he is like a three-year-old child walking in the downtown area with Chi Jin in his arms."

The man didn't want to say much. He cooperated with traitors and was always careful not to reveal his secrets.

"Jaji said that the longevity lock of the Kinoshita family is one life for another."

"Then let me guess." Xia Youjie circled the thumb and middle finger of the other hand, pointed his forehead with his index finger, and then slowly spit out his own guess: "According to the information you told me before, The Kinoshita family's Sea of ​​the Dead needs to activate the Trinity of [Glass Eye], [Longevity Lock] and [Sea of ​​the Dead].

"Now, he has? learned the sea of ​​undead. Then the longevity lock is naturally successfully activated. The longevity lock uses one life for another, and the two are linked. Both of them need to be living people, and there is Mantra.

"Who do you think is the other person linked to the longevity lock?"

The purple eyes opened slightly, bloodthirsty eyes like waking up beasts, faintly filled with excitement.

"If I had known earlier, Wujo Wu's sealing of the prison gate should have been postponed for another two days." He said in a rather regretful tone, as if he had forgotten that he and Wujo Wu had once been? three? years? high school friends.

"Longevity lock, one life for another..." Xia Youjie was lost in thought, then smiled.

Naturally, he said, "There is a chance to kill Gojo Satoru in front of me."

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The high school of magic, the majestic and majestic temple building, seems to be a religious academy.

Bai Ci stepped into the gate of Gaozhuan, turned his head and said to the people around him: "Actually, when I was young, I didn't like Gaozhuan at all."

The people around said "ah", as if they didn't expect it, as if they didn't understand, and finally just said dryly: "Yes."

The person around him was wearing a dusty black windbreaker, and his Martin boots were also dusty, not very particular, which was not commensurate with his tall and straight figure and slow walking pace.He seemed born to be a contradiction.

By his side, Murakami Feimo was the only one left.Although he is mysterious and doesn't know where he came from, but now, Bai Ci feels that he has nothing to complain about.

He originally came to this world alone, even though he was blessed, loved, and surrounded by flowers, until now, he was just a person.

Five fingers grasped something subconsciously, how could it disappear so easily?Whether it is happiness or happiness.

While Bai Ci was staring at the palm of his hand, Murakami Feimo looked at him, and after a while, he proposed a sentence: "At least I did my job, and settled the money owed to me."

Hearing this, Bai Ci smiled softly.

Murakami Feimo was right by his side.Bai Ci doesn't need extra concern now.Now he is like a person who has been in the severe cold all year round. He has exhausted his icy armor to wrap himself up. If he sees a ray of warm sunshine, the winter armor is about to melt, and he is not far from collapse.

The boy? His soft and white fingers clenched into powerful fists.

He smiled and replied, "Then continue."

Walking to the most remote building of the college, the magician was guarding the door.Bai Ci told them to guard, and Murakami Feimo went in with him.

Murakami Feimo looked at him, and the young man felt his inquiring gaze, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"If you killed a few upper-level people, will this group of conjurers really listen to you?" Murakami Feimo asked.

Sometimes, he wakes up coldly by staying out of the way.

Bai Ci only smiled faintly: "It's just a temporary deterrent."

"It means that you haven't thought about the way out?" Murakami Feimo said, shaking his head in disapproval.

The young man turned a deaf ear and walked straight in.Behind him, Murakami Feimo shook his head again, and commented in a low voice: "I don't care about the hidden dangers of the next situation at all, it's completely...crazy."

Killed a few upper-level people, but not killing them all. When the upper-level people react, they must be held accountable.Even if the strength and control of the upper echelons are reduced, and the forces of all parties are ready to move and fight with each other, the boy Bai Ci will not be blamed for the origin.

Murakami Feimo thought of this level, and Bai Ci had already thought of it.But he doesn't care.

Don't care about retreat, don't care about consequences, don't care about... death.

In his heart, there is only revenge, endlessly.

The author has something to say: take the plane at four or five o'clock in the morning, the plane is late...

Immediately, I thought about the meaning of getting up early...completely, meaningless [Salted fish shedding tears.JPG].

Because my mind is dizzy, I will update one chapter first, and there will be a second one in the evening.