games don't become reality

The malice from the upper echelon of the conjurer was put in front of everyone without any disguise, and they still did not give up on Gojo Satoru.

Even this time the persecution of the Noctua Righteous Way was to make Gojo Satoru take a step back and set up restraints.

Even if you can't manipulate the other party, you can't let this guy become a stumbling block for them.

Night Moth Zhengdao is very aware of this, and he always believes that teachers should protect students.

He is an adult, and Gojo Satoru is still a child. It is not because of his strength that he should be made to bear any responsibility. It is simply that as an adult, as a teacher, he should protect them.

"Whether it's Wu, Jie, or even Qianyin, I will do my best to protect them."

This is the promise of the night moth, but Xia Youjie killed a villager, and he couldn't understand Xia You's thoughts and what he did.

His once proud student had chosen a path with nowhere in sight.

As for Qianyin... Noctua is very complicated to him. He really wants to protect that child, but...it seems that the other party no longer needs it.

What Qianyin has done is no longer something that a teacher like him can help.

The only thing that can be done is not to hold back the opponent.

He has no way to resist the high-level people in the magic world.He used to think that he and Teacher Yuan were the same kind of people, teaching and educating people, and watching the next generation grow up would be enough to make people happy.

It's just that it's beyond his expectation, that beautiful woman who looks weak and weak is actually a boiling volcano hidden under the calm appearance.

With the development of the matter to the present point, there are already speculations about the Noctua moth Zhengdao that both of them have contacted.

In this case, all he can guarantee is that he will not get close to either side, quietly waiting for the ending.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to see the scene outside.

But the majestic heavy rain did not make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, such heavy rain would wash away all the stains and make people relax unconsciously.

Nitro: "Wu has already left."

Hearing this, Noctua took a deep breath.

He looked at Nitro, "It's estimated that something big will happen tonight, so don't worry about other things, call other people, and have a meal together."

Nitro asked with a smile, "Will the teacher want to drink with us?"

"Only this time, no next time! Under 20 years old are not allowed to drink alcohol!"

Under the cover of the rain curtain, the noise became clear and shallow, like a long melody, which people couldn't bear to break.

……

Since there is no reason to prevent those students of Mr. Yuan from doing certain things, then directly and completely get rid of that special curse spirit.

The high-level people in the magic world are also annoyed. For them, the guy before told them not to kill each other for the time being, and only drove the magic spirit to a dead end.

Things that were originally easy and simple have become so troublesome for some reason. The high-level officials decided to send their trusted subordinates this time to see for themselves what the situation is like.

They don't trust anyone, and they don't think that Gojo Satoru will do nothing if he applies to join, and they must supervise the whole process!

However, they did not expect that not long after the incident happened, an idea that no one could have expected appeared.

What those high-level executives want to do is to monitor them through the screen.

Not like this one now!was directly drawn into the battle situation.

All of them had kind smiles on their faces, warm and powerful, like the sunshine in spring.

But the smell in the air is terrifying.

Raindrops fell and stayed within a centimeter of their heads.

They were within the envelope of "no lower limit", and some people began to shout hysterically, "Gojo Satoru! Do you want to rebel?!"

Taking off his sunglasses, Gojo Gojo smiled like a child, "This is called rebellion? This is just a small removal of garbage."

Seeing his gentle smile, everyone present shuddered.

Yuan Qianyi walked out from behind him, squatting in front of one of the old people.

Her gaze swept across the other's face with age spots, and finally settled on the other's eyes.

Those eyes didn't appear to be cloudy at all, but instead had a faint light, as if dusty gems were trying to radiate brilliance.

"My eyes, are you comfortable using them?" Yuan Qianyi leaned slightly and approached the old man.

The old man still exudes a faint unhealthy smell, which is annoying.Hearing Yuan Qianyi's words, the old man's pupils constricted. He wanted to say something, but Yuan Qianyi didn't give him a chance to speak.

The slender and pale fingers directly gouged out his eyes.

The moment she saw him, Yuan Qianyi felt a kind of irrepressible anger, those eyes should be the little girl from Kamo's family.

"Things that don't belong to you will eventually be taken back."

Yuan Qianyi's hand brushed against the other's dark eye sockets, and the blood stopped immediately, but the same, he probably won't be able to get his eyes back in his life.

Her movements were extremely fast, even Gojo Satoru did not expect Yuan Qianyi to do such a brutal act so quickly.

Everyone present heard what she said, and they all thought about it in their hearts.

Yuan Qianyi meant that the old guy's eyes were taken from him.

What happened to the little girl from the Wujo family was a well-known matter among the senior management, and they did not doubt what Yuan Qianyi said.

That is the ability to simulate and perfect many "spells". Even if she uses her flesh and blood as an experiment, what she can get is a low-end version, and no one will dislike it.

On the contrary, you will feel that it is not enough, too little!

If one more piece of meat can be bitten off, then maybe one more "genius" can be supported.

As long as there are enough low-profile and counterfeit products, no matter how weak they are, they can display amazing talents.

"What do you want to do? Kill us—" For these rotten old immortals, the biggest reliance is that they have mastered nearly [-]% of the mysteries of spells.

Spell tools, barriers, talisman papers, etc., all the things that are circulated in the market are the simplest and least valued by them.

As for the others, they are all privately kept by their various spell families.

Little Freckles came out with a smile. He stood not far from those old men, listening to their scolding.

He also showed a very concerned look to tell them not to be angry, as they are getting older, but there will be various geriatric diseases.

The little freckles are like a chatterbox, and they have talked a lot with them. None of these people like to hear these words. Usually, if the doctor tells them about it, they may even get angry.

"Do you think this can irritate us? We won't lose our minds because of these low-level words!"

Hearing this, Little Freckle quickly shook his head, looking very shocked.

"Why do you think so?"

"If I want to make you angry, why would I care about you first?"

As he said that, Little Freckles grinned, and opened his mouth to recite all kinds of resources that were monopolized by those aristocratic families.

Originally, all those who were not so talented could only choose the "simple field" if they wanted to develop, but the little freckle touched his lips and directly mentioned three popular fields of cultivation methods.

All the things that were cherished by them were uttered by the little freckles in the broadcast voice, and a group of old oranges had red eyes that were bleeding, wishing to rush up and kill them.

Gojo Satoru kicked the person who was about to pounce on him away, "What? Don't want to hear it? That's ok, we've printed it into a book, you can read it slowly."

Seeing that Gojo Satoru pulled off his pretentious coat like an exhibitionist in the dark of the small park, it was densely filled with weird books about "four years of high school in magic, ten years of overtime".

Those old oranges trembled like they had Parkinson's, looking at the things on them, all of them were their biggest "reliance"!

Yuan Qianyi: "What kind of sand sculpture name is this?"

Little Freckle: "Although it is indeed a sand sculpture, but the above things are released, even if they are really asked to work overtime, no one will refuse."

To ensure fairness as much as possible.

Being able to illuminate the path of no regrets alone, let them feel that even if they work overtime, it is for themselves, for more people, not for those who are not worth it.

"Walking in the dark night, walking in the shadows of the streets, it's not easy to be an unsung hero. Even if I feel that such things as curses cannot be made public, I will do my best to let everyone pay what they deserve. s return."

The little freckle looked at Yuan Qianyi, his eyes were full of red blood, and he looked like he might die suddenly at any moment.

"This is the most important truth that my teacher taught me."

Yuan Qianyi looked at the other party, the thin and shy young man seemed to be shining at this time, and the whole person was full of infinite charm, which made people unconsciously attracted.

Yuan Qianyi also chuckled, and she looked at the few people over there again, even though she didn't remember these people, but when she saw them, Yuan Qianyi vaguely appeared in her mind, what they had done before some things that happened.

Most of them are rotten and smelly garbage that is worthless even if they are used as feed.

Maybe they used to be able to become high-level people in the magic world through fighting, and they also had their own shining points, but at this time, they are all just a pile of mud!

"I won't kill you guys, just live on, and watch everything from me being taken away bit by bit, and then perish in the hell of despair." Yuan Qianyi opened and closed her lips, uttering her sincere curse.

— having seen the light, let them indulge in darkness.

Nothing is their final outcome.