The campus eldest sister is the onmyoji

"If you want someone else to be a child casually, don't you know how to ask the guardian's opinion?" Facing Zuige's continuous offensive, Sha Shu carefully avoided it.

The difficulty of this battle is that no one can be injured at all, otherwise there is a danger of being controlled by the sin song.

With no weapons at hand to resist, Sha Shu was suddenly given the upper hand by Sin Song.

She jumped back several times in a row, narrowly dodging the suddenly extended knife point of Sin Song, but she was also forced to a dead end.

Behind him was the wall of this alley, and it seemed that he could only face it head-on.

"It looks like you've just come to Ikebukuro, right?" Maybe because you have the chance to win, Guige is also relaxed, "Is it really good to just come to this street without knowing anything?"

Jumping up to avoid the point of the sweeping knife, Sha Shu breathed a little more heavily, but she still replied, "What's wrong with that?" There was less and less room to dodge, and her movement became more treacherous. "Spoilers are the most annoying thing." This is also what Liu Qian said.

Unintelligible Sanskrit words poured out of Sha Shu's mouth, and she seemed to feel bad about the Song of Sin who had been in high spirits, but she didn't retreat, but rushed up like a wild beast.

The powerhouse's attraction to sin song is fatal, because that's why it exists, what it's after.

The surrounding air seemed to have cooled down in an instant, and it was obviously not the time to wear winter clothes, but it made people shiver in a gust of cold wind.

The words that came out of Sha Shu's mouth were covered with white air, forming cloud-like white mist, making Zui Ge unable to see her expression clearly, but amidst the white mist, a pair of bright red eyes became more and more conspicuous. As if to ignite something, burn something.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you stab her, she is yours!There was only one thought in Sin Song's mind.

Ah, will I have an extra powerful child, or a... mother?

No matter how many thoughts there were, they were all stopped by the trembling sound of Jin Ge colliding.

Those blood-red eyes were dyed with a layer of light cold light, as if a ball of flames had been sealed with ice, and snowflakes suddenly appeared and danced around the girl, covering her already pure white with a layer of plain color .

Raising his hand, Xuezou had already appeared on Sha Shu's hand.

"This timing is really just right, Xuetongzi." After merging with Xuetongzi, Sha Shu's appearance did not change much, but her voice became as cold as an ice edge. With the vibration of her voice, the snowflakes surrounding her also Spin faster and faster.

"Now, it's my time." The tip of the knife pointed at Zuige, and the sand tree drew a cross in the air, and the light of the knife flew towards Zuige with snowflakes wrapped in it.

Yukisou was already a demon sword. In terms of seniority, Yukisou had been enshrined in the shrine for many years when Sin Song was born.

Although Xuetongzi is far inferior to Yuzaoqian, he is not a nameless little monster, at least it is more than enough to deal with a curse spirit like Zuige who sometimes loses his mind and falls into madness.

Although Sin Song tried his best to avoid it, the ubiquitous snowflakes still touched her, and instantly frostbitten her arms and ankles.

The invisible coercion also made her breathless, "Why...why can't you be my child obediently!" She cried out and shed tears, "Can't you feel my strong love..."

Even so, Sin Song did not give up "love" Shang Shashu.

"If Qingming is here, maybe he will recite a poem for you." The girl with a frosty face held a knife flower, drew the knife to her waist, and set up the posture of drawing the knife again, "But I'm not very good at that If you plant something, I will send you a snow."

The world fell silent, and the bone-piercing cold seemed to penetrate into the sin song's body, burying it on the vast snowfield.

Sword drawing technique, Xueyue half court slash.

In swordsmanship, the most gorgeous move and the strongest move are often the sword drawing technique, and the ever-changing changes at that moment are enough to dazzle anyone.

The snow-white knife light streaked across the alley, covering the entire range, and Zui Ge just stood there, watching the unavoidable knife light approaching him little by little.

"Wait!" The wall on the side was knocked open with a "bang", and a man wearing a hood suddenly appeared, and the scapegoat blocked the blow.

"This little girl is just the host of the sin song, not the curse spirit!" The person picked up the fallen Zhichuan Haruna, and explained to the murderous Shashu.

This conjurer who appeared suddenly has one advantage, that is, he is rich and generous.

"Actually, the wages of conjurers are quite high hahaha, it's great that you understand." Ino Takuma smiled and tried to pick a piece of meat from the grill, but was scared back by the fierce eyes of Shashu hands.

Do kids nowadays care about food like this?

Sha Shu had already eaten a lot today, but merging with a monster of Xuedouzi's level required a lot of magic power, not to mention that she also used Snow Walk, and her stomach was already rumbling with hunger.

So when the sorcerer named "Ino Takuma" offered to invite her to dinner, she followed without hesitation.

At the table of four, only one girl was eating, the sound of the barbecue was constantly sizzling, and the gravy was overflowing. With the prepared sauce and refreshing scallions, Sha Shu felt that his mood improved a lot.

"So, what do you do with Song Song?" She asked while waiting for the next batch of barbecue.

"We will send a special person to peel off the cursed object, that girl will be fine, don't worry." Nodding, seeing the tender meat change color, Sha Shu turned it over and didn't answer any more.

She didn't mean to ask what would happen to that girl.

The best timing for grilling meat is particular. It doesn’t matter if it’s a second longer or less. When it’s just right, Sha Shu quickly brings out the chopsticks, so as not to waste even a little bit of delicious food——

"Thank you for the hospitality, well, it tastes good, keep working hard!" The nasty silver-haired broom head appeared again!

"Mr. Gojo, it's too much to grab children's food anyway..."

"Yidi knows that you are too rigid. I am helping children train, train." He pulled out the chair, worked hard and stuffed himself into this small position. At the foot of the sand tree.

In stark contrast to the sandy trees that do not touch the ground.

"Senior Gojo!" Ino seemed very excited.

"Hi." After returning to him, Gojo Satoru pointed to Shashu who had re-roasted a piece of meat and said, "Look, Yidizhi, she's not even angry herself."

"Are you angry?" He also bent down and asked Sha Shu.

"No." Sha Shu replied blankly, staring at the barbecue in front of him.

Gojo Gojo waved his hand at Yijichi, as if "I said it".

"No, it's obviously angry, it's full of murderous intent." Yi Dizhi looked at the livid-faced Sha Shu and complained.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Yizhi?" The voice was prolonged, and Shashu's chopsticks never left the meat slices, and they were stuffed into his mouth the moment it was cooked, without even dipping the dipping sauce, because it was too hot. With a ferocious face, "Why would I be angry, at least I won't be angry at him until I can beat Mr. Wutiao."

Ino offered a glass of iced orange juice at the right time, and Sha Shu drank it in one gulp, thanking him with a clear face, "Thank you, Mr. Ino."

"this is nothing……"

"A very sensible choice, Xiao Shashu is indeed a smart man!" Gojo Satoru had no regrets about this, he picked up the plate and put all the raw meat slices into the baking pan, and gave a thumbs up, "But I'm the strongest, it's still too early for Little Shashu to beat me~"

"Isn't that denying that I'm bullying children at all? Mr. Gojo." Yidizhi took a step back, watching Gojo Satoru roasting meat on the grill like slices of fried meat.

Sha Shu's eyes are dead. The precious snowflake beef, which he specially saved for the last enjoyment, is rolled into a ball and rolled around under the iron clamp... Some places are burnt black, but the inside is not yet cooked. .

"Mr. Gojo! If you don't know how to barbecue, then don't waste food like this!" After a lot of patience, I finally shouted out, but Wujo Wu was full of kindness, and asked in a refreshing voice:

"Are you angry?"

Sitting back to his seat silently, Sha Shu rubbed the center of his brows, but did not answer.

Gojo Satoru didn't wait, he picked up the meat when he saw that it was almost done, put it into the dipping sauce, roughly dipped it, picked it up, and started eating.

"Don't you dare to get angry even in front of me, Xiaoshashu?" He chewed, and suddenly said, "Or what are you afraid of?"

"I don't like to be angry, and neither does she." Picking a piece of meat that was still intact from the grill, Shashu sprinkled some rose salt on it and stuffed it into his mouth, "I can't call her out when I'm angry, Wutiao gentlemen."

The action of eating meat paused, raised his eyebrows under the blindfold that no one could see, and Gojo Satoru said, "It's so unexpectedly honest."

"In front of such eyes, it's useless not to be honest." Sha Shu gradually calmed down, she was too used to adjusting her mood like this.

"That's right, it would be great if everyone could be like Sasuke." Gojo Satoru looked at Ino and Ichichi's puzzled expressions, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just talking to Sasuke about her techniques. "

"no big deal."

Taking a deep breath, Shashu poured another glass of juice. The witch and evil spirit who almost destroyed half of Heian-kyo was called "no big deal"?

I hope so.

Back at the hotel, as soon as Sha Shu turned on his phone, he saw six thousand missed calls and text messages of apology.

"Dollars?" Seeing the name, she paused, she was still not good at English or something.

After searching online, she was even more surprised, "U.S. dollars?" Could there be a gang of Americans in Ikebukuro?

Thinking about it carefully, this doesn't seem very strange, after all, I met a Russian today.

In short, six thousand is fine.

The next message is... "Huh? Liuqian is going to fight Kadota-san one-on-one?"