After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

Takasawa Mountain, a cliff in the north.

On the cliff, the wind from bottom to top blows the maid's dress of Shi Yangjin into the air, and the woman with combed hair is sitting there, looking at a ball carved with delicate patterns in her hand.

can not see it.

The outer one should be a sealing device to prevent spiritual power from leaking.

Wutiaoqing sighed slightly, with a bit of distress on his face.

If it is opened now, it will probably attract attention, which is really troublesome.

Send it to Fengshen and ask him to send it back to Honmaru. If it doesn’t work, let your aunt send it back.

He put the ball back into his arms, took out the good wine he got, sipped it carefully, and waited for his messenger to come.

Below the cliff is a cliff, and the turbulent river at the bottom reveals the dangerous side of nature, which is thrilling and fascinating, and people can't help but be intoxicated.

……

"You are very bold."

A deep and hoarse voice sounded, and Wu Tiaoqing's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could react, he was picked up from the cliff by his neck.

The owner of the other courtyard, the man with cherry-colored hair, appeared out of nowhere, with a murderous expression on his tough face that was completely different from the lack of interest just now.

Why is this guy here? !

Wujo Qing was terrified, he was strangled by the throat like a little chick and carried in mid-air, the suffocation and pain made his feet shake uncontrollably, and his hands grabbed the hands on his neck vigorously.

"What about things?"

Su Nuo asked him, "Hand it over, and tell me how you escaped my eyes by the way."

This woman obviously didn't feel any spiritual power or spell power, but she was able to steal things out under the noses of him and He Mao Lingsuo. It is undeniable that he was a little interested.

He looked critically at the woman with a pained expression on her hands who couldn't speak, snorted, and threw her to the ground, then walked over, knelt down, grabbed her hair and lifted her head up.

"My uncle is not very patient, don't let me repeat it a second time."

- "Let go."

Su Nuo's expression was suddenly dull, his hands loosened, and Wutiaoqing got up from the ground, his neatly combed hair became messy, the color of his black hair seemed to be starting to lighten, and the pinch mark on his neck was already a little purple. The ink color of both eyes has faded now, and the clear emerald green is almost transparent, exuding a kind of non-mechanical luster.

Seeing that the other party was under control, Wujo Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his sore throat and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Wow—"

Above the sky, a huge black eagle circled down, Wu Tiaoqing gave a 'tsk' sound, jumped down from the cliff, and landed firmly on the back of the black eagle, he looked back at the cliff and still maintained the same level as before. The man in motion stroked the black eagle's feathers beneath him.

There was another sharp cry, and the black eagle flew him at a very high speed, and the whistling wind turned into a sharp blade, which hurt his face.

As soon as he was about to leave that mountain, the crisis in Wutiao Qing's heart suddenly exploded like gunpowder being ignited. Almost subconsciously, he let the black eagle under him change the flight trajectory immediately, but it was still a step too late.

An invisible sharp blade slid across his arm, and blood sprayed out. He clutched his wound and turned his head suddenly. Not far away, a man with cherry-colored hair jumped in the air, and the distance between him and the black eagle kept getting closer.

Seeing him turn around, there was interest in those sharp eyes, and lightly raised his fingers, and several blades that could not be caught by the naked eye approached with the sound of piercing the air.

This guy……? !

Wujoqing pursed her lips tightly, turned her head to find the flow of voice in the air and controlled the black eagle to avoid the blade behind her.

The other party seemed to be particularly comfortable, falling behind unhurriedly, keeping a subtle distance, and making a few blades from time to time, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Compared with him, Wu Tiaoqing looked much more embarrassed. He and Hei Ying had many wounds on their bodies, and the huge target was like a moving target for the other party.

Wutiao's clear eyes gradually darkened.

The birds all over the mountains and plains seemed to be called, and flew out of the forest continuously, forming a huge black mist to block the direction the man was going. Wu Tiaoqing took the opportunity to control the black eagle to circle down and fall into the forest.

After landing, he let the black eagle leave, and saw the black mist of birds and birds through the gaps in the branches, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This little thing probably can't stop the other party, it seems that there is no other way, then there is only...

He took off the hairpin on his head, and his long black hair poured down like a waterfall. He raised the hem of his skirt and ran on the mountain path, running towards the two breaths he sensed.

In the forest not far away, the fiery red leaves made the entire forest look like a sea of ​​red. Looking at the gorgeous scenery around him, Gojo Satoru held the back of his head with his hands and smacked his lips.

"That guy will enjoy it. He chose such a place to build another courtyard."

"Are you really going to steal the Jade of the Four Souls?" Abe Seimei, who was walking beside him, looked helpless, Gojo Satoru stopped, crossed his hands in front of him, and said solemnly: "Qingming, what do you mean by stealing?"

"That guy Su Nuo is not the owner of the Jade of the Four Souls, he is the one who actually stole it."

"I'm at most called a chivalrous man who acts bravely when he sees justice."

Abe Seimei: "..."

All right, you'll be happy.

He didn't have much contact with Su Nuo, who was a man of the magic line, and he had very little communication with Qingming, but he heard a lot of rumors.

The opponent is powerful, but according to the rumors, his personality is not easy to get along with, he behaves perversely and cruelly, and he never cares about the lives of ordinary people when exorcising curses. This alone makes Abe Seimei lose his favor, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.

However, most conjurers have weird personalities, perhaps because their source of power is their own negative emotions. The curse is also caused by human malice, but there are also conjurers who are willing to make concerns for the common people.

Abe Seimei is not good at evaluating whether it is because the essence determines the result, or whether it is maliciously affecting the essence.

It's just that those conjurers who did things too extreme were pulled into the list of refusal by him.

As for why Gojo Satoru likes to make things difficult for the other party...

Abe Seimei glanced at the tall and big man beside him but insisted on poking this flower or that leaf, the extremely childish young master twitched the corner of his mouth.

Probably, no, there is a high probability that the other party is more arrogant than him.

Gojo Satoru's personality is flamboyant and reckless, but in any case, there is a big family behind him, no matter how arrogant he is, there is a limit.

But Su Nuo is different. The other party is completely unrestrained, and ignores all behavior rules. His personality is extremely domineering, but he has a good ability.

Maverick, really reckless to the extreme.

If they got offended, the other party had done such a thing as killing a big noble in the street, and they walked out of the capital swaggeringly afterwards.

The strong are always privileged.

Abe Seimei sighed in his heart. Seriously, seeing these people being so reckless, every time he was picked on by his colleagues and some nobles, he couldn't help but wonder if someday he would expose the gods so that these people would stop ?

But forget it, there is no end to Gao Tianyuan's side just like this now, if he uses the generals carelessly, he probably can't help but take action himself.

Just the fact that he has contracted with the god general is already stepping on the thunder point over there.

There are indeed differences between people.

Abe Seimei couldn't help shaking his head.

As the two walked, they suddenly stopped at the same time and looked at the forest in front of them.

A woman dressed as a maid ran out from there, her hair was disheveled, her whole body was covered with blood and she was in a state of embarrassment. Where the clothes were torn, you could still see bleeding wounds. Her beautiful face was bloodless, full of fear and panic.

When she saw the figure opposite, the woman's eyes burst into an astonishing light, as if she finally saw hope.

"Help!"

The nightingale cried blood, and the black hair floated in the air like broken wings, and then fell to the ground. Abe Seimei caught the opponent before he fell, and the moment his fingers touched him, his eyes widened slightly, showing a little surprise.

"you……"

"Please, save me." The woman clutched his arm, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood. She raised her head, her face was extremely pale, her white teeth bit her red lips tightly, and big tears came from the flushed The eye sockets slid down, and Abe Seimei saw a frightening bruise spread on the other party's fair neck, as if someone had pinched it hard.

Regardless of the surprise in his heart, Abe Seimei's expression became serious, and he asked softly, "May I ask what happened?"

"Someone...someone is going to kill me, and he said he's going to gouge out my eyes!" The woman couldn't help sobbing, and Abe Seimei could feel that the other person's body was shaking constantly because of fear, like willow leaves shaking in the wind.

Gojo Satoru squatted down, looked at the other party's beautiful facial features that could not be concealed even though his hair was disheveled, and those dark green eyes that looked like fine emeralds, and rubbed his chin to ponder. "This is really, such a beautiful lady can do it..."

He looked at the other party, and suddenly stopped, "Qingming, do you feel that she looks familiar?"

"Looks like I've seen it somewhere."

He moved closer, his oppressive figure made the woman shiver, she shrank her body and buried her head in Abe Seimei's arms.

"..."

"The son of the Wutiao family?"

The cherry-haired man fell from the sky, stepped on a branch, and looked down at the three people below.