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On the empty road, Wujo Wu watched the rear of the car drifting away, and then looked down at the boy who was held between his arms like a briefcase.

"Is it over?" he asked.

"Soon, soon." The answer was very perfunctory.

Wutiaowu: "..."

If it were a week ago, facing this little bastard's pointless behavior, he must have confiscated the tools to prevent him from making further progress, but now...

A shadow appeared in the sky above his head at some unknown time.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth rose slightly.

Forget it.

He walked a few steps to the right like a leisurely stroll, then let go of Osamu Dazai, and lowered him to the ground. The next second, the shadow above his head was like a stalled heavy artillery shell rubbing against the two of them and smashing down hard!

The road surface made of the whole block of cement shattered like fragile tofu, and the shock wave rolled up the dust and instantly washed away the figures of the two.

The visitor didn't seem to want to give people a chance to survive, so he sneered contemptuously, and his spells were activated, and the blood-like crimson billowing magma erupted in an instant, engulfed in super-high-temperature flames that could kill people!While piercing the night as bright as day, it also turns the path it passes into a piece of death... death...

Huh? !

Leu Hu stared wide at the lonely one eye in the center of her face.

I saw that the angry crater had not yet erupted completely, as if it was suddenly injected with a powerful coolant, it went out with a "poof", leaving a few wisps of absurd blue smoke.

"what--"

The spell was interrupted? !

"GreatShot! KillingSpree!" While he was stilling, an impassioned but strange electronic voice faintly floated out of the smoke.

Immediately afterwards, a lazy male voice sighed with satisfaction: "Well~ it's still very useful, well done~"

Leu Hu: "???"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew away the smoke and solved the extremely shocked doubts in Leu Hu's heart.

The white-haired human wearing a blindfold held the black-haired boy by the back collar, blocking the boy in front of him.

Obviously, the dark-haired teenager was the key.

"It seems to be a spell spirit with a very special ability, which can nullify spell power."

The words of the monk-robed cursing master came to mind, Leo Hu squinted her eyes, and sneered knowingly: "Hmph, what I said, he is just a despicable brat who uses people to block arrows, and the so-called name is weak It was blown out, and the current human beings are indeed living in a world of falsehood."

Gojo Satoru, who was ridiculed and despised, didn't speak. He turned his blindfolded face in the direction of Utsuko, who was on the top of Mt. Fuji. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly laughed. He bent his shoulders slightly with a smile, and whispered in the boy's ear: "Dazai, look quickly, why is there such a big gap between you and this guy, who is also a super-level with wisdom?"

Whether it was getting in or out of the car, or the accident just now, after realizing that Gojo Satoru would not bother him, Osamu Dazai stopped paying attention to the things around him and focused on playing games.

Although multitasking was not worth mentioning to him, it certainly did not include the cannon fodder for coming to Wujo Satoru to trouble him.Even if the self-proclaimed strongest Gojo Satoru couldn't get rid of him, several months of getting along with him gave Osamu Dazai a deep understanding of the strength of his long-term nanny and meal ticket.

This is a super magic spirit, yes, but it is still cannon fodder, at best a more powerful cannon fodder.

He glanced casually, then lowered his head again, and said in a sad but perfunctory tone, "Are you hurting me by praising me?" As he spoke, Osamu Dazai broke away from Gojo Satoru holding the game console, and moved aside After a few steps, he raised his voice as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic: "That volcano head over there, don't be too polite, I won't help him anymore, just do it."

Gojo Satoru shook his head, "What a brat."

The sensitive Leohu could hear the contempt for her from the brief gag exchange between the two, and couldn't help laughing instead——

"What disgusting arrogance and ignorance!"

Of course, this anger was directed at Wujo Wu. In Leo Hu's view, this curse spirit was only capable of being special, so it was supervised and used by those weak.

"Boy! Use your death to spread true power and authenticity*!"

……

Rumbling--

The dull thunder-like sound continued to come from the woods not far away, and it fell silent after a while, but it didn't take long for a huge domain to rise from the lake.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai finally cleared the game and broke a new record. He happily said "yes" in victory, stuffed the game console he had played for more than an hour into his pocket, and looked into the distance.

No one knows what happened in the giant realm, and the lake is calm.

Osamu Dazai waited quietly for 2 minutes, but there was no movement.

"So slow?" He was a little puzzled. According to his understanding, Gojo Satoru always pays attention to quick results when performing tasks.

— After all, he is a busy man.

So is this special level particularly difficult to deal with, or has he not played enough with this spell?

Osamu Dazai jumped from the gap in the damaged road, slid along the ramp all the way to the bottom, and finally walked towards the lake along the road that was violently plowed out in the woods.

The forest was quiet, as if all the small animals had been scared away by the previous battle, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt fire.

"Maybe he was teaching on the spot..." Dazai Osamu murmured softly. According to that guy's temperament, it is very possible. With the current state of Knotabagi Hirohito declaring his death to the outside world, this unknown attack is almost impossible. A natural classroom, not to mention an excellent lesson.

However, even such a growth rate, which is almost spurred by seedlings, seems to be unable to keep up with the rapid changes in the situation.

Trouble, I've already come to your door...

Osamu Dazai sighed inaudibly, and stopped.

There was a slight movement in the darkness, the sound of clogs stepping on dead leaves.

The person who came did not deliberately hide his aura, and appeared in Dazai Osamu's sight without hesitation.

"Good evening, little gentleman."

The man with long hair and shawl was obviously wearing a solemn monk's robe, but his face was not so serious. With a cold arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile under the moonlight.

"Why are you walking alone in this wilderness?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes paused for a moment on the hideous scar across the man's forehead.

To this extent... the whole skull is almost torn off?

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "Because I don't know what happened, I got lost."

"It's scary to be in the forest so late, why don't you come with me." The man smiled, and his gentle voice was not aggressive, "I can take you out."

This man...is very strange.

It's not like a curse spirit, and it's not like an ordinary human being.

Undisguised malice all over his body, rashly appearing here in the middle of the night, does it have anything to do with that volcano head?

Osamu Dazai smiled on the surface: "No, Uncle Uncle~ You seem to be more dangerous than this forest."

The monk-robed man and Xia Youjie stared at the boy's emotionless iris-colored eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually widened.

"Isn't this what you yearn for, Dazai-kun?"

……

"Okay, the temporary class is over, I'll take you back."

After explaining to Yuzu Yuhito what the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Meeting is, Gojo Satoru sent the students back to the high school, and then teleported back to the original place.

However, the road on which he got off the bus was already empty, and Wujo Wu frowned subconsciously, and the next moment, his figure disappeared again.

In the short time before finding Osamu Dazai, Gojo Satoru had many thoughts in his mind with a sullen face, but when he saw the boy playing games leaning on the tree trunk under the shade of the forest, all the complicated and distracting thoughts were suppressed , as if nothing had happened on his face——

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the same place? Why did you come here?"

"It's not that you're too slow, I've already broken the record!" Osamu Dazai put away the game console he was fiddling with out of boredom, complaining louder than Gojo Satoru.

"Wow, it's amazing, so you can't wait to come to me?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai nodded, with an expression of "I'm really obedient", "But I got tired halfway through, and I don't want to leave."

"yes."

"Yes, Mr. Wutiao, don't you think it's inconvenient for us to do this? You really don't think about giving me a mobile phone or something?"

"Give you a mobile phone, and you wouldn't honestly take it to answer the phone, would you?" Gojo Satoru turned around, "Let's go, go up first."

"Am I not doing well?"

"There is still room for improvement from being a good boy." Wujo Wudao, "For example, don't plan to tell me, who did you just meet?"

This question is very interesting.

It is based on the assumption that someone must have come into contact with Osamu Dazai.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Why do you ask that?"

"That volcano head was rescued by another special class."

Osamu Dazai didn't ask why Gojo Satoru didn't stop him. Apparently, the mother hen had to protect her chicks first. He smiled and said, "Oh, it sounds bad to have a bunch of special grades together."

Although the group of special grades is not a concern for Gojo Satoru, it does not mean that it is the same for others, so he nodded, "The volcano head not only wants to kill me tonight, but also wants to take you away. I think I will be here tonight There should be more than these two curse spirits." Gojo Wu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Then the problem comes, let's not talk about me, how do these curse spirits know your existence?"

If it weren't for the two of them being open and honest before, the current dialogue would be regarded as a crisis of trust.

Ahhh, the curse spirit is so troublesome, it would be even more difficult to deal with if you still have a little IQ.

When Osamu Dazai thought of the man who appeared inexplicably, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the emotion on his face was also a faint smile, "It's very simple, Mr. Gojo, how many people have you threatened by your existence? Your eyes are staring at you where you can't see the light, I think you know better than me."

Gojo Satoru didn't reply.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Everyone who appears around you will become an object of attention, not only for your companions, but also for your enemies. Arrogance has always been a double-edged sword." His tone was calm, lightly Stated the facts, "It just so happens that my ability is quite special, so someone came to ask me if I want to hang out with them and abandon you~"

He's talking about people.

Five Enlightenments.

"Then how did Dazai-san answer him?"

"Of course I rejected it resolutely and seriously." Osamu Dazai raised his voice, looking no better than talking nonsense, "I am very satisfied with Gojo-sensei~"

The silence in the forest at night was extremely quiet. The two walked while talking, and soon came to the edge of the slope. Dazai Osamu couldn't hold back after walking up a few steps and almost slipped down. go up.

"You are really troublesome." Gojo Satoru said expressionlessly, "What do you like about me?"

"Mr. Wujo is a very good person." Osamu Dazai gave him a thumbs up without distraction, "I really like this alone."

Wutiaowu: "..."

It's really perfunctory.

"Are we going to walk back like this?"

"No, I have already contacted Yidizhi and asked him to pick it up."

Yidizhi Jiegao in the distance sneezed hard: "..."

The continuous emergence of super-level curse spirits cast a shadow over Gojo Satoru's already bad mood these days.

Knowing that the enemy has a conspiracy, he can only passively wait for the attack. Fortunately, in the face of endless attacks these years, he is also used to seeing the tricks.

He is worried about those students who are not yet grown enough to protect themselves, and he is worried about those high-level executives behind him who are not successful enough to fail.

Before publicizing the news that Huzhan Yuren is still alive, it is necessary for him to warn the rotten oranges, so that they will not be stupid again because of their useless status and so-called traditions, then he really can't help it.

After a series of sarcasm and sarcasm, he trampled Rotten Orange's face under his feet and crushed it again and again. The refreshed Gojo Satoru was about to leave when Rotten Orange, the principal of Leyan Temple of Kyoto High School, suddenly stopped him.

"How is that curse spirit next to you?" Wutiao Wuqi, who was still outspoken just a second ago, turned blue, but in a blink of an eye, the old man has regained his benevolent expression.

Gojo Satoru, who was about to step out of the room, paused for a moment, then turned his head, no expression could be seen on his blindfolded face.

"Have you found a way to exorcise or seal him?"

"Oh? What do you want to do?"

"If not, let's take him to Kyoto." Leyansi Jiashen said naturally, "There is still room for his ability to be used."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Not bad, I'm really relieved that you have finally learned to be flexible."

Without waiting for Leyan Temple to answer, Gojo Wu pointed to the old man's nose and said directly: "But even my people dare to miss it! Go and live your big spring and autumn dream!"