The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

If I had to use one word to describe the current scene, I would call it funny.

Let's move the camera down from a white-haired chuuni who is flying in the sky, pointing at the sky with one hand and pointing at the ground with the other, and move down to the edge of the battlefield on the ground. Temple, poor innocent girl here.

That's right, the girl who was kidnapped to the scene of the battle was me :)

To be honest, there is really nothing new about being forced to be a hero to save the beauty [The concubines are getting tired.jpg].

"Sang Wutiao, please forgive me, I have no choice but to. There is an adult who doesn't want the Zenyuan Shier to die now. She called you, but you didn't answer. You are on the way now. I have to delay until she arrives. "

The man holding me has faded away from the impressive social animal look of the past. Although cold sweat is constantly breaking out on his face, he speaks in a clear and orderly voice. He is actually the assistant supervisor who deals with me most often, Mr. Yamada.

The hustle and bustle of the wind made the leaves rustle, and Mr. Yamada said, becoming more calm and composed, and raised his voice: "Please don't do unnecessary things, Gojo-san, you probably don't know that I am actually a person with supernatural powers. The ability is to increase the movement speed of any object, and the smaller the object, the faster it will be. The bullets in this wooden warehouse have been specially processed, and I am confident that it will hit Miss Lin in the head before you can save her."

Ability?

I squinted my eyes, and it took me a while to find the relevant memory from the corner.

I can't blame my bad memory. It's really because supernatural powers and spell powers are two completely different power systems, and there is little intersection between the two parties.

This world is so fantastical, it is really difficult for ordinary people to live.

However, it's a pity that Mr. Yamada's plan may come to nothing.

I raised my eyes, and sure enough, those two people who fought hard and looked very high-ranking didn't even give us a wink in the corner.

Hey, what did I say, when geniuses are dueling, don't be dumb, you can't hear it.

I am embarrassed for you.

Mr. Yamada obviously didn't expect that he would be completely ignored. I heard him take two deep breaths, probably to calm his emotions, then he raised his hand and put a wooden warehouse towards the sky.

One second, two seconds.

Flying sand and walking between rocks, those two people didn't even stop their movements.

Terrible, tsk tsk tsk.

Yamada: "..."

I couldn't bear it anymore, and gave him an idea: "Mr. Yamada, you can open the wooden warehouse towards those two people. Although it will definitely not hurt them, it should still be possible to make them notice you."

Yamada: "..."

You're a noob in the eyes of others, I won't laugh at you.

If the timing wasn't right, I'd have patted him on the shoulder, after all, he looked genuinely devastated.

The duel of masters is very different from the pecking between rookies.

For example, Yamada and I are still in a stalemate, but the battlefield over there has unwittingly come to an end.

Not far away, a bright purple light suddenly flashed in the air, and then, a huge roar that was countless times louder than any previous one rang out, and the ground shook so much that stones flew up.

"What, what is that?"

Yamada seemed to be stupefied by the scene in front of him, but I rolled my eyes in the face of the increasingly strong wind, and then decisively raised my hand to grab his thumb holding the wooden warehouse and forcefully opened it back, while quickly Squat down and bow your head.

Mu Cangming sounded suddenly, and the bullet almost flew past my scalp, and I turned around, and while the man was still in a daze, I kicked him hard between the legs.

Severe screams rang in his ears, and immediately after that, there were two faint sounds of cold inhalation drifting along the wind.

The wooden warehouse I just snatched turned around flexibly in the palm of my hand, and I pointed the mouth of the wooden warehouse at Mr. Yamada, who was curled up like a shrimp and was crazily rolling, then turned around and glanced at the two people behind me who were finally willing to look over .

"Look at what I'm doing, keep going."

I raised my eyebrows and said calmly.

Gojo Satoru who just won the battle: "..."

Fuheshier who just lost half of his body: "..."

This is how people continue, chilly, and affect play.

After a moment of silence, the man who answered me was the black-haired man with a caterpillar spell wrapped around his neck. He had an evil but beautiful face. His clear and broken figure still attracts the attention extremely.

He laughed, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, this is really..."

Before the words were finished, the man slid down the incomplete wall. He sat on the ground and looked up at the layers of clouds above.

"I have a son named Hui..."*

His tone was so casual, it was clear that he was giving his last words at the end of his life, but he seemed to be saying something worthless: "Tsk, why should I mention him, whatever..."

After the man finished speaking, he gradually lowered his head and lost his voice.

Gojo Satoru stood there, took one last look at him, then turned around and walked towards me.