Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

"Really, you only think of me at this time."

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Holding a half-turned-through book in one hand, Ruzi Zi opened the sliding door with exquisite flower-and-bird paintings, stood at the door, and looked at the scene in the meeting room with a restless expression.

"Glass? Why are you here?" Gojo Satoru asked with some doubts as he moved his foot off Tsushima Ueiro's head.

Xia Youjie loosened the grip on the two assistant supervisors, took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pushed the cover of the mobile phone with his thumb, and shook it in front of Wujo Wu, "Ah, I called Nitrate here, in order to give You take care of the aftermath." He said, "After all, you look like you are impatient and want to hit someone."

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, raised his feet and casually kicked Tsushima Youweiro who was in the way aside, curled his lips, and said lazily, "It doesn't matter if you don't do this kind of thing, anyway, those rotten people Tangerine will hold my nose and clean up the mess for me."

Yarui Nishiko walked in, squatted down to check Tsushima Ueiro's injury, and healed him with the reversal technique.

The two assistant supervisors next to him wept with joy, "Thank you so much, Miss Glass!"

"You're quite measured in what you do this time." Jia Ruozi sat on the sofa, put the book in his arms on the coffee table, hooked his fingers, and pulled the ashtray, which was half full and full of cigarette butts, closer a little bit.

The female student with a cute face took out the cigarette case and lighter from the hidden pocket of her skirt, shook the cigarette case, picked up a slender lady's cigarette with her mouth, and pushed open the lid of the lighter with a bang , skillfully lit the cigarette.

Jiarui nitrous slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and the curling white mist dissipated in the air, with a satisfied look on her face.

"No smoking in the confinement room is really suffocating me."

Xia Youjie was speechless, "Glass, as a student, you should follow the student rules."

Jia Ruozi glanced sideways, "You, a bad high school student with long hair, ear piercings, and Wu who hangs out with Wu and still gets angry at Teacher Ye Moth every day for myocardial infarction, what qualifications do you have to say about me?"

"By the way, Nitro." Gojo Satoru asked, "How is that kid?"

"It's not that good." After a bit of addiction, Jia Ruzi put the remaining half of a cigarette in the ashtray and extinguished it. She said lightly, "Silently huddled in the corner by myself , not hostile to me, nor does it seem to be afraid."

"Didn't try to escape?"

"No." Jiarui Glass said, "Compared to running away, he seems more used to being treated like this, even if he is locked in a dark room by himself, he doesn't have any special reaction."

"It seems that this child had a bad life before." Xia Youjie sighed.

"That's a matter of course." Gojo Satoru kicked Tsushima Youweiro, who was still in a coma, and left another gray footprint on his suit, "After all, their father is such a Scum worse than shit."

"What should we do now?" Ieniri Glass asked, "Didn't you come here to discuss how to deal with Reo Tsushima?" She pointed to Tsushima Ueiro whose feet were like a puddle of mud, and said with a blank expression , "So have you discussed a unified opinion?"

Wujo Gojo smiled brightly, "Because they all voluntarily abstained, so the final decision rests with me~"

The two auxiliary supervisors who were forced to voluntarily abstain from voting dared not speak out.

Jia Ruozi mercilessly cast the spell, and slammed the cigarette case in his hand, "Don't use such a rude claim and such a disgusting tone at the same time, this is simply double the destruction of the young girl's heart !"

Xia Youjie had no choice but to come out to smooth things over, "So Wu, what are you going to do?"

It was the first time for the always arrogant white-haired boy to take the initiative to intervene in the game between the high-level executives of the magic world and the powerful cabinet ministers. He pondered for a while and said, "Don't tell Teacher Ye Moth about this."

Wujo Wu rolled his eyes and focused on the two assistant supervisors next to him who wanted to minimize his sense of existence, "Please ask these two supervisors to take me to meet those rotten oranges who are hiding in the dark and dare not show their faces." Now, some things are more convenient to say in person, right?"

He said brazenly, "I haven't seen you for so long, they must miss me too."

The two assistant supervisors wanted to cry but had no tears.

They shouted silently.

No!There is no such thing at all!

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Xia Youjie was entrusted by Gojo Wu.

'Jay, you go and take the brother of the twins home. Wujo Satoru said to him like this, "He is just an ordinary person, and it is not a good thing to get too involved in the affairs of the magic world." '

The infirmary was also built underground in order not to be affected by the daily training of the immature students of the high school of conjuration. The pale light and the distorted figure of Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie walked through the long and silent corridor, and came to the tightly closed infirmary. He stopped and stared at the dark brown wooden door with simple patterns in front of him.

He only needs to push open the door, and then send Shuji Tsushima back to his own home according to Satoru's instructions to complete the task, which is quite a simple matter.

This was his first contact with Shuji Tsushima after bringing the Tsushima twins back to the high school of conjuration.

The moment he realized this, Xia Youjie hesitated, and the hand he stretched out to touch the doorknob flinched.

In front of that door, the scene when he and Gojo Satoru found Tsushima Shuji and Tsushima Reyo appeared in Xia Youjie's mind.

The twins, carrying huge backpacks that looked like they were about to crush their small bodies, leaned on each other in fear, their soft hands tightly intertwined and entangled, and they were pinched by each other, glowing like losing their blood. Pale, their wet hair soaked in cold dew and sweat, their slender legs trembling slightly due to fatigue, the collapse and collapse of their clear pupils that belonged to children because of the sudden extinction of hope.

On that empty wide street, there were only two small figures of two children sticking close to each other, and only a narrow and thin shadow was dragged out behind the twins.

He deeply remembered that when the dawn was approaching that day, in the dark tent, Shuji Tsushima, the elder brother, stood in front of Reyo Tsushima, and Shuji Tsushima, a non-magician, stood in front of Reyo Tsushima, who was parasitized by the cursed spirit. In front of Reo Tsushima.

But what he and Satoru did was to cruelly separate the two children who were so dependent on each other, to loosen their tightly clasped hands, to break the bond between them, and to let their calling be heard again. less than each other.

Is this correct?

Is this wrong?

Xia Youjie suddenly had many flashes of confusion in his heart that even he couldn't catch.

Why did Tsushima Youweiro hate his own child so much?

Why is Shuji Tsushima not afraid of the curse spirit that resides on Reo Tsushima?

Why would Shuji Tsushima, who is a non-artist, stand in front of Reo Tsushima without hesitation?

Why would the ugly and evil mantra willingly be used by Reo Tsushima?

These trivial, complex, chaotic and disorderly doubts flooded in like a tide, washing away Xia Youjie's belief that was originally as solid as a rock on the shore.

Xia Youjie's fingertips hovered over the doorknob of the infirmary for a long time, but what he was hesitating about, what he was hesitating, even he himself didn't know.

chuckle.

The door of the infirmary was opened from the inside.

Shuji Tsushima stood there quietly in the narrow crack of the door, looking up at Xia Youjie, and asked softly, "Why are you standing here?"

Probably because he was born in the Chinese ethnic group, his pronunciation is always unhurried and slow, with a strange and elegant accent.

Tsushima Shuji had a smile on his face.

It was a standard, etiquette, beautiful smile that even defined the position of the corners of the mouth and the curvature of the eyes.

Rigid and inflexible, full of ironic hypocrisy.

Xia Youjie stared down at his bright iris-colored pupils.

There is a certain kind of madness and gloom buried deep in it that one dare not look directly at.

"What's wrong?" Shuji Tsushima asked with a smile.

"No, nothing." Xia Youjie said subconsciously.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I'm going to send you away now."

"Do you want to see your brother one last time before you leave? You may not have the chance to see him again in the future."

"no need."

Shuji Tsushima gave an answer that was beyond Xia Youjie's expectation.

Warm brown slightly curly hair fell on the side of Shuji Tsushima's face, and the child with a beautiful face raised his eyes to look at him, there was no weakness or begging in the cool pupils like deep springs.

"I will meet Lian Yang, but not now."

"As the weak, at the mercy of the strong, under your pretentious pity and alms, like a clown, put on a ridiculous show of cherishing each other, and please you with a tearful and embarrassing appearance, don't you think it's bad? ?”

"Such a meeting is meaningless, and it serves no purpose other than increasing weakness."

Shuji Tsushima said, "The strong dominate the weak, and the weak obey the strong. This is the nature of the world, and this is the iron law of the survival game."

"This world is the world of the strong, and bullying the weak is a matter of course, and I agree with this. So I will not do any unnecessary resistance."

"Xia Youjie, can I ask you to tell Wujo Wu for me?" Tsushima Shuji frowned, speaking softly, "I am very grateful to him for helping me protect Lianyang, and I will endure the loneliness of being alone as agreed, Lianyang Yang will temporarily ask him to take care of him."

"Until I get out of this small and powerless situation."

Something thrilling was fermenting rapidly in Shuji Tsushima's eyes.

"By the way, please help me to tell him." Shuji Tsushima showed a slightly crazy smile to Xia Youjie. If Wei Lang died, I must have done it."

"I will be like a parasite, like a dodder, clinging tightly to the Tsushima clan, sucking bone marrow, absorbing nutrients, and gradually turning this disgusting and decaying family into an empty shell puppet that I can manipulate. "He said, "I will learn to gain power, I will learn to trample on others, and I will learn to be strong."

"I won't listen to him all the time, just endure it obediently. When my position is higher than his, then Lianyang and I will meet again."

Xia Youjie didn't know what happened during the short blank time that Shuji Tsushima was alone after they left.

He also didn't know how long Tsushima Shuji's mind had gone through a long period of thinking and testing.

He simply saw it.

What was imprisoned in the child's body of Shuji Tsushima was a huge, rapidly expanding, filthy and inescapable soul like pitch-black mud.

And Xia Youjie was facing the soul directly, his body paralyzed by his dizzying declaration.

[The strong protect the weak], conjurers protect non-magicians, and those who are capable should protect those who are incapable.

Xia Youjie, who has always believed in this idea, swallowed the disgusting curse spirit, and fought desperately, was shaken for a moment.

No, not right.

Not [the strong protect the weak].

But [the strong dominate the weak]?