Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Due to excessive blood loss, Wujo Gojo played with Bao for a while and then fell asleep.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the little white cat like an angel.

Lan Tang's palm lighted up dimly, with a dark red light, and healed the deep wound under the bandage.

After all, I still couldn't bear to let him be so weak for a while.

Lan Tang quietly closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Lan Tang's restrained aura became more and more terrifying, and his golden-green eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent as sharp as a blade.

It is true that Gojo Satoru, who stopped the tool man from protecting him when the curse spirit suddenly became stronger, was at fault.

But obviously, Wujo Wu suffered such a serious injury this time, and the biggest responsibility lies with the person behind the scenes who released the three Su Nuo fingers.

Lan Tang stood at the door for half a minute, then left quietly and came to the study.

........

The Chanyuan stood in a somewhat crowded room, observing each other unobtrusively with other people.

He saw a lot of people he knew 'before he was alive', and he found that most of his 'colleagues' were from the black market, and only a small number of them were people with noble surnames like him.

As far as he knew, the 'people' who appeared here were all the same as him, and they were in a strange state of life and death.

On the surface, he is still human, he will be injured and bleed, and his resilience is so strong that it seems to be running a reversal spell all the time;

But not only their emotions seem to be separated by a layer of glass compared with when they were alive, but they will also be unconditionally loyal to the person who "resurrected" them.

But the people present are all conjurers, in other words, their spirits are not very normal.

And most of these conjurers are curse masters, and a small number of them, like him, were killed when they did shameful things, which means that everyone's spirits are distorted.

Such a group of people, including himself, on the premise of being obedient and obedient, as long as they are a convenient 'artifact', they can live until Lord Attil and Lord Ye Molantang die.

Even if emotions seem to be separated by a layer of glass, so what, this can help them, mentally abnormal lunatics, to think rationally, and, as long as they want to live, and want to live longer, as long as they are not fools, they must The conclusion of 'must make the most convenient utensils and enjoy the increased life'.

.......

The door opened.

The small conversation in the room stopped for an instant, and the whole room was silent, looking at the black-haired boy who walked into the room.

No one raised any objections, because the loyalty in their controlled souls told them that this five-year-old child was the incomparably powerful Mr. Attil.

Lan Tang looked at the 'tools' he had unintentionally accumulated in the past six months, feeling indifferent in his heart.

Without the presence of the little sun that illuminates life, the current Lantang is infinitely close to the transcendent 'Artier Rimbaud' in the previous life, like a wild beast, completely shedding the coat of 'Baobao', indifferent and Aloof, sharp and dangerous.

The golden cube was floating in the air, and three dark red withered fingers were imprisoned in it. Lan Tang's tone was calmer than he could have imagined.

"Who knows which family these fingers belong to."

Those who had no clue remained silent, but those who had some information quickly thought about it.

In the end, there was still silence. Since Su Nuo's fingers were used, it meant that this was a plan that only high-level officials could know.

The people in the room are either black market curse masters, or those who are forced to do bad things and have to go out to do bad things. At the bottom of the curse master family, no one really knows which family has spent so much money, even Su Nuo All the fingers were taken out to count the only super conjurer and the 'six eyes' of the Gojo family.

The Chanyuan gritted his teeth, and took a step forward: "Master Noctua, the elder Chanyuan Yupu I know just happens to have a little status in the Zenyuan family."

Feeling the gaze cast on him, the Chanyuan lowered his head nervously: "He is about to die, and he has been looking for a way to prolong his life. I have revealed to him a little news about the people I know can prolong his life. , he showed his loyalty to the adults through this subordinate, why don't you accept him?"

Lan Tang was stunned.

Is this a new function after the evolution of 'Color Collection'?

Not only has the number of people who can read tools increased, but it can also automatically develop offline? !

This will undoubtedly deepen the entanglement with the magic world, but Lantang can't imagine, what if, if he is so weak and fails to arrive in time, what will happen to Wu?

will die.....?

Lan Tang could not accept that his peaceful life was based on the death of his only best friend.

The arrogance in his bones is even more unacceptable to this kind of state where he can only passively accept calculations and not fight back!

In the end, Lan Tang killed the old man who was waiting in the park not far away, Yu Pou, and took him back to the study after reading him.

Everyone in the study waited until Lan Tang came back with Chanyuan You and Chanyuan Yupi.

Without hesitation, Zenyuan Yupu handed over the list of people who might be involved in this calculation, and told all the information he knew.

Unexpectedly, it was not from the Yusan family, but an ordinary upper-middle-class family who 'accidentally' got two of Su Nuo's fingers, plus the one regarded as a family heirloom, making a total of three.

As for why Attil and Gojo Satoru were counted...

"It's because of a rumor," said Feather of the Zen Academy, "Since the 'Six Eyes' of the Wutiao family was born, the curse has become stronger and stronger. Many people wish him to die so that the curse can return to its original state."

"The strongest member of the Hechuan family is the head of the first-level conjurer, and the juniors are even more mediocre. They are probably afraid that if things go on like this, their family will be so weak."

So simply kill the 'six eyes' that disturbed the balance, and let everything return to the original point.

Originally, after Gojo Satoru left the protection circle of the Gotiao family, many people felt that he was trying to die, almost counting the days to wait for the news of the other party's death. A super conjurer came back.

At that time, when the super conjurer explained that he had just lost his son and it was Gojo Satoru who pulled him out of despair, no one was not jealous of Gojo Satoru's good luck.

Going out for a stroll, it was so coincidental that I met a super magician who had just lost his son and was hidden among the people, and was raised as a foster son.

God gave him an incomparable talent, and also sent him a cock that can be free and safe when he is weak.

What good luck this is, how unfair the heavens are.

Those who knew about this at the time, and those who had malicious intentions towards Gojo Satoru, basically lost their minds.

There was even a fool who lost his composure to the point of sneering at Gojo Satoru in front of the super conjurer.

There was silence in the room, Lan Tang said softly:

"Is that so?"

For such a ridiculous reason!

Lan Tang covered his face, feeling a little funny.

He actually laughed too.

Low laughter leaked from between the fingers, gradually getting louder, sneer mixed with murderous intent swept the whole room.

After a long while, Lan Tang put down his hand and recovered his cold expression.

The black-haired child turned around and sat down on the swivel chair in the subspace.

Everyone looked at him with bated breath, like watching a king stepping up the golden steps to the throne.

At this moment, the perceptive people here have a kind of realization: the magic world is about to change.

Lan Tang looked down at a name on the list, twisted his fingers, and finally gave up the idea of ​​turning them all into his own.

"Check it, check it carefully."

Lan Tang's eyes were like blades, slashing across every 'tool'.

"People on the surface, people behind the scenes, people who execute, people who propose and discuss plans,"

"Don't let one go."

.........

Within a week, many conjurers disappeared inexplicably.

The atmosphere in the world of conjuration became more and more tense, especially the He Chuan family, who recalled all their clansmen, and became vigilant to the point of panic.

In the evening, after putting the fussy young boy to sleep, Lan Tang came to the bedroom.

Several useful tools are waiting there.

Lan Tang opened the space door: "Let's go."

Feather from the Zen Academy asked: "Your bandage...?"

"No need anymore." Lan Tang's cold voice fell, as if it sounded the death knell of the entire He Chuan family.

The Chanyuan Yu pole retreated clearly.

A golden subspace appeared, and suddenly there was a knock on the door of Lantang's bedroom, and Wujo Wu's energetic voice sounded: "Lantang Lantang, I want to sleep with you!"

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Gojo Satoru opened the door happily, but couldn't see Lantang's black face in pajamas at all. He didn't ask why Lantang wasn't asleep yet, and hugged him with a leap of faith: "Sleep together!"

Lan Tang hugged him helplessly and stuffed him into his quilt, and then got in too: "You sleep by yourself, it's already so big."

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear, sniffed the quilt vigorously, and announced: "I will sleep with Lantang from now on!"

Lan Tang bald: "Why?"

"Because I like Lantang the most!" Gojo Gojo's eyes were bright, and it seemed to be shining in the dark: "I like Lantang who holds books every day, Lantang who likes to make desserts, and Lantang who likes to water flowers. Tang...I like Lan Tang who is smiling happily and enjoying a peaceful life the most!"

Lan Tang was silent for a moment, then laughed: "Me too, I'm more happy to see you want to eat dessert but can't."

"Ahhh!" Gojo Wujo yelled and scratched Lantang's itchy flesh: "Lantang, you have changed! You have become super vicious!"

Lan Tang smiled and blocked: "This is love!"

After making a fuss all night, both of them took it for granted that they slept in the next day.

Weird.

Should have slept in.

However, Gojo Satoru bought too much sugar, and Lantang was too busy to watch him brush his teeth, so his teeth hurt so much that his gums swelled up.

Crying and being dragged to the dentist, the little white cat's whole meow became listless.

"Didn't I say that as a punishment, no sweets are allowed?"

"Originally, the punishment was only for one week." At this moment, Lan Tang seemed to have grown devil's horns, Gojo Satoru really wanted to cry!

"As a punishment for disobedience, there is no sweets to eat before school starts! You are also not allowed to steal snacks in the room!"

"Huh?!" Gojo Satoru was shocked: "How did Lan Tang know that I stole the food?"

For this idiotic question, Lan Tang threw an iron fist of love at Gojo Satoru's head: "The snack bag is just lying on the table carelessly, how could I not see it!"

.........

The cruel punishment lasted for a whole summer.

This summer, five cats and cats even eat ice cream outside.

It wasn't until the day before school started that the house was filled with a little bit of sweet fragrance again.