The strongest white-haired favorite best friend

It was the first time for the two of them to encounter such a situation, and there was no aura of curse spirits around them.

"It seems that domestic Pikachu and wild Pikachu are gone. Maybe there is really a shrine nearby. If this is the case in all of Japan, will we lose our jobs?" Gojo Satoru still focused on unimportant places, "Jie, then What can I do? How about a food connoisseur?"

"Hasn't the magic world existed for thousands of years? How can it be so easy to lose your job." Xia Youjie thought that being a gourmet connoisseur would not be able to support Wutiao's huge family. "Why don't you become a model? Maybe your white hair can make a bloody killing in the entertainment industry."

"Jie, I'm actually very introverted, and I'm afraid of other people's eyes." Gojo Satoru pretended to be embarrassed.

Xia Youjie didn't bother to remind the other party who often took him to the bakery to buy snacks and ice cream.

The eldest young master couldn't wait to bring it back to the high school and eat it directly in the store. Every time Xia Youjie faced the surrounding crowd in embarrassment.

Feel free to!

Gojo Satoru suddenly said melancholy, "I heard from the old man at home that everyone admired the world of conjuration thousands of years ago, and now conjurers are going to be extinct."

"No, there will be many ordinary people like me and Nanami Jianren who will become conjurers."

"Jie, that Nanami builder isn't necessarily a magician."

"He sure will be!"

The two clashed again because of such an incident.

"It's decided, the loser must agree to any request of the winner." Gojo Satoru suddenly proposed a bet.

"No problem!" Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu reached an agreement.

"When Jie loses, I will let Jie wear Nitro's skirt all day." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

.......

This is a bit too much!

Although he wanted to refute, Xia Youjie believed that Jianren Qihai would choose to be a magician.

"I don't care, but I'm sure the nitro will cut you into small pieces before you wear it."

The daily repertoire started to challenge each other again.

"I have no lower limit spell."

"Yes, yes, the art with no lower limit is the number one defensive ability." Xia Youjie said casually.

Wujo Wujo was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal in the next second.

"No lower limit technique is omnipotent!"

"Almighty young master, let's go faster."

While talking, the forest has already darkened.

Insufficient light, the two of them could only walk slower and slower.

Now Gojo Satoru is leading the way.

"Six eyes are very useful!"

"Looking at the road ahead, if we go wrong, we really have to sleep in the forest and graze today."

"Ah, don't do it!" Master Gojo Wuda refused to accept this kind of thing.

The two barely walked for a while.

Gojo Satoru suggested, "Let's find a place to rest. The backpack is too much for me to perform. Eat what's in the bag."

The two of them walked along the path under the faint light of the last sunset.

Walking and walking, the path disappeared, and now the two of them were walking aimlessly in the forest.

Anyway, the general direction is right, so it is not lost.

A section of incomplete fence blocked their way.

"Sure enough, there is a shrine here. Let's spend the night here tonight." Xia Youjie looked around.

The gate of the shrine is on the other side, this should be the wall behind.

Neither Gojo Wu nor Xia Youjie planned to detour, and the two long legs directly let go of the low wall.

"Huh?" Xia Youjie seemed to have tripped over something.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru held up the flashlight.

"It's nothing, I tripped over a weed." Xia Youjie looked back.

At this time, the moon is half covered by the clouds, and the shadows of the trees in the shrine are blurred.

It seemed that he was really suspicious.

But where the two didn't see, a mascot made of black clay moved.

The two found the abandoned house of the shrine and wanted to set off again tomorrow.

But as soon as Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie came in, they found that this shrine was completely different from the shrine they had visited on weekdays.

Under the weak light source of the mobile phone, there is a mottled picture of flying dragons flying on the wall in the middle of the house.

I can imagine how amazing this painting was at the beginning.

"This mural is an antique, right? It's a pity that no one came to protect it." Xia Youjie took a closer look.

"This painting may be an unfinished product." Gojo Satoru looked at the picture, "Look at the dragon's eyes, they don't even have pupils."

"Is it the finishing touch in the legend?" Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the allusion in the legend.

"Draw the eyes, and the dragon will fly?" Xia Youjie also remembered the same thing.

"This mural is awesome. After taking a picture, ask Wu Tiao Youzi to find a painter to copy it. Next time, the old man's birthday present will not need to worry about it."

"You're so opportunistic. It's a pity that this shrine is deserted!" Xia Youjie's attention was elsewhere.

It's early spring now, and it's still a little cold at night.

He found some dead grass in the yard of the shrine. "This shrine is really old. There is a hearth and an iron pot in the middle of the room. Is this a shrine hundreds of years ago?"

There is also a well in the yard. The rope in the well has rotted long ago, but the top is very clean, with no dead leaves or small animal corpses.

This was obviously different from what Xia Youjie thought.

There should be no problem, anyway, it should be no problem to wash your hands after boiling.

Xia Youjie took off the backpack straps of the two of them, and barely filled some water with a cup.

Of course, at this time, the white-haired young master would only watch. "Jie, we'll leave tomorrow morning anyway, so there's no need to bother."

"Don't you want to wash your hands and face?" Xia Youjie brushed aside the obstructing hair.

Gojo Satoru doesn't care what he does, but he wants to wash his hair!

There is also Wujou's saliva on it, it's super disgusting to think about it!

After some tossing, enough well water was finally boiled in the iron pot.

"Wu, come and help!" Xia Youjie half bent over and lowered his head, holding his hair in his hands.

Gojo Satoru didn't figure out what Xia Youjie was going to do halfway through.

"I want to wash my hair, it's all because of you, my hair is all messed up."

Gojo Satoru didn't realize the culprit at all, "Wow, Jay, your hair has grown a lot."

Xia Youjie could only instruct the young master a little bit on what to do.

"Understood, understood." Gojo Satoru swore while holding hot water.

"Slow down, slow down, I'm choking up my nose!" Sure enough, the process was exactly as Xia Youjie imagined.

After washing his hair, Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief, and the water in his nose was cleared out, and he was very relaxed.

"We are like Survival in the Wilderness in the American drama, Jie, I want to drink soup."

"Do you want weed soup?" Xia Youjie sat down beside the hearth with his head down, his wet hair draped behind his shoulders, and he was gesticulating with a piece of wood in the yard.

With the light of the fire, the shadows on the floor were faint.

Gojo Satoru suddenly discovered something interesting and used ten kinds of shadow spells, which he was not proficient in.

Forcing Xia Youjie to grow two cat ears on his shadow.

The key is that the ears are still moving.

"Young master, you are so boring." Xia Youjie realized that his shadow had turned into Wujo Wu's toy.

"There is no magic spirit for me to play, and now there is no mobile phone signal, the night is really long."

"Save a little bit of your magic power." Xia Youjie was sharpening the wooden knife little by little while reflecting the fire.

His abilities are unusable, at least around this temple.

He has a wooden knife in his hand, which can make him relax.

Besides, it's really boring now!

"Enlightenment, add cat ears to your own shadow."