The spell daily of the departed savior

But with this kind of existence, why did he hide his tracks and suppress his original desire/desire for ten years?

When Gojo Satoru was expressionless, he unreservedly showed the sense of oppression brought about by being the strongest magician.

"Who is controlling this super curse spirit?" Gojo Wu's voice was very soft, but with deep anger: "The other party didn't even want Xiaoli to come back alive."

Miwa anticipated his own death, so he entrusted his students to him, then what?The student who grew up safely under Sanwa's care died as soon as he got into his hands?What is the difference between this and hitting him in the face directly, pointing at him naked/naked/naked and scolding him that he is inferior to Sanlun and not a good teacher!

Gojo Satoru suppressed the rising anger in his heart, and sneered, "Night Moth, there is an inner ghost colluding with Cursing Fang in the Kyoto school or in our place. Is it you?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned instantly: "Enlightenment..."

"Ok?"

"Give me an honorific!!!"

Ye Mo Zhengdao strangled Gojo Wu's neck with a grabbing move, and the strongest conjurer had to use the arm that was pulled behind him to pat Ye Mo Zhengdao's shoulder continuously.

"Cough, cough, I know, I know Principal Noctua, let go, I'm going to die."

Noctua Zhengdao snorted, let go of Wutiaowu like a stream of kindness, and then said with a bad expression: "I have been your teacher since you were a student in a college, and you still doubt me, little brat?"

Gojo Satoru looked at each other with a grin, but it was obvious that he didn't fully believe it.

Night Moth sighed silently.

As the principal of the Tokyo School of Conjuration, Ye Mo Zhengdao, who often has to obey the orders of high-level conjurers in the conjuration world, knows exactly what kind of rotten and ignorant things those old guys abide by. The Wujo enlightenment brought freedom, and a clearer understanding of what is involuntary.

As a teacher, he watched Gojo Satoru grow up. From the student days when he was intimate with his best friend Xia Youjie to the teacher time when he personally killed his best friend because of orders from high-level officials, he witnessed all the changes in this child.

Therefore, it is very clear how the other party hates the high-level spells.

Although Wu is smiling now, there must have been a piece of heart named Xia Youjie inside...

Ye Mozheng rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "I will pay attention to find out that ghost."

"As for Wuli... I'm afraid he's already been targeted by the high-level conjurers."

Ye Mozhengdao seriously persuaded Gojo Satoru: "Since the conflict with the Kyoto school before the exchange meeting, he has entered the field of vision of Kamo and the Zen Academy, and was also feared by Kashin of Leyan Temple. Now this accident is completely It can be proved that a certain high-level person hiding in the dark has the intention of killing him. In this case, it is better for Wuli to leave the high school temporarily to avoid the limelight."

"I do not want."

Gojo Satoru vetoed Ye Mo Zhengdao's suggestion without hesitation: "I managed to trick Xiao Li out of his snail shell, how could I make him escape from anything. Besides..."

As if thinking of something, Wutiao Wuchong laughed in astonishment, "It's just this level, Xiaoli can handle it. That guy, after single-handedly fighting all the capable people in the whole world, he still Successfully saved the world from its inevitable end."

"That's a monster that is bound by the three rounds and one word to maintain a human shell."

……

Wuli is not interested in Wutiao Satoru who has disappeared, and has no intention of finding out the culprit who caused his serious injury immediately.

He just calmly distributed the omelet rice to everyone, and then sat down at the table amid Zenyuan Maki's weird expression of hesitating to speak.

"Oh, omelet rice?"

It was the first time to try Wuli's cooking skills, and the panda who didn't know what kind of hell he was going to face picked up a spoon at the side, and after thanking Wuli for letting them eat, he happily prepared a good-looking omelet rice Hold out the spoon—

Zenyuan Maki couldn't bear to see the next scene and turned her head away.

"puff--!!!"

The panda, who was stuffed with a strange taste without preparation, used his excellent reaction during the battle to barely turn around, avoiding the embarrassing scene of rudely spraying/splashing the table.

Seeing this, the dog Juanji, who hadn't eaten yet, silently lowered the spoon in his hand.

The panda looked at Wuli with tears in his eyes, and asked tremblingly, "Mr. Wuli, how can omelet rice taste like this?"

"?"

Wuli tasted his own, and after confirming that today's omelet rice is the same as the previous ones, he calmly asked, "So classmate Panda not only looks like a panda, but also eats bamboo?"

"Yes~~" Without waiting for the panda to answer, Gojo Wu suddenly poked his head out from the top of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said with a smile, "I suggest feeding bamboo shoots to the panda students."

The panda classmate who hates eating bamboo shoots the most: ...you have taken all the bamboo shoots, Mr. Wutiao!

"I didn't prepare your share." Wuli was not surprised by Wujo Wu's appearance.

Gojo Satoru turned upside down from above the floor-to-ceiling windows and landed on the ground, and walked in with a bag in his arms: "It's okay, I came after I had made up my mind and finished cooking."

Zenyuan Maki Shiyu glanced at her unreliable teacher, sighed, lowered her head and continued to swallow her share of omelet rice with no expression on her face.

——During the special training with Teacher Wuli before, it was the kind and reliable teacher Qihai next door who didn't want everyone's stomach to be ravaged/ravaged, so he took the daily meals.

But now that Mr. Wuli had just fought against a super-level curse spirit and was seriously injured, he had just completed the treatment. Mr. Wuli was going to cook, who would have the heart to stop him?

Just think it's to make Teacher Wuli happy.

Chanyuan Maki swallowed another spoonful.

Gojo Satoru couldn't understand the atmosphere at all, so he squeezed in beside Wuli and sat down, groping with his palm in the paper bag hanging on his arm: "I brought Xiaoli a comforting gift~ Are you looking forward to it, Xiaoli?"

Wuli: "I'm not looking forward to it, but I hope you sit far away from me..."

"Clang clang clang clang! It is a good thing that is famous in Ginza."

Before Wuli finished speaking, Gojo Satoru took out a bottle of exquisite canned green food, smiled cutely and looked forward to it: "I heard that many people are willing to queue up in the sun for a whole day to eat it. It took me a lot of thought to get it, are you happy, Xiaoli?"

Saying that, without waiting for Wuli's response, Gojo Satoru quickly unscrewed the lid and sprinkled the green powder on Wuli's omelet rice: "This is an excellent seasoning that makes your cooking delicious. Come on Try it, hey, it’s okay if you shake your hand a lot~ hehehe."

Wuli glanced at Gojo Satoru, and calmly put the omelet rice into his mouth to chew.

Gojo Satoru looked at it expectantly for a long time, then put away his smile in disappointment: "Eh? Did Xiaoli not respond at all?"

"What reaction do you want?" Wuli's expression didn't change a bit.

Jianren Nanami, who had a deep understanding of Gojo Satoru, felt something was wrong, picked up the bottle that Gojo Satoru had placed on the table, and saw the words on it...

Chaojue Hell Jinshuang special mustard powder.

Remarks: since the opening of the store, less than [-] customers have successfully challenged the limited delicacy, allowing you to experience the pleasure/sense of rising/day/like.

Jianren Qihai: "..."

"Five-points-enlightenment-!"

Jianren Qihai's face was black, and he gritted his teeth: "What did you feed Mr. Wuli? Didn't you see the injury to his stomach? It's just right!"

Realizing something was wrong from Jianren Qihai's fierce reaction, Zenyuan Maki grabbed the bottle and said, "..."

"Teacher Wutiao—!" Zenyuan Maki's face changed drastically: "How can you give wasabi to someone who was seriously injured just now?!"

Gojo Satoru blinked innocently, poked Wuli's slightly cool cheek with his slender fingers, and forcibly poked a small dimple on the other side: "But, Xiaoli had a great time eating."

Everyone looked at Wuli stiffly, and they found that the young man was still putting the omelet rice into his mouth and chewing as usual, and he was almost finished.

"..."

Gojo Satoru was still smiling and said, "This guy won't waste food~ He'll eat anything you give him. Do you want to try it?"

Zenyuan Maki laughed angrily, she stood up and snatched the plate in front of Wuli: "Teacher! You can skip this kind of food, and seriously injured patients who have hurt their stomachs can't eat this kind of spicy food. And—— —”

She turned to Gojo Satoru with a smirk: "This kind of person can also be beaten."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Then at the next moment, Zenyuan Maki grabbed the spear standing on the side wall and rushed to Wujo Wutiao, and said with a gloomy smile: "Teacher Wutiao, thank you for letting me meet such a great gym teacher as Wuli Next, let you check and accept my learning results!"

Gojo Satoru reacted quickly by jumping and turning over to leave the spot. With lingering fear, he looked at the hole on the bench where Wuli was poked out, which had perfectly avoided Wuli who was very close to him. He patted his chest in shock, turned and ran away.

"Since the gift is here, I'll leave first—bye, Xiaoli!"

Qihai Jianren and Zenyuan Maki quickly copied the magic tools and chased after them.

"Five Enlightenments!"

"Teacher Wutiao!"

……

There were only two sophomores left, staring dumbfounded at the rapid development, then turned their heads tremblingly, and looked at Wuli who took the plate and calmly ate the rest of the food.

The dog curled back and swallowed.

Even if he didn't eat it, from the description of the bottle and the smell that began to spread in the air, he can roughly guess what kind of devil's smell it is. Someone can eat super mustard with a blank face... In a sense , Teacher Wuli is also terrible.

He whispered: "Pickle, pickle high vegetables." (It's dangerous, be careful.)

Goujuanji made up his mind that he will absolutely cherish food in the future.

Hearing Gou Juanji's words, the panda shuddered subconsciously, and quickly lowered its head to finish the omelet rice that he had despised just a moment ago.

I'm sorry Mr. Wuli, I'm too picky about food.This is easier to eat than wasabi!

Wuli saw everyone's reactions in his eyes, his long sharp eyebrows were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared on his expressionless handsome face.

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru: Xiaoli is super interesting!

Jianren Qihai smiled kindly and took out his machete.

"The plan went well, no one noticed me."

The blue-haired curse spirit threw a small heavy box at the black-haired young man with his eyes closed and meditating: "All the Su Nuo fingers saved by Gaozhuan are here."

Seeing the other party sitting on the tatami, wearing cassock like a Buddha statue, the real person walked over and sat next to the other party: "But, there seems to be something wrong with your plan?"

The young man slowly opened his long and narrow black eyes, a suture line on his smooth forehead destroyed the bewitching sense of compassion on his face, the Buddha statue fell into evil, and has been in purgatory ever since.

"I underestimated that person named Wuli."

Xia Youjie readily admitted.

He held the box thrown by the real man with one hand, and his body covered in cassocks leaned forward slightly, leaning on his cheek with one hand: "In order to be safe, I have replaced the special spell spirit with him according to the old orange's suggestion. After Wuli's death, I saw Gojo Satoru's funny expressions... Tsk."

The person who can be recommended by Gojo Goku with all his strength is a physical education teacher who doesn't even have magic power?

Although Xia Youjie had never seen Wuli with his own eyes, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

The real man let out a muffled laugh, and suddenly remembered something, his relaxed and stretched body tensed again: "Wuli, and that [-]-point conjurer...will kill them one day."

Xia Youjie gave a happy "hmm", narrowed his slender eyebrows, and half-closed his black eyes with pity for death: "Then I'll leave it to you."

·

When Jianren Qihai found Wujo Wu, the other party was crossing his legs, propping his cheeks so that he was drowsy from boredom, while perfunctorily listening to the rigid report on the phone.

Sensing the sound of footsteps approaching, Gojo Satoru raised his head and glanced there, then stretched out his slender fingers and pressed the phone.

"Yo, Nanami~" Gojo Satoru raised a bright smile and waved at Jianren Nanami.

"Is it okay if you don't listen to the report of the Wutiao family?"

"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "Even if you don't listen, you know that there must be those old oranges in this incident. No matter which floor you dig, there is no way to directly Get that guy out and convict him, and at most give the Wutiao family a scapegoat."

In this space where only trusted juniors are present, the strongest conjurer showed undisguised disgust and irritability: "Aren't there few similar things that happen? Which one doesn't end up being nothing, even after three rounds? Didn't make it to the end."

Jianren Nanami was stunned for a moment before realizing that Gojo Satoru was not talking about Miwa Kasumi, a student from the Kyoto school, but Gojo Satoru's mysterious friend whom he had never even met Masamori Noctua.

"Let's talk." While Nanami Jianren was thinking, Gojo Satoru changed his posture, with his slender and straight legs crossed, and when his arms were resting on his cheeks, the light from the flower window behind him shone on him. , his face sank into shadows.

"Is Qi Haihai here to ask about Xiaoli?"

Jianren Qihai, who had been seen through his intentions, had no intention of hiding anything. He nodded: "When I first met Mr. Wuli, I thought he was a dangerous person who might cause harm to Gaozhuan. This The point of view has not changed until now, even with you vouching for him, but with all due respect, you cannot completely control him."

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, but actually acquiesced to his statement.

Jianren Qihai pushed the goggles, and asked calmly: "What I want to ask is—why did Mr. Wuli have that number of injuries, and."

He paused, and then continued: "His attitude towards pain seems to be insensible, and his tolerance for the taste of food. This is completely out of the normal human being's attitude."