The spell daily of the departed savior

The qi flowing smoothly around his body became violent, and the angry killing intent let out a sharp roar.

"Who colluded with the government and customized the spell to kill my teacher!"

The hurricane caused by the frantic airflow formed a vortex of power in the small room. The floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides could not withstand this too strong pressure, and after barely supporting it for a few seconds, they suddenly shattered. Grind into powder.

The crisp sound of glass breaking mixed with the crackling sound produced by the compressed air attracted the attention of the surrounding teachers and students.

"Teacher?" Knotweed Yuren jumped into the air a few times, and quickly ran over from the playground in the distance: "Is there a curse spirit invading and attacking?"

A few days had passed since the invasion of the high school by the curse spirits at the exchange meeting, and it was obvious that the students were still vigilant.

There are only two intact chairs left in the room.

Gojo Satoru, who had been sitting quietly in one of them, put his hands in his pockets, stood up slowly, raised the corners of his lips to show a cold smile, and comforted his beloved student: "No."

"There is only one mad beast."

Sitting on the chair, Wu Li lowered his head, and the long black hair that slid down his shoulders covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

Amidst the worried expression of Kojou Yujin and Gojo Goki's calm wait, Wuli stood up.

In the chaos of the place, the young man's slender and tall body was like a long knife drawn out of its sheath, with a murderous intent.

"I will find out who prepared this curse spirit ten years ago to kill my teacher."

"Whether the person hiding behind has anything to do with the teacher's death in battle or not." Wu Li's expression was stern and cold: "I will let him know, don't snatch other people's hearts."

—Cry and repent in hell, quench my wrath with death.

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Jianren Qihai folded his arms around his chest, calmly looking at the building in front of him which was being cleaned up and rebuilt.

"Yo, Nanami~"

The weight of an arm suddenly fell on his shoulder, and a familiar giggle sounded nearby.

"Shouldn't you be recuperating in the dormitory? Are you so diligent that you have to oversee construction maintenance?" Wujo Wugou smiled and approached Qihai Jianren's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Or, someone heard about the small From today, the out-of-control force went berserk, so you ran over worried?"

Jianren Qihai calmly raised his hand and pushed his glasses: "Compared to Mr. Wuli, I think you who were with him at that time were more suspicious. What did you do this time to make Mr. Wuli lose control?"

"Hey~~ Why is this like this." Gojo Satoru covered his heart sadly, and made a weak appearance of being hurt: "The cute junior doesn't believe me anymore, but prefers an outsider instead. Obviously I am so good and reliable grown ups."

Jianren Qihai: ... Don't you know what's going on in your heart?

"So, when Wuli-kun lost control of his emotions, what were you talking about?" Jianren Qihai, who had long been accustomed to Wujo Wutiao's unreliability, took a step forward, and shook off the other's arm on his shoulder.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, pretending not to notice that the other party had secretly changed his concept and exchanged his out-of-control power for out-of-control emotions.

——Is it because I am afraid that when I write the report, the word "power out of control" will have a bad influence on Xiaoli?Oh yeah~ The cute elementary school boy really grows up and is about to be slaughtered. After only a few months, his heart is already leaning towards Xiaoli.

but……

He shrugged his shoulders, and said the reason indifferently: "Xiao Li has always been brooding over his teacher's death. The super-level curse spirit you encountered this time is probably related to his teacher's previous mission."

Jianren Qihai didn't expect such an answer, and his tall body paused.

"Approved." Gojo Satoru stood lazily in his pocket.

"?" Jianren Qihai frowned and looked inquiringly.

Gojo Satoru said with a grin, "Don't you want to care about Xia Xiaoli? I said, I'll give you a vacation~"

"No matter how long the leave you want to apply for, it doesn't matter if it's a day or a month, stay with Xiaoli until you feel ok."

He tilted his head, his eyes seemed to see all the mental activities of Jianren Qihai through the blindfold.

Jianren Qihai raised his eyebrows, his expression a little stiff.

But after all, he still didn't refute Gojo Satoru's words.

But when he turned to leave, he suddenly stood still, turned around and said: "Counting the first meeting, Mr. Wuli has saved me twice, and I only asked to repay his kindness."

Gojo Satoru responded with "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssateds', nodding quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, but his tone was perfunctory: "yes, yes, it's not because of Qi Haihai's selfishness at all, and definitely not because of love for Xiaoli. It must be because of righteousness." !"

Jianren Qihai always felt that there was something in the other party's words, but when he frowned and was about to explain, Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said goodbye first.

"I know, don't worry, it's just because Xiao Li is your savior!"

Qihai Jianren: ………

It was all right, but I just wanted to punch him a little bit.

The information dealer in Ikebukuro asked the Headless Horseman to bring Wuli a thick document bag.

Wuli shook the weight in his hand, and raised his long sharp eyebrows: "It's a pity, if Orihara refuses to give me the information, I can go to Ikebukuro."

The woman standing opposite him, wearing a tight leather motorcycle suit and wearing a helmet whose face could not be seen, just listened quietly. She held the motorcycle with her hand, as if she would leave after delivering the goods.

"But I'm curious, Miss Celty Sturluson." Wu Li stopped the lady on the engine, and asked her with a chuckle, "What do you think is the probability that Orihara Rin will also prevaricate me with a pile of waste papers?" ?”

Celty hesitated.

Based on the character of Ikebukuro's intelligence dealer who is as top-notch in ability and bad taste, this may be almost equal to 100%.It's not that I haven't done it before...

However, Wuli obviously didn't intend to delve into this matter, he just smiled and nodded to Serti and said goodbye: "Next time Miss Sturluson delivers goods for Orihara, you can consider writing a note 'the goods are in stock. Ask Orihara for the problem, I am innocent'."

The other party tilted his motorcycle helmet, and he looked like he was thinking about it.

Wuli continued, "It's just a small suggestion. There's no reason for Orihara Rinya's mess to be dealt with by Ms. Sturluson, but just ignore it."

"Please send a message to Orihara Lin for me—"

Wu Li's black eyes glanced at a certain blond conjurer across the street calmly, and his figure in a crimson robe fell into the shadow of the alley.

"The investigation on Sanwa Yiyan continues, focusing on high-level figures in the magic circle who can connect with people from the Kyoto government."

Red light turns green.

The huge flow of people in Ginza began to move, and the blond conjurer stepped onto the zebra crossing along with the crowd.

But even if the crowd was crowded, the conjurer's particularly shining blond hair and aura could still make people notice him at a glance.

Celty also noticed the conjurer.

She remembered what Orihara Rin told her before she left.

"If you see a man with blond hair and a white suit but a leopard-print tie, sneak him the other Wuli file I gave you. Heh heh heh~ I really hope he sees that guy Wuli It must be very interesting to see the expression on his deeds! Sure enough, I still like humans the most, let’s forget about monsters like Wuli.”

——But you didn’t tell me how to get the information under Wuli’s eyelids.If the person involved sees it, is it considered secret?

Celti thought about it calmly, and then fished out the Bloody Night from Ikebukuro in his memory, and compared his winning rate in the conflict with Wuli.

Then she decided to go back to Ikebukuro immediately.

Serti made a decisive decision, stepped on the motorcycle and before Wuli could say anything, his sassy figure disappeared from the streets of Ginza like lightning.

"Mr. Qihai." Wuli greeted Jianren Qihai who came over with his usual expression, but he was merciless when he asked: "Is Mr. Qihai here to monitor me? How do you feel after following me? I thought you would Always hide your body until I return to the high school, what made you decide to appear in front of me?"

As he said that, he smiled without any warmth and glanced at the direction where Celty disappeared: "Or, Nanami-kun is more interested in Ikebukuro?"

Qihai Jianren's eyes calmly slid over the document bag in Wuli's hand that he didn't intend to hide at all, and then turned back to that handsome face full of malice even when he smiled.

"I hate working overtime."

The unexpected answer made Wuli raise his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue talking.

"I was injured three times in a row by super-level curse spirits, and I am on work-related injury vacation." Jianren Qihai calmly explained: "Now is not my working time, and no matter what I see, it is not my job content. Don't worry, I will not report to Wutiao The sir or the high school will make a report."

He frowned, with a disgusted expression on his face: "It is my principle not to log into my work account during vacation."

Wuli was amused by Qihai Jianren's excellent social animal speech.

His thin red lips were slightly curved, and his indifferent brows and eyes, which seemed to be isolated from the whole world, were rarely stained with a smile.

The wind blowing from the bustling street blew the young man's long black hair, the corner of the crimson robe swayed gently, and his handsome face complemented the robe.

Jianren Qihai froze for a moment, and his tightly functioning brain became dull for a moment, before he remembered his purpose again.

"I thought that after suffering such a serious injury and losing control of his strength, Mr. Wuli would choose to recuperate in the teacher's dormitory for a few days. I didn't expect to ask the students of the Zen Academy to find out that Mr. Wuli went out today."

Disapproval appeared on his mature and reliable face: "Even though Mr. Wuli is strong, it's better to take a break after such a serious injury. After the experience of fighting side by side twice, Mr. Wuli may trust me a little bit. ? If you need to do something, you can also ask me for help."

Jianren Qihai paused, and added another sentence to Wuli's slightly surprised expression: "I'm on vacation and have a lot of time."

After confirming the other party's intention, Wuli restrained the expression just now, smiled lowly and shook his head: "It's my private matter, there is no need to bother Qi Haijun. Besides..."

Wuli tilted his head slightly, looking inquiringly at the direction where Celti disappeared.

Unlike other telekinetics, he cannot use his specific telekinetic ability as he pleases.

In order to make up for the loopholes caused by this point in the battle, he has already cultivated the four basic elements of mind ability to the extreme, and he drives [Jian] all the time, which allows him to accurately capture the vitality fluctuations and strength of the people around him at any time. towards.

But at this moment, within the field of vision of "Qi" gathered in Wuli, even though the bustling commercial street is bustling with people, Celti with high-purity "Qi" is like the only light bulb on in the dark night, so conspicuous that it cannot be ignored.

The Headless Horseman from Ikebukuro was always watching his direction from a great distance.

Orihara Linya...

Wuli's eyes moved slightly, probably guessing what the other party was thinking.

"If you ask Nanami-kun for help, you will fall into the hands of an informant. That will make me very unhappy."

Wuli withdrew his gaze, and stretched out his arms to invite the puzzled conjurer to have lunch: "Qihai-kun has been following me since the morning and now has worked hard. There are five recommendations from a store over there that say it tastes good, let's go together?"

Jianren Qihai knew that his relationship with Wuli was not close enough to ask the other party what he obviously didn't want to say.So he put away the questions he didn't ask, and accepted the other party's invitation kindly.

……

"Xiaoli?" Gojo Satoru stopped the chopsticks with the meat in his hand, and opened his mouth a moment ago to eat meat without hesitation, because the content of the report on the phone gradually converged.

"When I commissioned an investigation with an intelligence dealer in Ikebukuro, the other party forcibly presented Wutiao's family with a piece of news - Wuli was investigating a young man with blue hair and a suture-faced face."

There was a business-like tone on the phone: "According to what the other party said, among the intelligence materials handed over to Wuli, the young man named Zhenren once asked the cloth dealer for this piece of information with a snow-green rag. I watched it for nearly 3 minutes longer, and it seems that I attach great importance to it."

Blue snow?