The spell daily of the departed savior

I am afraid that the meeting that changed Wuli will come soon.

"I heard that the person in charge of Central Street is dead, but I didn't expect it to be a rumor." The young man with a cross tattooed on his forehead was dressed in a black school uniform, with a gentle and pitiful smile on his lips, and he was automatically flipping through a book in his hand. The pages of books shone slightly.

He looked more like a student in a library than the leader of the newly rising team on Meteor Street.

However, the [Yuan] that he had immediately released when he first found Wuli, and the companions who stood around him and stared at Wuli like a tiger, made him instantly distinguishable from the students in the peaceful world.

"It seems that your companion is not here." Kuroro looked around, but he did not see the red-haired boy who was not easy to get rid of, so he smiled slightly at Wuli: "Today is the battlefield between you and us."

The expressionless boy responded by clenching the knife in his hand.

……

This is by no means an easy battle.

The members of the Phantom Troupe each have their own unique ability of thinking. However, since Wuli was inspired to start thinking when he was dying in battle a few years ago, he has never developed his own unique ability of thinking.

Even though the young man continued to temper his physical skills and use the four basic applications of mind ability more proficiently and flexibly to make up for this weakness, when he faced the last thirteen lunatics who were also honed in battle, he still gradually fell behind. downwind.

More and more wounds appeared on Wuli's body.

Jianren Qihai, who was watching nervously behind the barbed wire, became more and more anxious.He lost his usual calm, kept raising his eyes to look around, he didn't know whether he was expecting the appearance of Wuli's companion named Xi Suo, or he was looking forward to the fateful appearance of Miwa Yiyan to save Wuli.

However, until Kuroro's dagger penetrated Wuli's chest, he explained to his companions that Wuli could not escape the predetermined death brought about by the poison of the dagger.Until Wuli managed to escape from the encirclement of the Phantom Brigade, and then relied on uncompromising willpower to squeeze out the last bit of strength to kill the real person who was sneaking up, and then slumped into the garbage dump, and the breath gradually became weak to almost inaudible...

Three rounds of words never appeared.

Jianren Qihai began to get anxious.

He didn't care about the harm the barbed wire would cause him, subconsciously grasped the barbed wire body with both hands and leaned closer, as if he wanted to tear apart the obstacles in front of him and rushed to Wuli.

The young man's face became paler and paler, and the face of the real person who died in peace was under his palm, and the blood that flowed out wet the young man's clothes, making him look even weaker and more embarrassed.

But the super-level mantra could no longer attract Jianren Qihai's attention.

He kept raising his eyes to look around, hoping that the Sanwa Yiyan whom Gojo Satoru had mentioned would come soon and rescue the dying Wuli.

"Wuli, Wuli!" Qihai Jianren, who was used to silent onlookers, forgot that his voice could not reach the world behind the barbed wire. He kept calling Wuli's name, trying to wake up the other party's consciousness: "Wuli , don’t fall asleep! Your teacher will be here soon, just wait!”

Jianren Qihai, who has also been fighting against curse spirits all year round, knows very well that if he loses consciousness after being seriously injured, he may never wake up again.

But time passed meaninglessly, and the youth's aura gradually became weaker, and the intermittent breathing was so shallow that it would disappear at any time...

——Three rounds will not come.

Such an idea suddenly appeared in Jianren Qihai's heart.

There was a chill in his heart.He can't pin Wuli's final hope of life on the illusory person. If the other party is slowed down by something, if the other party chooses to go another way, is he going to watch Wuli die in front of his eyes like this? ?

Qihai Jianren started to try to climb over the barbed wire again.

However, no matter whether it is spell tools, spells, spell power or physical skills, the barbed wire in front of him is still motionless. Climbing and exploring upwards and to the sides can only be exchanged for the silent spread of the barbed wire, rejecting Jianren Qihai with a silent attitude. Enter.

But...but!

Jianren Qihai gritted his teeth tightly, regardless of the scorched palms that had been scorched by the barbed wire, he still worked hard without giving up.

"I don't care whether it's a god or a curse spirit, no matter who let me see this scene for whatever purpose, let me go before Wuli!"

Jianren Qihai gritted his teeth, blood dripped from the corners of his lips that were bitten unconsciously in pain, and his mature and magnetic voice almost roared: "He is going to die! No matter what savior or camp member he will become in the future, he is just a useless person now." Grown-up child! Whether it's death or fighting in this shit/shit garbage place, it shouldn't be borne by a child at all!"

"Let me in! Let me go and see him!"

The conjurer's roar echoed empty in the soundless world, and no sound responded to him.

"Boom--!"

The sky was overcast, and the sky suddenly began to rain without warning.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the person's body painfully, and soon soaked Jianren Qihai's white suit, and it was coldly attached to the mature body with tight muscles, showing a bit of embarrassment.But he never gave up trying, persistently trying to break through the barbed wire barrier over and over again.

The teenager who passed out in the garbage dump was also quickly taken away from the remaining body temperature in the downpour.

The conjurer, who became more and more anxious and lost his calm, did not realize that before that, neither wind nor rain could affect him behind the barbed wire, just like a transparent person, even raindrops would pass through him without leaving any traces on him. The next trace.And now, he's drenched from the torrential rain.

It was as if the world had finally accepted him.

Jianren Qihai's golden-green eyes were always on Wuli's body.

However, no matter how anxiously he looked forward, Wuli finally stopped breathing in front of his eyes.

The boy's already pale face turned pale in an instant.

Jianren Qihai shook his hands, and could hardly grasp the magic tool.

"Wu Li..."

"Wu Li——!"

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Sky Arena.

The red-haired young man in clown costume who was yawning and teasing the opponent in front of him like a cat playing with a mouse in the ring, suddenly stopped his movements.

Those careless gray-blue eyes instantly transformed into radiant gold.

"Ah~~~" The young man raised his head and leaned back deeply, and raised his hand to put the red hair scattered on his forehead back together.With deep fascination in his eyes, he stretched out his tongue/head and licked/around his own lips.At that moment, it seemed to be extremely excited.

"Let me feel it again~"

The young man's voice was full of madness and danger with a strange wave of frustration: "This... this, this thrilling familiarity, is it you, Li, are you back again, my dear?" best friend!"

"Ah~~ Sure enough, no matter what time you are, you always exude the fragrance of apples..."

The young man squinted his golden eyes fascinatedly, and all the muscles in his body trembled.

"Hey! Hisoka, are you looking down on me!" The opponent on the opposite side of the ring was angry because of the young man's ignorance.

Hisoka, whose enjoyment was interrupted, opened his narrow and raised eyebrows in displeasure, and coldly swept over the barking guy.

He snorted coldly, waved his arms, turned around and jumped off the ring in a dispirited manner.

"Looks like it's time to go back to Meteor Street."

Hisoka murmured in a low voice, his face painted with a circus clown costume was full of extreme excitement.

"Ah~~~ Soon, I will see my beloved friend again soon. I can't wait to feel the warmth of your blood, from..."

The entire large venue full of spectators was silent for a moment because of Hisoka's excessive excitement.

Then the cheers and shouts were so high that the roof almost burst, and all the audience addicted to the battle were shouting Hisoka's name.

When Hisoka passed the audience stand, someone could clearly see the three inches below his waist, which was raised high with excitement.

Behind him, the opponent is nailed to the ring covered in/full of playing cards.

The author has something to say: Hisoka will boki when he is particularly excited

Jianren Qihai walked peacefully on the dirty street full of rubbish.

Whether it's his shiny and neat blond hair, or his clean and formal white suit, they are out of tune with the people around him who are peeping vigilantly from the cardboard boxes in their home.

In Meteor Street, the only one who dares to dress like this, except for the powerful ones, is Liantouqing.

The silhouette of the short machete vaguely revealed on the back of Qihai Jianren's suit, and the sharp aura that is obviously good at fighting, easily made these aborigines think that he is not a guy to mess with.

However, Jianren Qihai only maintained calm on the surface, and his heart was full of turmoil.

He still remembered that he was blocked from the world of Meteor Street by the barbed wire just now, watching the dying Wuli unable to do anything.

He also remembered that Wuli died in front of him.

But now, he can walk in the chaotic and dirty streets, experimenting with real tactile sensations from his fingers when he touches objects, as if everything he just experienced is false.

Jianren Qihai looked around calmly, confirming that the barbed wire fence that had been blocking him in his memory had disappeared without a trace.He took out his mobile phone again and tried to make a call to Gojo Satoru—as he remembered, there was no signal.

It seems that he has indeed entered the past in Wuli's memory.But the super-level curse spirit who was repeatedly killed by Wuli felt the real world... the world of fantasy?

Nanami Jianren pushed the goggles, ignoring the malicious eyes around him.

Without the anxiety caused by the picture of Wuli being injured, Jianren Qihai quickly regained his calm thinking, smoothed out his thoughts, and decided to find Wuli and the real person who were missing.

He still remembered that he watched the real person expand the domain and wrap Wuli in it. If this is a fantasy world, then Wuli and the real person must exist in a certain corner of this world.

I just don't know what kind of form Wuli will appear here.

Qihai Jianren's question will soon be answered.

Huge shadows cast down from the sky, and the airship dumped its trash again.

Countless adults and children with green eyes rushed over to rummage for food like beasts. Their thirst for food even made them ignore Jianren Qihai who was still afraid just now. Someone bumped into him while running in a hurry.