reversal impulse

"Are you from the Tokyo school or the Kyoto school?"

The dog Curly Thorn, who was evacuating ordinary people, heard a voice behind him.

He turned around in horror, the man who asked the question was already within three meters away from him, but he didn't notice it at all? !

"Mentaiko..."

The other party obviously didn't understand what he meant. He grinned at the scar at the corner of his mouth, pressed his neck and asked again: "Are you from the Tokyo school or the Kyoto school?"

Judging from the weather in the afternoon, there should be a twinkling starlight at night, but at this moment the "tent" on the outermost circle of Shibuya has not been put down, and the obviously wide space is soaked in the breath of the curse, giving people nowhere to escape psychologically. sense of occlusion.

Gou Juanji felt that the arrival of the man in front of him aggravated this feeling.

He stepped back a little, watching the opponent's movements vigilantly.

The man stood up straighter, his eyes drifted casually for a moment: "Okay, I've asked all the questions I need to ask, so I can't blame me now."

What?What can't be blamed on him?

Along with the confusion came the attack of the man wielding a three-section stick.

Dog Rolling Thorn: "...?!"

This is...You Yun? !

He can see that he is not mistaken, this is the magic tool used by Chanyuan Maki when she was invaded by a special magic spirit during her sister school.

Goujumaki asked Maki to borrow it out of curiosity afterwards to observe it, and finally ended up not knowing the three-section stick, a weapon that can easily injure himself.

Goujuanji thinks that he has never admitted his mistake.

As a matter of course, he judged that the man with the scar on the corner of his mouth in front of him belonged to the curser.

But apart from the conclusion that he came up with at the beginning of the confrontation, Gou Juan gradually began to be unable to take care of other things.

Because this man is like a ferocious beast that won't stop once activated, the weapon can only be regarded as his minions, and every movement of him is an invasion full of violence.

Goujuan's three spells, except for the first warning "stop" that made the opponent stand still for about five seconds, the last two were almost completely ineffective.

But he didn't feel the backlash of the curse.

——The opponent's flesh/body brutally refused the order, and his body was gradually adapting to the process of being given the order.

After realizing this, Gou Juan was ready to evacuate immediately. After judging that there were no ordinary people around, he quickly retreated, but he soon discovered that his excellent physical skills were not enough for men.

His speed is really too fast, compared to Zenyuan Maki, no, Zenyuan Maki can't compare with him, and it can't be done by strength alone after being strengthened with spell power.

Curlythorn the dog began to break out in a cold sweat.

After fleeing for about 5 minutes, Goujuan found himself being chased back to the original place.

While moving at high speed, he saw the figure of a young man standing not far from the roadside, and subconsciously, he opened his mouth and gave instructions to the young man: [Get away——] Get out!

Before the brief syllable could even be said, he was crushed into the ground by the arms protruding from behind.

The hand directly opened to hold his face, which prevented the dog's face from directly touching the ground, but the back of the man's hand smashed into the ground.

But he couldn't open his mouth again.

"Conjurers are really prone to produce some strange things." The man's tone was very relaxed, as if he hadn't exerted much force on his hands at all, and even his muscles were not stretched. "When will you see it?"

His last sentence was obviously addressed to someone else, and Gou Juan belatedly thought that the young man was with him.

He was chased by men for a long time, and finally got stuck here.

"I don't understand why you and him have been exercising for so long?" A very flat voice, with slight doubts in the tone, "Isn't this something that can end in an instant?"

"Don't rush, I'm thinking about where to strike." Fuheshier stared at the back of the student's head held by him, "I'm also very interested in his technique, but it's still at a weak stage. "

"Oh? What spell?"

"You can 'see'. Shi Er picked him up, "He can "create". "

The dog curly spine saw the young man's face through the man's fingers, and then froze.

Jia Ruozi frowned: "Can you use a slightly more respectful approach?" He pointed at Fu Heisher's hand, "You're pinching this kid so stupidly."

"What nonsense? Isn't he stupid just seeing you?"

Jiarui Nizi disagreed with Fu Heisher on these trivial matters. He couldn't see the curse lines on the blocked dog's face. Although Shier seemed to loosen his strength a little, he still didn't intend to let go.

"I met Teacher Yemo." Nitro squatted down and said to him, "You are wearing the uniform of a high school, judging by your reaction now... are you from Tokyo?"

"It's not quite right. People in Kyoto should be quite familiar with it... Back to the topic, do you know where Teacher Ye Mo is?"

Curlythorn couldn't believe them.

Whether it's You Yun in the hands of the man behind him, his extremely aggressive moves, the content of the hot conversation with the person in front of him, and the information revealed when they chatted.

They seem to be another camp than the accident in Shibuya.

"Actually, you don't have to be so resistant." Jiarui Glass raised his hand, and he calmly adjusted the uniform for the restrained student. When he was arranging, he found several obvious scratches on his wrist.

It should have been touched by Shier when he jumped from a high place while he was chasing him.

Nitzi pressed his index finger next to the wound and squeezed it slightly inward, and the wound was completely healed when he wiped the scratches again.

"Where else?" He looked up and down, and looked at Fuhesher after finding no other wounds, "So you are really just running a race?"

"Mouth or throat, maybe."

Home into the glass: "..."

Why did the chasing wound appear in such a strange place?

Just as Nitzi was about to tell Fu Heisher not to bully the child and put him down, there was a crackling sound behind him.

Fu Heisher held the dog roll thorn in one hand, and lowered the household gun with the other hand. When the sharp sound of piercing the air faded away, he led two people and completely changed the positions of the three people.

Jia Ruzi was carried by him to the post-examination place next to him, and Goujuan was still carried in front, but this time Shi Er didn't cover his face—it was actually his mouth.

He was pulled up by the collar, and his original posture changed to a slightly dazed half-sitting position.

Shi'er's speed was very fast, and he had already done all this before the other two could react.

The short knife that flew over cut off the hair on his side forehead, and the magic power attached to the magic tool strengthened its sharpness. Seeing to go.

A boy with a sea urchin head in a college uniform stared at this place vigilantly. After the sneak attack failed, he asked aloud: "Senior Goujuan, are you alright?"

"Kelp kelp." Dog Curly Thorn replied.

He looked sideways at Jia Ruozi, obviously already aware of what he had just done.

It was a reversal technique, that was absolutely true.

However, the young man who was stared at by him changed his previous flat and indifferent attitude, and his expression was a little strange.

To put it bluntly, it's a bit like the panda's expression when it sees Otoko Yuta being pressed and beaten by Zenyuan Maki in the pure body art competition.

Interested, full of curiosity, and a little schadenfreude.

This is indeed the mentality of Jiarui Nizi. He has seen Fuheshier's childhood, youth and adulthood, and he can naturally see how similar the young man who shot them just now is to Fuheshier in appearance.

He laughed, and bumped Hesher's chest with his elbow.

"I guess you don't remember his name." Nitro said, "It's not a big problem. I checked it, and I still remember. The problem now is this. Shier, you say..."

"Is he Fu Hei Hui, or Zen Yuan Hui?"