reversal impulse

Fu Heisher and Gojo Satoru stood outside Ogawa's apartment. After the imaginary space was forcibly invaded, time became unstable. The street lights flickered, and the shadows of the two of them were intermittently cast on the ground.

Shi Er put his hands in his pockets and raised his head slightly: "Go, young master."

In the alternation of warm light and shadows, Gojo Satoru put on a slumped expression, clearly displeased with his attitude.

At the same time, what made him a little irritated was the obvious oppression after entering here.

It is a much stronger sense of restriction than the territory of the little tentacle sister before.

It was the same with the tentacle little sister before, he tried to use "Cang" for a while——

In the box where there is no distinction between day and night, and the sense of space is completely lost, the attacks thrown out are like fireworks that explode suddenly, quickly moving away from him, and then being swallowed by the borderless darkness.

Almost instantly, Gojo Satoru felt the pull of his internal organs about to be displaced.

The tentacles quickly rolled him up and wanted to throw him out, Gojo Satoru patted the tentacles thicker than his waist: "Hey, it's okay, I'm still trying something."

The little monster named Saya just floated beside him nervously.

……

Now Gojo Satoru dared to bet that if he used "Cai" here without using the reversal technique to heal at the same time, the consequences would definitely be much more serious than in Saya's territory.

But Fu Heisher didn't care about this, he didn't take the safety of this "volunteer" into consideration at all.

To put it nicely, it is trust in the ability of the strongest conjurer, to put it badly, it is "whatever he wants, it's none of my business".

Wujo Wu rolled his eyes at him, and he looked much more human than when he just came out of Shaye's place. I don't know if it was because he remembered the important task of saving his classmates and digested it by himself, or because of Xia Youjie. The phone call brought him back to earth.

Or a little bit of both.

"As we agreed," Gojo Satoru said, "wait a minute, did we agree?

"Yes, yes." Shi Er perfunctory, "You smash the building to pieces - if there is a gap in the enchantment, get in right away - and fish people out depending on the situation. What a perfect plan."

Gojo Satoru: "This is a fart plan."

Fu Heisher snorted, and realized why the kid was so irritable every time he talked to him.

If Gojo Satoru heard this idea, he might say bah, and then he said that he was tricked by tricks, and if he didn't hit you on the ground on the spot, it must be because of the limited conditions at that time.

You wait until I take Nitro out and try again?

The watches on the wrists of the two people started counting down simultaneously. After six hours, Wujo Wuxu looked up and down the structure of the apartment. The reminder rang in my ear for the last time.

"Keep an eye on the time, kid. Don't worry about anything when the time clears, just run away. You don't want to stay in this shitty place forever, do you?"

Gojo Satoru grinned and gave him a middle finger.

There is no structural diagram of the tall building, and its load-bearing parts are not clear. At the same time, Wujo doesn't know how the magic barrier's defensive effect is.

It may be blasted until the center tilts and cause the entire Ogawa apartment to collapse, or it may not be able to blast even a small hole-in fact, the latter may not be possible.

Soon, Gojo Satoru found a suitable target.

If it is too low to cause directional blasting, then start from the top.

He jumped up and rose to a height of more than eighty meters, which happened to be around 25 floors high.When Gojo Satoru was at this height, everything around him seemed to be falling, and only the apartment was the only commanding height in the space.

—like the anchor tower of the world.

The mantra began to run, and at the same time, some targeted damage to the body was left to repair. Gojo Satoru aimed at the axis of the floor in front of him. He even saw the active "residents" on this floor, but the six-eyed According to feedback, the mechanically operating humanoid creation is by no means human.

So what kind of lunatics are magicians?

It wasn't long before he comprehended the derivative form of his no-lower-limit spell. During the use, not only would there be errors in power control, but it was not impossible for him to be affected if it was serious.

Similarly, the time for him to learn the reversal technique was also very short.

"This is not something that can be compensated by a few semesters of desserts..." Gojo Satoru glanced at the man who was moving his body and his eyes were locked on him from the corner of his eyes.

Humph, dog man.

The fingertips shot out the powerful "Cai", and the moment the black hole appeared in the imaginary space, the repelling effect also appeared on Gojo Satoru.

Fortunately, "Chi" is useful. Even if most of the effects were wiped out by the enchantment of the apartment, the extremely fast black hole still bombarded the building with lightning speed-the power supply of the whole building was cut off for a moment, and the lights It flickered, and when it stabilized again, a circular crack with a diameter of about two meters appeared in the iridescent color that enveloped the building!

Qianlisuo wound up, and Gojo Satoru immediately realized that Fu Heisher was using him as a point of leverage.

Sure enough, the man used the magician in the air as a fixed point, and shot out from the ground with a bounce that was completely impossible for humans, with a very clear purpose - that gap that is constantly shrinking!

The conjurer's curses were isolated, Shi Er put the Qianli lock in his hand, and his eyes met the moving dolls in the apartment.In fact, it can't be said to be a match, it should be the doll's capture of the intruder.

There was such a moment of silence in the scene, like the string of a bow and arrow that was about to be shot, Shi Er lowered his lower body, the muscles on his back bulged, and the soles of his feet were pressed tightly against the ground, as if he would turn into some kind of swift beast in the next moment.

There's no need to back down, if you don't consider the cost and just focus on the only result, you don't even need to think about the strategy.

What he had to deal with was batch products, so he didn't have to make plans like dealing with annoying magicians like Gojo Satoru, and he didn't have to consider various factors to reduce his own consumption as much as possible like when he was with Glass before.

The way that person treats himself with a blank face every time seems to have no complaints, and according to their agreement, there shouldn't be any complaints - Shier just thinks that he should be more like a person, and before that, he must also be more like a person Only talent will do.

Now that the family is gone, the sky and the tyrant don't have to do that when they lose their restraints and fully open up as a type of humanoid weapon.

The eyeballs inlaid in the eye sockets of the puppet began to turn black, and a red light burst out in the pure blackness. The range of the light became larger and larger, almost squeezed out of the eye sockets, and spread across the face in the form of magma flowing on the ground. spread.

In less than two seconds, the human face was torn apart by the red light, and in a deformation that would cause physical discomfort to the human body, the puppet changed into the appearance of Mr. Crow before.

Flocks of crows struck.

This is not a big problem, it is the same in any form.

Shi'er could hear the sound of his own blood flowing, the steady and powerful beating of his heart, and his own longing.The crow in front of him switched for two seconds, and he also listened for two seconds after a long absence.

The string broke.

The man rushed out with a violent attitude.

***

On the ground floor directly opposite, the young man with chestnut hair stood in the center of the lobby on the first floor.

The moment the building trembled was particularly obvious, the golden barrier on the wall was forcibly revealed, and then disappeared during the operation.

The young man raised his head and fixed his eyes on the ceiling. He was waiting for something, which was indeed the case. The roar from upstairs was getting closer and closer, and the shaking became more and more obvious.

In the end, there was almost dust falling down.

Finally, with a loud bang, the ceiling that the young man had been staring at cracked into an irregular shape. The cracks widened and deepened, and finally fell down.

A piece of the ceiling fell off, and at the same time, there were three or five Mr. Crows who could no longer maintain their own movements, and the man holding the crow's skull in his hand.

The man glanced at his watch first, put away the crow's head and raised his hand to block the falling gravel, walked towards the young man with ease, and finally stopped two or three steps away from him.

The sound of gravel being crushed by footsteps is particularly obvious.

The young man raised his hand, and the scalpel between his fingers was aimed at the target along the line of sight.His eyes are bright, cold maroon and calm, the only thing that is very different from usual is that there is hatred in his eyes.

Very strong, no need to think, the strong hatred brought about by the pain and death that can be recalled only by the body's mechanical memory.

The scalpel tore through the silk-like air, and was firmly grasped by the man in his hand at high speed—he even grasped the handle of the knife precisely.

Before the young man could throw a second throw, a force rushing forward pushed him heavily against the wall, and the hand holding the scalpel was pressed against the side of the head. The man grabbed him with one hand, and rested the other hand on the young man the back of the head.

"I haven't seen you for a while, so angry? You really have a family."

Nitro blinked, and lightly touched the man's chest with his other hand. The scalpel in his cuff was pushed out when his joints were exerted.

So this hand was also pressed against the wall.

The man squeezed the closed distance between them closer again, so that Nitro could not move at all between the person and the wall.The heat surged up, the vision was filled with the man, and the tip of his nose could only smell his breath.

"Fuheshier." Nitro read his name slowly, looking into his green eyes, "Why don't you let me kill you?"

Shi'er didn't see a trace of warmth in his eyes, they were cold and sharp, a look that the family had never seen before.

If I had to say it, maybe the ghost on the top of the Wutiao Building had seen him like this—so this was the first time Shir knew what a bad experience it was to be stared at by this person .

It sucks.

Shi Er glanced at the time: "What stupid thing are you asking, why should I stand and let you stab me?"

There are about five and a half hours left. I don't know if Nitro's current situation is irreversible.If he was knocked out and taken out, could the red-haired magician bring him back to normal?

After all, Shi Er didn't know why Niatz suddenly had such a strong hatred for him.

So he asked directly.

"You've killed me so many times, it's worth hating." Niatz lowered his eyes, and at the same time his brain was filled with blood when he mentioned death, the memory of countless corpses made him tense his temples, "and... ..."

"as well as?"

"And your complete ignorance of my pain."

Shi Er loosened his grip a little, and then tightened his grip: "But you have always come here like this." His words brought a bit of realistic cruelty, "You have always been alone."

One swallows the pain of others without hope.

Nitro's eyelashes trembled: "It's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

He finally raised his head, as if igniting the crosshairs in his eyes, and ignited his hatred: "Because I love you."

"...So you want to kill me, right?" Fu Heisher asked the original question again without avoiding it, "So why should I stand and let you kill me?"

It was the sound of a scalpel piercing into flesh and blood, and Nitzi turned his wrist to the greatest extent, piercing Fuhesher's palm with the projection scalpel constructed by magic, and piercing his own tightly clenched wrist at the same time.

They were nailed together, and blood gushed out from the wound, mixed with trickling down the forearm.

want to hurt.

Want the other person to feel pain too.

want to die.

want to love.

……

Fu Heisher didn't shake off the nitrate, and let the scalpel attached to the unknown substance connect them together, and he felt a sense of paralysis from the palm of his hand.

It may be poison, but it is most likely not a toxin in the biochemical sense. If his body's resistance cannot be avoided, it should be a spell or magic level.

The numbness gradually dissipated, and Shi Er had to start thinking about whether it was too late to knock him out.

Then he saw the smile in the other party's eyes, turning sharpness into madness, burning hatred into love, and he heard the other party's answer.

"Because you love me." Jia Ruozi said.