Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

The atmosphere is a little weird right now.

At this time, Gojo Wushen was not far from Leibo Street. As for why he didn't go to Leibo Street, it was because the two men who stood in front of him had the dog curly spines in their hands.

To be precise, it was in the hands of the man in white clothes.

The man was dressed in a white dress with golden delicate ornaments, and the collar and cuffs of the gorgeous and complicated shirt were exposed, like a nobleman who had just walked out of the British royal palace in the old century.

Her clear blue eyes looked like the finest emeralds, her long pale golden hair was tied back casually, revealing her pale beauty, and a frivolous smile appeared on her only blood-colored lips.

This is the kind of man who carried the comatose dog curly spine on his shoulder with one hand, and didn't care that the blood on the dog curly spine stained his clothes.And his left hand has been holding the hand of the man beside him.

If you ignore the dog curly thorn, these two people look like a couple out for a walk.

The man next to him was about the same height as him, wearing a very ordinary black suit. It was a very hot day, but he wore a pair of snow-white furry earbags. His long black hair was draped softly behind his head, and a few strands fell on his forehead. Disobedient broken hair.

Inexplicably aggrieved and cute.

These two people are ordinary people, Gojo Satoru can't feel the fluctuation of their spell power at all.

But appearing on Leibo Street at such a time, and being able to rescue the dog Curly Thorn from the curse spirit, shouldn't be some ordinary character.

Or is there any purpose for them to rescue the dog Curlthorn?

If Knotaba Yuhito was specially invited to participate in this mission because he wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of Su Nuo's container, then the other candidate was Goujuanji, not Fu Heihui and Nagasaki Wild Rose, who had always thought to be partners with Knotweed Yuren.

Thinking about it, it's a bit suspicious...

The sole heir of spells.

Thinking of the disgusting things done by the upper echelons of the magic world, Gojo Satoru's smile deepened.

Well, if those above all stretched out their hands to his students, he wouldn't have to be merciful, right?

Although Gou Juanji is not his student, Gou Juanji is a student of his friend Xia Youjie.

"No matter what your purpose is, can you return my student to me now?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes with a smile, intending to have a "friendly" negotiation.

Of course, if "friendly" negotiations cannot be made, extreme measures must be taken when necessary.

"We don't have any purpose," the man in white raised his eyebrows, "but let students go through life and death in such a dangerous place, but as a teacher, you don't know where you are, you really are a bad adult, right, Rimbaud? "

How can a teacher put students in danger so easily?

Thinking of the scene when he arrived at Leibo Street, the white-haired boy in the mantra pile was full of blood and still insisted on fighting, the man in white gave Gojo Satoru an unreliable label in his heart.

However, what Gojo Satoru doesn't know, this time his encounter with this man will become the biggest obstacle in his pursuit of Zhongye.

Of course, this is all in the future.

His voice is as frivolous and insouciant as his person, but instead of Gojo Satoru's contemptuous cynicism, he's more of a romantic flair.

The man named Rimbaud nodded, and responded softly: "Yes."

The man in white smiled with satisfaction, and looked at Gojo Satoru with a slightly provocative look.

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do." Gojo Satoru raised his right hand and stretched out a finger to hook off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing those blue eyes as clear and bright as a lake behind the black lenses.

Grinning: "Let's play a game."

As soon as the voice fell, he had already rushed in front of the man in white.

"That's interesting, isn't it, Rimbaud?"

The man in white didn't react too slowly. When Gojo Satoru attacked, he had already thrown the dog curly thorn to Rimbaud, and he stepped aside.

"Ranbo, take care of that child. I'll teach this kid how to be an adult."

"Be careful, Verlaine." Rimbaud was a little worried.

After all, according to the data, the opponent is very strong.

"Don't worry." The man in white, that is, Verlaine showed a comforting smile at Rimbaud.

Rimbaud took the dog curly thorn and stepped aside. By the way, he put the boy into the small space created by his ability and suspended in the air.

Rimbaud: Extraordinary ability - "color painting collection".

ability.

Gojo Satoru raised his leg and kicked Verlaine, and at the same time glanced at the dog curly thorn.

It's the same with Kazuka, a person with a special ability different from magic power.

This person too?

Gojo Satoru became excited.

It's fun, it's fun!

A person with supernatural powers saves a conjurer?Are people with supernatural powers also interested in spells?

Verlaine dodged behind Wujo Wu, and Wujo Wu immediately turned around and punched him. Verlaine raised his hand to catch it, but found that he couldn't touch Wujo Wu at all.

"what happened?"

"Yeah, what's going on?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile, seeming to be delighted by the other party's doubts and shock.

This is Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique.

Without leaving any room for the opponent, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and punched again.

Verlaine bounced back like a bullet, dodged a blow, but stepped forward the moment he landed, punching Gojo Satoru.

It was still the same, the fist seemed to be blocked by something before it hit Gojo Satoru.

"So that's what it means, so that's what it means." Verlaine remembered the information about Wutiao Wu that he saw on the materials a few days ago, and suddenly realized.

"In this case, my "Silent Romance" is also invalid for you? "

""Silent Romance", is it the name of the ability? "It's the first time Gojo Satoru knows that the ability has a name.

And the name of this ability sounds... I don't know what kind of ability it is.

I don't know the name of Zhongye's ability.

It seems that I have heard something about "disqualification in the world" before, and it is also the name of the ability.

"you can say it this way."

"What's your purpose in saving the dog Curlthorn?"

"No purpose, I revisited the old place, saw the child besieged by a group of disgusting monsters, and just saved it."

"I will believe it?" Gojo Satoru asked, but he actually believed it in his heart.

"I'm telling the truth."

Although they were fighting, neither of them felt murderous intent from each other.

What started as a rattling sword has become a friendly way of communicating about the new situation.

Rimbaud, who knew that his lover had started playing, sat cross-legged on the ground, with the dog curly spines in a yellow box floating above his head.

From the outside, the yellow transparent square with dog curly spines looks like a coffin made of yellow glass.

Rimbaud yawned boredly, and looked listlessly at Gojo Satoru and Verlaine, who were back and forth with each other without injury.

Um, it's so cold... Rimbaud breathed a sigh of relief on his hands, then clasped his palms together and rubbed them back and forth.

When can I go home.

The dog Curly Thorn in the coloring book slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at the outside world as if he was looking through yellow sunglasses.

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

What happened?Isn't he on Saibo Street?Who saved him?

The moment he opened his eyes, Gou Juanji was deeply confused, but when he saw a certain people's teacher who was having fun with a stranger, he fell silent again.

"Ah... are you awake?"

A strange voice came, and the dog curled up and looked around, and saw a strange man with fluffy white earbags who almost shrunk himself into a ball.

He blinked affirmatively.

When Rimbaud raised his hand, the yellow square fell to the ground and disappeared.

The dog curled up slowly and pointed to the two "mature men" who were fighting.

"Ah...they are probably engaged in a battle for beautiful boys." Rimbaud, who had no energy, looked expressionlessly at the white-haired beautiful boy whose chin and skirt were covered in blood.

Dog Curly Thorn: "?"

Pretty boy?