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The curse spirit knocked off the white-haired teacher's hand, rubbed his cheek, and said fiercely, "How do I know?"

"Then you absolutely said something stupid like coveting my body." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "I have been innocent for 27 years, and you have solved my single status with just one sentence, do you still have reason to be angry? "

"What single status?" Hiroki looked at him inexplicably.

Gojo Satoru: ...

"It's nothing." He wasted no time with this stupid curse spirit, but the other party couldn't understand it anyway.

The man chewed the last bite of the muffin slowly, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the boy lazily, "By the way, why do you say you can swallow spells?" "This brat won't be surnamed Xia You, right? Or maybe it's the illegitimate son of that guy left behind among the people...

"That's not it." Zhou said, "It's "swallow evil", after eating the curse spirits, they will get their spell power, store them in the body, and then use "spit spirit" to release powerful spell power to crush the enemy. "

"Ah." Gojo Satoru responded in that way.

That's why the curse spirit in front of him has such a rich and powerful spell power, which emerges almost continuously during the battle, and becomes an unadorned tactic, rough and frank.Because it is basically a bottomless pit of magic power, it will not be exhausted like ordinary magicians, so it can be infinitely powerful without adding spells.

"What else is there?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "Have you ever awakened in the domain?"

"If you wake up, your body will already be mine!" Thinking of this, he swallowed three ice cream balls in anger, "You are so annoying."

It turned out to be an immature super magician. Fortunately, I went to the task assigned by "window" alone. If it were other super magicians, I'm afraid this suspicious guy has been exorcised by now.

Gojo Satoru once again affirmed himself in his heart, that I am indeed a kind-hearted teacher of the people.

"Okay, hurry up and go back to the apartment to make up lessons with me." Wujo Wu raised his chin, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, "Your human social skills are really bad, go to school tomorrow and explain it to me. I don’t want to be treated as a ghost teacher by cute students.”

"Other students live on campus, why don't I have a dormitory?"

"Because you are a curse spirit." The man tapped his "six eyes" with his fingertips, "Even if you almost deceived me, there is no guarantee that others will not be able to discover your identity, let alone your usual It’s not acting like a human being, so the easiest thing to do is to separate yourself from other people and maintain a safe social distance, which is one of them.”

"Second." The man held up two fingers, "Who knows if you have any bad thoughts, what if you kill Gao Zhuan on a whim one day, so after much deliberation, it is best to put you by my side good."

"The last point, the exchange of souls between us is really irregular. I don't want to suddenly take off my clothes in front of everyone in class."

In response to the white-haired man's exaggerated accusations, Manju wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes at him.

The educational policy in the afternoon is still mainly based on film documentaries.

Gojo Satoru found that Hiruki was particularly keen on TV, even if it was a boring documentary, he could sit quietly and watch it all afternoon, and he was already proficient in using electronic equipment.

In the evening, he went out to deal with the first-level spell intimidation incident in the Harajuku area, and when he came back, he bought a bunch of pizza snacks to take away.

The curse spirit in the living room was still looking at the TV screen with relish, and there was already a stack of empty DVD shells beside him. The discs were scattered all over the floor, reflecting the bright light, which stimulated the man's nerves.

"Hey, you should tidy up." The head of the Wutiao family never thought that one day he would become a worrying nanny.

He stepped over a pile of sundries, put the pizza box aside, patted the hands of the curse spirit on the food, slightly bent his lower body and pressed the curse spirit's raised head.

Hiroshi spends almost all day in front of the TV. When he just raised his head from the screen, his retinas have not yet adapted to the surrounding light, and he blinked in confusion. From his perspective, Gojo Satoru is full of colorful halos.

It seems more beautiful!

The man's thin lips parted slightly as if he was saying something, but he couldn't hear anything. His eyes greedily ran across the shining hair, the straight and perfectly curved nose bridge, and then to the pale thin lips, and finally It fell on the black cloth blindfold...

Wujo Wuqi smiled: "Did you listen to me?"

The young man with a curse spirit was vicious, and raised his hand to remove the blindfold of the white-haired man. His pure white eyelashes were like fine snow that had not melted for years outside the eye frame. Under the flickering light of the TV Nearly transparent, the blue eyes seem to be filled with a pool of broken ice forever. When looking at people, they seem to always smile, but also hide a sense of alienation that is always difficult to approach.

Day's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his fingers touched the zipper of the opponent's high school uniform. Before doing it, he restrained himself and asked in a more polite way——

"Can I touch you?"