The strongest he will never OOC

The night gradually thickened, and the noisy tourists finally left. The strange monk with a ball head lit a green lantern in the temple before leaving, and scattered faintly on the dark sea surface, smashed into sparkling waves by the waves.

After the sun rises from the east, whether it is the lamps, the temple, or the day itself, they will all be submerged in the sea, until the afterglow of the setting sun mixes with the tide, and they are spit out by the waves again.

Sitting on the porch during the day, his smooth legs are immersed in the water, and occasionally a muddy crab will clamp his toes. He will pick up the nutritious little guy, wash it, and eat it with the meat and shell. Belly.

But today he obviously didn't have the appetite. He glanced at the little blue crab and threw it back into the sea.

It's all that weird monk's fault—

Before Tian could digest the magic power of the three hundred curse spirits he had swallowed before, he was gagged again.

That guy seemed to be very interested in him. After Hiroshi clearly rejected his companion's invitation, Monk Wanzitou relied on a large amount of "spell magic manipulation" to output a large amount, forcing Hiro to release the spell suppression while releasing the opponent. The curse spirit that came out was eaten up.

Three first-level, five quasi-first-level, thirteen second-level, and about twenty third-level.

The cold mantra spread along the day's stomach to every muscle and vein in his body, and the cracks in his bones were chilly, making him curl up uncomfortably.

There seems to be a similar experience in his memory, but he has been soaked in the sea for many years, and he has forgotten many things.

At the bottom of the sea, he spent far more time sleeping than awake, so after waking up three months ago, he almost forgot his identity as an earthbound spirit after waking up from hunger, and was lured to the bay by the smell of magic power in a daze. head, and swallowed all the curse spirits in the old industrial area.

When he came back to his senses, the abandoned building had been crushed by the powerful spell force, which seemed to have caused quite an earthquake, prying the temple where he slept out of the sea, causing a lot of trouble.

It's a pity that he is only an earthbound spirit, otherwise he would consider moving to the warmer and quieter south.

The blue crabs in the south may be bigger, maybe there are plump sea urchins and oysters...

click.

Day suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes darker than the deep sea looked at the top of his head vigilantly, the unique alarm system of wild animals made him hold his breath, and instantly hid in the dead blue shadow of the god statue.

He felt a terrifying spell, and slowly stepped on the top of the temple, crushing the old sawdust that had not melted for years, and falling from the beams one after another.

The fishy smell of moss and aquatic plants penetrated into the tip of the day's nose, and the sea water became restless, like a huge mouth with no bounds, wandering around Tokyo Bay with a bottomless eddy.

"Born from darkness, blacker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy..."

A mantra darker than the night enveloped the entire beach. The blue lanterns were quietly burning in front of the altar. The last red light of the incense in the furnace was about to die out, and a white mist wrapped in incense ash spread out, dancing under the light of the fire. .

"Little devil."

The warm breath sprinkled on his ears, his pupils constricted, and before his consciousness could react, his body was shot out like a sharp arrow off the string and landed on the top of the statue.

A white-haired man wearing sunglasses leisurely came out of the shadow that had just been hidden by the day, tilted his head, and looked curiously in the boy's direction——

"Huh, is it human?" The man sighed in amazement, took off his sunglasses, and looked deeply at him with a pair of blue eyes.

Day's heart stopped beating for an instant, and he was buried in a blue halo, this color was brighter than the sea, as if seeing a boundless ice-cracked sky.

……so beautiful.

……Really want.

...I really want to take this person's body completely wrapped in the mud, so that they can sleep together in the deepest part of the trench, on a soft bed woven with whalebone and seaweed, and have a sweet and fragrant dream.

When the boy thought of that scene, his Adam's apple couldn't help sliding.

The man didn't care about Zhou's sudden greedy gaze, he muttered: "No, is it a flesh body? So in the final analysis, it is a curse spirit..."

Let him be my——

The strong desire caused the long hair of the day to float in the air like a sea snake, and the thick mantra slowly overflowed from the skin.

——As long as you can kill the soul in the body, you can take the beautiful body as your own.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes slightly, and "Six Eyes" completely input the collected information into his brain, "Hey, it turned out to be a super class, it seems that it is a wise decision to make an "account", otherwise I will be nagged by the superiors for several days . "

The opponent's technique is... no?

Surging mantra pressure emerged from the young man's body, and turned into dark black waves, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

In the small temple, the damp spell power launched an attack purely without any skill.

——This mantra spirit is like a bottomless pit that can only emit mana power. Even without the blessing of the mantra, the black wave of mana power can completely envelop him and form a protective wall of mana power that is as solid as gold.

Gojo Satoru made a quick judgment, jumped onto the beam before the black wave hit, and looked at the subject in front of him curiously. What is the origin of this guy?

Strong curiosity overcame his love for honey red bean matcha ice cream, Gojo Satoru decided to stay here for a while, to find out what the other party was.

"Hey"!

The powerful mantra output instantly blasted a big hole in the head of the stone statue of Izanami, and Zhou Fei jumped to the other side of the beam, facing the white-haired man across the air.

White and blue are intertwined, it is a clear color that he cannot touch.

There was a tremor in the depths of my soul, and I thought, what would happen if I was stained red with blood?It may be more thrilling than the scene of the mountain cherry falling on the sea.

"Turn"

The mantra power that absorbed hundreds of thousands of mantra spirits spewed out from his body, and the filthy blackness filled the temple in an instant, surrounding that perfect body, and the other party might turn into blood mud in just one thought. .

But he can't do this, he wants to preserve a complete body.

"What's your name?" Gojo Wujo stood firmly on the spot, the black wave couldn't stick to the hem of his clothes with the infinite magic technique.

"day."

"Huh? A leech?" The white-haired man raised his brows, and the corner of his mouth showed a playful sarcasm, "It really is a bug that hides in a dark corner and dare not see people."

"Cang"——

The counter-rotating force sucked Hiroshi fiercely in front of Gojo Satoru, and the thick black waves were instantly pressed back into the opponent's body by the man's technique.

The man pinched the young man's thin chin, his eyes were cold, "My name is Wujo Wu, the strongest in the magic world."

Holding the empty "茈" in his hand, Gojo Satoru pressed against the curse spirit's chest with a smile.

"Goodbye~"

boom!

Hiroshi leaned against the man's shoulder, and under the surprised gaze of the other party, threw him hard into the broken lips of the Izanami statue.

The young man bent down and stared at those blue pupils almost obsessively.

"The ashes of the last person who met me are gone, you—" The man suddenly stopped.

Under the terrified gaze of the other party, Zhou smiled happily, his almond eyes curved into a pair of arcs more beautiful than Xuanyue, his long hair darker than mud got into the college teacher's uniform, and he climbed up his chest to draw a Chinese character.

"day"

"It's the daytime." The fingertips touched the white-haired man's eyes without hindrance, "The color of your eyes."

The black of the deep sea and the blue of the sky complement each other, his thin lips moved slightly, and the tip of his nose touched Gojo Satoru——

"Your body is very beautiful, can you give it to me?"

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The author has something to say:

Both Hiru and Hiru's aliases are ひる, but according to Gojo's bad personality, they must have misheard on purpose.