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In the end, Gojo Satoru forcefully withdrew his arm from the embrace of the curse spirit, and carried him back to the bedroom before the other party groaned dissatisfiedly.

Zhou's appearance was a bit inseparable from others. As soon as the man let go, the young man shivered pitifully, as if he was really cold, but from the outside, there was nothing unusual.

The peach-colored Choubulaji little curse spirit kept wandering around the two of them, flew in front of Zhou, and touched his cheek anxiously.At this time, Gojo Satoru realized that Hiroshi flinched uncomfortably, and immediately grabbed the little thing by the tail and threw it out.

It seems that when the boy comes into contact with things related to the curse spirit, he will become colder, including his own body.

On the contrary, a man's body temperature will make the other person feel comfortable. If it wasn't for Hiru's ugly face, Gojo Satoru would think he did it on purpose.

It would be impossible to move this kid to the high school to be treated by Nitrate. At that time, it would be difficult to keep the secret of the special day spell spirit. Either the boy would be executed, or he would be included in the defection list, or both results would happen at the same time.

Gojo Satoru ignored the mana spirit who had crawled into his chest, lying on his stomach like a koala, while pinching his fragile chin.

"Hey, what happened, did you eat something weird?" He asked, "What mission did you and Qihai go on today? Didn't I tell you not to open the door when you meet strange people?"

Manu Ling's mind was frozen into chaos. Looking at Wu Tiaowu's opening and closing lips, he stretched out his cool fingertips and pressed it gently, covering his ears impatiently, "You are so noisy, human being."

Want to kill people.Gojo Satoru closed his mouth expressionlessly, and took out his mobile phone to check the news.

Zhou sent him a few voice messages in the afternoon, but it was a pity that he was holding the boy's mobile phone at that time—Hi hadn't had the habit of charging his mobile phone yet, so after the battery ran out, Gojo Satoru never received his text messages. coming news.

Now that I listened to it again, it was probably that Jianren Qihai received a task request from his superiors and took him to Kanagawa Prefecture to solve the case of the suspected appearance of super-level magic spirits.

This guy Zhou spoke vaguely, as if he didn't quite understand the content of the mission.

Wutiao Wu clicked on the last voice message, and a familiar voice came from it, "Wujo Wu, what is a curse object?"

Curse?

The man glanced at the curse spirit who was sleeping soundly on the bed while holding his arms. Could it be that they met some curse spirit?

At this moment, Jianren Qihai sent him a message.

Click it in, and the high-definition picture half the size of the screen is loading, slowly progressing to 80%.

Ding dong.

[Qihai Jianren: The thing you spit out today has been investigated clearly, it is one of the fingers of the special-grade cursed object...]

The picture was loaded successfully, and on the forensics tablecloth was carefully placed a piece of dry and terrifying finger, with black nails covering the fingertips, which were extremely sharp.

Gojo Satoru knew this, with the fingers of Su Nuo on both sides.

Two-faced Su Nuo was a notorious curse master thousands of years ago. He was a guy with four arms and four eyes and was called the king of curses.

After his death, the [-] fingers left behind were so terrifying that they could not be completely destroyed, so they could only be sealed by human beings, which belonged to extremely dangerous special-grade spells.

Gaozhuan now has five of them, and with today's one, there may be six.

The man was thinking, and another message came from the other end.

[Nanami Jianren: Maybe Gojo Satoru, you should explain why that kind of thing spit out of your mouth, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this damn work report until now. 】

I used a full stop at the end, so I should be very angry.

Gojo Satoru sighed helplessly. How could he explain this? It was definitely because Hiroshi swallowed this thing as a curse spirit, rubbed it into a ball, and then found that he couldn't digest Su Nuo's fingers at all.

He pinched the cheek of the kid in his sleep, and cruelly pulled out a stupid and ugly grimace.

——It must be because of being polluted by the highly toxic substance in that thing's body that it suddenly turned into this appearance...

Gojo Satoru typed with one hand, and began to make up weird reasons—for example, he was accidentally attacked while exorcising the curse spirit, stuffed something into his mouth, and then spit it out in time, which is more reasonable...it should be Bar.

After dealing with Qihai's grievances, Gojo Satoru wanted to pull away, but Hiroki was raving in pain, hugging him even tighter.

The young man's long hair hung messily around his cheeks, making his skin paler than usual, and his delicate brows were tightly frowned, shivering from the cold.

"Six Eyes" observed the mana fluctuations in his body openly, and finally discovered some clues hidden in the dark wave of mana.

A trace of cold mist wrapped around Tian's abdomen, which stored powerful mantras, and diffused shallowly like poison. When the man moved his palm over, the poisonous gas consciously avoided it and drifted to other places.This also explains why the day is no longer cold when touched by him,

The mantra overflowed from the man's fingertips without adding any spells, and tentatively poured it into the boy's abdomen. As he expected, the residual poison of Su Nuo evaded far away when it met his own mantra, and one of them Xiaolian was caught by him, and was annihilated under the squeeze of the mantra.

It's a pity that the efficiency of grabbing bit by bit is too low, and because of the infusion of foreign mana, the mana spirit huddled into a ball uncomfortably, instinctively resisting external invasion.

Gojo Satoru tried for a while and then gave up.

"Hey, Nitro, it's me." He dialed a number, and after busy ringing three times, he was picked up. The man lowered his eyes and stared at the slender figure on the bed, "I have a personal job with a good salary, and I need you Secret..."

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"Nothing serious for the time being." The beautiful woman parted her long brown hair, the tear mole under the corner of her eyes was faintly shining in the hair, and she glanced at the exquisite mantra boy on the bed calmly.

Jia Ruozi, a high-level exclusive doctor, is a rare conjurer who can use the "reversal spell" to heal others. He is a panda-level figure in the entire conjurer industry.

"I don't know Wu Wu why you brought a super class back to the college." Nitzi tilted his head, and the dark circles under his eyes were a bit thick from this angle. It would be a waste of Wujo Wu to dig her out of a lot of urgent medical work. A lot of effort.She glanced at the curse spirit, "However, even if it's not me, as long as any doctor injects a little magic power into his body, your secret will be exposed."

"Don't worry, those guys can't do anything to me." Gojo Satoru sat aside, his eyes lingering on Hiro's peaceful sleeping figure. Only at such times would he be more obedient, and he wouldn't say anything surprising, and he wouldn't make any intrusions. The curse of lack of common sense.

"Of course I'm not talking about this—" Jia Ruozi's brown eyes flashed, "I'm talking about yourself."

She accepted half a sentence, since the high school days, Nitzi has no way to understand what is in the minds of these geniuses.

Compared with Gojo Satoru, who wanted to subvert the bloodline class and solidified ideas, and Xia Youjie, a defector who wanted to violently exterminate ordinary humans, she didn't care much about the political changes in the magic world, and she didn't favor any side. Receive salary, go home every day, drink, watch TV and sleep.

It may be that she is not crazy enough, and occasionally laments how great or stupid these ideals are, and then stands by indifferently.

She paused, and said slowly, "I don't want to lose another colleague at the age of 30 after losing a classmate in the college."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Jiarui Glass shook his head disapprovingly, "Curse spirits—super-level curse spirits are things whose IQ is no less than that of humans. When you bring this potential danger into the high school, You should have thought that after the incident is exposed, you will face criticism from the entire magic world. At that time, even if you are the head of the Wutiao family, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame-you are an insider of the Yusan family, and you know it best their means."

"I am Gojo Satoru, and then I am the Patriarch of the Gojo Family." The man interrupted her with a faint arrogance, "Unlike other famous conjurers of the Yusan Family, no one can touch me—and , the people around me."

He stared at the boy's frown suddenly, and after a long silence, he lowered his voice, "Glass, will you help me keep this secret?"

Jia Ruozi pursed his lips, "I'll pretend that I've never been to this place, and I can't guarantee anything else."

"That's enough."

Before leaving, Jia Ruozi said a few things to pay attention to.

"The toxins in Dayi's body haven't been cleared yet, that kind of thing has been completely mixed with the magic power in his body. You should know that he doesn't have a standard circulation structure in his body, even if it saved his life, it didn't let him The poison passes through the heart, but at the same time, the poisonous mantra cannot be eliminated through automatic circulation."

She briefly explained, "The rest is only for you to guide the toxins in his body to be discharged through your mantra in the infinite cycle. This step may require long-term work. Without a case, I have no way of judging the specific time." , you need to experiment by yourself."

Gojo Satoru nodded, "The point is...?"

"Although it's a bit perverted to say that—" Jiarui Nitro smiled lightly, "but I suggest that you maintain uninterrupted physical contact with him anytime, anywhere. While alleviating the symptoms, the circulation in your body will automatically help him Drain the poisonous mantra."

"Does it have to be like this?" Wujo Gou raised his eyebrows, "I have a mission, and he also needs to attend classes."

"It can be cut off in the middle, but it will be very uncomfortable during the day. You can judge for yourself." Jia Ruozi's words were quite ruthless.

She hesitated, "However, there is a faster way."

"what?"

"Hug, kiss, do—" The woman glanced at the ghost of a high school student, who didn't know the exact age, and she changed the euphemism——

"Body and fluid exchange."

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In order to avoid misunderstanding, please make a note: the setting is that Hiruki is nearly ten years younger than Gojo Satoru, and now he is seventeen, a few months older than Panda, Maki, and Gomaki.

Day just lacks common sense, but IQ is mature, body is mature, learning ability is extremely fast, height is 174-176 (growing), not a kid, love is also after adulthood~