The strongest he will never OOC

The bright moonlight passed through the hair tips, strands of silver light sprinkled in the man's moon-white icy pupils, refracting a sharp cold light.

The white-haired man stepped on the night wind, lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, looking down at the familiar figure on the ground.

Xia Youjie - a wanted evil curser, one of the only four super magicians.And, his partner and best friend for three years in high school.

"Oh, it's much faster than before." Xia Youjie squinted his eyes and scratched the back of his head, pursing his lips, "I thought I could drag it for 2 minutes, but I almost got over it."

"Of course, who do you think I am." Wujo Wu said lightly, "What do you want to do to my curse spirit?"

"Your—" Xia Youjie dragged out his voice ambiguously, "I didn't expect Wu you to start to have this kind of interest. I thought your personality should be Xi Jiufu."

The man in cassock touched the ugly treasure wrapped around his neck, "As for what I want to do..."

"Of course, eat this guy and become his master." Xia Youjie had a bright smile on his face.

Wujo Gojo's acupoints throbbed faintly, and the wind from his fingertips set off a red light.

Snapped.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the black-haired man snapped his fingers lightly, and a violent earthquake rang out. A giant worm-shaped curse spirit instantly drilled out of the ground, swallowed the man into his mouth, and disappeared on the spot. Leave a sentence "see you next time, Wu" scattered in the wind.

That guy's technique is still as disgusting as ever.

Gojo Satoru stared at the crack on the ground, and held the gradually awakening curse spirit on his shoulders.

Zhou patted the man's arm weakly, "Hey, put me down, it's so uncomfortable."

"It will be even more uncomfortable to let you go down." The man sighed, changed his posture, and hugged the boy in his arms.

The curse skeleton has been shattered, and now the body is completely inseparable from the person. Even if I return to Tokyo now, there is no way to go to Noctua to get a new one immediately. The middle-aged man should be on a business trip in Kyoto.

Gojo Satoru thought about it for a while, and decided to rest in Yokohama for the night first, and send a text message to Noctua Masamune. When he returned, he would hand over the skeleton of the curse to Yidizhi, and let Yidizhi put it in the mailbox of his apartment. Not easy to be found.

The man took out his phone, and suddenly his neck was pressed tightly against the cool skin.

Taking advantage of the man's inattention, Zhou hugged him up, rubbing his furry head against his neck like a puppy.

"I touched it."

The cool breath brushed over the man's sensitive Adam's apple, "no lower limit" against physical attacks, not against perverted spells.

Gojo Satoru turned Hiro's head in one direction expressionlessly, and landed from the sky holding his collar.

Dayi was hanging in the air with an ugly expression, his feet couldn't touch the ground, "Unfortunate... Human, let me go!"

"Hey, is that so?" The man raised his tone, with an emotionless smile on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, you won't die if you suffer."

Manu Ling's dark eyes stared at this hateful man closely, and he made up his mind to kill him one day sooner or later, and then take the beautiful body as his own!

After 3 minutes, the thought dissipated.

Hiro happily held Gojo Satoru in one hand, and a super-sized grilled squid in honey sauce in the other. The squid, which was bigger than his face, was tender and thick, and it bounced in his teeth when he bit it.

Zhou's height was just right up to the man's chin, and his obstructive long hair and delicate face attracted many people's attention.After seeing him holding another tall and handsome man, his gaze became extremely intense.

Gojo Satoru put back his wallet and put on the blindfold. Even so, "Six Eyes" still received curious eyes from all directions without distinction.

——I should have drowned this guy in the bottom of the sea in the first place, otherwise I wouldn’t appear at the Yokohama night market stall holding hands with a man and be surrounded by crowds...

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High School of Magic, Kyoto School.

In the quaint Zen room, the fragrance of tea faintly diffused into the air, dizzying the steaming tide in the room.

"Have some tea, Night Moth."

A shriveled and wrinkled head emerged from the shadow of the meditation room. Pale eyebrows and beard hung down from the orange peel-like sphere, and the eyeballs were deeply sunken into the brow bone, turning into two black holes.

The headmaster of the Kyoto school, Rakuganji Kasin, stretched out his skinny fingers and held the teacup, "This is the last batch of Uji tea in spring. Another year has passed, and there are not many opportunities for me, an old man, to drink it."

Contrary to his trembling appearance as if he might go west at any time, his face is gleaming with metal, and there are eight earrings on the left and right ears. The nose ring and lip studs also perform their duties, making this old-fashioned guy into a punk old man .

Ye Mozheng's gaze slowly moved up from the clear and green tea soup in front of him, to the withered face of Jiashen in Leyan Temple.

"Principal Leyan Temple, if you have anything to say, just tell me." Ye Mo Zhengdao put his palms together in front of his knees, without any intention of touching the teacup, "I was called to the Kyoto school in the name of an emergency, and I was dragged on for a long time. In two days, it's time to tell me a little inside story, right?"

"Noctua, I'm not in a hurry as an old man, it's better for young people to learn to be more stable." Leyan Temple laughed twice, took out a yellowed photo from his arms, and pushed it to the other side of the table.

Night Moth stared downright, and slowly frowned.

In the old photo, a young boy about six or seven years old is wearing a maple leaf pattern feather, standing under a cherry blossom tree. The boy's face can be seen from this moment. The prototype of beauty, the skin is like snow, and the almond eyes are delicate .But the childish face did not have the expression that a child should have, and the pupils of the eyes were filled with endless mud-like blackness, and they looked blankly at the camera.

His left hand was hidden in the wide sleeve, and his right hand was slightly bent, revealing a blood-stained bandage.

"This is..." Ye Mozheng pressed the tip of his tongue against his gums, and the boy's face immediately appeared in his mind, "...Day?"

Leyansi twirled the photo with his skinny fingertips, his expression gloomy, "I don't know how Gojo Satoru found this child, but he has indeed been missing for a long time."

"Missing?"

"Ah, he was originally the son of a big family who had placed high hopes on him." Leyansi took a sip of hot tea slowly, his whole face plunged into deep darkness, "In the final analysis, the fate between that child and Wujo Wu But very deep."

The night moth stared at each other seriously, its old and hoarse voice was like a rusty door panel, making a harsh, long, dying hoot...

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"I don't know how you deal with it—" Ye Mo Zhengdao slapped the task report in his hand on the desk, "It's just a first-level curse spirit, you used "He" to blow up the entire playground of other people's schools!Do you know how much compensation will be paid? "

"It's okay, I'll pay for it." Wujou raised his hand, "No moth, if you get angry, it's best not to shout so loudly, or your vocal cords will explode."

The principal of the Tokyo Conjuration College sighed helplessly. The man in front of him has been like this since he was a student ten years ago. Either he forgot to put the "account" and caused panic among the masses, or he willfully caused large-scale damage.

In short, the whole person is a childish magician with eyes on his head. Although he does have the capital of arrogance, it is inevitable to make people angry.

He continued to look down at the task report, but there was no major problem behind it. Looking at the handwriting and wording, he knew that it was written by oppressing Yidizhi.

"Have you found the second-level sorcerer who disappeared from the Ainu Spell Alliance? Regardless of whether he died or not, you must remember to add it to the report, otherwise it will be very troublesome to keep the information—" Noctua raised his head rightly, just in time to meet the man in a daze s face.

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru showed an idiot expression, and tilted his head hesitantly, "Ah, it seems that Hanako was stuffed into the toilet. I was so busy fighting that I forgot to dig him out."

"But don't worry, he was still angry at that time." The man said with a smile, "Although I'm not sure if he's alive now..."

Nocturne is right:  …

Immediately, there was a roar from the High Commissioner's Office, which shattered the tiles on the roof——

"Gojo Satoru! Can you successfully complete the task once without any inexplicable mistakes??!!!"

"What happened?" Panda looked at the office building suspiciously.

"It must be that unethical teacher doing something that both people and gods are angry with." Chanyuan Maki shrugged, "By the way, you just said that you met a strange guy who can talk directly in your head?"

"Yeah, it's a pink-haired human boy with a strange and ordinary look."

"Salmon?" Goujuu raised his head, his purple eyes looked at the long-haired boy curiously.

Zhou nodded, "Without magic power, he is just an ordinary person, so I really care."

"Salmon."

"There is also a boy who calls himself 'Dark Wing' and a high school student who looks like an uncle."

"Salmon!"

"It's really suspicious, isn't it?"

Chanyuan Maki looked up at the two in confusion, no, is there some magic brainwave communication between them that she doesn't know?Why is the dialogue so natural!

It will take some time for Gojo Satoru to finish. The young Manju Ling lay on the warm panda's back to bask in the sun, rubbed his face against it, and asked curiously, "Panda, how do you take care of your hair? Why not?" tie?"

It takes a long time to comb his hair every morning when he gets up in the morning. The knotted hair not only makes his scalp hurt but also falls off. Wujo Wu looked at the hair on the bathroom floor and threatened more than once to take advantage of his sleep. Shave his head bald.

"Ah, this—" the panda proudly puffed out its chest, "This is the fur characteristic of our cherished animals, so it's very comfortable!"

As soon as summer comes, fluffy furs become unpopular, and dogs will be too hot to get close to this self-heating ecological fur.But daytime is different. Since returning from the last mission, I have often posted with him, so the panda's affection for this young student is soaring day by day, and he completely treats him as his own brother, and will leave any delicious food to the boy.

Zhou gave a heartfelt admiration, and just about to bury his face in it again, he was suddenly lifted up by a strong force.

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru easily held the boy with one hand, and waved at the three students who were expressionless, "Come back with me."

Hiro waved goodbye to the little human kid, and turned to stroke Gojo Satoru's smooth but not soft hair.

"Hey, Gojo Satoru."

"what?"

"It would be perfect if your head was covered with soft down like a panda."

"Little devil."

"Ok?"

"Speaking again will kill you."

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【It's getting cold, I really want to hang out with Senior Panda (*^▽^*)】