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"Students from the Zen Academy—"

The sharp blade slashed in front of Yi Gu Youtai, only one millimeter away from his eyeball.

Cold sweat dripped from the corner of Yi Gu's forehead, Qiandi's pupils trembled slightly, until the other party slowly put down the knife, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't call me Zen." The girl with the dark green ponytail pushed her glasses with the tip of a knife, "Also, your physical skills are so poor that you can't even go on with the most basic training class warm-up."

Can a 3000-minute warm-up for 6 meters be called a warm-up?Yi Gu Youtai held back the breath he exhaled, the world record is more than seven points!

"Will it be too impolite to call you Maki?" Otoko scratched his hair too.

The panda just passed by, and patted him on the shoulder when he heard this, "No, it will be more polite if you call him Maki."

"why?"

"Because the Zenyuan family I work in is a group of guys who don't regard non-artists as human beings." Zenyuan Maki interrupted, "I don't want others to confuse me with them."

Yi Gu Youtai was puzzled and said: "Kechan... Isn't Maki-san a magician too?"

"Who knows." Zenyuan Maki snorted coldly, put away the magic tool and went to practice with the dog curly thorn.

The panda rested its paws on the black-haired boy's shoulder regretfully, "You can actually step on thunder twice in 3 minutes... Let me tell you this, don't talk to Maki about spell power and spells."

"Yeah." Although Yi Gu Youtai didn't know why, he nodded.

"By the way, what Maki said is right." Panda pinched his chin with his paws, and carefully looked at the thin boy in front of him, "You are really weak, you need to strengthen your physical training."

"In school, I can still get 90 points in physical education at the end of the semester."

"No, no, no!" Panda waved his hand, "Even if you have a perfect score in high school sports, you will fail in conjurer at all - you have to learn to use the muscles in your body to maximize the use of muscles. "

"However." Panda turned around, "Since you have that kind of powerful curse in your body, as long as you don't face the sky-defying conjurer like Gojo Satoru, it doesn't matter if you are an idiot in individual art, except for a little bit of trouble."

Yi Gu raised his eyebrows, "Which point?"

The panda pondered for a moment, "If your body is so weak, that thing in your body may be targeted by people with ulterior motives."

Ding ding ding ding——

The huge bell rang suddenly inside the high school, startling the birds in the forest.

Yi Gu Youtai was taken aback, "Is get out of class over?"

"It's not the end of get out of class." The panda narrowed its pupils seriously, and raised its round, plush ears vigilantly. "This kind of alarm sound-something has invaded."

The black-haired boy didn't know that he was so unlucky. On the first day of class, he met the enemy who invaded the high school.

"Is it a monster? Or some alien?" he asked nervously.

"Muyuhua." Goujuji and Maki had already surrounded them, and together with the panda, kept the fragile boy behind.

"It's the curse master." Chanyuan Maki said slowly.

While talking, a few people came from a distance.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that after so many years, the high school of conjuration still looks tattered." Xia Youjie put his palm on his forehead and looked around, "Let me see, where is that cute little curse spirit? There is one called...Yi Gu Youtai, right?"

Accompanying him were a pair of twin sisters, and a half-naked man with a heart sticker on his chest.

Nanako exclaimed, "Panda! Master Xia You! There are real pandas!"

"Ah, I found it." Xia Youjie smiled slightly.

"Can I take a photo with the panda?" Nanako took out her phone and looked expectantly at the vigilant group of people opposite.

The black-haired girl on the side reminded: "They probably won't take pictures with us, Nanako, we are here for the afternoon."

"Hey." The girl sighed regretfully.

"It's a pity that day is not here, such a cute kid, did you hang out with that guy Wu again?" Xia Youjie said regretfully, "Let me see the other people—the mutant cursed panda, the last descendant of the curser, Juanji, There is also Yigu Youtai who possesses a super-level curse spirit."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up, Xia Youjie stopped abruptly, and a deep knife hole appeared in front of him.

The man's eyes darkened fiercely, staring at the girl holding the knife across from him, he paused every word, "And, the annoying monkey."

Zenyuan Maki's face was gloomy, and the sharp magic tool in her hand cast a shadowless cold light in the air.

Xia Youjie sneered, and while everyone was not paying attention, he stepped in front of Yi Gu Youtai, pinched his pale face and looked around, like looking at the Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market, "Ah, it really is so weak, but It's interesting what's inside."

"Jie." A familiar voice sounded from behind Xia Youjie, and the brilliance of the technique on his fingertips shone brightly. No one noticed how he passed by.

"Hey, Wu." Xia Youjie turned around, squinted and smiled, stretched out a finger, and pushed away the "He" who was ready to shoot at his chest, "Don't be impulsive, your students are surrounded by me now oh."

The bandages covered most of the expression on Gojo Satoru's face, and when he pursed his lips, he didn't look so approachable, but instead showed a hint of bad temper.

It wasn't until this time that the first-year students came back to their senses suddenly, unknowingly, countless first- and second-level spell spirits had surrounded them.

——The guy dressed as a monk is so powerful? !

Even if the beast's curse skeleton, which is very sensitive to spell power, didn't notice it at all, its face became serious, a first-level magician?No, perhaps stronger.

"Forget it." Xia Youjie put down the corners of his mouth in boredom, and walked back to his original position in front of Gojo Wu, "I'm just here to declare war."

"Christmas Eve, that is, on the evening of December 12th, we will put down thousands of curse spirits in Kyoto and Tokyo, hold a feast of ghosts at night, and kill all the humans present." Xia Youjie slashed with a knife Crossing his neck, he smiled brightly, "Come and stop me, Gojo Satoru, bring your lovely students and see how this world protected by you has been torn off by me as a hypocritical fig leaf."

He laughed mockingly, whistled, provocatively attracted the flying bird curse spirit last time, and picked up several curse masters present.

With the students surrounded, Gojo Satoru couldn't make a move, and watched this guy run away from him again with a cold face.

The night moth Zhengdao has arrived here, and the figure on the horizon is getting farther and farther away. Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and passed the principal.

"Where are you going?" the principal frowned.

"Looking for Zhou." The man whispered, "Even if Xia Youjie has a very small chance of finding him, I can't leave him alone in the apartment."

·

"Hundred ghosts at night? I want to go too?" Zhou held a muffin cake, sipping it with special care.

Gojo Satoru nodded, "Xia Youjie's purpose for carrying out this massacre is not clear, and it's not sure that it's a slap in the face. It's not safe for you to stay in the apartment alone. Anyway, the symptoms of lethargy have eased now, and you should be able to go out."

Hiro nodded, the cake in his hand was empty, he looked at Gojo Satoru expectantly, "Can I have another one?"

"No." Gojo Satoru refused Hiro's request, and caught the trash he threw with one hand, "Prepare well, the time is just over a month later, and there will be hundreds of magic balls waiting for you to eat. I'll kill you."

Zhou groaned in pain and fell down on the fluffy carpet, complaining: "If it's not for survival, who would want to eat that kind of thing!"

·

September 12, evening.

On the streets of Harajuku, Tokyo, crowds flow like ants, couples holding hands, a happy family of three, office workers and social animals in suits wandering the streets... All kinds of figures walk through the streets and shuttle between neon-colored buildings.

Jingle bells were playing Christmas songs all over the street, and snowflakes and cartoons of Santa Claus were pasted on the shop windows. Occasionally, one or two red and round people would come out of the shop, flirting with people with white beards and handing out leaflets.

There are many people in strange costumes passing by on the street, cosplaying anime characters, putting up Christmas trees in green bags, and decorating bicycles in the shape of elk. You can say that in a place like Harajuku where there are usually demons dancing around, It's not surprising to see anything on Christmas Eve.

Gojo Satoru and Hiruki stayed on the topmost building in the commercial street.

With his feet dangling in the air, Hiro poked his head out to smell the smell of takoyaki coming from the street.

"Five Satoru—"

The white-haired man stared at the phone, pulled the corner of his clothes out of his hand, and said mercilessly, "I won't buy it."

"Just a small portion, can you—"

"No, don't act like a spoiled child." Gojo Satoru cruelly turned Hiruki's head away, "Keep an eye on it and tell me when the sun sets."

At this time, a large group of people in suits appeared, took the order form approved by the government, and quickly drove these people out, even the shops were forced to close.The whole operation was very quick, and even though the crowd was wailing everywhere, they had to leave after seeing the guns in their hands.

In less than 10 minutes, the whole street turned from bustling to desolate, completely empty except for a group of magicians.

The shop selling takoyaki was also closed, and the mantra held his face in regret, watching the golden day outside the building slowly disappearing under the horizon in boredom.

As night fell, the cold wind blew eeriely across the cheeks.

Day looked up keenly, realizing that something had arrived—curses, hundreds of curses.

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru lifted the boy's collar, clamped him in his arms, and jumped down from the tall building.

In the shadows, in the street, under the manhole cover... rustling sounds gradually sounded, and things of the opposite sex came out of the gaps, and rushed towards the conjurers who were under martial law.

"Swallow evil"——

A wave of pitch-black curse power overflowed from the young man's body. For low-level curses, he didn't need to surrender to swallow them directly.

Countless low-level curses with arrears of IQ rolled over when they heard the smell of curse power, and without exception, they were directly swallowed by the day.

This kind of technique that can extend the attack range to the entire area is undoubtedly a great help. After cleaning up the first wave of low-level curse spirits, Yidizhi ran over holding his mobile phone and said a few words to Gojo Wu. The man's face changed slightly. .

"Day." He turned his head, "Can one person solve this problem here?"

"No problem." Curling frowned and swallowed a ball.

Gojo Satoru quickly left the scene with the panda and the dog Juji, as if there were more important things waiting for him to deal with.

Day stared blankly at the incoming wave of curses, and there was almost no one to fight. Just swallowing this kind of garbage was like eating only pickles, which made people sick.

"Swallow Sha" attacked indiscriminately, Kuroshio got into every corner of the streets and alleys according to the will of the day, searched for the hidden curses, and sent back the mana balls compressed into mud.

Ten, twenty, one hundred... five hundred.

The space-occupied and fragmented mantra filled Zhou's abdomen, he frowned slightly, clutching his stomach in discomfort, and decided to take it easy and get rid of them directly.

He walked into the alley alone, and crushed those curses that a little bit of wisdom thought were well hidden.

dong dong.

The boy froze in place in a daze.

Suddenly there was a heart-pounding tug at his heart, and he leaned against the corner of the wall and squatted down slowly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead in an instant, his soul was squeezed tightly, as if something in the dark was pulling his consciousness, competing with him. Grab the site.

dong dong.

His heart tightened again, and he panted lightly, his eyes became more and more blurred, like a TV unplugged and plunged into the boundless darkness.

Yidizhi Jiegao turned around, thinking that he saw Zhou entering the alley.

Senior Wu Tiao asked him to keep an eye on the boy anytime and anywhere, and report to him immediately if he had any problems. The humble assistant supervisor didn't dare to be sloppy, and hurried over.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, a boy with long black hair came out.

"Xi, are you alright?" the assistant supervisor asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine." The young man said with a smile, "I'll go over there to have a look, you don't have to follow."

"But Wutiao—" Before Yidizhi finished speaking, there was no one in front of him.

"Huh?" Frowning suspiciously, he looked towards the place where Day disappeared.

He must have been dazzled just now... Just when the young man raised his head, Yi Dizhi seemed to see...a scar appear on Zhou's forehead?