With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"Jay! Guess who I saw."

As soon as he returned to the high school, he saw a black-haired young man resting his head on one hand, looking sleepy. Gojo Wu didn't even think about it, so he turned over on the desk Xia Youjie was leaning on, from top to bottom After looking around, I found dessert in the drawer.

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie looked at the white head dangling in front of his eyes amusedly, first called out the other party's name, and then answered slowly: "It must be because I saw a ghost."

"Wow, it's indeed Jie, the guess is really accurate." Gojo Satoru leaned back on another office chair beside him without any image, unpacked the dessert, squeezed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"..."

Xia Youjie couldn't get any information from Wujo Wuping's behavior and tone that were almost the same as usual, but he didn't believe the other party's words, so he had no choice but to say: "Wu just came to see me, maybe I have something to say."

"Well, of course." Wujo Satoru said casually, "It's a pity that the excellence is not gone, some things are still shocking to see with my own eyes."

Xia Youjie still had a relaxed expression on his face, and said calmly: "Since Wu has said so, it is better to let me out. I am really curious about things that can shock Wu."

He turned his back to the window, and the light hit his back and cast a dark shadow in front of him. Gojo Gojo continued to taste the dessert that originally belonged to Xia Youjie as if he didn't notice anything.

"No."

"Jay, are you angry?"

"It's me who should be angry, right? Ming Mingjie only taught a few gymnastics classes to receive loving desserts from the students. It's too unfair."

Gojo Goto said to himself, unceremoniously wiped out all the desserts, and then raised his head to look at Xia Youjie. Through the blindfold, Xia Youjie couldn't see Gojo Goku's expression clearly, he could only see Gojo Goto open mouth.

"I saw the purlin."

"……what?"

Xia Youjie didn't seem to understand what Gojo Wu meant, and asked in an unsteady tone, "Who did you see?"

"Jie, your reaction now is exactly the same as I thought. In fact, I was shocked at first glance, but..." A pale face flashed in Gojo Wu's mind. Realized spells and the like."

Wujo Satoru recalled all the doubts at that time.

Xia Youjie didn't know what he thought of, the fingers he placed casually trembled slightly because of excitement, and the expression on his face remained calm, only he could understand that he had used great restraint even to barely stabilize his tone Li, "What about the purlin?"

In Xia Youjie's memory, Wu Tiaolin almost responded to Wu Tiao Wu's request, unless it touched his principles.

It is precisely because of this...

That young man who was always very reliable didn't even have a complete body left in the end.

Gojo Satoru insisted on not taking him back to Gojo's house, and took him to the first place covered by sunlight when the morning sun rose.

"Purlin's state is very wrong." Gojo Satoru withdrew his usual frivolous and casual tone, "I can't perceive the magic formula on Purlin, and his spell power is so weak that there is almost no... None of this is important, he seems to be I just think that he and I just haven’t seen each other for many years.”

"There was a problem with Purlin's memory... He forgot that he was dead. He thought he was alive all the time, but he hadn't seen him for a long time."

What he saw was complete, his ears, his eyes, and the inevitable damage from the excessive use of surgery were no longer found.

Besides... because the right ear was injured too badly, and the magic power remaining on the wound could not be healed by nitrous, he would hide the broken part afterwards... instead of lifting his hair so naturally.

The current purlin has the most complete and beautiful appearance in his memory.

"Really...it really doesn't exist to bring the dead back to life."

Xia Youjie's expression dimmed a bit, but the tacit understanding between him and Wutiao Wu allowed him to sense what the other party wanted to say from Wutiao Wu's unfinished words: "Wu Tiao thinks that you have touched some magic formula, so that you let him go Purlin reproduced it with such a posture."

"That's right, I already have a target of suspicion, well, a technique that I can't even perceive, sounds very interesting, Jie." Wujo Wujo said slowly, with a precise projection, he gave the dessert bag in his hand Throw it in the trash.

At the same time, the person whom Gojo Satoru cared about listened to the [Damage Degree 70.00%] broadcast in his ear, and slowly wiped the lenses of the glasses he just bought.

【what happened? 】

The system felt like it was dreaming, how could so many kung fu vests be repaired in just a short while?

[Do you know brain supplements? 】

Wu Tiaolin is actually not myopic, on the contrary his eyesight is quite superior.

The glasses he wears on weekdays are custom-made by the Wutiao family with a huge sum of money, which can cover up the traces of using the technique to a certain extent.

Now Dai is just to... cover his sight.

After all, he is no longer the quasi-superior conjurer who punches Wujou and kicks super-spell spirits every second of every day.

Before, he was worried that he could not use the magic formula but had a certain amount of magic power. If the magic spirit detected his sight, he would be chased and cut down three streets.

Fortunately... the time for the restoration was just right, but it should have been earlier, so that he could save money on glasses.

Feeling that his spell power had recovered a lot, he explained to the system in his head: [The mainline character's recognition of the direction I lead is the improvement of the rationality of my existence. 】

System: [Host, what you said is so complicated. 】

Wu Zilin didn't answer the system anymore, he cared more about the curse spirit that just flashed before his eyes than explaining various principles to the artificial mentally retarded system.

Humanoid curse spirit...

Moreover, it seems to be walking in a certain direction with a purpose.

Wu Lianglin subconsciously glanced around, forgetting that his magic tool is no longer at hand.

However, his instinctive care and intuition for the group of "curse spirits" still made him hesitate for a while before following.

The sunlight fell on his body through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and he felt a little warmth that he hadn't seen for a long time, so he couldn't help but squinted his eyes comfortably.

Fortunately, the improvement in repair speed and synchronization rate allowed him to show up even on sunny days, although the time was not too long.

He has to find every opportunity to improve his fit with the vest.

However, the consequence of relying too much on spells in the past and the serious decline in strength now is that without spells, it is difficult to track and lock even the position of the filthy.

He couldn't find any direction, and after searching for a long time, when he finally sensed some spell power, he bumped into a man head-on.

"Feel sorry."

A deep voice sounded, and the five purlins hurried to find the trace of the curse spirit, walked sideways from the other party, and said in a hurry: "Sorry."

"...Senior Wutiao?"

The deep voice sounded again, and the man quickly grabbed his shoulder, and when he turned his head, he couldn't help but say: "It's really you?"

Jianren Qihai's face was full of disbelief, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the boy with dark blue hair in front of him.

The other party was stopped by him, and stopped, "Are you... Junior Qihai?"

Qihai Jianren's voice was not as stable as before, "Senior Wutiao, you..."

Qihai didn't know what to ask, whether he should ask why he was still alive, or why Gojo-senpai looked the same as he did a long time ago.

Even the obvious scars are gone...

More like some false hallucination.

"ran away."

The five purlins ignored Qi Hai, he frowned, he really couldn't feel it now... Then he noticed the faint smell of blood just now, he looked at Qi Hai, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, I'll go back to the high school to deal with it later." Qi Hai looked at the boy in front of him with a complicated face, "Did Senior Wu Tiao also come here after he noticed that curse spirit?"

"Well, it's a human-shaped curse spirit."

This is not some wilderness, the curse spirit is so wanton in activities, and sure enough... I met a magician.

"Sorry, let it get away."

Qihai frowned thinking of this, but although he was worried about the curse spirit, he was more worried about the boy in front of him.

Is there really... will this kind of thing happen?

The same surname is Wutiao, Wutiaowu is the senior that Qihai least wants to respect, on the contrary, Wutiaolin is the senior that Qihai, a junior student of the next class, respects the most.

Of course, the biggest reason is that there will be harm if there is a contrast.

Compared with Gojo Satoru, who is too lazy to do the tasks and runs away from class whenever he wants, Wu Tiaojin can be said to be an outstanding representative of the three good students and a model worker who touched the magic world.

"By the way, Qihai." Knowing that the target he wanted to chase no longer existed, Wu Zilin thought of a question. Looking at Qihai's vicissitudes of face, he asked inexplicably, "Long time no see, why are you so haggard?" ? I was a little afraid to confirm at first glance just now."

Nanami: Okay, seniors are shit, no exceptions!

"...Senior Wutiao, do you remember what you were doing before?"

This state was so wrong, Qihai thought that he had to contact Gojo Satoru later.

"I was picking out glasses just now. The previous pair of magic glasses have been broken, and I'm not used to not wearing them for a while."

Wu Tiaolin seemed to really not understand what Qihai was asking, and he looked at his junior who was already a little taller than himself with some doubts.

"Senior, have you met Wutiao senior?"

If he had seen it, at least Wujo Satoru wouldn't be silent at all.

Qihai was a little uncertain about the current situation.

Or, was he accidentally stepping into some kind of illusion?

But...if it was really an illusion, how could it be that what he saw was the five seniors.

There is not much communication between them, and his knowledge of the five purlins is only... the only reliable senior had caused irreversible consequences due to the excessive use of spells in a mission.

But because of his own powerful spells and unique use of spell power, apart from the obvious damage on his appearance, he has no particularly big impact.

later……

Qihai only knew that the senior was dead, but didn't know more details.

"I see." Wu Zilin replied casually, "I just didn't expect that Wu Jun would stay in the college as a teacher. It sounds completely different from what I imagined. By the way, Junior Qihai, do you want to go back to the college? I I haven't had time to say the answer to Wu-jun's question."

When he mentioned the person he was thinking about, his expression softened a little.

"Well, the five seniors will come with me."

Said Qihai took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the person he didn't want to contact at all.

Qihai asked some questions when they went to the high school together, and his expression became more and more serious after receiving Wu Lianglin's exact answer.

Not an illusion, nor a trap.

But it is not such an outrageous but happy thing like bringing the dead back to life.

He returned to the world again, and his posture remained the most beautiful in Wujo Wu's memory.

Qihai quickly got a reply from Gojo Satoru, and just when he was about to tell him where they were, he realized that the boy with dark blue hair had disappeared at some point.

The sudden disappearance was like his hallucinatory appearance.

Jianren Qihai slowly typed out a line, and then sent it to Wujo Wu.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru appeared in front of him.

"...It's gone again."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have guessed it, and said to himself, "I searched for so long when it was raining before, but I didn't expect Nanami to find it first."

Gojo Satoru complained a few words, then patted Qihai on the shoulder with a smile. Because he had no control at all, the blond junior almost fell forward when he patted him. He said with a smile: "It's not a hallucination, is it?" Illusion, that is the purlin, hey, I have six eyes."

He self-consciously attributed Qihai's look at him as if he was looking at shit to his distrust of his rhetoric.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes hidden behind the blindfold.

This time it was only a little short.

But at least today is sunny...

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The author has something to say:

Come on, come on, it's the god who is super good at brainstorming and assisting Brother Wu Zi.

The timeline deviates a bit from the original.