Goujin has something to say

The tall and thin man asked kindly: "Excuse me, are you the girlfriend of the dog curly thorn?"

...This title is really too tempting.

Fukagawa Kirei's inclination to do things lessened a little bit, she rubbed her fingertips, and asked patiently, "...What can I do for you?"

The soul in front of me reveled, and the distorted colors were mixed together, making it even more disgusting.

Fukagawa Kirei felt that his temper had really improved a lot. If he had seen a soul of this color before, his first reaction would definitely be to tear him apart, instead of listening to his nonsense here.

She saw the human-shaped soul in front of her swaying from side to side, probably making a move to observe the surroundings, and then inflated a circle, malice almost overflowing from the color of the soul.

Fukagawa Kirei raised his hand again and nodded the corner of his eye, but don't look at it, the president will be the eye of the needle.

The man pretending to be a gentleman said: "Miss Fukagawa, it's not easy to talk about conjurers in this kind of place. Let's go to another place?"

In the end, probably because he was afraid that Fukagawa Kirei would be vigilant, he added another sentence: "Don't worry, I'm a friend of the dog, and I won't hurt you."

Where did the pheasant come from to run wild here.Fukagawa Kirei raised his eyebrows.

She is not a fool, the other party mentioned the dog curly thorn, her soul is still such a disgusting color, she must be uneasy and kind - and most of them are directed at the dog curly thorn.

If someone from the port mafia was present, he could clearly feel that Kirei Fukagawa meant that he was in a bad mood.

Of course, "running fast" is the best advice at this time.

"Okay." The harmless-looking girl bent her eyes and replied.

The curse master was in high spirits, thinking that he was about to succeed.

Their organization received the news from an unknown person that "Kirei Fukagawa, a transfer student who attends Seagull Academy, has a close relationship with the descendant of the magician".

Although the person who revealed it didn't make it clear who Fukagawa Kirei was, all the information found by the Curser group showed that he was just an ordinary person, and the Curser took it for granted.

If you reveal your secrets, you can kill them with a curse, and you won't be discovered anyway.

It's so interesting to use the fetters to restrain the conjurers and see them desperate but powerless.

Originally, I just planned to try my luck, but I didn't expect that I really got lucky.

What a special existence the descendants of spellcasters are, as long as they can attract the bait of a dog, it is not easy for a mere first-year student to deal with them?

Fukagawa Kirei lowered his eyes and followed him unsuspectingly.

The curse master thought maliciously: his brain is not very smart, but his face is quite pretty, and he can have a good time before using it to set a trap for the curse speller...

The curse master took her into an alley not far from Seagull Academy.

The Curse Master stopped in his tracks, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Because you satisfied me with the address you gave me just now, so I'll give you another chance." Fukagawa Kirei watched him turn around and curled the corners of his mouth: "What do you want to tell me about Goumaki-kun ?”

The curser showed an ugly face: "Tell you what? About the dog curly thorn?"

The Curse Master raised his hand, the ground behind him began to twist, the black mud rolled, something was about to crawl out of it, and the sound of gurgling filled the small alley.

He grinned, waiting for the curse spirit he subdued to knock out the little girl in front of him who had a close relationship with the magic speller and take her away.

"Sister, has anyone told you to pay attention to safety when you are alone?"

Fukagawa Kirei sneered.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The gurgling sound dissipated, and the curse master didn't wait for the curse spirit to appear for a long time, and turned his head to look at the ground behind him in a daze.

The wreckage of the first-level curse that was finally subdued was scattered on the ground. The curse master suddenly realized something, and turned his head to look at the place where Fukagawa Kirei was standing just now. There was no one in front of him.

A huge force from behind pressed him and threw him forward. Before the curser could react, Fukagawa Kirei pressed his head and smashed him into the wall, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, did you tell me?" , Pay attention to safety when acting alone?"

Hitting with such force, the wall was dented, and the curser felt that every part of his face was screaming with pain, Fukagawa Kirei slowly let go of the hand that was holding his head——then pulled out his school uniform skirt. Concealed, the dagger fastened to the leg ring, casually pinned his hand to the wall.

"How should I put it...You adults like to talk to yourself, and you often overestimate yourself." Fukagawa Kirei clapped his hands, the blood on his hands felt sticky and disgusting. "Who told you I was a good guy, huh?"

The opponent is coming at the dog curling the thorn.

Fukagawa Kirei squatted down and looked at the man in front of him who slid to the ground in an extremely strange posture: "Tell me? Who ordered you to do this? How many of you are there?"

The Curse Master had difficulty breathing due to the pain, the bridge of his nose was probably broken, blood gushed out from his nasal cavity, and the pain in his hands was extremely intense.

Whether it is a magician or a curser, [hand] is very important.

How lucky is this! !This is simply the bad luck of eight lifetimes! !

"We... want to conduct research on spellcasters... the energy contained in the magic power of the runes of snake eyes and teeth... cough cough cough..."

Fukagawa Kirei pried out the recent plan of the curse masters from his mouth, and learned his original intention.

Fukagawa Kirei took out a tissue from his bag, and slowly wiped his hands: "Speaking of which, you have to thank Inoumaki-kun. If you didn't want to ask something from you, you would have died just now."

The spell master raised his head with difficulty, he thought he had gained such a chance, the smile on the corner of Fukagawa Kirei's mouth completely disappeared.

"Gojuan-kun is a very important person to me, so..."

"Student Fukagawa?" An abrupt voice interrupted Fukagawa Kirei's last cut, "Here comes the person who picks you up."

With blood on his wrist, Fukagawa Kirei's eyes were dark, and the killing intent had not faded when he looked at the person who came.

Yuan Hui, the president of the Seagull Student Union, smiled. Such a simple action of the campus male god exudes endless charm, but it has no effect on Fukagawa Kirei.

"This is not Yokohama, and it will be very difficult if we are discovered." He stated softly, and drew out the sword worn at his waist. Mistake, leave it to me next?"

Fukagawa Kirei nodded.

Miss Killing, who was feared by many Yokohama mafia, shook off the blood on her hand, and frowned in disgust.

"Senior Yuanhui, I don't want others to know about me through this guy."

The blackness behind Fukagawa Kirei's back was ready to move, Yuan Hui was not angry at such a blunt threat, and just smiled to show that he knew.

"You can be assured."

Fukagawa Kirei looked condescendingly at the cursed master covered in blood, "Then, the follow-up will be left to you, the president."

……

Yuanhui is a descendant of the Genji family, and has a little relationship with the Yusan family. After a phone call, someone from the high school of conjuration rushed over.

When Gou Makiji arrived, Fukagawa Kirei had just boarded Vongola's special car and left.

Yuanhui raised his hand to greet him, and the man lying on the ground like a corpse was completely changed, even worse than when Fukagawa Kirei was there.

"This is probably the curse master...it seems to be the trouble caused by you curse masters."

Goujuanji frowned, the smell of blood in the alley was too strong: "... pickled fish roe."

Yuanhui turned his body sideways to let the dog curly spine see the situation inside: "He came for Fukagawa Kirei, but as you can see, it has been resolved."

It is not without reason that conjurers are mostly alone.

They have to witness a lot of life and death. Every task is to run on the line of life and death, and have too deep [fetters] with others. Once an accident happens, it may bring endless pain.

The boy looked at the remains of the first-level curse spirits around him.

——This is a very dangerous curse master on the list.

Goujuanji quickly contacted the assistant supervisor who was waiting outside, and the assistant supervisor in black uniform rushed over. Seeing the scene present, even an experienced man felt a little sick to his stomach.

On the contrary, the curse master looked like he saw the savior.

Yuan Hui seemed to be indifferent and sighed: "Ah, if my little princess encounters such a thing... Guang and I will be very worried."

The president of the student council had curved eyes, and the cold murderous intent in the light blue eyes was hidden behind the eyelashes.

The dog Curly Thorn pursed his lips and remained silent.

The head of the port mafia makes a deal with him.Guaranteeing Fukagawa Kirei's safety in Seagull Academy and creating some obstacles for the young spellcaster were all Mori Ogai's demands.

Although it was a thunderbolt to prevent others from falling in love, the descendants of Genji analyzed the identities of Fukagawa Kirei and Gomakito, and felt that what Mori Ogai said was an acceptable condition.

Yuan Hui exerted more force on his hand, and the magic removal tool in his hand sank into the palm of the curser, leaving blood all over the ground, which looked extremely tragic.

But the Curse Master didn't want to cry and cry.

Fukagawa Kirei had just cut off his tendons and hamstrings, and each cut perfectly avoided cutting off the pain nerves, and all pain sensations would be completely fed back to the brain.

But Genji's descendants cut off his tongue, and put an end to all his right to speak.

The blond campus male god flicked the magic removal tool to the side casually, and there was nothing left on the sword body. The curse master who was almost unconscious on the ground was stimulated repeatedly and was already in a semi-collapsed state.

After all, conjurers would not be so harsh on human beings, even if they caught the curse master, they would not use such almost inhuman torture methods.

Yuanhui perfectly exposed the fact that Fukagawa Kirei had done something, and handed over the curse master to the assistant supervision of the conjurer team who rushed over.

With his usual gentle smile, he whispered something when passing by the spell master.

"As for the future, Mr. Goujuan should think about it himself."