Goujin has something to say

Fukagawa Kirei blinked.

The runes on the floor of the room should be specially used by conjurers for curses. Fukagawa Kirei himself uses supernatural powers, so he can only feel part of the magic power circulating on the ground, other than that, he doesn't feel any discomfort.

Gojo Satoru had a "Welcome" expression, but even if she thought about it for a while, she knew that the other party was not friendly.

She answered the question ambiguously: "But there are no ordinary people in the Mafia itself, and neither are you spellcasters."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, he pulled two chairs in the center of the pattern, and invited Fukagawa Kirei to sit down.

Fukagawa Kirei nodded at the corners of his eyes as he walked inside.

...It's so bright that it dazzles my eyes.

In the field of vision, Gojo Satoru's soul shone brightly, unlike the white dog curly thorn, which was very gentle at first glance, this man with [six eyes] even had an aggressive soul.

In order to prevent himself from being blinded, Fukagawa Kirei nodded again by wiping his eyes.

Gojo Satoru naturally didn't miss this little move.

"I heard that many people in Yokohama have abilities that are different from spells and spiritual power." The silver-haired man tapped on the legs of the chair, and only the back two of the four legs touched the ground. The center of gravity of the action is unstable. "Fukagawa-san, what is your special ability?"

Fukagawa Kirei sat on the chair calmly, with his legs crossed and his hands crossed on his knees: "It is the color that can see the souls of others, and distinguish between good and bad."

Of course, it is impossible to say that my supernatural ability directly ignites the opponent's soul.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly, his upturned chair reclined, and he leaned forward a little: "Hey——isn't that very useless?"

The corner of Fukagawa Kirei's eyes twitched.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Okay, let's get past this question, do you feel any discomfort?"

Fukagawa Kirei glanced at the red mana that continued to flow on the ground, as well as the spells that covered the walls and hung in the air: "I don't think so, except that it feels a little spooky."

"Is that so..." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, and he glanced up and down Fukagawa Kirei again, "It should be the aura of the person with supernatural powers, that is my illusion, sorry, sorry."

Fukagawa Kirei relaxed a little bit, her biggest worry was not that the teacher in front of her found out that she was a bad person who could not be cleansed, but that he would turn around and make a small report with the dog.

Although Gojo Satoru said he was sorry, he was not prepared to let Fukagawa Kirei go.

"According to unpublished information, there is a special-grade embryo underground in Yokohama, but it cannot be solved by magic. The Yusanjia will accept the invitation of the port mafia leader to appoint a fixed magician. This is mostly the reason."

When Fukagawa Kirei heard the names of his parents, he became more focused.

Gojo Satoru had been paying attention to her expression all the time, and the tentative thoughts dissipated a lot after seeing Fukagawa Kirei's expression: "You can get the specific information from other places~ Do you have any questions about Tochi?"

...The question jumps too quickly, but Fukagawa Kirei wants to know the answer to [What does Goumaki-kun like] more than the former.

Gojo Gojo gave a thumbs up: "Tuna mayonnaise-flavored rice balls."

Fukagawa Kirei replied in seconds: "I know this."

Gojo Satoru shook the stool and thought for a while again, the streamer of mana on the ground illuminated his face outline, and the shadow stretched on the spell above: "Then it may be that he prefers a flat reaction, that child Ji It doesn't seem like she likes to be noisy."

Fukagawa Kirei: Dangerous.

Gojo Satoru sighed: "Why don't you just give up, there is no result if you chase after so long without success."

Fukagawa Kirei stood up, resisting the urge to swing the chair over his head: "Mr. Gojo, do you know what will happen to those who disturb other people's relationship?"

Wujo Gou took the chair in her hand and put it back in place, tilting his head: "What's the end?"

"You will definitely not find a partner before you are 30 years old."

"Bounce!"

Damn, childish ghost!

It's hard to believe that a person with such a personality is a teacher, but all of Fukagawa Kirei's aggressive consciousness is ineffective when facing Gojo Satoru. Like a small animal's intuition, she feels that she may not have much chance of winning against this person.

Fukagawa Kirei thought to himself, in his 15-year life journey, it was the first and possibly the last time he fell in love at first sight, and it turned out to be such a twists and turns.

This room used to test whether Fukagawa Kirei has the danger of magic power is really not suitable for talking, it is more like some strange sacrifice, so Gojo Satoru took Fukagawa Kirei out of this room and changed into a bright room. classroom.

After all, the descendants of spellcasters, it's not that there were people around them who pretended to "make friends" when they were young, but had ulterior motives.

"By the way, what color is my soul?"

Fukagawa Kirei was expressionless: "If you don't look carefully, your eyes will hurt, it's too dazzling."

Gojo Satoru was satisfied: "Well, after all, I am very shining myself."

Fukagawa Kirei was speechless: "Actually, there are very few people I can't talk to, Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Satoru turned his head: "My honor."

He closed the door, found a random place in this classroom to sit down, and beckoned Fukagawa Kirei to join the chat immediately.

"...Speaking of which, the Italian mafia's help in the matter of the cursed master recently, was it you who did it?"

Fukagawa Kirei straightened his cuffs, revealing the little pride of his relatives: "You conjurers, deal with the curse well, and leave this kind of human dregs to the Mafia to clean up."

Being able to hire the top organization of the Italian Mafia, Gojo Satoru explored Fukagawa Kirei's worth a little bit more—what did she use to make Pengoile's people take the initiative to clean up these irrelevant troubles that may cause casualties something?

Wait a minute.Gojo Satoru was stunned: Why did I suddenly feel that I had the illusion that I was screening for a child.

Fukagawa Kirei thought of what Gojo Satoru said just now, and when the matter of the curse master is over, he will let Gou Makiji have a good talk with him.

"I will join together, but please don't tell Komaki-kun that I will participate in the extermination of the cursed master." Fukagawa Kirei said solemnly: "After all, this is not something a beautiful girl would do."

"Isn't your ability to only see the color of the soul? According to this statement, if you go to participate together, you can only be a humanoid GPS to tell you the direction."

The port mafia killer was upset: "But I am very good at physical skills, and I am a mafia who can hold hot weapons!"

Gojo Satoru nodded perfunctorily, and then said tactfully: "...Do you think it's possible that Tsubaki deliberately distanced himself from you because he was worried about getting you into danger?"

Fukagawa Kirei put up a question mark: "Dangerous? That's it?"

Gojo Satoru was at a loss for words, and it was difficult to analyze whether it was the little girl who was young and ignorant or whether she really thought that the curse master was a waste snack.

The first-level curse master who was counter-killed by Fukagawa Kirei last time is not a simple character. His curse spirit also has two brushes, but Fukagawa Kirei hangs too much, so I feel that there is no one who can fight.

But the conjurers didn't know that the descendant of the exorcist of the Gen family didn't explain who defeated the curse master. Everyone defaulted that it was Yuanhui who took care of this big trouble and protected Fukagawa Kirei.

——It happened that Fukagawa Kirei didn't want others to know how ruthless he was.

"Curse and supernatural power system are different, right?"

"But I can see a little bit of the curse! And it's been getting clearer lately."

"Oh! Is it still progressive?"

So the two started chatting about spells and curse masters without being on the same channel. Seeing the private chat time getting longer and longer, Gojo Satoru took out his phone.

The strongest conjurer felt that chatting with Fukagawa Kirei was quite pleasant, after all, who doesn't like someone who is good at flattering and doesn't appear exaggerated.

"Well, if you can't get in touch with Ji then call me and I'll help you."

Fukagawa Kirei quickly added the assist's contact information.

Gojo Satoru said: "By the way, if you feel powerless against the curse master, remember to call. If I'm nearby, I can still catch people. If I'm far away, I'll see you in heaven."

Fukagawa Kirei nodded.

He stretched and stood up first: "Well, let's go, there are other things you can contact by phone."

Gojo Satoru sent her to the gate of the campus. The four first-year students of the high school hadn't returned yet, and Ichichi hadn't released the information about getting out of the tent safely. Gojo Satoru's sunglasses covered her eyes tightly, and Fukagawa Kirei didn't see His little expression.

Fukagawa Kirei stood at the door of the high school and looked around, feeling a little disappointed.

"Haven't they come back yet? Isn't it a little long?"

Gojo Satoru acted as if he didn't hear Fukagawa Kirei's words, he lowered his head and narrowed his eyes: "I can't see clearly with sunglasses on, let me see where it is——Nemori Town, not far from here."

Fukagawa Kirei blinked.

Gojo Satoru put away his mobile phone: "Conjurers often do this, if you want to continue to pursue Thorn, you have to get used to it."

Fukagawa Kirei secretly wrote down the address, and the taxi she called had already arrived, she got in the car and replied seriously: "If Goumaki-kun promises me, I will do my best to keep him from any danger. "

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment: "Wow ww is a big talk for female middle school students, but it's good to have this kind of heart."

Fukagawa Kirei: It's hard to explain to you, but I'm definitely a bad guy.

"But you have to be prepared to be rejected by Thorn. Although the child is usually gentle, he is very tough in some aspects, especially when it comes to certain things."

Ever since the spell master began to use rice balls as the medium of his own words, he had already shown his determination not to harm outsiders.

The mature Wujo Wu teacher warned in advance: "If you are rejected, you can't make extreme actions, I will stop you."

Fukagawa Kirei: "Oh!"

She closed the car window, watched the 1.9-meter-long conjurer walk into the campus with his hands in his pockets, and said something to the driver.

"Master, please drive me to Ningsheng Town!"

The task of eradicating the curse has been going on for so long, and there is no safe message to send back, maybe there is some trouble.

Fukagawa Kirei watched the school gate of the Conjuration College gradually shrink in the rearview mirror, denying that he just wanted to make up for the lack of selfishness.

——Sneaking over to help out or something, shouldn’t it be a big problem?