Goujin has something to say

When the dog Juanji returned to the high school, it was already past dinner time.

The location of the college itself is remote, and there are not many lights on the road when night falls, only the incandescent lamp at the school gate illuminates the road ahead, and Yidizhi only sends them to the gate.

The first graders all kept silent. They had consumed a lot of energy today and urgently needed food to supplement them.

The panda helped to carry the heavy magic tools, Chanyuan Maki wiped her glasses while walking, her brows were furrowed: "...I still feel a little strange."

The first-level spell spirit they encountered today is not very aggressive, but it is very good at concealment and changing the terrain. The tent is like a labyrinth, so it is difficult to catch its trace.

The young conjurers were undoubtedly in trouble, and the labyrinth was absorbing the conjurer's spell power, waiting to weaken them and catch them all-but at some point, the curse that seemed to be playing with prey Screaming spontaneous combustion.

"At that time, I didn't feel the fluctuation of the spell power..." Yi Gu Youtai thought for a while, and he glanced at the dog Juanji who was walking in front of him in a hurry: "Anyway, go and report the situation to the principal first."

Gojo Satoru, who rarely came out to greet him, did not participate in their communication, and looked at a spellcaster who was looking around, apparently absent-minded.

"There's no need to look for it, it's already gone back."

The movement of the dog curly spine froze, and then he turned his face away and tried to hide his gaffe.

Gojo Satoru grinned and made a "you know what I'm talking about" gesture, and then patted the dog on the shoulder.

"Let's go and report first," Chanyuan Maki complained when passing by, "Wu, your expression is really disgusting."

Teacher Gojo Satoru, who was connoted, didn't feel offended. After all, he was his student. In some respects, this genius conjurer still had a high tolerance.

Goujuanji got the exact answer, and concealed the sense of loss in his heart. It is not up to the magic speller to report the task, so the panda and him are left here to face Wujo Wu.

The expression of the strongest magician in human beings is too meaningful, which makes the dog curly spine feel like a thorn in his back.

"Speaking of which, Thorn, I just chatted with little Kirei for a while."

The dog curly spine instantly became more nervous: "Mentaizi!"

...Why did Fukagawa Kirei's name change from Fukagawa-san to Little Kirei after only a few hours of missions?

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I didn't do anything to her~"

The dog curly thorn showed a distrustful look: "Salmon roe!"

The panda conscientiously took on the role of translator: "Jiwen, you didn't ask any strange questions, did you?"

Even Wujo Satoru can't understand the relationship between contemporary young people who can't give up each other, but the relationship stays at this level.

"No - but little Kirei asked a lot about what Thorn likes."

The dog rolled its eyes.

"However... After all, her identity is the Yokohama Mafia, and she needs to investigate a little bit. It's not a problem, and the conjurer is not an ordinary person."

Gojo Satoru said something like "I agree with this marriage".

The strongest conjurer explained a few more sentences: "By the way, there are some assignments of curse masters that need your help, and the matter of the curse spirits will be handed over to Yuta and Maki. ... But before that, you go back Eat and rest."

Seeing his student turn and leave, Gojo Gojo ticked off his sunglasses.

If these two meet in front of the Curse Master, I don't know what will happen.

……

Fukagawa Kirei has always been an actionist.

In fact, when he was intercepted by the curse master before, Fukagawa Kirei thought about whether to wipe out this group of guys who coveted the curse master (mainly dog ​​curly spines), but for various reasons, this idea was postponed .

After checking all the defense loopholes in Vongola's Tokyo Metropolitan Base, Fukagawa Kirei's mission came to a perfect conclusion. She took the initiative to ask Sawada Tsunayoshi for information about the Curser.

"Please Judaime, this is really important to me!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't really want to give it to her at first, and the gentle leader was a little worried: "Kirei, you can entrust us with the matter about the curse master, and it has been negotiated with the curse master."

Fukagawa Kirei shook her head, she looked a little decadent, but it was much better than the day when the confession was rejected: "That speed is too slow, I want to proceed simultaneously with you."

In addition to the curse master, the conjurer also has the curse spirit that broke out in summer to deal with.

As for Sawada Tsunayoshi, although he has the name of "Mafia" like the Port Mafia, Italy's Pengelie has to be a little restrained in his actions in Japan.

After all, they occupy a certain share in Japan's black and white roads, and recklessly harvesting human lives may suffer some negative effects.

But Fukagawa Kirei is different, her supernatural ability can disguise unnatural death as natural death, and one can hit ten.

There are few cursers in the first place, who knows how many lives will be saved by solving these cursers earlier.

...not to mention the lack of dog roll spines!

"Don't worry about me! I'm strong!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was still not at ease, but couldn't bear Fukagawa Kirei's insistence. Vongola Judai knew that even if he didn't give it to her, the girl would try her best to get the information, so he just gave Fukagawa Kirei what she wanted. After she left, he took a back route.

Vongola Judaime euphemistically told Fukagawa Kirei's guardian Mori Ogai about this matter.

It was not Chief Mori who answered the phone, but a younger, somewhat frivolous voice.

"We're going to deal with the curse master together...is that so?" After hearing about Fukagawa Kirei's purpose, the voice smiled: "I will inform Mr. Mori, thank you Judaime."

Tsunayoshi Sawada put down the phone, and Takeshi Yamamoto, who was listening, folded his arms and leaned against the wall next to him: "She will be angry."

Sawada Tsunayoshi said helplessly: "But we can't stop her, this is a helpless move."

The degree of Fukagawa Kirei's insistence on the dog curly thorn is obvious to all, not to mention that part of the curser's goal is her bottom line, and she herself has a very low favorability for the curser.

Vengley's people received the leader's order to speed up the cleanup of the curse masters, but most of them deprived them of their ability to move, and then contacted the curse masters to deal with it.

As for Fukagawa Kirei... She asked for a week of vacation in a row, and explained the reason to the student council president, since Yuanhui himself often asked for leave for exorcising demons, so it was very handy to do this kind of thing.

Then it is to find someone, block, and kill.

For several days in a row, the panic-stricken people turned into curse masters.

The information Sawada Tsunayoshi gave to Fukagawa Kirei has about 20 people, basically all of them are curse masters with a second-level rating or above. ambush.

The whole house became the prey of the curse spirit, Fukagawa Kirei looked at the circle of curse masters who were continuously supplying curse power around him, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Would the five people look down on me too much?" She stepped on the roof, her golden eyes piercing coldly: "Have you thought about your last words?"

The curser below sneered: "A brat who only speaks hard."

The tent they set up to isolate themselves from the outside world is restricted in that people inside cannot leave, but outsiders can enter, and the curse that traps Fukagawa Kirei will not disappear as long as there are living creatures supplying the curse power.

The curse masters are all lunatics, and they don't mind spending a huge price to eliminate this stinky brat who has caused them a lot of trouble.

Fukagawa Kirei lowered his eyes, his vomit-colored soul was wrapped in black flames, and the flames invisible to human naked eyes were burning fiercely.

In the air under her feet, the mass of black soul swelled and twisted, looking like it was about to lose control, but it still lightly touched her.

[Soul Fireworks] is invincible to living creatures, except Osamu Dazai.

The five curse masters and the curse associated with them were killed on the spot, Fukagawa Kirei let out a foul breath slowly.

It's raining.

When the dog curly thorn arrived, the tent was still maintained, and the magician did not hold an umbrella. After controlling the surrounding magicians, he quickly asked the auxiliary supervisor to pull out the fixed point of the tent, while he ran towards the inside of the tent. go.

The curse master prepared the worst plan, no one survived in the tent, and faced the unknown curse spirit or curse master by himself.

——The dog curly spine didn't know that Fukagawa Kirei was in the tent.

He could feel the strong spell remaining in the air, but he couldn't sense the presence of the curse spirit or the curser.

The spellcaster could only maintain [-]% vigilance, searching for traces of people in the huge tent.

...until I saw a young girl sitting on a certain step in a daze.

She didn't hold an umbrella, and stared blankly at a small piece of ground in front of her. The rain didn't feel pity for her alone, and Fukagawa Kirei was drenched like a dog drowning in water.

Gou Juanji's pupils trembled, and he stopped.

"Dried bonito...?"

Hearing the voice, Fukagawa Kirei rubbed his eyes, wiped away some of the mist in front of his eyes, then raised his head, and blinked blankly: "Koumaki-kun?"

Her vision was still empty.

The dog curly spine took a few steps forward.

Amidst the sound of rain falling on the ground, the young man heard Fukagawa Kirei's thoughts: "It must be because I haven't seen Inumaki-kun for a long time that I have hallucinations."

Tomoki was stunned for a moment, feeling that Fukagawa Kirei's state was not quite right—or, to put it another way, it was very strange to meet her in a place where cursers were supposed to gather.

"Forget it." The black-haired girl got up and walked forward, her boots stepped on the puddles on the ground and splashed water: "Even if it's an illusion, please let me lean on—"

Fukagawa Kirei was a little eager for success in the matter of arresting the Curse Master, and he had just recovered from a cold before, and under the double offensive of high workload and bad weather, he succeeded.

Gou Maki Thorny Eye quickly supported Fukagawa Kirei who fell forward.

The current time is twelve o'clock in the evening, and the curse master's foothold is remote. Whether it is from the High School of Cursecraft or the Seagull Academy, it will take at least three hours by car.

Goujuji felt the abnormal body temperature on the girl's body, Fukagawa Kirei put his arms around his neck, pressed half of his body against him, and rubbed the boy's neck coquettishly.

Her body was completely outlined by the rain-soaked clothes, and the dog curly felt the ice of the rain and the heat of the body at the same time.

The spellcaster stiffly didn't know where to put his hands, and finally chose his waist.

...should, what should I do?