The Inquisitor's Conjurer Mr.

She met the real person again.

The sky is still drizzling, but the weather does not look gloomy. The light and shadow cast from the branches reveal bright colors, which are reflected in the amber pupils, reflecting the same gentle light.

Holding an umbrella, she went to the florist at the corner of the street to buy a bouquet of fresh flowers and went back to decorate the dessert house. This was almost her daily habit.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, he would meet the mantra, the real man, whom he hadn't seen for many days.

The young man was curled up by the side of the road, his long hair was scattered on the ground in a mess, his clothes were messy, like a homeless wanderer, and there was a strange sense of fragility on Mi Li's face.

The umbrella in her hand moved towards the place where the young man was lying. She squatted down and stared at his face with a soft light in her eyes: "Mr. Zhenren, are you okay?"

The other party didn't respond to him right away, but just hugged himself a little tighter, looking as if he was immersed in great sadness.

"It's just that I met a magician. As expected, no matter how hard I try, I'm not worthy of living in this world."

He hugged himself tightly, muttering to himself.

Fuyukawa Yuki was a little dazed, remembering how many times he met the real person and said the same thing.

Is the curse born of human malice really as fragile and harmless as he appears?

Fuyukawa stared at the real person quietly, his rain-drenched hair stuck to his face, his eyes were loose, and the strange stitching strips on his face formed a decadent and fragile beauty on his face, which was very provocative grudge.

Anyone who sees it will have a thought of 'Oh, how pitiful, can I help him', not to mention that the real person has such a handsome face.

"Is it a conjurer?" She thought of the man who looked good-tempered with the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

"Those conjurers take pleasure in slaughtering curse spirits. Even if I have done nothing, as long as I am a curse spirit, I will not hesitate to perform exorcism rituals on curse spirits." Zhenren thought that Fuyukawa hadn't understood about curse spirits yet. Everything in the art world smeared the conjurer in words.

"I have a very good friend who is a curse spirit named Lehu, who was brutally killed by a magician last night..." He paused, put his hands on his head, and said in a voice full of pain: Before he died, my friend Leuhu was kicked around like a ball by the guy who called him the strongest mantra, obviously he was so kind..."

Fuyukawa leaned forward slightly, listening to the real person quietly, he seemed to be immersed in the grief of losing his friend, his eyes were lowered all the time, and there was a vivid sadness on his face.

Are the emotions of mantra spirits so abundant?A delicate emotion welled up in her heart.

"So, Mr. Zhenren, would you like to come to my dessert house for a while and have a cup of coffee?" She smiled gently, her eyes bright.

The swordsmen have always been very curious about this Mr. Cursing Spirit, and this meeting just happened to allow them to meet each other.

Zhenren's mind was spinning rapidly. A good person like Ms. Dongchuan, even if there is a shikigami by her side, will choose to believe him only if she overcomes her defense.

What's more, he is also very curious about those shikigami. If the kind of existence that does not belong to the human category can be used for curses, it may greatly change the confrontation between the magician and the curse spirit.

"Is it possible?" Daoist seemed a little hesitant, "You won't cause trouble to Ms. Dongchuan, will you?"

Fuyukawa smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Tsurumaru! Come!"

In the distance, Qingguang saw his master walking side by side with a handsome suture-faced monster, and he excitedly shouted at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, "That person must be Green Tea Master."

"Oh—" Hearing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga also ran over, and his eyes fell on the two people who were getting closer, "This is really a big shock!"

With the same annoying aura as that of the Time Traveling Army, Tsurumaru Kuninaga narrowed his eyes, with a sharp look in his eyes.

"That guy must have bad intentions!" California Qingguang said.

"Sure enough, I still..."

The real person who had already walked to the door paused when he heard this, with a sad expression on his face, "Let's not bother you."

California Qingguang despised the green tea act of stitching up the strange face in his heart, but he showed a friendly smile on his face, "Even if you say so, you are still here. It's not cute anymore."

He came to Fuyukawa Yuki, called his master sweetly, and calmly separated the distance between his master and the curse spirit.

The black-haired, red-eyed young man had a cute smile on his face, and he looked at the young lady with infinite...love. I don't know if the word love is correct or not, but their relationship is indeed very close.

How strange!Obviously not human, but can have such a deep relationship with humans!

Masato is more interested in Fuyukawa Yuki and the shikigami around her, even though her shikigami is not very friendly towards him.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyebrows with interest, "The master seems to have brought back an unexpected guest."

The white-haired young man smiled elegantly, but his gaze on the real man was as sharp as a blade, with awe-inspiring pressure.

Obviously, Fuyukawa Yuki's shikigami are not easy to fool, and these two shikigami are different from the blond man he met that day. Does this mean that she has at least three shikigami?

If they fight, will it be an exciting experience?

Besides…

The real person's eyes fell on Fuyukawa Yuki. She was talking to the black-haired and red-eyed young man, smiling with the corners of her mouth bent. She looked very beautiful, but also very fragile.

As long as you stretch out a hand, you can touch her delicate neck, wring it off, and warm blood gushes out.

"Really, it's a curse spirit."

She explained to her shikigami in this way, and after her eyes met her own, she showed a very soft smile.

Her eyes are too clear, and a few times the real person even had the feeling of 'she must know I'm lying to her'.

No, how is it possible?

Would anyone really allow him to approach after knowing his true nature?

"Curse spirits." Tsurumaru Kuninaga spoke, and the corners of his mouth curled into a shallow arc, "In our era, the curse spirits were a group of guys who deserved to be exorcised!"

After Kiyomitsu pulled the master away, Tsurumaru Kuninaga said so while looking at Masato with a smile.

"Our era?" Is it as powerful as the two-faced Su Nuo?The real person was slightly shocked.

"Curious, aren't you?" Tsurumaru stared at him with a smile and said, after the other party nodded, he said lightly, "Sorry, I don't have the obligation to satisfy your curiosity."

"..." is very annoying.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga folded his arms, took a leisurely look at the other party's bad face, and curled the corners of his mouth happily.

When Tsurumaru was talking with Masato, Fuyukawa Yuki was making a cup of hand-ground coffee, and California Kiyomitsu was by her side.

"Master, why did you bring that face-sliced ​​monster back today?"

"Isn't this what you said before, Qingguang? You said that next time you meet a real person, please be sure to take you with you. This time, you happened to meet him on the road, so you brought him back." Grinding the coffee beans into powder, Dongchuan looked at Qingguang in California explain.

"You don't think he's a really nice guy, do you?"

"Strictly speaking, real people don't belong to human beings," Fuyukawa Yuki said. Seeing Qingguang looking at her with "don't be kidding" eyes, he straightened up and said, "I just think he is a little strange, so bring him back If you observe more, maybe you can find something wrong."

"If there is no problem, it's just a simple sweets tasting session. I made delicious pudding today!" She said in a somewhat brisk tone.

"I was worried that you would be fooled by the green tea real person..." California Qingguang breathed a sigh of relief, "Obviously he is not as handsome as Mr. Tsurumaru, and his personality is not as cute as mine."

"The real person also said that last night he had a good friend named Lehu who was wiped out by the strongest evil spirit. The real person seemed very sad." Dongchuan Xing paused, "Speaking of which, the magician seems to be a group of people in the real person's mouth. What an unreasonable guy."

"But in the end, it's just a one-sided statement of the real person. It would be great if Mr. Wujo came to the dessert house today."

Fuyukawa hoped to see Mr. Gojo again today.

"The teachers are very busy, they have to watch the students from morning to night." California Qingguang said hesitantly.

"Yeah," the coffee was almost ready, and a strong coffee smell wafted from the kitchen. Fuyukawa poured the coffee into a delicate cup, and when he was about to serve it out, he was taken a step ahead by California Qingguang, "I'll go , I stayed up late last night and read a hundred ways to deal with the green tea manual."

Fuyukawa was amused by Kiyomitsu's words, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "But if I, the protagonist, are not here, aren't you short of tea?"

"That's right!" Qing Guang pouted, but quickly figured it out, "Anyway, master, you should stay away from that green tea real person, and just leave it to us."

Fortunately, Dongchuan let Qingguang go, and he sat in front, playing with the flowers he bought from the flower shop just now, and took the time to put them in the bottle and put them on the window sill.

From the window sill, you can see the street with people coming and going, so it is only natural that when Gojo Satoru strode up the steps, Fuyukawa Yuki saw him at a glance.

He was wearing a black blindfold today, Fuyukawa Yuki was a little confused about whether Mr. Gojo could see himself, and saw that the man had already passed the main entrance, walked to the window sill, and was leaning over through the low wall Looking at her, the corners of his lips curled up.

Gives a good tempered feeling.

"Good day, Mr. Gojo." Fuyukawa looked up from the petals and smiled at him.

"Hi~" He kept leaning over to look at her, raised the corners of his mouth, and his pleasant voice fell into Fuyukawa Yuki's ears, "Miss shop manager, am I the first customer today?"

"Hmm..." Fuyukawa Yuki hesitated for a moment, "I guess."

"Is there anyone who likes Miss Manager's desserts more than me?"

He folded his hands on the window sill, leaned forward, brought his face closer, and almost touched the flower with the tip of his nose.

"Miss the store manager, have you considered what I said yesterday?"

He continued to talk, with that sweet smile on his face, and his tone of voice was a bit sticky, giving people the illusion of being coquettish.

Fuyukawa looked at him with a surprised look, and began to wonder if he was a mature cat, or the evil one.

Gathering his mind, Fuyukawa Yuki said, "Actually, there is a special customer in the store, perhaps Mr. Gojo knows him."

As soon as the words fell, I suddenly heard a crisp glass sound of "bang dang" coming from inside, and then heard Qing Guang's voice floating out, "Master, that green tea real person suddenly jumped out of the window and escaped!"