no worldly appeal

This is an empty lecture hall, but the lighting on all sides is soft and dim, not like a conference room, but like a movie hall.

As the heavy door was pushed open, the crowd in formal attire entered one after another, divided into two factions and sat in their old seats facing each other.

They were still whispering and whispering when they walked in, and the voice seemed to grow louder when they sat down.

This sound continued until the high-level executives of the Conjuration Director's Association walked to their original positions with sullen faces, stood there and looked up, and then lowered a little.

The most central position, of course, generally belongs to the senior citizens at the top.After all, they have to control the order and control the speech, and only the center table is the focus of the audience.

In a sense, even the Yusanjia family has no real authority to sit here.

But now things have changed.

The transparent box hanging on the top, one side is covered with densely sealed yellow paper, and the things that can curb the curse are stacked on the outside layer after layer, and the accumulation spreads to the nearby ceiling, almost squeezing the upper layer. full.

Two chains protruded from the hole reserved in the translucent box, tied underneath, like some kind of security measure.

Yes, security measures.

The focus of today's debate between the two factions - conservatives and moderates - is also here.

Is it possible to allow a super magic spirit to participate in this mission as a magician?

In other words, do you want to accept her exchange of interests and promote the equipment of related spells in the spell world?

The woman lying in the box seemed to be in her early twenties, leaning lazily in the corner, with a blanket wrapped around her body, as if she was sleeping inside.

She has a soft face, white hair mixed with gold hangs on her shoulders, and she is wearing a simple sweater and jeans. Compared with other people present, she looks like an ordinary fresh graduate who is just entering the workplace.

It doesn't look like the legendary super humanoid curse spirit at all.

The conjurer who accidentally caught a glimpse of her took a low breath, and then withdrew his gaze in the next second as if he was afraid that the other party would find out.

Kusano Hanari, the first-class conjurer thousands of years ago, the last generation of Kusano Patriarch recorded in the dossier, the conjurer affiliated to the Gojo family, is also a distant relative of Lord Tianyuan who supported the hiding barrier.

Such a guy has now become the leader of a group of super curse spirits. He has also resurrected the super curse master Xia Youjie, gathered many other curse masters, and holds the secret of turning an untalented person into a curse master.

The identity is complicated, there are too many involved, and the benefits she brings are too deceptive.

If not, she would have been exorcised on the spot by the guards outside before she stepped into this conference room full of conjurers and assistant supervisors.

But the fact is that even though she is extremely dangerous and extremely unstable, Cao Yehuali came in.

as the most exclusive guest.

Moreover, no one dared to wake her up, even though the meeting was about to start.

Surprisingly, the senior executives stared at her as if expecting her to wake up.

After staying under the box for a long time, the person in the lead opened the chair with a worried expression and sat down.

The other senior executives who followed him also took their seats.

"This bunch of scum." Jia Ruozi sat in the middle seat, holding a cigarette between his fingers, as if trying to soothe his emotions, "He dare not even say a serious word."

How long has it been since these scumbags went to exorcise the curse spirit by themselves?Can't even call someone?

The night moth beside her patted her on the back reassuringly, but said nothing.

He also frowned, still maintaining a neutral attitude towards the current situation.

Because of the cowering behavior of the top management, the atmosphere at the beginning of the meeting was a little sluggish.

With a gesture from the host, the quarrel contest officially opened.

In the beginning, the two sides still maintained their normal volume (and even lowered it on purpose), until one of the most extreme conjurers stood up and accused the moderates of betraying mankind, and then ignited the audience.

In the end, the two parties didn't care about the volume at all, scolded each other, and even began to pick each other's details.

Trapped in the glass box, Kuano Huali woke up at some point, leaning against the wooden board, yawning lazily.

The whole box was sealed with yellow paper, which had no effect other than making her sleepy.

She looked sleepily at the people below who were arguing.As a group of radicals stood up and spat at the moderates, an orange-yellow unknown object rushed out from the corner and smashed towards the leader.

It happened very suddenly. Since there were people in the front, back, left, and right, and the rushing object was so fast, the guy who was hit didn't even have a chance to dodge.

When Kusano Huali looked over to the side where the things were thrown, she could only catch a glimpse of the white hair for a moment.

She unconsciously raised her eyebrows and smiled.

The juicy oranges left a sticky mess on the face, and the sour taste permeated the closed space instantly, making the old orange-peel face of the conservative leader glow with a new brilliance...and sour Sweet and savory smell.

Leyan Temple Jiashen was stunned, and then he was furious, "Who is it?"

Then he took another orange.

The moderates on the opposite side couldn't hold back, and almost everyone burst out laughing.

The two parties continued to quarrel, and oranges were smashed out from the corner from time to time, like easter eggs to sober up those who were too much.

Kusano Huali was not very interested in the verbal disputes between these people.But because of the occasional flying oranges aroused a little interest.

She guessed who was throwing the oranges, so when the two parties stood up again and were about to start arguing, she completely forgot that she was in the center to command, "Throw it over there!"

Just now a guy over there called her "you might as well die early".

After the words fell, both parties looked at her in unison.

Grass pear?Ah, embarrassing.

The senior executives of the curse world below her looked at each other, and the leader was furious, "Gojo Satoru, you really colluded with the curse!"

Then he also got an orange in the face.

Gojo Satoru, who came in from the back, probably deliberately picked a rotten orange that smelled bad, with a sour stink.

He still held a few small oranges between his fingers, and said with a smile in his tone, "I'm sorry, but it's really interesting."

The leader said aggressively, "You still say no! Are you venting your anger on her? As expected of the Wutiao family, even the dog raised thousands of years ago obeyed you... Ha, do you want to control the entire magic world?"

His presence was as startling as the space vacated by his bad smell.

Gojo Satoru shook his finger, "No, I'm venting my anger on myself."

He leisurely walked to his seat in front, handing out the oranges, "Gifts to everyone, no thanks!"

Yarui, who was handed the orange, silently pushed the round orange-yellow fruit away, and the singer on the other side of her glared at Gojo Satoru.

An orange that was thrown just brushed her hair - this guy is really messed up.

"Answer our question head-on." A dry voice came from the senior management, "Gojo Satoru, is it true that you colluded with the super magic spirit?"

"I didn't collude with him." Kusano Huali thought for a while, and decided to interject to clarify for herself, "And even if I wanted to, Gojo Satoru wouldn't listen to me."

Talking as if she could control Gojo Satoru, that's too much to think about.

Gojo Satoru laughed, and commented leisurely, "It makes sense."

"Pay attention to your attitude, Gojo Satoru!" The senior executive seemed not to have heard Kusano Hanari's words at all, "Do you still remember where this is?"

"I know." Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head and said leisurely, "So, do you have any constructive opinions on the Yokohama incident?"

There was a little smile in his voice, "My time is very precious."

"Probably not." Kusano Huali said, "They have been discussing whether to cooperate with me."

She also changed into a comfortable position, and put the blanket behind her, "Then they were arguing."

In a sense, this gesture can be regarded as contempt out of ten.

However, it was probably because of her cozy attitude that she gave these people the wrong hint, and there was another rustling sound from the crowd below on the other side.

After whispering for a while, the conservatives finally pushed out someone.

The man didn't look young, leaning on crutches, the flesh on his face seemed to have disappeared, leaving only wrinkled skin stretched over the skeleton.

He said arrogantly in a hoarse and forceful tone, "Caoye Huali, you exist in the world as a curse spirit, and the magician is ashamed of you! If you are willing to kill yourself and apologize, we are willing to keep your—"

Kusano Huali interrupted him in surprise, "Wow, in what capacity are you guys saying this in front of me?"

She repeated it, and thought it was a bit ridiculous, "You don't really think that I will listen to you, do you? Wake up, I'm a super magic spirit."

Let's take a little tougher approach to ensure that her patience can be used where it should be used.

She lightly moved her fettered feet, black magic power was quickly entwined around the heavy shackles, and she climbed down along the chains.

Then it spread unscrupulously in the room.

The huge room suddenly became gloomy and cold, and many people clenched their magic tools tightly, wary of Cao Yehuali's sudden attack.

They seem to have realized only now that Caoyehuali is a cold and unscrupulous curse spirit.

A curse spirit that retains human sanity and gathers negative magic power.

Gojo Satoru smiled in surprise, leaned back, and stopped talking.

The conference room fell into silence again, and everyone present seemed to hold their breath.

For a moment, there seemed to be only the slight humming sound from the aftershock of the chains reverberating in the room.

Kusano Huali shrugged, and said naturally as if she didn't care what they thought at all, "It's much cooler and quieter now."

She knocked on the chain and made a clear trembling sound, "Okay, let's talk about something meaningful."

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