no worldly appeal

After going through a series of security checks, Kusano Hanari followed Gojo Satoru and boarded the first-class cabin of the plane.

Her face was a little dazed and excited, and she was in a floating state.

To be honest, as far as real old antiques are concerned, Kusano Huali has never been on a plane.

When she went to Kyoto before, she took the Shinkansen for more than two hours, and even played a dozen rounds of Tetris with real people.

Everything on the plane was brand new to her.

Before Gojo Satoru could speak, Kusano Huali consciously sat in the seat by the window, pulled up the board used to block the light, and focused on looking at the outside airport.

"Wow." Kuano Huali sighed, "It's so empty."

It feels like no one is there, but you can barely see other planes through the gaps.Very powerful ah.

Her arms were so close to the window frame that she almost pressed her face against the window, like a cat touching the glass and trying to look out.

The hat on his head was even tilted a little because of this action, revealing a few strands of light white hair tied on top of his head.

Gojo Satoru, who was sitting behind her, couldn't help but let out a low laugh, as if he was in a good mood.

"Haven't you ever been on a plane?" He asked, and rolled up his cuffs a little by the way, revealing his lean and powerful forearms.

Because of the enchantment in Yokohama, after communicating with Mafia, the port on the other side, Gojo Satoru still chose to go there with Kusano Huali through the normal way.

In recent years, the situation is not good, and there are few flights, so even if you have money, you can’t buy first-class and business-class seats... It’s not because there are people robbing, but because the flights to Yokohama are not equipped.

"It's impossible to take a ride before." Kuano Huali said honestly, "Usually you can get there by walking, but in fact, you don't even take a car..."

And she likes squatting in the room very much, going out is either the subway or the bus, and it seems that there are not many occasions where she can take the plane.

Thinking about it this way, the title of the leader of the spell spirit is really worthless.

After just chatting a few words, the flight attendant in a uniform came over from the other side, and began to read the precautions and how to fasten seat belts to everyone with a smile on her face.

His gestures are graceful, his manners are dignified, and he looks completely mature.

Kusano Huali, who was attracted, immediately stopped talking, and looked at this group of beautiful and professional young ladies with shining eyes, so well-behaved that she couldn't see the way she was chatting and laughing with a group of high-level conjurers before.

The window she had just pulled up had a layer of light gold sprinkled inwards, falling into her right eye, and a layer of brilliant gold leaf was sprinkled into the flowing translucent red.

Gojo Satoru could almost see that she was writing "Wow" and "Amazing" and "Awesome" words in her heart, no need to guess, it was all written on her face.

Just now, he was still seriously commenting "Yuta is different from the super-class conjurer who imagined that he is very fierce"...it's kind of cute.

After the flight attendants left to the back cabin, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed his eyes, and took out the dessert stuffed in Kusano pear bag.

"Speaking of it." He acted confidently as if he hadn't put any weight on Caoyehuali before, "What would Xiaohuali want to drink?"

Kusano Huali: "Huh?"

After fastening the seat belt according to the flight attendant's method, she turned her attention to the outside scenery, and now she turned her head and said in confusion, "Is there any drink?"

"Milk, orange juice, Sprite, water..." Gojo Wu said smoothly, "But there should be no wine. Do Xiaohuali want to drink?"

His long legs overlapped in a small space, as if he was curled up in a small corner.But the tight muscle lines can be seen through the casual pants.

"Don't do it for now." Kusano Huali said, and couldn't help but glance at Gojo Satoru, "You are suddenly so kind, I always feel that something is not right."

"What?" Gojo Satoru protested, "I'm the most handsome and kind-hearted teacher in the magic world, the most hot and spicy teacher, the one who is well received by students. I didn't expect Huali to think of me so much, so sad—"

He lay down comfortably against the back of the chair, "It really makes me sad!"

Huali Kusano: "The so-called unanimous praise from the students must have been coerced and lured!"

She knew that this guy had the habit of asking students to bring him desserts after completing missions.

"Hey, what a bad review." Gojo Satoru said lazily, "It's not that bad."

He waved his hand, "Okay, the teacher is going to sleep, Xiaohuali, don't talk for now—"

Kusano Huali nodded before realizing a problem.

"Wait a minute, why do you call yourself a teacher in front of me?" She couldn't help asking, "I'm not your student!"

"Almost." Wujo Satoru said perfunctorily, leaning on the back of the chair, "Isn't he a few years younger? Students in the fourth grade of junior high school should also call me Teacher Wujo."

He seemed to be asleep, his voice gradually lowered, and finally disappeared gradually.

Kusano Huali turned this sentence around in her mind for a few times before realizing that the standard age for the first grade of the junior college is 16 years old.

So, shouldn't the fourth grade of the junior high school be 19 years old? It is indeed not much different from 20 years old... But what does it have to do with her!

Kusano Huali, who found himself being led astray, reacted, and was about to reason with Wujo Wu, but found that the other party seemed to be fast asleep.

Holding back her breath, she thought for a long time and didn't know how to vent it. She simply put aside this matter and lay down on the window to look out the window.

Probably because it has already taken off, the scenery outside the window is completely different from the original one.

Cao Yehuali can see the green of the farmland, the shrunken version of the house and the river, and the sky that is getting closer and closer.

Although she has accepted the fact that she has become a curse spirit and mixed with a group of nature curse spirits, this is the first time she has approached the sky like this.

The plane rose steadily, and soon flew to the clouds, surrounded by cotton candy-like clouds, which looked very cute.

Kusano Huali let out a cautious wow, feeling quite novel.

She touched her pocket, grabbed a candy, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into her mouth, continuing to look at the endless clouds.

Probably because even seeing too many beautiful things will make you sleepy, Kusano Huali fell asleep in a daze in this position.

When she woke up again, she found that she had already leaned on a chair, with a thin blanket covering her legs, and the seat beside her was empty.

Kusano Huali: ... She must have overslept, right?

She looked around extremely nervously, only to find Gojo Gojo swaying back leisurely from behind.

"Little Huali is awake." Wujo Wu said naturally, "How is your sleep?"

He sat back on his seat and tapped his knee, "It'll be there soon."

"It's okay." Kusano Huali replied a little confused.

She paused before asking, "Are you going to Yokohama?" So soon?

"Yeah, the plane is really fast." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and rubbed Kusano Hanari's hair that was messy because of sleeping, "Get used to it sooner."

There was still a little smile in his voice, and his actions were no different from coaxing a child, "This will not happen less in the future."

Kusano Huali: "Which one are you used to? Did you rub your hair?"

Her expressionless complaint seemed to provoke Gojo Satoru to look at her thoughtfully again.

"Well, it's all." He said with a smile.

Kusano Huali glanced at him and moved his hand away.

"Don't think that you can talk casually just because you are the strongest." She said without confidence, "Otherwise I will—"

"Curse all desserts?" Gojo Satoru answered lazily.

Kusano Huali choked on this obviously teasing remark, so she could only give Gojo Satoru a hard look.

Fortunately, she will arrive in Yokohama soon, and she no longer chats with this guy, but just leans against the window in a daze.

The window that was pulled down by an unknown person while sleeping was pushed up again. The closer to Yokohama, the more Hana Kusano could feel that indescribable feeling.

Logically speaking, in a situation like what Ronso said, the whole of Yokohama should be surrounded by the mantra accumulated by ordinary people.But what she felt was a completely different kind of "cleanness".

It looked like it had been washed and cleaned, but there was something slightly wrong.

"Did you feel it?" Kusano Huali asked.

"Yeah." Gojo Wujo responded, "It's getting interesting."

He pushed his slipped glasses, and said to himself, "It's quite interesting."

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As the crowd got off the plane, led by Ango Sakaguchi, Kusano Hana and Gojo Satoru followed him to the so-called "arranged place".

She thought she was going to be treated to dinner, but she didn't realize that something was wrong until she got out of the gate of the airport.

Even though there was only a pure black car in front of him, it made Kuano Huali feel uncomfortable all over.

It seemed to be targeted by many people at the same time, and it seemed to be suddenly attacked by someone hiding below as long as there was an accident.

Gojo Satoru opened the car door without realizing it, and sat in the back row first.

Seeing that Kusano Huali was in a daze, he waved at her, "Get in the car. Why don't you get in the car?"

Huali Kusano: "..." Because there is a difference between the feeling and the imagined scene of "come to help and receive a great welcome".

But she couldn't say it directly, so she just pretended to be stupid like Gojo Satoru and got into the car.

"Let's go to the headquarters first." After she sat in, Ango Sakaguchi, the co-pilot, said, "The leader wants to meet the two of you, and then others will take you to the arranged place for accommodation."

He seemed to be feeling uncomfortable in his throat and coughed, "Please don't worry too much."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the back seat and seemed to be asleep, while Kusano Huali chose not to answer.

She observed the street outside through the window, the people in a hurry and the almost unconcealed sense of overlapping of old and new revealed the uniqueness of this city.

She watched for a long time until the surrounding scenery changed, and finally stopped in front of a tall building.

"Here we are." Sakaguchi Ango said.

He got out of the car first, then waited on the side, and took them inside after Gojo Satoru and Kusano Huali got off the car.

The brand-new buildings and strict security measures all reveal the powerful strength of the local local snakes.

Going up layer by layer, until the last level, a red dot lights up under the camera in the elevator.

"Thank you, Ango." A voice came from inside, "Go and rest."

"Yes, leader." Sakaguchi Ango seemed to want to say something, but still nodded.

The elevator door opened, and he signaled Kusano Huali and Gojo Satoru to go out, while he waited in the elevator for the door to close again.

Now there was only a deep corridor in front of him, completely dark, and at the end of it was a room with an open door.

Kusano Huali and Gojo Satoru looked at each other, and before they had time to communicate, Gojo Satoru walked in.

As he moved forward, the dim light came on, and it looked as white as an operating table in a hospital.

Kusano Huali also pursed her lips tightly, and followed Wujo Wu without saying a word.

She looked around vigilantly, the magic power around her spread and touched everything in the room, bypassing the people sitting behind the long table, but stopped suddenly near the innermost corner.

Gojo Satoru also stopped.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" He asked a little bluntly, and by the way raised his hand to grab Cao Yehuali, who was still going forward in a daze, and pulled her back, which was a gesture of protection.

Only then did Kusano Huali stop, but she still frowned and looked around the corner inquiringly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The man sitting at the end of the table with his hands folded smiled and said, "Welcome to Yokohama, Ms. Kusano, Mr. Gojo."

His chair slowly turned around, his scattered black hair fell on his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, but there was a sense of unspoken oppression, "In Shimomori Ogai, he is currently serving as the leader of the port mafia."

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