See the spirit boy Gangji

He is a male youth in his 20s.

Different pupils.The right eye is gray, and the left eye is blue. The satellite is not as bright as the indigo-haired boy before. The boy's first reaction was to think of heterochromia.

In addition, the opponent's body is covered with many black sutures.Another streak crossed the face, destroying the originally pretty and handsome face, like a puppet made of countless fragments.

"Where is this place?" The weird young man with long blue hair placed his hands in front of him, and sat with a gesture of looking out, looking a bit childishly romantic and innocent, as if he was curious about this black space.

Such a natural expression would not seem disobedient if placed on a child, and it would be cute and innocent if placed on a teenager, girl, or even many age groups, but on this young man, there is only an indescribable evil. cold.

It's like something that shouldn't be there, like a doll, like anything dark, with a smile on its face.

It's like the uncanny valley effect.

"My toys have been wiped out, and there is not even ashes left. It's so miserable and too much." The young man said in a complaining tone, but the smile on his face did not change at all.

He stood barefoot in the abyss, looked at the brown-haired boy who was facing him, pointed at him, and asked again:

"Is this your domain?"

"Are you... a curse spirit?" Tsunayoshi Sawada said in a declarative tone. The boy's face was expressionless. He had never seen anything that could communicate with people so freely and freely.

The moment he saw the other party, he judged that the other party was not human, but the intelligence level of this curse spirit was too high, which made Tsuna unconsciously compare it with the ones he met before.

"Yes, my name is Dazheng." Hearing the boy's question, the suture mana spirit's face seemed to twitch uncontrollably, and then a smile appeared.

"Hmm," the young man looked the boy up and down, and after looking around, he approached him: "Who are you? Curseman? Curseman?" The youthful curse spirit quickly denied himself:

"Oh no, I can't feel the magic power on you. Is there any way to hide the magic power?"

"You seem to be in the infancy of human beings, did you learn the domain at such a young age?"

"It's really amazing. Is there any special method? Can you teach me?" The real person kept talking, like a naughty boy seeing a new toy, and approached the brown-haired boy.

Tsunade stepped back a few steps.

"I really want to learn this trick." His tone was not sincere, he murmured, his eyes fixed on Sawada Tsunayoshi who didn't show any expression because of what he said.

No response?

The other party didn't seem to feel scared.The curse spirit named Daoist thought for a while. As a curse born from the hatred and fear of humans towards humans, his perception of all negative emotions can be said to be innate, and it should be infallible.

Hmm... so you don't feel threatened by your own existence?Or, do you feel that you are just a weak spell spirit who accidentally broke into the realm?

If it's the former, I feel like I've been underestimated.

Suddenly, he smiled.

The sutures are twisted together.

"Teach me—" the young man who stitched the thread rushed towards the brown-haired boy at an extremely fast speed before he finished speaking!Like a cheetah, he opened his big hand and aimed at the boy's slender and fragile neck, just like he had done countless times before.

It's as easy as breaking a bird.

"Kang-!!!"

The sound of cracking.

Gangji hesitated for a while, and finally spoke slowly with some doubts:

"You... are you all right?"

The brown-haired boy looked at the light-blue-haired man who was bounced several meters away by the reaction force.

This looks like a pain.

The curse spirit with light blue hair got up from the ground, and the bones on his body made a "cracking" sound. There was no expression of anger on his face, but he parted his lips with great interest to reveal a huge smile. ;

"Did something block me just now?"

"I haven't noticed it at all, and it's not made of magic power, is it? Otherwise, I should be able to feel it."

"By the way, your domain doesn't seem to be made of magic power. It feels quite strange. There is nothing, just a piece of darkness..." The magic spirit touched his bones, distorted by the reaction force just now. During the whole process, his eyes kept staring at the boy's face, and his eyes became salivating, as if he saw something he liked.

"I've been wanting to say it since just now..." Manu Ling swallowed involuntarily, his eyes full of greed and bloodthirsty staring at the necks of humans oozing red liquid, and he slowly spoke with a bit of intimacy. said:

"You really, really smell good..."

It was the first time for the man with the flesh|body curse spirit to feel that his body was out of control. His mouth was secreting liquid quickly, and it was almost about to flow out the moment he spoke, as if a person who had been thirsty for a long time finally saw a Wang Quanshui, a fat rabbit appeared in front of the hungry jackal... No, no, more than that, out of control, mouth, brain, these human-like organs are directly like a malfunctioning sluice gate.

He covered his mouth.

It smells good, it smells really good.He could feel it from the moment he entered this space, especially when the other party was talking to him, the scent became more intense.

He originally thought that he could hold back by diverting his attention, but he didn't expect that he would completely relax just after the distance shortened.

When the real person felt this field after the spider mantra died, according to his original thinking, he actually didn't show his malice so early.

It is more useful to win over a conjurer who has not been recorded in the file than to kill him, and he is still so young, it must not be difficult to coax him down to be a bait.

But I really didn't expect...

This fragrance, like maggots attached to the bones, penetrates directly into the brain and soul from the body.

Soul... the smell of soul, he covered his mouth, trying to bite off the root of his tongue, how could the smell of human soul be so fragrant?

The smell was so abnormal that he looked at the brown-haired boy with obsessive eyes.

Gang Ji was slightly taken aback by this undisguised gaze, and frowned unconsciously.

"The soul, the soul was born before the body..." The real person's voice became blurred because of the liquid, but he still insisted on saying something:

"The shape of all flesh | bodies will be affected by the shape of the soul, why, why...you," he swallowed the saliva that was produced continuously: "It's completely out of proportion."

Obviously, it should be more dazzling and more perfect! !His eyes swept over the other's slender arms, immature face, and some scratches on his body, and his eyes stayed on the neck for the longest time.

I can, I can fabricate his body to be more perfect! !How can such a soul be confined in such a weak human body?

If you stick to this kind of body, it's better to be eaten and wiped clean by me. If you can eat it, you can eat it... Just the thought of this kind of mantra makes the spirit almost uncontrollably excited, and I will definitely eat it dry It is clean, every drop of blood will not be wasted, every bite must be savored carefully, so that he can completely blend with himself!

A blush appeared on the suture mantra's dead white face, how delicious it must be, there are such souls in this world, or are all powerful conjurers with domains like this?

So other, Gojo Satoru, who claims to be the strongest in the magic world, is also so delicious?

"My soul has almost been seduced away by you." He said vaguely, the thread of reason was finally torn off, and he turned into a wild beast and swept towards the brown-haired boy. And up!

— eat him eat him! ! !

Gangji frowned, really couldn't bear it anymore.The way Manu Ling drooled in front of him really made people feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, and he didn't want to think at all now.

The brown-haired boy raised his hand.

There is a little golden red in the amber pupils.

At the moment when the curse spirit's sharp claws turned into flesh blades struck, a huge flame appeared out of thin air in the space!In less than a second, the suture line swept through the body of the curse spirit, and the scorching temperature that was hotter than last time directly melted the flesh|mortal body, even the soul can be instantly annihilated, when it touches the flame At that moment, Daoist already felt that something was wrong, and his reason finally came back to his senses in the face of the threat of death.

This is the same attack on the soul as his [Inaction Transformation]!Daoist wanted to evacuate from the flames immediately, but his time was running out.

The flame of death energy like a cannon directly bombarded the body of the curse spirit, and in an instant, under the huge burning clear flame.

In the flame of the only master, the curse spirit didn't even drop a speck of dust.

Under the firelight, black mud was faintly surging and quickly calmed down, like an illusion caused by the light.

The brown-haired boy glanced lightly, then withdrew his gaze and fell back on the ground.

His face was calm and not a little turbulent, except for the slightly furrowed brows that were stretched out, it was basically the same as when the curse spirit just came in, it was a complete, calm, but absent-minded state .

"Trouble is dead." In fact, he was too dull to have a chance to taste such things as emotions.

All he wants now is sleep, sleep! !

Don't come over and quarrel with him! !

He didn't want to move a finger anymore, and he didn't want anything to disturb him.

Tokyo

In a somewhat ruined building, there was a light blue haired mantra who was sitting on the ground chatting with the volcano-headed one-eyed mantra, with black-purple liquid falling on his face.

On the opposite side of the two, the man in cassock and flipping through a book raised his eyes, as if noticing something, he looked at the curse spirit in front of him.

"You have a nosebleed." The conjurer, who was wearing cassock and combed his half-ball hair, asked with a surprised expression and a smile: "What's wrong?"

The blue-haired curse spirit touched his nose, and looked at the twisted and uncontrollable expression of the liquid. His forehead began to twitch continuously, but it didn't look like he was angry. Xia Youjie couldn't help but look at it again. looked at him several times.

"I... met a conjurer..." Daoist said slowly, "Part of my soul has been traumatized."

The "I" mentioned by the real person refers to one of the parts|body created by using one's own ability.The real person created multiple satellites of his own | body to search for the traces of the two-faced Nuo on a large scale and to disrupt the situation, causing a certain degree of chaos all over the country.

If one of them is unlucky and meets a powerful conjurer, it is not a big deal to be removed.

If the soul is wounded... Could it be that he encountered some special situation?

First-level conjurer?Or is it a super conjurer?The man rubbed the book in his hand and thought casually, waiting for the real person to tell.

But unexpectedly, the curse spirit stopped halfway through his words.Leo Hu on the side obviously didn't have the crooked guts of Xia Youjie, he closed his mouth halfway when he heard what he wanted to know, and immediately asked a question directly.

"What conjurer?" Leohu maintained a disdainful attitude towards human conjurers: "Even if it is a clone, it can't be destroyed by any casual conjurer, right? It also hurt the main body," it said : "Isn't it possible that I happened to meet Gojo Satoru?"

Leuhu was just discussing how to fight against the prestigious ceiling of the magic world. As a magic spirit, Leuhu was quite unhappy with the statement that the white-haired magician was invincible in spells.

After he finished talking for a long time, he didn't get a response from the real person. He saw that the curse spirit covered with black sutures was covering his mouth.

Some liquid fell from between the fingers, the blue veins on the blue-haired curse spirit were exposed due to the tense muscles, the pupils of the eyes enlarged and rotated abnormally, and the whole body was shaking. It seemed that he was addicted to too many drugs |A gentleman is desperately suppressing something.

The black-haired conjurer with a half-balled head clicked his tongue subconsciously, and said mercilessly with a smile on his face:

"You are acting as if you are the lowest beast | creature."

The tone is mild and the words are indifferent.

"It looks disgusting, you've stained the floor."

"What's wrong with you?" Leo Hu was also confused by the other party's appearance, so she asked, "What kind of spell have you got?"

The real person covered his mouth, trembling, and finally couldn't help it, and laughed wildly, his lips were almost cracked to the base of his ears, and he looked almost crazy.

"I'm so hungry... I'm hungry, I really want to eat him, that human, he looks really delicious..."

The curse spirit covered his face, with an abnormal blush on his face, which made people's scalp numb.

"This is, a gift."

It was a gift given for my birth.

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The author has something to say:

The mantra has no gender, but for the convenience of writing, "he" is used here.

In the realm of consciousness, Tsuna is in a calm state where emotions are suppressed.

感谢在2021-11-1223:57:47~2021-11-1422:55:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 385439662; people who are not straight, Mr. Hat, M1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Qing Ya Duck; 5 bottles of Luwu; 2 bottles of Judaimu; 1 bottle of Xinxin's Star;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!