See the spirit boy Gangji

The blazing and colorful rose and its delicate petals fell down, showing the softness of its short life under the evening sun. It was like a perfect tribute.

However, amidst the fresh and tangy fragrance of flowers, there is also the smell of artificial gunpowder smoke coming from the barrel of a mechanical gun.

The young man's waist bent into the arc of a bow and arrow, like a child who has successfully played a prank.The white machine in his hand was extremely cold, glowing with a cold light.In the last second, it was still tightly attached to his chest and tightly attached to his heart. At this moment, it is just a delicate plaything.

Gang Ji's heart is still beating at a frightening speed.

In a word, it seemed that it was the first time he felt so close to killing intent.

Tsuna had never experienced such a threat from a compatriot like this.

This person... Just now, he really wanted to kill himself.

"What kind of expression do you have? You look so pitiful, as if you saw something unbelievable." The boy with a half mask played with the toy in his hand: "I didn't do anything excessive to you, It's just a small joke, it should be harmless."

He gradually stopped that wild laughter, and the corners of his mouth were still raised, like a fixed emoji.

Bai Lan stood up slightly, and tidied up her crumpled uniform casually.

At this moment he looked like a gentleman again.

"But Gang Ji-kun should learn a lesson, isn't he too lax with strangers?" Bai Lan said slowly, as if kindly reminding the boy in front of him, "If I really poked him just now, Gang Ji Wouldn't you just be gameover out?" He looked at the boy's paler face under the blood-red robe, and comforted him with a more treacherous and sweet tone:

"Of course, of course, I won't do that~"

That way the game doesn't even have the conditions to start, it's simply the worst kind of drama, and even the most tempered audience will spit at him.

More importantly... how boring it would be to choose alone.

Bai Lan smiled and stretched out a hand towards the other party. "I'm really sorry." He said, "Would you like to accept a small gift of apology from me? Of course those roses just now don't count."

The brown-haired boy took a deep breath, and he stepped back a few steps, showing an undisguised gesture of resistance. "No, no, I'm going back."

"Hey, are you angry? Come on, my show hasn't started yet!" Bai Lan didn't expect that the other party was going to leave just like that, and hurried forward to grab the other party, but Gang Ji had already Prepared, he quickly turned to the right, trying to dodge.The white-haired boy glanced at the purple eyes, and he grabbed the boy's dodging arm with a smile.

The strength of the palm is not strong, but there is no doubt that he has seen through Sawada Tsunawei, [-], [-], and [-] Yoshi's movements.

"Don't be angry, there is really news coming to you."

The white-haired boy looked at him, his purple eyes looked like amethyst with some kind of precipitated minerals.

"Have you ever seen a curse spirit with stitches on his face, Tsunaji-kun?"

Bai Lan looked at the boy's face with a smile and turned around.The brown-haired boy had a suspicious look on his face.

Whether it is a curse spirit or a human being, "There are always such rats in the gutter in this world, watching things that they are not qualified to touch." The white-haired boy raised his hand flamboyantly: "I saw Oh. There is a gray mouse smelling the smell and heading towards the house, as if it wants to swallow something... Tsunayoshi, there should be no problem."

"The speed of the mouse is still very fast..." He said unhurriedly, watching the brown-haired boy's pupils constrict because of his words with satisfaction.

"Perhaps...you can get home by seven o'clock?"

Sewer rats.

The gray human figure distorted and changed like a randomly fabricated rubber. From a palm-sized unknown creature, he transformed into human-like fingers, a human-like face, and finally the fur receded, and he burrowed in places where even the city lights could not shine. out, and finally showed its initial form.

12 of □□.

This is definitely a big deal—it is used to hunt thousands of miles away and prey on an ordinary family without the slightest fluctuation in mana power.

The sensitivity of the mouse's nose is dozens of times that of the dog's.From the moment the boy stepped into the bustling city of Tokyo, he smelled the sweet scent that haunted him in his dreams.

So far away and close, the saliva spread in the mouth like incontinence almost at the moment of knowing.

The real person thinks that he has no way to resist this kind of temptation. The sweet poisonous thorn pierces into his head at the first moment. Why do human beings feel so desperate for drugs? To be able to fully experience it in the body, it simply made him feel unbelievable.

But real people don't like this feeling at all.For a young mantra like him, all human emotions are considered interesting dramas and experiences, and they are all recyclable materials.Let the curse spirit generated from the malice of people to people be able to have a deeper understanding and apply it to the form of the soul.

"Oh?" The black-haired curse master in cassock raised his head from his yellowed tattered scroll and took a sip of tea, looking at the restless suture curse spirit: "Are you going to rush over like this?" The words that seemed to be sarcasm or pure metaphor said curiously: "Like a mad dog, running in front of the conjurers to find a way to tear off a piece of flesh from its prey?"

To lick that mouthful of flesh and blood.

Like a leech on blood.

The man's expression became a little playful.

"I originally thought..." The Curse Master thought for a while and said, "That was just your whim."

"But now it looks like you really..." He took a look at the blue-haired curse spirit lying on the floor tiles quietly digging the [toy] in his palm.

The fresh achievements that had been made with great difficulty were messed up at this moment, and the soul and cock showed a mournful and frightened form.

"It's really fascinating."

The Curse Master slowly completed this sentence.

"Are you going to stop me? Gojo Satoru isn't in Tokyo right now." Zhenren looked at the Curse Master with his light-colored weird eyes, and his tone was not dissatisfied, just a simple question.

The man waved his hand and smiled: "Why, I just want to make a suggestion. You seem to be hesitating now, don't you?"

It would be of no benefit to anyone to strike so close to the High School of Conjuration.

Even if the real person is an extremely powerful super-spell spirit among the magic spirits.Even from his birth, he is the leader of the curse spirit, but this does not mean that the ability of the real person is the strongest existence.

The newly born curse spirit lacks experience and fighting skills, and his abilities have not yet been fully replenished. Even his temperament, he sneered in his heart, it was simply too immature.

The curser's fingers drew a water mark around the rim of the bone china cup, thinking casually.The tricks of a real person's mind may be enough to deal with some ordinary people, but for all kinds of human beings whose minds are always difficult to guess...the curse spirit is nothing more than an additional product of human emotions.

"It's too dangerous, and it's easy to get involved." The cursed master's eyebrows and eyes were benevolent: "I don't suggest you do this directly."

"However, you look like you really want to take a bite." He thought in a low voice, like a blue-haired curse spirit who was screaming for his stomach's peristalsis: "It's pathetic to be greedy." It's a little disgusting.

"Oh right." He seemed to remember something.

"According to the principle, it is the same as spells and spells that will be passed down through blood relationship. If they are inherited in the same line, do you know if there is similarity in the appearance of the soul under the same blood that is also closely connected with it?"

The blue-haired curse spirit looked at him.

According to the usual general experiment.The souls of twins are the most similar in appearance, followed by brothers, and then biological parents.

The real person believes that the soul is born and appeared from the beginning, and it will become closer to the people around it in the later stages of cultivation and changes.

"Now that you've come to Tokyo, it shouldn't be difficult for you to trace the source of his smell, right?"

The man opened his mouth casually and smiled: "If you really can't help it, just find something else to replace it."

Just treat it as a tooth-slapping ceremony.

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比较短小，先发了，晚安么么啾。感谢在2021-12-0420:53:47~2021-12-0523:40:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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