5t5 still hasn't turned positive today

"Hey, there are still miscellaneous fish all over the street to be cleaned up, let's chat after the work is done."

It was Atsuya Kusakabe, the class teacher of the second grade who urged me like this.

He is proficient in sword skills with Tai Dao. It can be seen that he has at least a few years of practice.

"For the sake of safety, I stayed in the college as a teacher from the beginning. I didn't expect to do such a terrible job."

At this time, a frog-like curse opened its mouth and spit out a spring-like tongue at him. He tilted his head and cut the long piece of soft flesh in two, shouting to Xiyin: "Long-range archer, Support the crispy melee combat!"

Several people cooperated to clean up for a while before finally being able to catch their breath.

Kusakabe wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Xi Yin and Glass with some envy, "Everyone is an artless magician, it seems that I am not smart enough, I should have known that I should try to use a long-range attack spell."

"It's not too late now, you can follow me to learn the reversal technique."

Nitro teased him, "If you can learn it, even if you can't heal others like me, as long as you don't encounter special curses, you shouldn't die easily."

"Do you think I haven't tried it!"

Kusakabe complained loudly, "Damn it, I wanted to learn it a long time ago, but unfortunately I can't learn it at all."

"The profession of conjurer is too much a test of talent. I, an ordinary person among ordinary people, shouldn't enter the profession at all. I heard that this year's first grader, the kid who was entangled by a super-level curse spirit, actually has the ability to imitate spells." Talent, you can learn everything... The world of conjuration is a world of obsessions, and I will apply for resignation when I go back this time."

Sure enough, conjurers have all kinds of wonderful things.

Although Kusakabe doesn’t have the right spells for combat, he is very talented in kendo. Before he stayed in the high school to become a teacher in his early years, he also did a few years of exorcising curses seriously. .

But seeing him screaming and complaining like a ghost, no one can imagine.

"Our place is actually alright. The main battlefield is in Kyoto. I don't know what's going on now."

Gojo Satoru was also in Kyoto, and Nitko was more curious than worried.

She bumped Xi Yin with her elbow, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you worried?"

"The main force is in Kyoto. If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about there."

Xiyin glanced in Gaozhuan's direction.

Conjurers and senior students who can be useful have been drawn out to exorcise the curses all over the street. Now the defense of the high school is unprecedentedly empty. Except for the guards of the spell library who will never leave their posts without permission, there are only first-year students. I was born in a college.

She looked up at the sun, thinking, if his hands and feet were fast enough, he should have already started to act... If Gojo Satoru, when will he find out that something is wrong?

"It seems to be almost done here, shall we take a rest first?"

Kusakabe exhaled, put the knife back into the sheath, put his hands on the awning and scanned the front and back of his eyes, then closed his eyes and looked at the two female colleagues who were walking together, and said with some hesitation.

Nitro teased him, "Don't be lazy, you can really feel at ease after clearing the curse early. The main force of the other group is the students. Don't worry, even if you are injured by the curse because you are too tired to dodge, I promise to heal you and not hinder you." Keep fighting."

"you……"

Kusakabe frowned, and was about to refute when he was interrupted by the phone ringing.

It was Xiyin's cell phone that rang. She took a look, then raised her index finger to silence the two, "It's Wutiao."

"Xi Yin."

After connecting the phone, the voice from the opposite side was a rare and serious voice of the strongest conjurer.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

The other side was silent for a moment, and said: "There should be nothing important to you, go back to the high school...Jie is here."

Xiyin tightened her grip on the phone, then deliberately relaxed her tone and asked, "Then where are you, have you returned to Tokyo?"

"Well, I just arrived."

"In that case, there's no need for me to go back, right?"

Through the earpiece, the woman's calm, unsurprised and emotionally fluctuating voice seemed distorted.

If you think about it, it's impossible not to guess what she said.

Gojo Wu held up his mobile phone and looked at Xia Youjie who was leaning against the corner and sitting on the ground slumped.

So what she meant was that she didn't want to come, didn't want to see Jie.

Isn't this too cunning?

Thinking of this, he said in a frivolous voice, "Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"You've always been an awkward and stubborn guy... well, I'll wait for you for 10 minutes, 15 minutes. If you don't show up during this time, I won't wait."

"If you don't want to see Jie for the last time, then don't come."

He hung up the phone, looked at Xia Youjie, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No, no, that's it."

Xia Youjie smiled bitterly, and said to his former best friend very peacefully.

Gojo Satoru said in a bad mood: "It's a time like this, you should be a little more presentable, seriously curse me."

Xia Youjie forced himself to smile at him, "It's time like this, so there's no need to ask Xiyin to come here."

"When death is imminent, don't you want to take one last look at the woman you love?"

"Think about others for a little bit... It's really embarrassing for her to see her like this."

"I think it's still necessary."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, then grinned and said, "If you have to say why... Maybe I'm really upset that you're dying for being righteous and dying for being generous. I just want to see your regretful face."

"You guy."

Xia Youjie complained softly, leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes, without saying a word.

Gojo Wu sent Xiyin the location, and then stood opposite Xia Youjie, also leaning against the wall of the alleyway and waiting quietly, without deliberately paying attention to the time.

He couldn't tell how long it had passed, but he heard footsteps, so he looked up at Xiyin, and jokingly said, "I thought you really didn't plan to come, it seems that you are not so cruel."

Xiyin ignored him, and only looked at Xia Youjie who was lying on the ground, with her hands on her lips, speechless for a moment.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes to look at her, and said dejectedly, "I let you see me in such a mess... I really... I'm sorry."

Why do you always apologize to me?

Xiyin was stunned, and said softly: "Even now, you don't think you have done anything wrong, and you will never regret what you have done... So, why do you have to say sorry? .”

"But in the end, nothing was accomplished. There is no way to prove to my family, to you... that the path I chose is the only correct one."

As expected of you.

The strongest conjurer shook his head slightly, raised his middle finger, ready to perform the spell, but deliberately lowered his head not to look at him.

Xi Yin suddenly felt that something in her body that she thought was dead had revived.

She covered her face with her hands in a daze, tears flowed from between her fingers, and the sadness was uncontrollable.

"I wish you were right, but Jay...why are you wrong."

Saying this, she staggered and fell to the ground.

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, and a burst of unspeakable remorse and annoyance suddenly surged in his heart.

Yeah, why, why can't I just prove myself and win this war?

The five Wuwu condensed spells slipped into his forehead silently, and Xia Youjie just opened his eyes wide, filled with remorse, leaning against the wall and died silently.

Xiyin knelt on the ground, covering her face and sobbing silently.

Gojo Wu stood silently for a while, looked up at the sky, and asked, "Do you want to call Nitro to come and clean up?"

Xiyin ignored him as if she didn't hear him.

Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue and called someone to clean up. Xi Yin staggered up from the ground and watched him call over, a completely unfamiliar magician to clean up Jie's body.

These people called him Patriarch, and he must be a member of the Gojo family who was sent by him in Tokyo—it seemed that he didn't intend to let Nitzi come over to deal with it.

Xiyin sneered in her heart, she didn't want to care about these at all, she only realized Wutiao: "I have a headache, I'm going back first."

"Oh, I'll send you off?"

"Need not."

Although she was rejected, the strongest conjurer still fell three steps behind her, following her step by step.

Xi Yin felt that he was annoying, but she didn't have the energy to chase him away. She really had a headache, throbbing, and the pain was so severe that she had no energy to speak.

There was no one at home, just in case, Fu Heihui and Tsumiji were sent away.

Wujo Wujo put his hands in his pockets, looked around the empty room, and then looked at Xiyin who was sitting on the sofa with absent-minded eyes.

It's funny to say, he's a little scared now, but he can't tell what he's afraid of.

The silent cell phone in his pocket kept vibrating, he took it out to take a look, then simply turned it off, then sat next to Xi Yin and asked her, "Do you want a drink?"

If you get this guy drunk, he should be able to leave in peace, right?

Xiyin didn't speak, just shook her head.

Gojo Gojo clicked his tongue, broke her chin, and stared at her carefully, feeling that her dark purple eyes were empty, even if she was forced to look at him, it seemed that she was looking at something that didn't exist, something he couldn't understand .

The unexplainable anxiety and uneasiness in his heart could not help but increase.

He patted Xi Yin's cheek lightly, leaned over, and asked her closer, "Oh, then do you want to do it?"

Xiyin rolled her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Of course...how about it?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, hurt Gojo Satoru's ears like a knife.

He really wanted to curse something, but looked at the deep and dark purple eyes of the woman in front of him, and stopped speaking again.

"Have you finally figured it out?"

Xi Yin caressed his cheek, "We are in this kind of relationship, we must comfort and satisfy each other...otherwise there is no point in continuing."

The two of them fell on the sofa, and Xiyin propped her body apart to look at him carefully. Her seaweed-like long hair was hanging down, like a spider web and a curtain. For some reason, she had a strange magic power, which made the unlimited six Eyes are also imprisoned in this small radius, unable to separate a trace of mind.

So much so that a man like Gojo Satoru can't break free, can't escape, can only look at her, entangled with her, both joyful and painful, and can't get relief.

"I have a headache... I don't seem to feel well anywhere."

Xiyin looked at him, her slender and curved eyebrows furrowed, she looked really uncomfortable, and then she looked at him, making it hard to tell whether it was a plea for help or a request.