I am cursed by the strongest

"Jingle Bell--"

"Oh!"

After blowing up the alarm clock, mobile phone and landline doorbell, everything that could make a sound in the room, Wujo Wu woke up.

Yidizhi Jiegao stared in fear at the man in front of him who exuded a murderous aura as if he was going to blow up the world.

"Mr. Wutiao, Wutiao..."

Speaking of which, Yidichi Jiegao and Gojo Satoru still have a relationship with juniors and seniors, and they are not pure magicians and auxiliary supervisors.

But because the magic world is pitifully small, anyone can get involved with anyone, so just being a senior or something can't dampen Yiji Jiegao's awe and fear of Wujo Wu.

Although Gojo Satoru, who is usually joking and not formal, looks naive and troublesome, but in fact, compared to that kind of Gojo Satoru, the serious Gojo Satoru is too scary to get close to.

"Where's Juvenile Sauce?"

A completely unfamiliar name appeared from Gojo Satoru, Yizhi Jiegao's first reaction was that he heard it wrong.

But in Gojo Satoru's murderous aura that almost turned into reality, his head told himself very clearly that he heard correctly.

Although it is the auxiliary supervisor who is often responsible for cleaning up the mess for Gojo Satoru, but because there is no binding relationship between the auxiliary supervisor and the conjurer, and Gojo Satoru is busy with tasks everywhere, so Yiji Jiegao does not understand many things about Gojo Satoru. clear.

"I, I, I, I don't know..." He almost cried out the words through his teeth.

Are you going to be killed? !

Yiji Jiegao sensed Gojo Satoru's burst of killing intent and closed his eyes in fear, but Gojo Satoru quickly withdrew his chilling murderous aura.

"Yidichi, what's the matter." Gojo Satoru dressed calmly and got up from the bed as if nothing had happened.

Yidizhi Jiegao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reported the urgent task to Gojo Satoru.

"Two special magic spirits suddenly appeared in Hokkaido yesterday, causing 32 people to disappear. You need to deal with them immediately."

This incident should have been handled by Gojo Satoru yesterday, but the director's department made two calls and was not connected, and the third call was shut down because the phone was bombed.

Although he used the landline afterwards and sent Yidizhi Jiegao to look for him, the matter has become serious.

"Where are the other conjurers? Are they all dead?! There are only two special grades. It would be nice if the old men in the director's department transferred a few!"

Yidizhi Jiegao didn't know where Gojo Satoru got so angry, he was so frightened that he wished he could evolve a superpower with a transparent function, he shrank like a quail and dared not speak.

Gojo Satoru was very angry, but the 32 lives involved were more important. He took Yiji Jiegao and teleported to the scene.

It wasn't the first time that Yizhi Jiegao was taken to the mission location by Gojo Satoru so capriciously, but this time he was still a little confused when he arrived at the location, because he threw away his assistant supervisor as soon as he arrived at the scene, and then started crackling like he wanted to kill the earth. It was also blown apart, he had never seen it before.

Although Gojo Satoru usually doesn't care about the pain of assisting the supervisor to clean up the mess, but no matter how messy it is, it will not exceed a certain limit.

Today's Gojo Satoru...but Yidizhi Jiegao felt something was a little bit wrong.

But what exactly was wrong, he couldn't tell.

"boom------"

A huge explosion came from the [tent], and then, under the horrified eyes of the auxiliary supervisors, the [tent] that was set up by a first-level, three second-level and several auxiliary supervisors turned into a piece of paper. The fragile existence of paper towels is completely destroyed by "tearing".

The battle couldn't last for a minute when Gojo Satoru let go of his hands and feet, but the aftershock-like shock lasted for a long time and couldn't subside.

"Earth, is there an earthquake?!" In the middle of the night, Hokkaido woke up nervously and calmly as it did in an earthquake prevention drill.

"Wow, that's terrible!" The auxiliary supervisors present all showed expressions that something bad happened.

Although they were flustered, after all, they had seen all kinds of curse spirits, and the "professionals" who were lucky enough to clean up any mess at the scene immediately organized doctors and nurses to rescue them.

The 32 victims, although their fate was already doomed when they were drawn into the domain of super-level magic spirits, maybe?Maybe there's still hope of survival... or something.

"Wujo Satoru!" A mighty roar came from afar, and then three gray-haired old men appeared, but they could not be heard from the roar.

Yidizhi Jiegao subconsciously began to bow and apologize: "Master Ziche, Lord Qianhe, Lord Muyin, I'm sorry, I didn't do a good job in communication."

Ziche, Qianhe, and Muyin are all conjurer families active in Hokkaido. These three old men were all first-class conjurers when they were young. Although they are old now, they have both physical fitness and spell power. However, every conjurer who can live to old age is a lucky and powerful existence.

The three patriarchs didn't pay much attention to Yidizhi Jiegao, they were obviously very angry, angry that Gojo Satoru came late, and even more angry that Gojo Satoru did things without considering the consequences, making this place a mess.

The entire Hokkaido region was affected by the aftershocks of 【茈】, and they are the ones who will clean up the mess next!

"Why did I call you so many times but didn't answer! A matter of life and death——"

The headed Ziche Patriarch took the lead in attacking, trying to accuse Gojo Satoru from the moral high ground.

However, before he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru, who had blasted the curse spirit into scum and almost wiped out Hokkaido, just turned his head inadvertently, and didn't even meet the Patriarch Ziche who questioned him.

The three Patriarchs gasped in unison, and took a step back uncontrollably.

Gojo Satoru was very angry. Anyone who was woken up in the middle of the night and found that his brother was gone and in a "strange" world would not feel very happy.

Gojo Satoshi's mood can't even be said to be bad. If he has to describe it, it's probably the kind-wanting to destroy the world to vent his anger.

"Where were you just now?"

The three Patriarchs were all taken aback, it's late at night, where else can they sleep if they are not at home?

Gojo Satoru's memory is not bad, or quite good.

Ziche, Qianhe, Muyin.

The patriarch of the three patriarchs, he remembered, had been slaughtered by him a long time ago.

The golden age of a magician is before the age of 35. After 35 years old, the body that has experienced countless fights with the magic spirit will gradually weaken due to the erosion of the magic power.

Generally speaking, the head of an ordinary conjurer will rely on the family as the backing, and start to fight for power in the director's meeting for seven-eight-nine-ten years. At the age of 45, he will secure his seat. After the age of 50, he will start to look like Like a wild wolf biting the high-level seats.

These three old magicians with an average age of more than 70 years old have accumulated at least 40 years of political-fighting experience.

Gojo Satoru sighed, "Ah, like an idiot."

The owner of the purple car: "???"

The Patriarch Ziche, who thought Gojo Satoru was scolding him, was taken aback for a moment, and then became furious.

Arrogant!It's really too arrogant!Can you call him a fool just because of your own strength? !

"Gojo Satoru! Do you still respect seniors—"

"It's so noisy!" Gojo Satoru didn't mind slaughtering these old things again for himself in this world.

Maybe Gojo Satoru in this world has been taught badly, and he still has these rotten oranges that only eat rice and waste oxygen, but he doesn't.

"I have very important things to go back now, and I will leave the follow-up work here to you. Get rid of all the first-level curse spirits in Hokkaido within three days, or I will kill you~"

A first-level conjurer doesn't become one just by killing a first-level curse spirit!Exorcising a certain number of first-level curse spirits and upgrading to a level-one magician, exorcising super-level curse embryos, or sealing special-level magic spirits, is eligible to upgrade to a first-level magician.

Although their first-level conjurer was obtained decades ago, the rating has not been lowered, which means that their mana level has not been greatly reduced.

One person can't deal with two super magic spirits, so three people can still control two super magic spirits, right?

Those two super-level Wujo Satoru personally blasted them, and they weren't very powerful super-level curse spirits, and they couldn't even complete the domain.

Such two special grades can eat up 32 humans like cats catching mice.

The assistant supervisor would rather seek help from him in Tokyo, and there is no local first-level magician from Hokkaido.

The young conjurers on the front line are performing tasks, and he can understand that they can't keep up. So, what about these three people?

He is obviously a first-class conjurer, and he is enjoying a one-year allowance of one billion, but he can only sleep.

Gojo Satoru wasn't angry, he just got used to it.

No matter which world's rotten oranges, they really look like this!

"Since you can only sleep, let you have a dream that you will never wake up from!"

The lively tone is still the same infuriating and frivolous, but the content of the words is terrifying and infuriating.

The three Patriarchs were so angry that their veins bulged: "Wu Tiao Wu!"

"Just born a little earlier than me, are you so arrogant?"

The murderous intent that almost turned into reality shrouded the three Patriarchs. They were obviously the powerful Patriarchs and the senior executives of the Directors' Council, but they knelt down in front of Gojo Satoru, a young man under 30 years old.

"you……"

The feeling of humiliation distorted their facial features.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to spend the same leisure time as watching them.

Killing people is a very simple matter.

For Gojo Satoru, except for Wujo Zhi, all other beings are "all beings are equal", maybe there are some people with special existence, but the rotten oranges are obviously not in this ranks.

"Patriarch?" Wutiao Wu's sudden appearance made the members of the Wutiao family get busy immediately.

"Do you want to eat cake? Where's Daifuku? The pudding has already been baked, and..." The silver-haired old butler was the first to find Gojo Satoru back, rambling on arranging various things for Gojo Satoru .

Wujo Qingren, the previous head of the Wutiao family, got up immediately when he received the news.

"Patriarch, where did the explosion happen again? Domestic or foreign? Which is the auxiliary supervisor? Did anyone around see you when you forgot to release the account?" After a series of questions, it is not difficult to see that Wujo Qingjin has done a good job of cleaning up the mess for Wujo Wu. Skilled.

Gojo Satoru is not surprised by his "explosion is art" character in this world, or if Gojo Satoru in any world becomes more disciplined, he will be surprised!

"Wujo Zhi," Wutiao Satoru directly asked the question he was most concerned about, "Is there a child named 'Zhi' in the Wutiao family?"

Gojo Satoru, who is not afraid of anything, also has a certain emotion called "timidity" at this moment.

Zhi... my younger brother, was he ever born in this world?

The most direct question should have been "do I have a twin brother", but he hesitated.

"Wujo Satoru"'s house is clean and tidy, even his own life traces are pitifully few, every corner, every decoration is clearly written - he is a person.

Why alone?What about juvenile sauce?don't you have a brother

If there is no younger brother——what is the reason?

Your parents only gave birth to you?still……

My lovely brother died young?

Died before growing up?

The latter possibility is the answer that Gojo Satoru dare not imagine, let alone touch.

The childish sauce of this world is not his childish sauce.

However, whenever Zhichan dies, no matter which world Zhichan, no matter which Gojo Satoru's Zhichan——

will hurt.

The childish sauce who smiles cautiously, smiles attached, opens her arms to hug him coquettishly, lies in his arms and waits for him to sleep together, but falls asleep in his arms ...

So cute, so small, so fond of this world, but never had the chance to see the world when he grows up, so he was pulled into a dark and desperate death forever——

Just by imagining it lightly, Gojo Satoru felt that he was going to be out of breath.

Throat tightened intermittently, and the pain seemed to explode in the heart.

"'Child'? I remember that no child in the Wujo family has that name." Although Wujo Qingren didn't know why Wujo Wu asked this, he said thoughtfully, "Tomorrow I will ask someone to look at the family tree. yes--"

"No need." Gojo Satoru couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relaxed.

Gojo Satoru couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed.

There is no "Wujozhi" in this world, he was never born from the very beginning.

Without birth, one would not be constantly driven to death by malice and desire.

Gojo Satoru thinks this is a good thing!

Although there is no younger brother, Zhichan doesn't have to go through those painful darkness.

As for the fact that there is no such thing as the most cuddly and cute younger brother in the world—please!It is Wujo Satoru of this world who has no younger brother!He has-

and many more!

"Speaking of which, now that I'm here, what about the Gojo Satoru of this world?"

According to his judgment, there is a 90.00% [-]% possibility that he and Wujo Satoru of this world went to each other's parallel world!

——Then his Zhijiang would become the Ododo of Gojo Satoru in this world? !

Where's his childish sauce?In the original world, his childish sauce called Wujo Satoru of this world "Nichan"!

Gojo Satoru: "!!!!!!"

After Gojo Satoru smoothed out this relationship, his scalp exploded from excitement.

It doesn't matter if you take your wife's revenge!He doesn't have a wife anyway!

But the hatred of seizing a younger brother is irreconcilable!Because Gojo Wujo really has a younger brother!When he thinks of his world's most cute and clingy spirit smiling sweetly at others, rolling around like a baby at others, calling "Oni sauce" with excessive sugar content to others, sleeping obediently in other people's arms, and occasionally saying A few lovely dream words...

"If this world is destroyed, can I go back to that world?"

Gojo Aruhito was used to Gojo Satoru suddenly saying something that sounded scary but was actually very scary.

But the villain's declaration of destroying the world, coupled with his eager expression, really has a kind of "too bad, he seems to be serious" fear.

Wujo Qingren, who was too shocked to ignore the second half of the sentence, swooped and hugged Wujo's thigh, crying, "Master Wu! Master Patriarch! No! You can't do this! If this world is destroyed, the Gojo clan will not be able to offer you all kinds of delicious desserts if they have no rice to eat!"

Gojo Satoru sneered: "It's not that I can't live without dessert!"

"But we really can't live without rice! Master Patriarch! Please hesitate for a moment for the future of the Wutiao family's 630 people! Please, Master Wutiao!"

Gojo Satoru doesn't want to hesitate, but no one can stop him from going back to his own world to hug the super cute and clingy Jingzhijiang—by the way, drive away the cheeky Gojo Satoru who snatches other people's younger brothers as his own !

It's best to stick with Zhijiang in front of Wujo Wujo, who is so angry with Wujo Wujo who has no brother~

"Master Patriarch!"

Gojo Haruhito's wailing regardless of his image brought Gojo Satoru back to reality: "..."

The clown is actually himself, and now he is the one who doesn't have a cute younger brother who hugs and hugs him!

Gojo Satoru was very angry.

But when he thought that if this world was destroyed by him, then the original Gojo Satoru would not be able to return to this world, and could only stay in his world——

That damn Gojo Satoru will definitely look at Zhichan pitifully with his blue eyes blinking to gain sympathy, and then use such despicable means to stay by Zhichan's side!

If you want to ask why he is so sure - of course it is because he is Gojo Satoru!

Out of his understanding of "self", Gojo Satoru put [-]% on the success rate and possibility of this plan.

PASS! PASS PASS PASS!

"It's so noisy! Well, I won't destroy this world anymore, you can go!"

Wujo Qingren immediately put away his tears, and quietly acted as a mute who could not speak.

"Is the pudding ready?" He wants to eat all the pudding cake chocolate Kikufu of "Gojo Satoru"!Take revenge on him!

However, Gojo Satoru's revenge plan was interrupted by a message before it was over.

"Execute? Execute who?"

Wujo Qingren whispered in Wujo Wu's ear: "Master Patriarch, it's the young man you brought back yesterday, his name is Huzhang Yuren."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, ah, Yuren!

Because he was born in this world as a container of the double-faced Nuo, his body adapted well to the double-faced Nuo technique, and together with Megumi Gojo, he completed the assessment of the first-level conjurer when he entered the first year of high school. The next step is to catch enough special-level spell spirits and accumulate experience bars to upgrade to the special level

"Youren? What's wrong with him?" Because he didn't know exactly what Gojo Satoru had achieved in this world, Gojo Satoru asked in a more cautious (not yet) tone.

While putting the cake in his mouth, he casually asked such a question, no matter how you look at it, you don't seem to care too much, right?

Seeing Gojo Satoru's attitude, the assistant supervisor who came to send the message was also relieved: "The two-faced Su Nuo is parasitic in the body of the knotweed Yuren, and the masters of the director department want you to go back and execute him immediately."

According to the spell management regulations, it is true that Knotabagi Yuhito should be executed, but because no one had just dealt with this "monster" that might switch to a double-faced Su Nuo at any time, the director department could not execute him immediately.

——Not that strong either.

"Oh, I see." Although Wujo Satoru said this, he didn't intend to get up.

Various complex expressions of hesitation appeared on the face of the young assistant supervisor.

In the end, he couldn't help but said: "Master Wutiao, isn't this the child you said you couldn't touch?"

Gojo Satoru was still slow, and even ate and took to replenish a lot of calories.

"What's the hurry, don't you let me do it? If I don't go to them, who has the guts."

Gojo's house is in Kyoto, and the headquarter of the director who is going to execute Knotabagi Yuhito is in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru "slowly" returned to Tokyo in the car of the auxiliary supervisor.

Through the two-hour drive, Gojo Satoru roughly figured out the situation in this world.

Wujo Wuyi, who was not as immature as Wujo, was still amazing, but he grew up at a very rapid speed. Then he went to a high school when he was 16 years old, and met Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nizi.

It's just a pity that Riko Tennei died, and Xia Youjie rescued the twins and cut off all escape routes, leading him to the completely opposite path.

Gojo Satoru always felt that they were arguing, but nothing happened until Xia Youjie attacked countless civilians and his students last year.

I found myself on a road with no future, but because there was no way out, I chose to die.

The only best friend in this world also went to another world.

Fu Heihui is still called Fu Hei Hui. After killing Fu Hei Shier, Wutiao Wu can half afford the life of Fu Hei's siblings, but he only gives a little money and some channels to get money, and occasionally takes Fu Hei Hui out to play. status.

Nitrate is still the sober 007 social animal in the world. Although it doesn't matter which position he takes, because he is friends with Gojo Satoru, so he is biased towards him.

The knotweed Youren is a magical existence "picked up" by Fu Heihui. Facing the two-faced Su Nuo's black finger that looks like it has been dusted for a long time and has very long nails, he swallows it in one bite.

Swallow it!

Two-faced Su Nuo's consciousness awakened in his body, and then Gojo Satoru rushed to bring the knotweed Youren back.

Although Gojo Satoru's attitude is very obvious, but the group of idiots in the director's department probably think that Gojo Satoru is easy to talk, and they are going to cook the raw rice first while Gojo Satoru is leaving Tokyo.

But just crucifying the "death penalty" order, and then letting Wujo Satoru be the executioner, it's funny enough!

The door of the familiar underground trial hall was opened, and a man wearing a black hat and cloak whispered to him in a hoarse voice: "Gojo Satoru, what should you do later, you should be very clear, right?"

"Teacher Wutiao!" Fu Heihui next to him saw him, as if seeing a life-saving straw, and the light of hope flashed in his eyes.

"Teacher Wutiao, Knotweed is not a bad person! He also said that, right? He can maintain his consciousness, and he has not been completely controlled by the two-faced Su Nuo!"

Gojo Satoru looked at this child, who was very similar to Gojo Megumi, ah, of course, they were "the same person" after all!

"Fu Hei! What qualifications do you have—"

"Leave peace of mind to me, Hui."

The clamor of the black cloak was interrupted by Gojo Satoru.

There was a reassuring and powerful force in the steady voice, which calmed down the anxious Fu Heihui almost instantly.

Gojo Satoru ignored the clamoring rotten oranges and went straight in.

The Judgment of Spells is not like the court session in the world of ordinary people, and there is such a thing as a jury. Fu Heihui's level is not eligible to enter this underground hall.

The black cloak stared bitterly at Wujo Wu, who didn't save him any face, but obviously he only dared to vent his anger behind Wujo Wu's back with his eyes and imagination, and didn't dare to say a word.

The heavy door fell in front of Fu Heihui's eyes. The delicate and mantra-carved stone door blocked his sight, but could not stop his worry.

Although it is a trial hall, it exists as an "execution ground" today.

When Wujo Wu entered, the high-ranking big shots were almost seated.

The table in the middle was covered with talisman papers filled with mantras. Knotaba Yuhito hung his head, his hands were hung on iron rings, and his feet were also bound by heavy chains. He looked like a sinner. .

"It's really interesting." Gojo Satoru expressed nostalgic emotion.

He has not seen this "trial hall" for a long time. Since he blew up the headquarters together with the lowest court hall, the high-level executives suffering from serious psychological disorders even chose a new piece of land to build a new directorate headquarters. , but seldom go to the headquarters. According to them, they are worried about the poor quality of the new building.

Sure enough, the new headquarters was also bombed!

The premonition is really very prepared!

"Gojo Satoru, sit down, you've been late for a long time." A hoarse voice came from all directions.

Gojo Satoru sneered, but strangely obedient, and sat in the executioner's exclusive seat.

The director department is a very interesting organization. The first-line conjurers and the authorities are two completely different promotion paths.

Just like ordinary people's civil servants and politicians are two completely different promotion paths.

The high-level is the high-level, and the conjurer is the conjurer. Although they are all members of a narrow conjuration world, there are many differences.

Gojo Satoru was very annoyed by this system, so after killing a large number of high-level officials, this problem was fundamentally resolved.

It's just that Gojo Satoru in this world still has a million expectations for human beings, so he couldn't make the decision to kill all the blue oranges!

"Hmm...here is..." Knotabagi Yuhito woke up during the reading of the lengthy management regulations of the magic world.

His confused eyes rolled around, and then he noticed the iron chains on his limbs, incredible shock leaked from his eyes.

"Yo~ Yuren!" Wujo Satoru, who was crossing his legs, waved at him naturally.

Yuzu Yuhito looked along the dim line of sight, saw Gojo Satoru, and at the same time took a rough look at the surrounding environment.

Although the dim space is large, it is filled with a decaying smell. A faint black shadow stands on a high place. He knows every word, but when put together, it becomes a sentence that he can't understand at all. The only thing he knows is Gojo Satoru became his spiritual support.

"Teacher Fuhei? Wait! Teacher Wutiao! What's going on here!"

"quiet!"

He didn't dare to get angry with Gojo Satoru, but he dared to sternly reprimand the high-level executive who got angry with the "soft persimmon" of Knotabagi Yuhito.

Although Knotabagi Yuhito didn't understand the situation, he was a child with a rough nerve.

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru, watching the excitement was no big deal, and said to Yuzu Yujin in a very happy and lively tone: "Yujin, to put it simply, you are going to be executed~"

Even if his nerves were as thick as that of Knotweed Yujin, his eyes widened in disbelief when he heard Gojo Satoru's words: "I, I'm going to die?!"

"Why!"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, with a look that I don't know.

"How could you not be clear! Teacher Wutiao! Didn't you promise Fu Hei not to let me die?!" The voice he heard was faint, and he thought he was dreaming, but now it seems that it should be real thing!

"Well, I promised, I promised, but the situation has changed..."

Knotabagi Yuhito responded with great strength and earnestness: "Don't give up! Teacher Gojo! Work harder! Work harder, Teacher Gojo!"

"Silence!!!" The high-level executives on the high platform listened to their chatting as if there was no one else, and the veins on their foreheads jumped very vigorously.

Gojo Satoru didn't know where the virtue of respecting the old, loving the young and obeying the rules came from, so he coughed lightly in embarrassment, and gestured: "I don't have that ability either, they have already made a decision, they just notified me to come over." .”

"That's it..." There was a dazed look on the face of Knotabagi Yuren, and he lowered his head, as if he had accepted his fate like this, "Then there is no way, everyone must abide by the rules, so that the world can be better It's working!"

Yuzu Yujin raised his head and smiled at Gojo Satoru. Although he was about to be executed, there was no resentment in his smile.

"Speak to Fu Hei for me, thank him for saving my friend."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Is this the only thing? Your family and so on, don't you need to bring any more words?"

Knotabagi Yourhito smiled chicly: "The grandfather I depended on for life has passed away." It's great not to worry about him!

Gojo Satoru did not expect that Grandpa Knotweed died so early in this world, but it is normal when you think about it, old people are getting older, it is difficult to escape the laws of nature, there is no medical aid like a real bug, it is not impossible for Grandpa Knotweed to die understand things.

The senior executives endured it, and kept saying to themselves—soon, soon, anyway, they are going to die soon, these are the last few words before death, bear with it, there is nothing wrong with being tolerant to him of!

Coincidentally, Gojo Satoru thought so too.

"...In view of the above actions, it is now judged that Knotweed Yuren has no existence value. For a better future of the world, the director will execute the death penalty on Knotweed Yuren on behalf of the human side!"

"Gojo Satoru, let's do it!" The lengthy procedure is finally over, just wait for Gojo Satoru to kill the Knotweed Yuren and the two-faced Nuo in his body, and then the special person in charge will "harmless" the body of Knotweed Yuren "Deal with it, and the matter is completely over.

Today's Wutiaowu was so obedient that the high-level executives were a little surprised. They even made preparations for Wutiaowu's resistance from the very beginning, and then made three or four plans for business talk and business routines. They even divided the bottom line. up.

After all, a similar incident like Knotweed Yuren happened once last year.

Gojo Satoru was also jokingly threatening them with murderous intent, and they had no choice but to give in in the face of their formidable strength.

However, this time is different!Even if Gojo Satoru changes his mind on the spot now, they still have an alternative 123456 plan to completely kill Knotweed Yuhito!

Seeing that Wujo Wu didn't move for a long time, a high-level executive couldn't help but reminded him softly, "Wujo Wu?"

Gojo Satoru stood up, and this action made all the senior officials heave a sigh of relief.

However, in the next second, Gojo Satoru did not pick up the magic tool and walked to the trial platform, and everyone's hearts were raised again.

But Gojo Satoru just sat for too long and stretched himself.

The startled high-level executives didn't know whether they felt ashamed or felt that Gojo Satoru was deliberately playing with them, so their tone suddenly became a little bit bad.

"Gojo Satoru! What are you still doing?"

Gojo Satoru was no longer in a daze, he stared at the high-level person who spoke without any confusion: "Who made the death sentence of Knotabagi Yuhito?"

coming!Although it was a posture of finding fault, Gojo Satoru's behavior gave the high-level executives a sense of ease when the dust settled.

However, no one is willing to answer this sharp question. It seems that they are looking for someone to settle accounts. How could anyone be willing to claim it!

Wujo Wu saw that no one took the initiative to admit it, so he changed the question: "Is the decision on the death penalty made by one person, or by many people? Is the minority obeying the majority? Or is it some other method?"

Still silent.

"Okay, let's vote on the spot! Raise your hand if you support the execution of Knotabagi Yuhito, let me see how human you are."

"Hey, isn't it? There is no one? Then do you have to execute Knotabazu Yuren? Since there is no one, I will take Knotabayuhito away!"

This time, someone finally couldn't sit still.

"Gojo Satoru! Although you are the strongest! But don't you feel that your behavior has crossed the line?!"

Gojo Satoru blinked and asked another question: "Out of bounds? Who is the 'boundary'? Who set it? Who has the final say?"

Leave it to me, Kei.

Fu Heihui's anxious mood became calm because of such a simple sentence.

Although Wujo Satoru is always out of tune and loves to play pranks, there is no doubt that he is a very reliable person who can give people a great sense of security.

In other words, his existence is the sense of security itself.

Just leave it to him, just leave it to him!

Fu Heihui thought so, and waited outside with peace of mind for Gojo Satoru to come out with the knotweed Youren.

However, an hour passed, and there was no sign of the heavy door opening.

Fu Heihui was hesitant to lie on the door to see if he could hear any movement, but just as he was hesitating, a burst of earth-shattering movement came from inside.

The thick stone gate exploded into pieces.

"Cough cough cough cough—" Fu Heihui, who was covered in smoke and dust, coughed.

At this time, the figure he was worried about finally appeared in the smoke.

"Teacher Wutiao, Polygonum cuspidatum, are you all right?"

Wujo Wuchong showed a smile of "Leave everything to me": "Don't worry, don't worry!"

Fu Heihui breathed a sigh of relief at first, then asked with a straight face on purpose, pretending not to care, "The result? How is it?"

Gojo Satoru showed a simple smile: "Kill them all!"

Fu Heihui: "???" What do you mean?Is that what he imagined?