After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

In the afternoon of the next day, Haruto Saotome, who had finally returned to Kyoto from her hometown, went up to Atsuya Kusakabe to whisper to him as soon as she saw him.

"Tell you something terrible."

Seeing his mysterious look, Kusakabe Atsushi also hummed along with his words.

Then I heard the elementary school boy say seriously: "I met Wujo Wu by chance when I went home yesterday."

Kusakabe Atsuya immediately stood in awe.

"God, what kind of luck are you, you can meet this."

Qingli pursed her lips, thinking about what happened yesterday gave her a headache.

"I also feel like my luck is simply transcendent."

So Atsuya Kusakabe asked, "Did he do anything to you?"

Hearing this question, Qingli was silent for a moment, then hesitated to speak.

"...Eating more than half of the meringue puffs I bought, does that count?"

Kusakabe Atsuya: "......"

Kusakabe Atsuya said nothing with a stiff face.

It's just grabbing something to eat, should he be glad that the two didn't fight?

He didn't get an answer, and Qingli didn't care, he was just joking, and continued to say to himself: "I also met the reverse spell user in the Tokyo school, she is a beautiful girl, if I guessed right , I also saw that mantra spiritual exercise, and he is taller than me."

At the end, I said with emotion: "I have to say that the freshmen of the Tokyo school are really talented."

And he is the only one in the first grade of the Kyoto school, no matter how you think about it, it's quite pitiful.

Suddenly, he thought of something again, and looked at Kusakabe Atsuya again: "Speaking of which, have you told Gojo Satoru my name?"

Atsushi Kusakabe didn't understand what he meant, scratched his head and asked, "No, what's the matter?"

"No, it just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't told him my name yet, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"It's better not to tell, to save trouble."

Qingli nodded: "You are right."

Dilingling——As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang unexpectedly.

Qingli frowned slightly, unable to figure out who would call her at this time, so she took out her mobile phone and looked at it, unexpectedly found that it was an unfamiliar phone number, after hesitating for a while, she still pressed the answer button and put it to her ear.

He tentatively said: "Hello? This is Saotome, may I ask—?"

Immediately there was a brisk voice on the other side of the phone.

"Hi - guess who I am?"

"........."

Qingli put the phone away from her ear and turned her head to the senior next to her with a confused expression, saying, "I seem to have an auditory hallucination, otherwise why would Gojo Satoru's voice come from the phone."

Kusakabe Atsuya heard that the performance was also very cooperative, and suggested: "Me too, why don't you try to hang up the phone."

Just when the two were still deceiving themselves, Gojo Satoru's voice came from the receiver again.

"It's not an auditory hallucination, it's my super invincible and strongest Wutiao-sama! I finally got your phone number, so I called to let you know."

Shocked by his actions, Qingli reluctantly put the phone back on her ear: "What do you want my phone to do..."

"Don't you want to make friends with me? It's etiquette for friends to exchange phone numbers and names. Although you didn't tell me, my lord has a lot, so I asked myself."

The tone of the person opposite has always been confident, and there is a weird little pride in the confidence.

"Besides, I suddenly found that you are okay, and it's not impossible to get to know you."

Qingli was really surprised, she was puzzled and said: "When did I say I want to make friends with you?"

"It was when I was eating puffs on the street yesterday. Your memory is really bad."

"........."

Haruto felt that there was always a memory that was confused between him and Gojo Satoru.

Why don't you just block the phone after you end the call...

Thinking of this, he accidentally lost his mind for a few seconds, and the phone

The other side didn't hear his reply, and urged a few times impatiently.

"Why don't you talk? Don't try to block this number. Since I know your number, I can naturally reach your mobile phone."

"...I didn't. You're worrying too much. Does Wujo-kun have anything else to do? If it's okay, I'll hang up."

"You are so indifferent. I came to call you specially, but you didn't show anything at all."

Gojo Satoru immediately became dissatisfied, and Haruhito was even more puzzled when he heard that he was pretending to be pitiful.

"What should I say?"

"For example, take a picture of you when you were a girl—duh."

Qingli quickly hung up the phone, not even bothering to listen to what the other party said later.

He had a slumped face, and his mood didn't fluctuate.

I shouldn't have listened to Wutiao Satoru's nonsense, so as to waste his precious 5 minutes. This person's ability to make progress has always been very good, and there is no end to pampering the other party.

Atsushi Kusakabe noticed his ugly face and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"what happened?"

"Well...it's okay, nothing."

............

There was a busy tone of hanging up from the phone, and the three people present fell silent for a while listening to the ruthless beeping.

"He hung up."

Xia Youjie was the first to speak out, even with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

Jia Ruozi also echoed mercilessly: "Yeah, hang up, Wutiao, have you been hated?"

Gojo Satoru, who was questioned, immediately defended himself: "Nonsense! It's obviously the other party's problem! I must get his female photos to show you!"

He explained the exchange meeting to his classmates before, but they still didn't believe it. After seeing that person yesterday, he mentioned it again, and he was determined to find evidence to convince them.

And all he got in return for his bold words and lofty ambitions was the perfunctory responses from his friends.

"Yes, yes, you can."

"Damn... I will do what I say!"

Half a month later, Haruto Saotome got a new student ID card with the word "three" on it, which meant that he had been successfully promoted to a third-level warlock.

The difficulty of the task will increase accordingly, and the amount of task will increase a little.

...Although his previous missions are not lacking, it's just that it's more leisurely than high-level warlocks.

Fortunately, he still sent two or three-person missions, which can be reassuring. Single-person missions are still too early for him.

however--

Qingli didn't expect that an accident would happen on his first mission after being promoted.

"It's all my fault. If you didn't want to save me, you wouldn't be in this dangerous situation with me."

The boy tugged at his clothes helplessly, with a frowning expression on his face, looking remorseful and anxious.

Surrounded by crimson walls, it is dark and there is not much light. Touching the surface of the wall is sticky and slippery, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

—they are now imprisoned in the living realm of the spell spirit.

No, or it is more accurate to say that it is a simple field of birth.

Because the surrounding space is only a few meters square, the cramped environment is like a cage for confining livestock. The birth domain created by the magic power locks people here firmly, isolating them from the outside world.

There is no signal on the mobile phone, and there is no way to ask for help from the outside. It is unknown how long it will take until someone finds out that they have died.

The laceration on the shoulder hurt unbearably, the blood soaked the skirt, and the curse was attached to the surrounding of the wound, showing purple-black spots, as if moldy.

Qingli pressed the wound on her shoulder, a simple bandage had been done there, but her complexion was still pale due to the pain, her breathing trembled slightly as she tried to calm down, and large drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead and flowed into her collar , the back and front were soaked in cold sweat, blood and water mixed together, confusing.

Seeing a trace of pain unconsciously showing between his brows, the senior couldn't help becoming anxious, and tried hitting the inner wall with the magic tool again, but to no avail.

He had no choice but to turn back to his elementary school brother and continue to confess himself.

Qingli saw this scene in her eyes and barely maintained a calm expression.

"Speak less...keep your strength, if I didn't save you just now, you won't even have a chance to speak now."

"Okay, okay, before we go out in a while, the supervisor will notify other warlocks to send support, and we will be rescued." The senior hurriedly responded, not knowing whether he was comforting others or himself.

"Well... I hope so."

Qingli nodded, but his brows could not be relaxed. The blood flow gave him a very bad feeling. Thanks to the Warlock's physical fitness, an ordinary person might have passed out on the spot.

The person who accompanied me on this mission was a senior from the third grade. He was very nice and kind, but his only drawback was that he was prone to be indecisive and unable to make a decisive decision.

The consequence of this is that when Qingli sensed something was wrong and yelled for people to leave, the other party hesitated for two seconds and failed to withdraw in time. Pulling him away may have killed him.

Instead, Qingli was rubbed against her shoulders by the magic power, and the two fell into the trap that the magic spirit had set up at the beginning. The narrow space might be easily defeated from the outside, but the inside was extremely solid.

At least with the level of their spell power, it's hard to break through.

It is estimated that the curse spirit also knew that he could not really do anything to the two of them. It would be difficult to have a second attack after a sneak attack, so he locked them here and spent it forever.

How long has it been now, an hour?two hours?

If you don't have the energy to check the time on your phone, it will only make people feel that seconds are like years.

The wound didn't seem to be bleeding much, and Qingli also recovered some strength during the period of rest. He slowly let out a breath and slowly stood up from the ground, looking for the weak position inside the space little by little.

It's one thing to be rescued, but he doesn't want to sit still.

Bang—Qingli clenched her fist with one hand and slammed one of them hard. The shock caused by using the magic power was even more violent, and the whole space trembled.

The wound that was no longer bleeding immediately opened due to his force, and blood oozes out quickly, but Qingli didn't care, and endured the pain and persistently raised her fist again and again, focusing on one place and hitting repeatedly.

The senior who was sitting at the foot of the wall was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted. He quickly got up and attacked one place together. The wall became weak visible to the naked eye, and cracks appeared like spider webs.

Perhaps their expectations were met. When the attack did not show any effect, a crisp clicking sound suddenly sounded in the silent space, followed by a loud bang, and the wall shattered with all the cracks to form a big hole , the stones splashed out with the impact, and the two subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to see what happened in front of them.

The stones at the entrance of the cave rustled and fell, and stopped after a while, gradually revealing a tall and tall figure behind it.

The white-haired boy stood on the ruined wall and looked down, his backlit face was blurred under the glare of the sun, except for those eyes, which were still extremely bright in the dark, emitting a faint blue light.

For a moment, Haruto seemed to see a god.