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

Qingli stretched out her thumb and tried to press the dry wound on her lower lip, and immediately hissed again, and she could still taste a little bit of blood when the tip of her tongue brushed over it.

Ah...it hurts.

The taste in the mouth has not dissipated.

He covered his mouth and didn't want to speak. From the corner of his eye, he glanced vaguely at Gojo Satoru, who seemed to be nothing. The other party received his gaze and looked over carelessly, not thinking that there was anything wrong with his previous behavior.

Qingli had no choice but to shift her gaze disheveledly, and landed on the dead body wrapped in white cloth that Gojo Satoru was holding up horizontally.

There, is Riko Tenuchi.

The girl who was still lively and bright when she said goodbye to herself during the day turned into a temperatureless corpse in a blink of an eye.

"If I had known earlier, I should have punched that steward in the face a few more times."

He was in a gloomy mood and muttered inarticulately, as if talking to himself.

No matter how ambiguous the words were, Gojo Satoru, who was a magician with excellent hearing ability, still heard it, and he asked back, "So, why don't you do this?"

It seemed that the previous excitement had passed, and now the aura around him had settled down, appearing extremely calm.

But Qingli knew that this tranquility was just an appearance, and no one knew the real situation.

Standing behind them were two rows of followers of the Panxing Sect, each with a happy smile on their faces, as if they were applauding for this tragedy that ended with a grand curtain, and sent them off warmly.

In contrast, Wujo Wukong's face is blank, and his voice has no ups and downs, as if he is indifferent to everything around him.

"It doesn't matter if you kill them, such as these guys behind me."

"........."

Seeing Wujo Wujo like this, Haruto lost her voice and was stunned in place, only to feel something humming in her head for a moment, the tide-like clapping echoed in her ears continuously, like the sound of magic pouring into her brain, very ear-piercing.

An indescribable feeling of nausea surged into his heart, he covered his mouth and nose, and subconsciously wanted to say something, but the moment he spoke, he touched the wound that was about to congeal at the corner of his mouth, the sudden pain brought him back to his senses, and he realized I realized how outrageous my thoughts just now were.

"That's too much trouble."

Haruto closed her eyes, and pressed the throbbing temples with the heels of her palms.

"Leave them alone, let's go quickly, it's so dirty here."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru stared deeply at Qingli for a while, with no emotion in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly he turned to the door, and with a squeak, the door opened in response, and Xia Youjie who had rushed over as soon as the treatment was finished, walked in.

Xia Youjie was stunned when he saw the two people standing in the room, his expression was strange as if he saw something incomprehensible.

"You..." What happened?

He frowned, and he didn't ask the second half of the sentence after all, but the expression completely betrayed his thoughts at this time.

However, the two people present didn't care about the bewilderment on his face, and kept saying inappropriate words.

"It's so slow, Jay."

"Mr. Xia You is late, we are leaving."

"........."

It was obviously a very serious occasion, but Xia Youjie inexplicably felt an urge to rush up and punch someone.

He endured the irritability he felt, and strode forward. After recognizing the person in Gojo Satoru's arms, he stared at him for a while without a word, then took a deep breath with difficulty, and covered his face wearily.

Looking at this scene, Qingli sniffed and said lightly: "I'll go out first."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at Gojo Satoru, turned around and walked towards the door, leaving space for the two of them to get along alone, while he went straight to the lawn outside the headquarters of the Panxing Sect.

The ground outside the house is in a mess, the lawn is lifted up due to the external force, the decorative pillars and exquisite facilities collapsed and collapsed, turning into a pile of expensive industrial waste, if it is decorated, it must be a big deal cost of.

Walking a few meters further, the burly man with half of his body missing was still sitting leaning against the wall, his limbs became stiff and heavy after death, and the shocking blood stains under his body had also turned dark.

Haruto approached without any discomfort, squatted down, raised his hand to lift his hanging bangs, carefully looked at the other person's face, as if to confirm whether he was really dead.

And there is no doubt that, with that kind of serious injury, without the treatment of reversal surgery, he would definitely die.

After a while, Haruhi withdrew his hand silently, and when he got up, he suddenly found that the corpse was still holding a string of chains in his right hand, and a hoko-shaped weapon was hanging at the end of the chains.

At first he didn't notice it, he just thought it was an ordinary weapon, but now that he was getting close, Haruna could feel the huge spell power attached to the chain and the hoko, it seemed that it was a high-level spell tool.

Hmm... Since everyone is dead, it's not too much for him to recycle the magic tools, right?

Intuition told myself that this is a good thing.

Thinking of this, Qingli snatched the chain from the dead body without saying a word, and her movements were smooth and smooth without any psychological burden, but for some reason, there seemed to be something sticky on the chain, which made her feel very sick.

The brain diverged to some strange associations, Haruna frowned, and wrapped the chain around the hoko casually with some disgust, and couldn't find a place to put it on the left or right, so he had to endure the sticky touch in his hand.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

When Qingli was still searching for other things that could be left behind, Xia Youjie, who was in a good mood, and Wujo Wu, who was holding Tiannei's body, had already come out of the door. Seeing him lying next to the corpse and not knowing what he was doing, he couldn't help asking.

Qingli turned her head and pointed at the one who was dead but would be touched by herself.

"I'm picking up equipment, isn't that obvious? Just like the monsters in the game will drop rewards after they die, I'm picking up the loot left by this person."

Hearing this wonderful metaphor, Gojo Satoru was thoughtful: "Oh——Qing Li, you played the game badly, but I didn't expect that some operations are quite clear."

Haruhi: "..."

He was full of evil, and sincerely asked Xia Youjie who was also speechless by the trash talk: "Can I beat him up?"

"Why do you ask me?" Xia Youjie looked strange. Although he was happy to see Qicheng's little friend being beaten, he still reminded him friendly, "There is no lower limit to enlightenment, you can't beat him."

"...That's right, I'll just think about it."

Regarding his sudden question, Xia Youjie joked bitterly, "What? You finally see Wu's true face and can't stand him?"

Qingli frowned and pondered, thinking about how to explain, he hesitated: "That's not true, but don't you think Wu is a bit too free now?"

And I really felt personally attacked just now.

Xia Youjie clicked his tongue and agreed, "Indeed."

"I heard what you said. It's really blatant to speak ill of me in front of my face."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Gojo Satoru finally protested dissatisfied. He accused: "Xiao Qingli, don't learn this from Jie."

It's none of my business.

Xia Youjie cursed secretly in his heart, but thanks to this sentence as a buffer, his friend's eyes gradually gained popularity, without the creepy feeling before.

On the other hand, Saotome was still obsessed with picking up dead bodies, and I don't know where he got so interested, but at least he returned to normal.

No, pulling corpses should not be considered normal.

"By the way, what did you take?"

"This." Qingli shook the magic tool in her hand and showed it to Xia Youjie, but found that the other party's face turned green when he saw it, and Gojo Wu's expression on the other side was also very subtle, but not as Xia Youjie. Jay's reaction was so great.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Gojo Satoru answered his doubts first: "It's a big problem, do you know that this thing stabbed me, it can forcibly cancel the magic formula in use, it is a very tricky thing, I just put it out when I thought about it It's going to be destroyed."

Qingli suddenly realized, showing a clear look, and had no intention of giving it to him at all.

"So that's the case, even Wu can be hurt. It seems that my vision is not bad, so I will accept it bluntly."

Xia Youjie was puzzled: "Don't you have one?"

"But that's not a spell tool that comes with spell power, it's just a weapon that can carry spell power. This kind of one is very rare, even if it's not much in our school's reserve, it's better not to waste it."

Qingli said: "Anyway, you two long-distance mages don't need magic tools, why don't you give them to me, I won't use this to stab you again."

"...the joke is not funny at all."

Xia Youjie said with lingering fear that he almost had a stress disorder with this weapon.

However, this act of plucking the wild goose's hair really made him feel a little funny, but after thinking about it, he also subdued a low-level curse spirit on the way here, which was the arsenal domesticated by the dead man in front of him. There is a sense that the unfilial children divide up the family property after the death of the old father.

Xia Youjie was startled, and hurriedly threw this terrifying thought out of his mind.

Just as he was about to change the subject and urge everyone not to delay here, he saw some blood stains near Qingli's chin. Xia Youjie hurriedly changed the subject, clicked on his corresponding place, and said.

"Saotome, you have blood here."

"Did you get hurt?" he asked.

Hearing the question, Qingli let out a trance, and quickly rubbed her chin with the back of her finger, and as expected, she found that the wound at the corner of her mouth opened again at some point, and blood dripped out intermittently.Because of the pain all the time, I didn't notice it for a while.

Qingli dug out a tissue from her pocket to press the wound, staring at a certain smiling culprit with resentful eyes, the latter still had that indifferent attitude, making her angry and helpless.

So he exposed the truth blankly: "It was bitten by Wu."

Gojo Satoru, who was always enthusiastic when this topic was mentioned, admitted generously: "Yeah, I was bitten."

Xia Youjie: "......"

Xia Youjie chuckled, and said with disgust, "Thank you, I don't want to know such details."