After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

Kanna Tsukikage could probably guess why the super curse spirit sent him that message.

The curse imposed by the spirit spell cannot be covered by the curse spirit who is also a curse. Unless he takes the initiative to remove the curse, the curse will disappear only when he dies.

But having said that, what he is worried about now is probably not this.

Kannazuki coughed up a mouthful of blood weakly.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripped on the back of the man's hand along the gap of the mask.

Kannazuki raised his head with difficulty, he could guess what kind of blow it would be to a person like Gojo Satoru who would have a compassionate heart, but he I didn't expect the other party to have such an expression.

With eyes as fierce as a wild wolf, Kannazuki Kage never thought that such an expression of extreme anger would appear on Gojo Satoru one day.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems to be excusable.

At this time, Kannazuki Kage felt that he was still big enough to think about things.

Very angry, I think it should be like this.

After all, not everyone can accept the people around him day and night, and the real face is actually a murderous curse master.

But Kannazuki was a little scared for no reason.

The hand pinching his neck was gently exerted force, the chin was lifted, and the eyes met at this moment.

What came into view were those blue eyes, if it weren't for the round pupils of humans, Kannazuki had no doubt that such eyes should belong to beasts.

My shoulder hurts even more.

The seemingly fierce force fell on his shoulders but restrained and forbearing, even his voice was hoarse.

Gojo Satoru bent down, and his 1.9-meter height easily trapped him in his arms, like a wild beast trapping a butterfly.

There was heat in his ear, and the other party leaned against his ear with an ambiguous attitude that looked like a beast biting its prey, and every word he uttered was scorching hot.

"The moon between the winds."

The system's notification tone has not sounded since just now, but Kannazuki knows that he cannot die here.

"Desolate Skeleton!"

The huge skeleton suddenly raised the blade in its hand.

The no-lower-limit technique unfolded to the extreme at this moment, before the blade of Huangkuu had time to touch him, he was completely crushed by the instantaneous "Spell Reversal. Heh".

Although there is only a few seconds of blocking, it is enough.

Although Kanna Tsukikage vaguely felt that it was immoral for him to run away by grabbing people's weaknesses, but if he died here directly, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

"Essence-enchanting technique—hidden."

……

Gojo Satoru looked up at the person who was about to disappear in front of him.

So clean, yet slender and frail like a wisp of smoke.

In his mind, it seemed that something was about to be completely broken, and a voice in his heart frantically prevented him from reaching out, preventing him from completely erasing the person in front of him.

Just a moment of stupefaction, the person in front of him has disappeared in the raging flames.

"You actually let that curse master go?!" It was Zenyuan Naoya's exasperated voice, "Aren't you known as the strongest special class, a curse master of that level is nothing to you, why did you let him go! "

"Gojo Satoru, when you become a magician, you have no way out."

"I don't care about the relationship between that person and you. I only know that person is a curse master. Didn't you also see the ghost behind him? It takes tens of thousands of lives to refine it. How dare you let it go?" Leave such a person!"

"Bang—" Chanyuan Naoya felt himself being slapped against the wall hard.

"You are really annoying, brat from the Chanyuan family."

"I'm in a bad mood right now." Gojo Satoru slowly let go of his hand.

"So don't make noise in my ears. I will explain this matter to the higher-ups myself, and it's not your turn to point fingers."

With that, he turned and left.

Regardless of the eyes or thoughts of the other conjurers present, he returned to the high school in silence, Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at his silent appearance and did not speak.

"Teacher Ye Moth, I can't do it." He lowered his eyes and pulled off the blindfold

"I see." Ye Mozheng said, reaching out and patted his shoulder lightly.

As a teacher and as a senior, he is very clear about what happened just now means to his students.

"I will report this matter to the higher-ups."

"But, Wu, don't meddle in this matter anymore." Ye Mo Zhengdao remembered the questioning from the high-level that he had just received.

He didn't know why the higher-ups took it so seriously, but as a teacher, he had to protect his students.

"The matter of Kazama Moon will be handled by other conjurers."

"Do you know what he said when he went away?"

"He said he was sorry." Gojo Satoru looked down at his blood-stained hands.

It was the hand that had held that man's life in it.

He could have killed him, but in the end he didn't.

Gojo Satoru recalled the hot but fragile touch touched by his fingertips.

The softest corner of my heart tightened slowly without warning, and every inch of the tightened flesh uncontrollably spread a sour dull pain.

[Gojo Satoru, I will not hate you. 】

Yoshino Junpei woke up amidst the commotion of the crowd.

The memory before coma stays in the strange smile of that special curse spirit. He knows that he has made a fatal mistake from the very beginning. Teacher Kazama.

By the way... Teacher!

Yoshino Junpei struggled to get up from the ground.

Where is the teacher... Teacher...

"Da—" Something fell to the ground as he got up.

A terrible premonition swept through his mind at this moment, and Yoshino Junpei held the round bead in his trembling hands. It felt slightly cold and slippery, and his hands were stained with blood.

This is not a bead, this is an eye.

The blue-purple pupils are the teacher's eyes.

Yoshino Junpei turned his head abruptly.

In the dizzy vision, the dazzling green was overwhelming, and the billowing heat wave wrapped him up silently.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

There was a commotion in the crowd behind him, as if someone was calling his name.But he didn't even have the strength to turn around.

He is in so much pain.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

It's just bursts of heart-piercing pain, the dry throat is hot, and the mouth is full of blood.

"You can't go there!" A conjurer rushed up behind him, trying to pull him back, "That curser is dangerous, you can't go there—"

"Teacher, he is not a curse master!" He stubbornly broke away from the person who wanted to grab him, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out of his throat.

"Don't stop me..." Yoshino Junpei tremblingly pushed away the hand of the person blocking him, and the cold blue Yodotsuki suddenly appeared behind him.

What can you understand.

The teacher is not wrong, the wrong person is him from the beginning to the end.

It was he who made the teacher look like this.

"Teacher... Kazama-sensei..."

The figure in the flames seemed to have sensed his approach, turned his head, and looked at him quietly with the only remaining eye.

Peaceful, with no resentment at all, let alone reproachful eyes.

"It's okay, the teacher didn't blame you."

A hand landed lightly on his forehead.

It was the same gentle gesture that comforted him when he was being bullied.

"Pa—" the sound of flames burning.

The blue-colored will-o'-the-wisp rose sharply in an instant, with such an overwhelming momentum, the eyes were full of dazzling blue-green.

He heard hoarse cries.

In the burning firelight, floating in the air, little by little from blurred to clear.

But he couldn't care about these anymore.

He watched the man fall in the flames, like a crane with its wings broken.

His whole world, his life just fell into the blue fire, dissipated into a handful of ashes, and dissipated into a wisp of scorching smoke.

"Teacher, I was wrong, teacher..."

With a hoarse voice, he rushed into the hot fire, and the fire with deep resentment burned his hands into bones.

But he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

He just wanted to reach out and grab the person who was about to disappear in the flames.

"I'm sorry teacher... Please..."

The silver-white hair just flowed through his hands and disappeared without a trace.

Yoshino Junpei watched as he completely disappeared from sight. Tears flowed uncontrollably from the eyes of the person guarded by the blue will-o'-the-wisp.

"Ah——!!!" The shikigami behind him completely ran away at this moment, and the cold blue jellyfish swelled into a huge monster, attacking everything around it indiscriminately.

"What do you know..."

That person used to be my hope of living, and I have lived for him until now, no matter whether it is the bullying of those people for no reason or life, I have not broken me, no matter how painful it is, I have not given up the hope of living.

I just want to watch him live well...

I just want him to live well...

I don't expect anything, I don't want anything, I... just want this person I cherish to live well in this world.

Yoshino Junpei felt a pain in the back of his neck, and Xia Youjie stood behind him with a cold light in his eyes without any emotion.

Yoshino Junpei could feel his consciousness being pulled away, and his vision began to blur.

He had never hated his own weakness so much as now.

With these weak hands, at the critical moment, even the people who are important to you can't do it

Even his wishful protection became the last straw that pushed the other party into the abyss and completely crushed him.

When Kannazuki woke up, she found herself lying in a strange room.

His brain is still in chaos until now, and the position of his left eye is piercingly painful. He can only vaguely remember that the last thing he saw before he passed out was Rashomon who suddenly appeared behind him.

He used the power of the desolate skull to teleport himself a short distance, and output mana power at a high intensity, and he fell into a coma as a result.If Mo Xuluo hadn't arrived in time to take him away, he would be found by a conjurer who was good at tracking soon.

Kannazuki breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Mo Xuluo who saved him, or in other words, it was Gojo Wujo who set him free.

After all, the domain "Boundless Space" built on the basis of the six eyes is an existence that surpasses the limit of human power and is close to a god.If Gojo Satoru wanted to keep him, even if Huang Kulu and Mo Xuluo worked together, it would be impossible for him to have a chance to take him away.

"Lord God!"

Sensing his waking up, Mimiko who was guarding the bed hurriedly stepped forward: "Are you all right? My lord."

They were all surprised when Moxuluo came back with a bloody person, because they knew that the only one who could protect Moxuluo like this was the god who saved them from suffering.

Although the appearance changed, they knew that Mo Xuluo would not mistake him for the god who had followed him for thousands of years.

Kannazuki sat up from the bed with difficulty, and the movement of getting up involved the wound on the eye socket, and the bandage covering the left eye soon oozes bright red blood stains.

"Master Shenming!" Nanako's panicked voice came.

Kannazuki didn't speak, just shook his head.

The price of "returning from death" is far more than just one eye. In order to reverse Xia Youjie's fate, the Bafu Xuehua Curse took his life as the price for casting the spell, but now, he uses his own eyes as the price The medium exchanged Junpei's life, and the price for the resurrection of the dead was an indelible curse imposed on him.

Kannazuki gently reached out to touch his empty left eye.

If he guessed right, the wound would never heal.

It will fester, bleed, and ache until the day it dies completely in this curse.

However, it doesn't matter.

"My lord, are you okay?" Nanako knelt by the bed and looked at him nervously.

Kannazuki looked at the two girls who had grown up, feeling a little dazed for no reason.

"Don't worry about me." Kannazuki waved Nanako and Mimiko to leave.

Soon he was the only one left in the huge room. Kannazuki Kyou took off the bandages on his face, and the eye sockets without eyes were dripping with blood, which would bleed when he moved a little.

"System, are you there?"

Unexpectedly, this time there was no response in his ears.

Kannazuki ignored its silence,

"You shouldn't be a simple game." Kannazuki said to the air on his own.

In fact, he should have guessed it long ago.

In the first dungeon, he could read files infinitely, because at that time he was in the body of a god and could use the power of death return jade. Later, his real body and death return jade were sealed together in Shura Ghost Prison, and the god reincarnated The body can only retain a small part of the strength.And in the second and third dungeons after that, he subconsciously seemed to have completely forgotten that this is a game that can be archived and loaded, and he was obsessed with completing the tasks given to him by the system.

In fact, these two so-called copies cannot be read at all.

Because this is not a game from the beginning to the end.

"I have vaguely felt a little strange since the second copy." Kannazuki said.

"It stands to reason that if this is really a game, everything that happens in this world should be under your control. But you failed to foresee Junpei's death."

"If I'm not wrong, it's not that you didn't give any hints on purpose, but that your ability to foresee the future has reached its limit."

Kannazuki looked up, and looked into the void with the remaining eye.

"Am I right, my lord?"

"Om—" A vague electronic sound rang in my ears.

The flowing time froze at the moment his voice fell, and the dazzling snow-white spread under him, and the whole room became snow-white in the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, it was discovered." A familiar voice was no different from his.

The person who appeared in mid-air was wearing a white kimono, covered with a snow-white feather.

Snow-haired blue eyes, black and white clouds and cranes painted on the snow-white feathers.

Kannazuki thinks he can touch all the truths.

All of this will soon reveal the mystery in front of him.

"Tell me, what is all this?" Kannazuki slowly calmed down, "Don't lie to me, you know we are the same person."

A moment of silence.

"It's just a curse." Said the god suspended in mid-air.

"When I sealed the Asura Ghost Prison thousands of years ago, those conjurers took away my eyes and part of my blood, and indirectly obtained my power from them. The Gojo family assimilated my eyes, and the Kamo family drank my blood. The blood, the Zenyuan family stripped out the spell from my blood to control the shikigami through the shadow, and the Gomaki family learned the incantation."

"But whether human beings or curse spirits, the power of gods is too strong for them, and there is a price to pay for forcibly containing them, just like heaven and curses, which are punishments from the rules of heaven."

"The human beings who took away my power regarded the punishment imposed on them by the law of heaven as my resentment, thinking that I would come back to take back the power that was taken away, so they cursed me with their greed."

"Then these copies..."

"This is the price." The god lowered his eyes slightly, and the snow-white wings spread behind him, his posture was like a crane.

Kannazuki felt as if something suddenly rushed into his mind.

Countless painful, sweet memories that make the gods who have been alone for thousands of years indulge in deep memories.

"It has nothing to do with those human curses. That is the price I have to pay for not being able to respond to that child's love and watching him die for me time and time again."

"What do you mean?" Kannazuki was stunned.

As if he had touched some extremely painful memory, his eyes turned sour, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"This is what we owe and must be repaid." The god lowered his eyes and showed a relieved smile.

"That child didn't even think about getting anything from me until his death. He just put all his eggs in one basket and passionately admired me, a god who was bound by the seal of greed. He wanted to save me and set me free, even if the price was his life. "

"But it's so unfair"

"So I cursed myself."

"I curse myself that I will appear by his side for life after life to protect him from disasters, and then I will miss him for life after life."

Kannazuki mirror felt like he had fallen into a deep dream.

It was as if something that had always been dusty was shattered violently, and the flying fragments fell like snowflakes in his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he was lying on a black lumber tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Someone gently tugged at the hem of his drooping feathers and called him. The voice was a little childish, but very familiar.

He turned his head sharply.

There was a boy who looked exactly like Gojo Satoru standing behind him, holding blood-stained eyeballs in his hand, his eyes were bloody, but he had a relieved smile on his face.

He said, "Master God, I will give you my eyes back."

"The greed of your ancestors caused you to suffer so much. I'm really sorry." He coughed up blood weakly with downcast eyes, but the words he said were full of enthusiasm and love so strong that it feared no death.

"So leave quickly, I won't let those people seal you there again."

"I will guard you until I die."