My breeder is the strongest

When do people become indifferent to their surroundings?

The answer is, utterly sad...or, utterly happy.

Because I am very happy, I can be anywhere.

Because I am very happy, even if everything is illusory, I choose to turn a blind eye.

Xanadu is a paradise for people to realize their ideals.

If his guess is correct, things should be like this.

The web-weaving spider weaves beautiful dreams for human beings, and then hides its own figure in countless beautiful dreams.

"What are you talking about!" The foreman pushed Gojo Satoru away, raised his voice, and his face was full of disbelief, "We don't need that kind of thing!"

He looked at Gojo Satoru and spoke righteously.

"Everyone here lives happily and contentedly!"

The foreman took a step forward and grabbed Gojo Satoru's hands reverently.

Young Master Wutiao took half a step back without leaving a trace, without letting him realize that what he was holding was only infinity.

The eyes of the person in front of him were dull, his face twitched abnormally, like a broken humanoid machine, but his tone was full of sincerity and fanaticism, like a Caton clay puppet animation with inconsistent audio and video.

"You, you come too! Join us, join our Utopia!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Tsk." Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and shook it in disgust, "It seems that there is no hope."

He didn't want to waste any more time, turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he took a step, the people behind him changed.

The man's skin swelled up, his expression twisted further, and then, like an opened suitcase——from the midline of the back of his head, it spread out flat.

Behind the flat human skin, countless white silk threads support an ugly, swollen heart.

The mouth opened and closed into a line of human skin, and the intermittent male voice was like a radio channel with unstable signal.

"Who are you."

"..."

Gojo Satoru paused in his steps.

This situation seems to be different from what he imagined.

"I should be the one asking you that."

He shrugged and turned around.

"Or...you?"

The steaming outdoor hot spring, the souvenir shop full of chatter and laughter, and the busy kitchen.

In the huge hot spring hotel, all the people stopped suddenly—the next second, they raised their right hand blankly and grasped the midline of the back of their head.

There was a crisp sound of tearing the cloth, and the human skin unfolded, revealing the beating heart behind it.

exempt.

Gojo Satoru thought inappropriately.

This is a gang fight.

That's not all human heart.

Some have graffiti-like colors, some ooze disgusting pus, and some are distorted and swollen.

Gojo Satoru looked over the human skin in front of him, over the mountain below him, and across the vast land.

The sense of disobedience that had been covered up by the miscellaneous mantras before finally surfaced like a beach after low tide.

On the other side, in the room.

The girl in front of Gojojiu turned around, her palms met, and her palms were stretched out.

Like holding a beautiful bouquet, hold the heart in front of your chest.

In the field of vision of the six eyes, all the hearts in the entire hotel are connected to this heart with a thin spell.

Here is a web of spiders.

This is a human dream.

A dream provides a habitat for countless dreams.

The girl Shu Er grabbed the heart in her hand and pulled it forward forcefully.

Lovingly and carefully, she held her heart to her face.

It seems to be speaking to the heart, and it seems to be speaking to everyone.

"Honey, wake up."

"We have a new guest."

This fucking—could it be just level one? ? ?

Gojo Satoru didn't think he couldn't handle it, but that didn't stop him from cursing the old eyes and rotten brains of the upper class in the magic world.

This is not the level of brain water.

It must be the brain into the soy sauce.

No wonder he couldn't find the specific location of the curse spirit—isn't it, everyone here is this damn curse spirit!

Use the spell power of humans and other spell spirits to cover up your aura, and disguise the domain as unfinished.

This is not a spider, this is a fucking chameleon!

Gojo Satoru made a side kick, his arm thrust in from below, pierced through the flesh and fat, and pinched the "heart" of the "person" in front of him with his bare hands.

He leaned closer to the flat "face", "Say, where are the others?"

The face suddenly smiled strangely.

"This guest...you will know if you try it?"

The human face suddenly stretched more than twice, opened and tightened forward, Gojo Satoru pulled out the opponent's heart without hesitation, and a Cang teleported out of the attack range.

Gojo Satoru: "Hehe, follow me..."

Then, the heart exploded with a bang, and the sticky and disgusting juice blasted Gojo Satoru all over his face.

Gojo Satoru: "...fight."

Fortunately, he drove without a lower limit.

fuck.

Gojo Satoru allowed the liquid to slowly slide down one centimeter in front of him, retracted his posture, crossed his fingers, and stretched his arms expressionlessly.

If you don't get rid of this guy with your own hands today, he won't be named Wutiao!

The battle outside was fierce, but Maozizi's side was unexpectedly calm.

After Gojojiu said that, "He" was ready to launch, but the girl on the opposite side closed her clothes—suddenly, she sat down and started drinking tea.

Wujojiu:?

The unfolding is bewildering.

With his hands behind his back, he took a step forward cautiously.

"……elder sister?"

"Don't worry." The girl turned her head, picked up a crooked Japanese pottery cup, smiled and said softly, "Would you like to listen to me tell a story?"

Wujojiu: "..."

Listen to you bastard.

Wujo didn't answer for a long time, the mantra had already gathered in the air, and the moment it was about to take shape, the white spider silk condensed into spikes, dragging out two sleepy people from the closet in the room.

She's a second-year senior.

Wujojiu's movements stopped.

The spike was aimed at the heart, and the girl's tone was calm, like a set program, and she asked repeatedly.

"Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

The author has something to say: 10 minutes ago.

Ye'e said rightly: Enlightenment, go save someone

10 minute later.

Gojo Wu: Save people?Who are you saving?What saves people?

Gojo Satoru: Watch me fight to the death with you!