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Lin Ye opened the fan and found that the fan number displayed on it was "99".

Gojo Satoru also quietly came over to take a look: "Oh, I thought it would be two or three hundred, did I steal your limelight?"

Lin Ye: "...let's solve the troubles in front of us first."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh? Trouble? Where is the trouble?"

"You guys... that's enough," my grandson Daxiong couldn't resist the urge to fight, and growled at the curse that had grown to the size of a puppy on the ground, "Go, ear nightmare!"

The earmare seemed to understand the command, and it instantly expanded in size, like a giant spider occupying the alley.

Gojo Satoru just took half a step forward when he was suddenly stopped by Lin Ye, "I'll do this, you have a more difficult task."

Although the number of new fans was lower than he expected, he could still feel the undercurrent of power in the hand holding the handle of the fan, which was much stronger than last time, so he wanted to try to make gestures first.

Gojo Satoru became interested: "Oh? What mission?"

"Go save your fans, Fen Meili."

Wujo Wu let out a "tsk", then jumped lightly, and rushed to the place where Huo Xun gathered like a shooting star in the dark night.

At the same time, Dementia also suddenly launched an attack, stabbing at the place where Lin Ye was staying with its huge fangs.

Lin Ye pulled out his folding fan and swung it at the enemy, making a crisp sound of metal colliding, but the fangs didn't break, not even a crack.

Lin Ye, whose hands were numb from the shock, had no choice but to retreat in a hurry, but Ermao took advantage of the victory and pursued, attacking several times in succession, forcing Lin Ye to the wall, and there was no way out.

"Hey, boy, try to penetrate the magic power into the fan, don't rely on physical skills and always use brute force." Gojo Satoru had already dealt with Huo Xun, leaned on the lamppost at the other end, and gently stroked his hand The shivering Fen Meili didn't even raise her eyes to look at Lin Ye, "It would be embarrassing to be killed by a mere first-level curse."

Lin Ye heard that the energy in his body was operating, perhaps because of the critical situation that stimulated his small universe, and actually established a channel of magic power from the body to the folding fan.

Blessed to his heart, Lin Ye took advantage of the moment when the opponent stood up high and was about to attack, and threw out the fan in his hand. This time, the rapidly spinning folding fan actually drew a light blue arc in the dark night, just as it cut into the ear. At the moment of Yan's back, Lin Ye clenched his fist again, allowing more force to penetrate fiercely.

Sure enough, when the folding fan pierced out from the abdomen of the earmare, its entire body shattered into countless pieces, as if a small explosion had just occurred inside the body.

But Lin Ye's breath was unstable, and the folding fan with insufficient stamina did not return to his hand, but was picked up by Gojo Satoru in the distance.

Nightmares, died at the age of three and a half.

"Why...how did you learn so quickly?" My grandson Daxiong's voice trembled, he couldn't believe what he just saw, "Aren't you fired too?"

Lin Ye: "To be honest, I have just found the direction of my efforts."

My grandson Nobita covered his head and knelt down: "No...impossible...you are lying to me...you clearly have the strength of a first-class conjurer!"

His eyes were red, and he burst out with a ferocious and crazy arrogance, "Go to hell, you guys with extraordinary talents, go to hell!"

Immediately afterwards, he took out the knife and slashed frantically on his arm. The blood spurted out, forming a scarlet fountain in the air. At the top of the fountain, there was a layer of black air. It was obvious that there was something serious about it. The curse is taking shape.

Lin Ye was surprised, but without the fan in his hand, he could only adopt the only posture he could think of to meet the enemy.

The black mist gathered in an instant, forming a huge fist, roaring towards the forest.

With no time to react, Lin Ye could only rely on instinct: "Lunch and punch!"

Can stand to receive this blow.

My grandson Daxiong didn't mean to stop at all, he changed his arm and continued to scratch himself crazily, and he has fallen into a state of madness.

Borrowing, the second black giant palm also came over.

"Horse stance strike!"

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

"Counterattack hook kick!" "False step to cut ribs!"

Under the blessing of the magic power circulating around Lin Ye, the Chinese secret art military body boxing has achieved an outstanding effect of 1+1>2!

Hei Zhang was restrained for a moment, stopped his onslaught, and drifted in the surrounding air.

It was the momentary gap given by the opponent that Lin Ye found the enemy's weakness——

But just when he was about to give my grandson Nobita a fatal blow with the "flicking the crotch and pushing the elbow", suddenly, he saw a small figure flashing in the black shadow in front of him, Lin Ye lost his mind, "Taro Tanaka? "

A second on the battlefield can decide everything, and seven or eight big hands are overwhelmingly pressing towards Lin Ye in the blink of an eye, but he resolutely chooses to fly forward to protect the bewildered Tanaka Taro.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, several blue lights flashed.

In the next second, the heavy black mist dissipated instantly.

"This... how come... this is obviously my most satisfying work..." My grandson Daxiong was in great pain, but in the next second, he tore his wound even more frantically, "No! My spell, Not so weak..."

A pair of big hands covered his blood-soaked arms.

It is Wujo Satoru.

"Hey, it's normal that I can't beat me," Gojo Satoru lightly raised the blindfold, revealing his clear eyes, "Only by saving your life can you have the possibility to fight me in the future."

"Besides, your spells have improved a lot compared to three years ago."

Nobita showed disbelief in his eyes: "Is it true?"

Gojo Satoru: "When have I ever lied to someone?"

"Wait for me... wait for me to improve a little bit, I must let the curse Gao bow down to me..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly changed back to a serious expression: "This is why you were fired, don't you understand?"

"Shouldn't the goal be to become the strongest? Teacher, this is what you taught me..."

"Oh, it seems that you don't understand me at all, so sad." Gojo Satoru whistled, "Forget it, let that guy Noctua tell you the rest."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru knocked Nobita unconscious with a knife in his hand, held it in his hand, and then turned to Lin Ye and said, "I'm leaving first, take good care of that kid, and don't forget to make me dessert later."

"Okay." Hayano picked up the frightened Tanaka Taro, looked at Gojo Satoru, thoughtfully, "Hello!"

"how?"

"I can't see that you are... pretty deep."

"Of course." Gojo Satoru resumed his usual arrogant smile, and handsomely spread out his fan and waved lightly, "Iamateacher!"

There are completely two atmospheres in the theater and in the alley.

On the stage, Knotaba Yuhito, who was temporarily arrested to perform, has been singing with all his strength.

Fu Heihui stood aside, his expression so cold that he almost wrote "I am completing the task of the teacher" written on his face.

The audience was full of laughter——Kojohito Yujin’s terrible singing voice and his extremely intoxicated expression are like a joke, and Fu Heihui’s reaction [Human Indifference.jpg] is even more like an upright person It's just a disguise.

Audience: This couple is so cute.

Fu Hei: In beauty alone, don't bother me.

Because it was the first performance to be resumed in more than half a year, Daixiang Tanaka did not dare to watch it anyway, so he sent his wife Yuko to investigate the situation.Even though Yoko had extremely distrusted Lin Ye before, she still showed up with the lowest expectations.

Unexpectedly, the situation at the scene far exceeded her imagination.

Looking at the young man performing hard on the stage, Yuko's eyes were instantly moistened—this was a scene she hadn't seen in many years. Hearing the bursts of laughter, it seemed that she had returned to the happiest time at home two years ago.

So Yuko wanted to find Lin Ye. Although she couldn't say thank you, she felt too nasty, but she could make a little insinuation, such as a salary increase or something.

But she walked around the backstage and couldn't find Lin Ye's figure. When she turned around again, she was shocked when she found that her son was gone.

As soon as her mood fell to the bottom, she searched and inquired everywhere like a lost soul, stumbled all the way to the back alley, looked up, and was stunned.

The whole street was soaked in darkness, only a street lamp cast a dim light, illuminating the figures of two people, one big and one small below.

Lin Ye hugged Taro Tanaka tightly, put his head on his shoulder, shook it gently, and patted his fleshy back rhythmically with his hands.

After walking half a step closer, Yuko Tanaka heard Lin Ye humming an old nursery rhyme:

"Sleep, baby, the wind is not blowing, the clouds are not floating, the blue sky is quiet..."

Although Yuko couldn't understand the meaning of the foreign lyrics, she could hear the tune filled with a touch of sadness. Lin Ye's voice was excellent, and the notes sang melted into the dark night like water.

Tanaka Yuko was full of emotions in her heart, and wanted to go forward to thank her, but even if she was as incomprehensible as her, she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, because Lin Ye's singing contained more complicated emotions than coaxing children, as if she was feeling something , and seemed to be thinking about something.

So, after thinking about it, Yuko still didn't step forward, but took out her mobile phone to record this wonderful moment, and decided to share it with her closest family members.

Late at night, in the Tokyo Spark Newspaper office.

A bald man who was choosing a topic for the next entertainment edition suddenly brightened his eyes after receiving a message from his sister.