Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Tsushima Reo has been quiet.

He was brought into a small room. The walls on all sides were covered with spells in black and white. The dense spells surrounded the circle, twisting like earthworms, as if they were slowly wriggling.

The lighting in this room is dim.

Hanging from the top of his head is a kerosene lamp, and the lighted wick emits a swaying dim yellow flame. Under the dim light, his figure is reflected on the dizzying spell wall, changing in size and size like a monster , flickering.

The person in charge of guarding him was a female student with shoulder-length black hair and gentle facial features. There was a tear mole in the corner of her right eye, which added a touch of charm and vividness to her.

She brought a book, and she sat on the chair at the door and was studying it carefully, with her legs together and her toes slanted against the chair legs, creating a sense of tranquility.

Reo Tsushima knew that this was Gojo Satoru's order.

Before handing him over to the female student, he heard what Gojo Satoru said to her, "Don't tell him your name, and it's best not to talk to him, the magic spell in Tsushima Reyo's body is somewhat Weird, I haven't quite figured it out yet, you better be careful. '

'Understood. The female student nodded, bent down to look at his appearance, and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows, "Come with me, don't be afraid." '

She took the initiative to hold his hand.

Warm, dry, soft, belonging to a girl's hand, the feeling of being held by her is actually not that bad.

However, this is not my brother's hand.

There is no sense of security that will not be given up again, no sense of intimacy that gradually approaches the frequency of the beating heart, no sense of familiarity that even the lines of the palm of the hand have been engraved in the heart.

She just took his hand simply to lead him to a certain place.

Tsushima Reo's hand flinched, but in the end she didn't choose to resist.

She didn't speak to him again, and Reo Tsushima didn't try to talk to her.

He chose a corner farthest from the female students in this dark and small sealed room and sat down, hugging his knees, leaning quietly against the somewhat weird spell wall.

As usual, there was neither fear nor resentment, Reo Tsushima just calmly and indifferently accepted her fate of being hung in mid-air by a spider's thread.

The room was built underground, and it was cold and damp. Occasionally, a weak gust of wind would blow out from the ventilation hole above the head, shaking the flame in the kerosene lamp.

As the lights dimmed, it became even colder.

Reo Tsushima also understood that this was most likely an illusion of his own, but he still couldn't help curling up his body even harder, gently rubbing his ears exposed to the air with both hands, trying to warm up the little flesh .

But the icy cold that gradually seeped out from the bone marrow haunted him like a lingering ghost.

Reo Tsushima didn't know how long it had passed, he just saw the female student take out the flip phone, looked down to check the information, then stood up, as if she was about to leave for a while.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a while, turned around and said to Tsushima Reo, "Don't be afraid, someone will come over in a while."

Reo Tsushima reacted dully for a while before realizing that the female student was worried that he would be scared if he was alone in a strange place.

"...Okay." Reyo Tsushima agreed slowly, and he pulled out a blunt and pale smile, and said obediently, "It's okay, you don't have to worry."

The female student nodded, carefully locked the door and left.

It's just a person, he has long been used to it.

Tsushima Reo buried her head deeply and deeply in her arms.

Panting heavily in the small, dark, thin-air space.

But why do I still feel a little lonely?

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Eiro Tsushima did not get the result he wanted.

That white-haired arrogant boy would not let go no matter what he said, and what was even more hateful was that the two assistant supervisors who came to talk to him on behalf of the upper echelon of the magic world sat next to him and were obsequious, and dared not fart in front of that boy one.

Even if he threatened to strictly approve the activities of the conjurer in the end, the boy didn't seem to be moved.

He just said indifferently, "Whatever you want."

His eyes, which are colder than the ice and snow high above the sky, stared at him through the sunglasses, and the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful arc, "As long as you don't cry and beg us when you encounter a curse in the future Just save you."

"You know people like us don't have that much time to waste on trash."

This bastard!

Tsushima Ueiro's hands on his knees were clenched suddenly, his ironed and flat suit pants were wrinkled by him, and he secretly gritted his teeth.

You must know that since he successfully stepped on the corpse of a political opponent to become a member of parliament, he has never been humiliated like this again.

There was a deep furrow between Tsushima Youweiro's eyebrows, which contained anger and humiliation. He wanted to scold the brat for his rudeness, but at the moment before the words blurted out, a flash of the words spoken by the other party.

'...Don't cry and beg us to save you after encountering a curse...'

For a split second, the overwhelming fear of not being able to understand something outweighed the shame of a shattered self-esteem.

All the anger that was about to be vented was again crushed and swallowed by Tsushima Ueiro.

He tried his best to restrain himself, showed a decent look, and then let go.

"No way, although I don't understand why you don't want to get rid of that kind of lifeless creature no matter what, but since we can't agree on this point, let's take a step back..."

"Wait a minute." Gojo Satoru suddenly sat up straight, hooked his fingers, and pulled off the round-framed sunglasses a little bit, revealing those ice-blue pupils. He said, "You bastard, just now Say who is [creature worthless to survive]?"

Perhaps Gojo Satoru's tone was so flat and gentle that Tsushima Ueiro didn't notice the danger approaching at all.

Tsushima Ueiro said unconsciously, "Although it's not very good to say so, I think the birth of Lianyang's child was a mistake." There was a trace of disgust in his eyes naturally, "As an ominous pair The birth of a child is related to such filthy things as cursing, and even killed the nanny who took care of him. He has no heart of gratitude and no mercy. Even if this kind of child grows up, he is only a disaster. Isn't it that he should die as soon as possible? Is it better for others to drop?"

"Wow~"

Gojo Satoru let out a sigh, "Although I knew what you were thinking a long time ago, but to listen to it again in person, how should I put it... um..."

He struggled and thought hard for a while, trying to find an appropriate adjective.

"what!"

Gojo Gojo hammered his palm, and smiled because he finally thought of the right words, with a cheerful smile on his face, and said the most stinging words with the most refreshing expression, "You guy, you really are a no-nonsense person!" A curable, scum that is worse than a rotten orange~"

Tsushima Ueiro's words made Gojo Satoru very upset. He was regarded as the son of God by the Gojo family since he was a child and grew up recklessly. He has always been self-willed and self-willed. After the thought of beating him up, Gojo Satoru went straight to it as a matter of course.

He maintained such a bright expression, with a smile on his face, and raised his fist at Tsushima Ueiro.

Tsushima Ueiro also realized something was wrong, his body tensed up, and he moved back in horror, even stumbled a little when he spoke, "You, what do you want to do?! I'm a member of parliament—!"

Tsushima Ueiro hadn't finished speaking when Gojo Satoru's fist landed on his face.

The face with decent and tough features was beaten into a distorted and ugly appearance, and the dirty saliva could not be restrained from flying out. I am afraid that the always handsome congressman has never been in such a embarrassed posture.

"I know——" Gojo Satoru dragged out the ending, with an excited and brutal smile on his boyish face, "—but what does it have to do with my wanting to beat you up?"

The two assistant supervisors who were sitting beside him silently just now turned pale with fright, and rushed forward at the same time, trying to stop him.

They tugged at the corner of Gojo Satoru's black school uniform jacket, and shouted in heart-piercing panic, "Gojo Satoru—!"

"Don't do anything to Mr. Senator!"

"Ah, that's not okay."

Xia Youjie, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, stood up with a smile, one hand in each hand, and easily tore off the two assistant supervisors with almost zero fighting power from Gojo Wu's body, and opened his mouth with a frivolous villain, "It's too unfair for the three of you to besiege Wu alone?"

The two assistant supervisors, who were forced to hang on Xia Youjie's arms, thrashed desperately, feeling a sense of grievance almost welling up in their hearts.

You should open your eyes and take a good look!Where are we beating him up? !

——Obviously it was Gojo Satoru who was beating the three of us alone, okay? !

However, Xia Youjie stood in front of them like an unbreakable iron wall, almost jokingly watching them doing useless work.

The two assistant supervisors watched helplessly as Gojo Satoru mercilessly beat Tsushima Ueiro to the flesh.

The scene was horrible.

After about 1 minute, the dust settled.

After going back and being reprimanded, the outcome was almost certain, and the two assistant supervisors felt ashamed. They looked at the outrageous scene in front of them helplessly and dully.

Gojo Satoru stepped on Representative Tsushima's head, and asked with a smile, "Ah, I'm sorry, I just interrupted a little bit, but I feel much more comfortable now, and we can continue talking."

And Senator Tsushima, who had fainted, lay motionless on the floor of the meeting room, the blood flowing from the fragile nasal mucosa gradually spread into a bloody pool, his face was so bruised that he couldn't see the original facial features.

……

Wait for about a second or two.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands together, and said in a very cheerful tone, "Yo Xi, very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus very smoothly and quickly, Senator Tsushima is really a very knowledgeable person!"

You are the only one who reached a consensus unilaterally!

The two auxiliary supervisors who felt that they were unlucky let out a silent roar.