[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

"If I don't guess the last horse race, I'll agree to one condition of yours. If I guess it, you have to agree to one condition of mine unconditionally."

Fushiguro Shigeki cracked his knuckles, making a crisp sound.

"I never accept blank checks. Tell me the exact details before you decide whether to place the bet."

He had been here for a long time and was getting tired of playing along with her. "Maybe Miss Huai can try something more certain to get some happiness."

Huailiang raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"How about supporting me?"

Huai Liang would never admit that he had a moment of hesitation.

God have mercy on her. She has served in the army in her hometown for ten years, but there is not a single sentry who can match her!

If she didn't have the combination fever that most guides have, she would have been thrown into prison for raping a sentinel.

Who could believe that she had never eaten meat in her life for more than 20 years?

Huai Liang calmed down and was determined not to be tempted by male beauty. He said, "I don't even have 3000 million, let alone 8000 million to support Shen Erjun."

Hearing this, his emerald green pupils instantly dimmed a little.

3000 million was the deposit that Pan Xing gave him for the commission to kill the Star Plasma, and it has already been poured into the black market.

Drive those small curse-casters to consume Gojo Satoru's energy, forcing him to continue to maintain the unlimited technique.

The 8000 million is the final payment that Panxing Sect needs to pay him after the matter is completed.

I didn't expect that all my actions were controlled by the little girl in front of me?

"That can't be helped. The most important thing in our line of work is to keep our word."

He decided to speak frankly, "I have already accepted the commission and used up the deposit."

"Or you can just kill me. That way you don't have to worry about the Astral Plasma being killed by me."

"Want to try it?"

At this point, Huai Liang thought that the other party had invited him to a duel.

Glancing at the crowd of people passionately betting on horses, this is not a good place to start a fight.

While he was hesitating, the other party stood up quickly and walked towards the gate of the horse farm.

"Or, you can bet on something else."

Huai Liang also stood up and followed without hesitation.

After a few glances, the two turned left and right and walked into an alley.

The mottled and damp moss climbing on the dirty ground, the peeling wall paint, and the cracked walls all indicate that this is a remote place with few people.

"This kid from the technical college is really brave."

Fushiguro Shiji took out a Colt Python from his baggy trouser pocket and slowly put a bullet into the magazine.

The slender and powerful fingertips turned the wheel, and the magazine rotated and reset.

“Russian Roulette, ever heard of it?”

Huai Liang narrowed her eyes and watched the other party's slow movements. There was no sense of urgency in gambling his life at all. He was calm and elegant.

Only then did she realize that the other person had a pair of particularly beautiful emerald green eyes, which were long and narrow with slightly upturned corners.

When he looks at people, there always seems to be some seductiveness in him.

But this was neutralized by his strong physique that gave off a sense of oppression.

Like a napping feline predator, no one would doubt his aggressiveness and destructive power.

At this point, she raised her hand and signaled, "You go first."

"boom--"

The bullet flew through the air at high speed, making a dull sound.

The imagined scene of the black head bursting like a watermelon did not occur.

At the moment the bullet was fired from the muzzle, Fushiguro Shige's figure left only a shadow in the air, and he flexibly avoided the trajectory of the bullet.

"It's just terrible luck."

The slightly hot gun barrel brushed against his temples, and Fushiguro Shier grinned and chuckled silently, "Sure enough, Kong Shiyu is right. I can't win any activity that involves gambling on luck."

"I can only be honest and make money by my own ability."

Huai Liang said dissatisfiedly: "Let me remind you, Shen Erjun, you cheated."

Fushiguro Shier shrugged nonchalantly: "I didn't say I couldn't dodge bullets, maybe Miss Huai thinks it's better for me to agree to one condition of yours--"

"Killing me is the only way to solve the problem once and for all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huai Liang emerged from the shadow behind the other person and attacked the back of the other person's head with a dragon scale dagger in his hand.

"Qiang!"

There was a crisp sound as sharp blades clashed, and the black dagger in her hand was blocked by a weapon of strange shape.

The other end of the weapon was connected to the...mouth of an ugly cursed spirit.

"Ah, nice skills."

After missing the first attack, Huai Liang dodged through the narrow wall and in just a few seconds, he swiped, stabbed, poked and chopped at the target more than a dozen times, but all were resolved one by one.

She quickly analyzed that she had no advantage in physical skills at all, and her opponent was a monster in terms of strength, speed, and fighting skills.

Even though he doesn't have any cursed power at all, he's terrifyingly strong just by virtue of his physical talents.

"Then it's my turn."

Huai Liang only felt a flash before her eyes, and a huge impact force instantly hit her. The strong sense of crisis forced her to subconsciously call for the Kraken.

"Hey--"

The phantoms of several thick blue tentacles blocked the cold weapon that attacked her heart at a tricky angle.

When the tentacles and weapons came into contact, there was a teeth-grinding sound of metal hitting stone, and a shallow mark was left on the seemingly soft tentacles.

Huailiang felt an electric-like noise coming from his ears, and his temple felt like it was pricked by a needle, causing severe pain.

This is a typical manifestation of damage to the spiritual body, which has backfired on her.

Fushiguro Shiro found it very interesting: "Tentacle? I can actually see it... It's not a cursed spirit or a shikigami, how interesting."

Huailiang supported the wall behind her with one hand. The needle-like pain became more and more intense. She raised her head with a frosty face.

He clenched his teeth and suppressed the anger and murderous intent rising in his chest: "I will remember you."

After saying this, she activated her shadow-traveling teleportation ability and fled in a panic.

……

Astral plasma, downstairs from Tenriko's residence.

Xia Youjie sat on a chair in the community garden, and the dim street lights cast a hazy warm light at an angle.

He held a cigarette in one hand and kept checking his cell phone inbox with the other, but there were no new text messages.

Resisting the urge to call Huai Liang, he took a deep breath of the pungent tobacco smell, frowned, and uncontrollably looked at the phone screen for the 78th time.

He heard footsteps approaching from afar. He looked up and saw a girl in a light linen casual summer outfit slowly walking out of the shadows.

Almost at the moment when he saw those silver-gray eyes clearly, Xia Yujie suddenly stood up.

Perhaps realizing that his movements were too big, he lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette to cover up.

Then, he smiled at the other party pretending to be relaxed: "I'm back. Is everything going well?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the other person's body implicitly, not even sparing his fingers.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no obvious injuries.