You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

The incantation of the dog curly thorn takes effect as soon as it is exported, and the continuous incantation power is transmitted from him, wrapping you layer by layer like a cocoon.

With the protection of the spell, even if you fall from such a high place, you will not necessarily be injured, but the dog curly thorn is different. His spell cannot protect two people at the same time, and his eyes are full of determination when he looks at you.

Finally, he covers your eyes with his hands.

The warm palms were stained with sweat, and he gently closed your eyelids with wet fingers. His hand covering the eyes was trembling, but he still said firmly, "Don't look."

After speaking, he coughed again, his voice hoarse than before.

Your eyes covered by him trembled slightly, and at this moment, you heard a cry from below, like the sound of an eagle's cry and a beast's cry, approaching you quickly, and a black shadow that suddenly appeared hit your body.

You fell sideways and hit the lush trees below.

The leafy branches soften the impact of your fall, and you fall from the top of the tree to the ground in embarrassment.

A tall figure approaches from a distance, casting shadows over you.

You open your eyes, and black clogs appear in your line of sight. Looking up, you can see black robes, cassocks with gold borders, and Xia Youjie's familiar face.

He bent down and looked down at you with a smile: "There is a magician here."

He is much more mature than the last time you saw him. It was just a common sentence, but it was full of coldness when he said it, as if an invisible sharp knife was stuck to your neck following his words. superior.

Your whole body is clamoring for danger, your eyes are fixed, and before you can make a move, the front suddenly becomes dark, and it is the dog curly thorn blocking in front of you.

Gou Juanji covered his mouth with his hands, and a low-pitched cough leaked out from between his fingers. He protected you with his other hand, and looked at Xia Youjie warily.

Xia Youjie's smile deepened, his body tilted to the side, and he looked at you over the dog curly thorn, "I will come again."

After speaking, he looked at the dog Curlthorn again, and the smile on his face became a little more meaningful.

Gou Juanji was stared at by him, and his body couldn't help becoming stiff. He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, Xia Youjie waved his hand, "Goodbye."

He straightened up and walked away slowly past you.

The tall shadow recedes from above you until it can no longer be seen, and the dog rolls back and collapses to the ground.

His hands were spread out in big characters, his silver hair was messily rubbed on the ground, he took a long breath, and the high collar covering his face was blown away by him, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, with a relaxed expression You can't help but think of a small dog wagging its tail slowly in the sun.

It seems very comfortable... You looked at the ground where you could see a little dust, hesitated, and sat cross-legged next to him.

"Mr. Thorn," as you don't know the existence of the magic world, you ask in surprise, "what's going on?"

The dog's curly spine froze. If it was really a dog, you would think that his fur might explode.

He sat up and thought about you for a long time, then scratched his head and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Then he took out a box of medicines. There was a silver-gray airtight package on the outside of the pills. His hands were sweating, and he couldn't tear the package open even after tearing it several times.

He could only stop his movements, staring at the bag in his hand with his deep purple eyes, you saw the corners of his blood-stained mouth tremble slightly, as if he was hesitating whether to use his spell to break the bag open.

His extremely serious expression seems to be dealing with a century-old problem, you can't help but raise the corner of your mouth, and stretch out your hand to him: "Mr. Thorn, let me try."

He pursed his lips, and handed you the bag with some embarrassment.

The silver-gray bag fell into your hands, and within two seconds, with a tear, the bag he had struggled for a long time was torn open by you.

The golden lozenges rolled down into your palm, and you stretched out your hand, "Here."

You thought he would pick up the lozenges, but unexpectedly he opened his lips and silently said "thank you" to you, then lowered his head and sucked the lozenges in your palm.

The silver hair on his forehead fell onto your hands, and the ends of the hair gently brushed against the lines of the palm, like spring rain on the dry skin. With a trembling of your hand, the palm of your hand involuntarily touched his lips.

The soft lips made your palm feel hot, and you quickly withdrew your hand, seeing him biting the golden throat lozenge, and looking at you dully.

The lines extending from both sides of his cheeks are particularly strange, but his eyes are so pure that there is no room for any dirt. You stare at him in silence, and under your condemning eyes, he gradually regains consciousness, and quickly Roll the lozenges you have between your teeth into your mouth.

The moment his lips and teeth move, you can almost imagine how his tongue with strange lines rolled in the lemon-flavored candy—the pink tip of the tongue hooked the lozenge, and the cool candy was pulled into his mouth In the mouth, the sour and pungent taste exploded in the hot mouth instantly, and the secretion of saliva accelerated involuntarily. He had to use his soft tongue to hold the candy again, and swallowed it whole with a thud.

Throat lozenges slipped from his mouth into the esophagus, and the slender neck was clearly visible under the open collar, perhaps because the neck was always covered by the collar, his Adam's apple rolled rapidly, driving the chin and the surrounding white skin Vibrate together.

Your thoughts trembled too.

Swallowing the lozenges, the dog curly thorn smiled proudly at you as if he had wiped out the evidence.

He raised his hand and typed a line in the note on his mobile phone: "I'll ask someone to explain to you."

"Okay." There was a subtle embarrassment, you nodded and looked away.

Not long after, Yidichi Jiegao, who had met once in reality, appeared and explained the power of the spell and the spirit of the spell to your current identity.

You were sitting on a public bench nearby. After hearing your description of Xia Youjie, Yidizhi said with a headache, "This person...is probably a former super magician..."

"Super class?" You frowned. Now that he has become a super magician, why did Xia Youjie become like this again?

Even though you have only been with Xia Youjie for a few days, you still have a good impression of him.

You want to know more about him, but Yidizhi kept this matter very secret, and didn't tell you in detail, but just flipped through the notebook in distress.

"There are not many conjurers in Tokyo, so why don't you let the dog-scroller continue to protect you? The dog-scroller is a high school student. For the sake of the same school, Xia Youjie probably won't It's too harsh."

Yidizhi Jiegao pushed his glasses with some guilt, and asked you again: "Have you really never met Xia Youjie?"

"No." You replied firmly.

Your tone was too firm, and Yidizhi subconsciously believed your words: "Maybe it's a rival of the Akashi family... We will try our best to find out about this, for your safety, please stay with the dog scroller for a while. "

Before leaving, Yidizhi solemnly assures you: "We will not let him harm innocent people."

You are not an innocent person. The system asked you if you had any clue about Xia Youjie's attack, and you said, "This is the disadvantage of being the king of the sea."

The system half-understands, and then asks you: "Do you want to tell Xia Youjie that you are the one who is going to meet him... so that he won't attack you?"

You shook your head: "Not yet."

Yidizhi Jiegao sent someone to the cram school to deal with the aftermath, and you and the dog Juanji took his brother back along the way.

Gou Juanmi was terrified, and threw himself into your arms and refused to come out. You sat with him in the lounge downstairs of the cram school for a long time, and finally decided to send him home.

Goujuan's house has protective spells, which can make Goujuanmi feel more at ease, and you can also go there to avoid Xia Youjie.

Their home is in a typical Japanese style, with long corridors, sliding doors, and tatami mats. The color scheme is warm and soft. It doesn't look like an old-fashioned family of magicians, but rather like a family of scholars that has been passed down for a long time.

Gou Juanmi still hugged your arm when he got home and refused to let go. He has encountered curse spirits before, but most of them are strangely shaped curse spirits. Few of them are as close to human beings as the Gap Girl, and they are extremely scary.

It was almost evening, and you took him to sit on the porch to enjoy the breeze. Many pine trees were planted in the garden outside, and the needle-like leaves made a rustling sound when the wind blew.

"Pine trees mean waiting and anticipation," you ask Goujumiya, "Do you know how to write pine trees?"

Gou Jumi stroked the wood in the corridor with his fingers, and then looked at you expectantly.

"Awesome!" You exclaimed.

Goujuji's phone came from the other side: "My parents have gone to Saga, it will rain tonight, they may not come back."

He swiped his finger down, and another line of words appeared: "So I ordered takeaway."

He changed into a high school uniform again, the collar was not zippered, but wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and his dark purple eyes were curved.

You took the takeaway he handed over, and the three of you sat side by side in the corridor, the neat movements of eating takeaway made you want to laugh.

After eating, Goujuanmi pestered you to tell him stories again. You poured out all the few fairy tales you had, and he still had more to say. You looked at the dark night sky outside and had to rub his head.

"The last one, this is a bedtime story, you go to bed immediately after listening to it, do you hear me?"

Gou Juan hugged his knees and nodded obediently: "Okay!"

"A long time ago, there was a man named Jiro. His family was very poor, so he started selling flowers on the street when he was seven..."

You deliberately slow down your voice, and your low tone is magnetic, fluctuating and sometimes passionate as the story progresses, as if you want to pull people into the world of the story.

That is the world of fairy tales, full of fantasy and beauty, and has nothing to do with evil curse spirits. I don’t know if he has found a sense of security from it.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly holding the dog's arm, you stopped talking and looked at the dog.

But he saw the dog curly tugging at his clothes, and he pulled down the high collar that could cover half of his face. His lips were slightly parted, staring at you in a daze.

Your story was obviously told to his younger brother, but now it seems that he was fascinated by it. You have no choice but to continue telling the rest.

"Jiro saw the old lady who bought flowers with him last time..."

Gou Juanji listened blankly, his gaze seemed to be glued to your face, and his eyes flickered as your lips opened and closed.

After the story is finished, he still looks at you intently, his eyes become impolite and make you feel uncomfortable.

You can't help but move closer to him, and shouted in a low voice: "Mr Thorn."

The dog curled up with a "huh?", and the roots of its ears turned red quickly.

He stared at you stiffly, his eyes reflected your face that was close at hand, and his red hair lit a flame in his eyes.

He really wanted to retreat but for some reason he was reluctant to retreat, so he straightened his back and looked at you, his face was full of difficulties.

You can't help but smile.

The red color climbed from the base of his ears to his cheeks, and he quickly looked aside with his fingers to find the mobile phone on the floor.

He lowered his head to avoid your sight, and typed quickly with his fingers: "I'll take Xiao Mi to bed first."

Throwing this line of writing and the phone to you, he hurriedly ran away with his brother in his arms.

You put his phone aside, leaned back, and lay down on the wooden floor of the corridor.

The warm floor is extraordinarily comfortable. You look up at the starry sky above your head, calm your mind, and begin to enjoy this rare tranquility.

After a few minutes, light footsteps sound from behind you.

The dog curly thorn walked towards you, you raised your body to look at him, he couldn't help hesitating for a moment.

You ask:

A "Mr. Thorn also wants to hear a bedtime story?"

B "Why don't you go to bed?"

C "Do you want to watch the stars together?"

D tell him something else