Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"…………"

There was a death-like silence in the venue.

But none of the sorcerers can imagine that the so-called "supernatural power" that can invalidate the spell will have such a subversive impact.

What's more, those who have this ability.

It is just relying on words and resourcefulness, only relying on the status of an ordinary person without magic power.

Just nearly ten years ago, the man who caused great turmoil in the magic world, helped the Gojo family to its peak with one hand, and destroyed its short-term prosperity with the other hand.

Yes--

"Osamu Dazai".

But this time, the man directly exposed his "supernatural power" hole card.

What do you want to do again?

The lower grade students who had never heard of the name "Osamu Dazai" looked at the strange man in confusion.

And the conjurers, who had more or less contact with the higher-ups and had vague guesses, finally came to their senses and couldn't help but gasp.

It's like meeting a natural enemy in the wilderness. Under the horror, the instinct of human beings tells them to grab the spell tools, hold the spell spells, and accumulate spell power.

It was forced to stop as if ice water was poured from the top of the head.

(Curse power...)

(Nulliate?!?!)

(The opponent is still an ordinary person without magic power)

(Thus)

(Is there any way to stop this horrible man?!)

And Dazai hasn't even hung up the phone yet.

The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru had already rushed in front of him, and the 27-year-old followed closely behind, embracing his arms in depression.

However, being stared at by the two strongest human beings, Dazai's expression remained as calm as the surface of a frozen lake.

No one can read the connotation under that pale face.

"...Huh? It's nothing,...Okay, don't compliment me like that..."

Dazai listened intently, using socially perfunctory words.And in the dead silence, anyone could faintly hear the stern and angry reprimands of the high-level executives of the magic world (whose disguise has been pierced) on the other end of the phone.

Hearing something again, Dazai smiled shortly.

With a look of joy that he didn't know what to expect, the man gently encouraged

"—be bold, don't be so frightened, old gentlemen."

"The one who makes me feel fresh every time, isn't it the high-level people in the magic world."

From the depths of the kite's pupils, there was also a dark smile.

"After all, I'm a professional assassin who gets attacked at least once a day. I don't know how many different forms of death I have seen. Maybe it's a huge number that you haven't seen at this age. Woolen cloth."

Dazai praised happily.

"It's rare that you are as brave, confident and stupid as you, and you can still rush to me. Ahhh, it really makes me feel happy from the bottom of my heart. It's one of the few entertainment items in this world, please. Allow me to solemnly express my thanks, huh? Calm down, calm down, don't kill yourself before you kill me, old folks."

Dazai chuckled again.

In that slightly hoarse voice, there was something that made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

"...The way to kill me? Simple, simple."

"I'm an ordinary person who can't see the curse spirit."

"No matter what, I can't resist natural disasters. I'm talking about a human being like me who lacks the power to protect himself."

"Not to mention you can use—"

"—Shut up! Teacher."

The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru interrupted abruptly.

He stretched out his hand and forcefully snatched the cell phone from Osamu Dazai's hand.

And that face sinking like water, with an intimidating aura, was somewhat similar to his teacher.

"It's me. Gojo Satoru."

The young Patriarch said coldly to the other end of the phone.

"The high-level meeting deliberately avoided me, and today arranged another 'Gojo Satoru' identity without telling me, and dared to bypass me to contact the teacher—"

Gojo Satoru uncovered the fig leaf of the upper echelons of the magic world layer by layer, his voice was frighteningly cold

"—I see, you old men are determined to go to war with my Wutiao family, right?"

He licked his teeth and showed a cold smile

"Okay. No problem. You wait for me."

"The finances that the Gotiao family was in charge of this month, the officials who were bribed by the last contract, the logistics that suffered a loss not long ago, and the new seedlings in the magic world that were just about to be absorbed——"

Gojo Satoru said coldly and word by word

"—These things you have coveted for a long time."

"Even if I kill them all with my own hands, I won't leave a single hair to you."

After finishing the harsh words, Patriarch Wutiao hung up the phone angrily.

Judging by the force with which he poked the button, if it wasn't for his teacher's phone, Gojo Gojo would have crushed it with his fist.

Those six eyes widened angrily, showing pressure.

The white hair was already in a mess during the fight, but he rubbed it as if venting his anger, causing it to curl up in all directions.

The male high school student was obviously in a hurry, but he couldn't get angry with the teacher, he couldn't drop his phone, and he couldn't continue to fight. He was afraid that the teacher would come up with some heart-stimulating operation, and he would piss himself off with severe TSD.

Wujo Wutiao was so angry that he turned around in a circle, "Huh-huh-huh-" taking a deep breath didn't help at all.

In the end, he stomped his feet and made a deep hole, only to feel a little better.

(Night Moth said rightly, "………………"

never mind.Let the Wutiao family lose money. )

Dazai looked at his student with a smile and looked helpless and furious.

"teacher!!!!!"

Gojo Satoru exploded, clenching his fists to preach to his teacher!

"Don't do such a dangerous thing again?!"

"Well."

"The group of rotten oranges came to look for you, you have to tell me!!"

"I'm here."

"I didn't ask you to come here at a time like this!!!!—Huh? The display port is not responding... Teacher, do you know where the locator is?!"

"Wu Jun, which one are you talking about?"

Gojo Satoru was so angry that his face puffed up, and he shouted, "You should make me feel relieved!! It's too much, teacher!!!"

Watching the conjurers "..."

let's go.

let's go.

There's nothing good about this melon.

For some reason, the vigilance and vigilance just now quietly dissipated.

(in front of 'student')

(Even that Dazai Osamu)

(It seems that there is no such horror as it made people shudder a moment ago)

Thinking of this, even the fingers that clenched the mantra were relaxed.

Instead, there was a lot of speechless speechlessness, and "Who is this? It's definitely not the arrogant Wujo Satoru, right? Where did the coquettish monster with the same name and surname come from?!" Such crazy complaints.

Noctua Zhengdao took a deep breath with a toothache, began to direct his students to clean up the scene, and walked over to chat with the conjurers who happened to come to the high school of conjuration to hand over the task. My student from another world, the 27-year-old "Gojo Satoru" who has not matured yet, takes responsibility for this matter! !

(hateful!!!!!!)

(If it wasn't for that guy's serious talk about guiding games———)

At this time, the 27-year-old teacher Wujo also spoke.

Compared with the angry young Patriarch, he seemed even more displeased.

In the fight just now, when he hit the head, he had pulled off half of the bandage.

At this time, Lan Yingying's six eyes were looking over with displeasure, and they were darkened into a deep sea blue.

"Hey."

The older man said hoarsely.

"You're still ignoring me—"

"When?!"

He reached out to hold Dazai's shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

however.

The right hand was caught halfway.

The Patriarch of the Gotiao family raised his head slightly, looking at the adult man who was taller than him.

That expression, needless to say, was full of provocation and disdain.

It belongs to the growth-stage predatory beast that delimits its own possessions and shows its own desire for monopoly.

"—Go away, thief."

The Patriarch of the Wutiao family said in a cold voice.

In this voice, there is a sharper hostility than when facing the higher-ups.

(subconsciously)

(Are you aware of the crisis?)

Such thoughts flashed by.

Gojo Satoru ignored this.He just pressed the wrist of the other 'self' so hard that he had to use the reversal technique to repair it, otherwise he would be left with terrible bruises.

The young student turned his head to ask the teacher, and his tone was deliberately softened, looking pitiful

"Teacher! Tell this bastard! You're mine, right?"

And the older one, the strongest, showed a more contemptuous look and smiled.

"Childish brat. There is no room for you to intervene in the conversation between adults. Isn't that right, 'Dazai-sensei'?"

The leader Dazai "...?"

He slowly made a question mark.

Barrage

"Hahahahahaha I hold my breath and see now, I can finally feel relieved!!!!"

"Oh my god, you are as fierce as a tiger, and you are extremely good at spreading your wings on the edge of the active action. Before sending your student away, you almost sent me away first?!?! "

"I'll come first! I'll call out Dazai who beats the opponent every time with Disqualification in the World!

"Sister on the left, you screamed so loudly that it hurt my eyes!! It's too much, how can you not take me?! I'll come and make my face ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Blind guessing leader Zai is now playing the last hole card, and he is about to make a big deal with Rotten Orange!!!"

"How do you know on the left that this is the leader's hole card? Hhhhh can any Zaike creature have only one hole card?? Why don't I believe it?!?!"

"I don't care! I'm cute! I don't have a head! I don't lick the screen without a brain! The Shura field is so fragrant!!"

"I rushed on the spot!! I rushed until my legs were weak!!!"

"I thought I couldn't see the famous scene of two cats fighting for favor?!"

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow this answers quickly answer! Who do you choose to be the leader?! The puberty kitten on the left who is caring and clingy and loves to act like a baby (with a dark belly and paranoid psychological shadow blackened loadg), or the one on the right Mature, reliable (?) orderly and good (first time in my life, crazy cha lemon) older big cat???"

"Still, yes, think, all, choose, what?!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it!! The age difference between these three people is so good, and the leader Zai is right in the middle!!!!!!"

"Get the tissues ready! Let me come!!—" The leader Zai frowned slightly and snorted, and the two people at the front and back immediately came closer to look at them. The arrogant and mature look between the single eyebrows can distinguish the two people. The teacher blamed Wutiao in a low hoarse voice, kid, you are too much.'”

"I'm coming too!!—" Student Wujo took advantage of being doted on by the teacher, looked at his other self provocatively, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead on the teacher's shoulder and neck, thinking that he would never be satisfied no matter what. This is the insatiable greed of puberty.'”

"And I!!!"

"I----"

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Wu Jingzai (screams silently) Speak up!speak nicely! !Why did you drive suddenly? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

Wu Jingzai (screaming silently) The wheels of this cart have run over my face! ! ! ! ! ! !