Curseback: Battle Mage Leveling Guide

Gojo Satoru's appearance made everyone present stunned for a moment, and Lin Qiyue exclaimed even more.

"Gojo-sensei, why are you here!" Gojo

Satoru casually fired a shot in the direction of the zombie spell, and his voice sounded again with a loud roar in the air.

"It's not because you haven't told the teacher if you can eat your share of desserts!

Lin Qiyue watched the flames around him burn because of Gojo Satoru's attack, and he felt that something was wrong with his whole person.

But Gojo Satoru didn't feel that he had done anything excessive, and he immediately said something that made Lin Qiyue even more suffocating.

"That's right, yes, Jie also wants to come, but when I went out, I collided with Maki and them, and when I left, there was already a fight~ Yue, you'd better go back and take a look...

"Hah?!"

Lin Qiyue exploded visibly, and his hair seemed to become more fluffy in an instant.

Like a fried cat.

"I know you're not reliable at all, teacher!, why don't you stop it!"

He glared at Gojo Satoru, who also glared back with a straight face.

"So... Who is this? Do you know anyone?" Lin

Jiuying was the only one present who did not understand Japanese, and he looked left and right blankly, unable to find any point at all.

But now it is obvious that neither Lin Qiyue nor Bai Xiao has time to translate, because the gloomy voice just now sounded again.

"It's a little bit interesting now..."

The zombie spell was stained with flames from the explosion, and his eyes became even more scarlet, and he gently dusted off a cluster of flames from his shoulder.

"Thou art worthy to know my name.

"I'm a win-goo."

Those scarlet eyes looked straight at Satoru Gojo, as if they could meet Gojo's blue eyes behind the black blindfold.

Looking at the zombie spell spirit who claimed to win the hook, Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time.

"So, what is he talking about?" Gojo

Satoru said to Lin Qiyue seeking a translator.

Lin Qiyue was silent, and for a while she really didn't know where to start complaining.

Whether it is a spell spirit of a flower planter who meets a foreign spell master who does not understand Chinese at all, or a ······

"Anyway, your name is plagiarism, right! It must be plagiarism, right!"

"Verbosity! Who are you!Weak don't talk to me!"The

weak ??!

is the first time Lin Qiyue, who has been called like this: ······

Gojo Satoru & Bai Xiao: Oh no.

Lin Jiuying, who couldn't figure out the situation at all:

Looking at Lin Qiyue, who seemed to have a black flame burning on the back of the whole person.

Bai Xiao, who had always been wrong, and Gojo Satoru tacitly took a step back, and Bai Xiao also pulled Lin Jiuying, who was stunned.

Lin Qiyue laughed like a villain at this moment.

"Xiaobai and Wujo Sensei, don't interfere, this arrogant guy, it's up to me to solve it!" Lin

Qiyue's originally peaceful temperament has undergone a drastic change, and even Ying Gou, who originally regarded him as a weakling, noticed this.

Yinggou also became vigilant.

"Ah, do I even have a time to look away?"

"The field is expanding!

"No one has ever seen this trick yet, but you're me off..."

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The green light illuminated the entire night, with Lin Qiyue as the center, and a huge terrifying coercion spread outward.

Only Lin Qiyue and Ying Gou were wrapped in it, and the other three were completely excluded.

Zombies, born from the resentment of heaven and earth, immortal, and immortal, are abandoned by the three worlds of heaven, earth, and man outside the six realms of sentient beings, wandering, displaced, and ······ in the human world with resentment as strength and blood as food

It's a pathetic creature rejected by the gods.

Lin Qiyue's voice carried an imperceptible evil, but this voice was only heard by Ying Gou.

"Look, your gods have come to love you..."

Yinggou's field was completely covered and there was not even scum left, his body seemed to keep falling down, and he could hear the sound of his body turning into ashes little by little.

His head seemed to be poked slightly, and his body gave birth to countless branches, as if they were the roots of a towering tree, and gradually crumbled, turning into dust, turning into dirt, and blending into a part of nature.

Lin Qiyue, who just stretched out her hand and gently poked the other party, looked at the spell spirit in front of her, which didn't even have scum left.

It's over, it seems to be too much love.

Notes:

(1) From the Tao Te Ching.