Curseback: Battle Mage Leveling Guide

The scenes in the dream are real, as if they are still in front of me.

The scene is still in the classroom, but there are only two people, him and Lin Qiyue.

The other party is still sleeping in the window position, and he... It is to take advantage of the danger of others to do something excessive.

Until Lin Qiyue couldn't wake up with tears rippling in his sleep, he tossed people over and over several times before he could be satisfied.

If an ordinary person had such a dream, he would definitely condemn himself at the first time, but Gojo Satoru is different.

He was even a little unsatisfied.

Returning to reality from the dream, there is a sense of regretful disparity.

So... What to do?Gojo

Satoru's eyes were full of imperativeness in his black blindfolded eyes, and a viscous possessiveness rolled in the blue.

Lin Qiyue didn't know what her teacher was thinking, and she trained with her friends every day to do tasks and classes, waking up earlier than chickens and sleeping later than dogs.

The whole person who is busy has lost the highlight in his eyes.

Lin Qiyue held the sword, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in invisible clouds, and the whole three people behind him could be able to hold him down.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to let those damn guys know why the maple leaves are so red today, I really don't treat people as human beings... And what is the attitude of commanding every time? Do you know why others call me Young Master Lin! Is it because the lesson last time was not enough? Give me death!" Lin

Qiyue crackled like a cannon battle, and Japanese and Chinese were mixed with scolding, and the three Fuhei Hui who were pulling him couldn't insert a word.

In fact, it stands to reason that summer and winter are the seasons with the most curses, and as spell masters, it is normal for them to be busy, and they generally do not complain easily.

But somehow, the assistant overseer in charge of their tasks has changed recently, and every time they meet, they drag two or eight million, and look at people with their nostrils.

It's not that it's unbearable, after all, the high-level spell has been rectified before, and the lack of manpower is not incomprehensible.

But after a long time, the anger in Lin Qiyue's heart was difficult to hold.

When he treats outsiders, he has a bad temper, and who can feel good when he is put on a face all day long.

Do you know what is the most important thing that Tokyo Spell High School lacks?

If he and Gojo Satoru stop striking, the workload of the other spell masters will increase by at least half, so wouldn't the assistant overseer who is above the top be afraid that Lin Qiyue will kill him alone and take his dog's life?

Ah, this is almost certain to happen now.

The sword Lin Qiyue held in his hand was still the sharpest one he had specially selected from his arsenal, sharpening iron like clay.

Knotweed Yuren laboriously grabbed Lin Qiyue's arm.

"Although we are also very angry, yes!, but Yue, if you kill people casually, you will definitely be punished!" Lin

Qiyue dragged the three of them to take a step step by little.

"Punish me and let him talk to me in person!" Nail

Wild Rose tugged hard at the corner of Lin Qiyue's clothes.

"No, did he have such a lot of strength?!"

Just as Lin Qiyue was about to step out of the gate of the high school, his head hit a chest head-on.

"Ahh

Gojo Satoru's appearance made everyone's thoughts pause.

Lin Qiyue instantly avoided the sword in his hand, not letting the blade touch Satoru Gojo in front of him.

Satoru Gojo looked at him with a smile and lowered his eyes.

Lin Qiyue's cold cheeks blown by the cold wind pressed against Gojo Wu's warm chest, and the warm temperature made Lin Qiyue stunned for a while before he reacted suddenly, and somehow he suddenly stood up straight, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The range of his movements was a bit large, and he didn't know why, and his expression was a little confused.

So naturally he didn't notice that the moment he stood up straight, the corners of Gojo Gomoto's smiling lips twitched slightly, and his hand raised slightly as if he wanted to grasp something, but he paused suddenly.

It was as if I had suddenly realized something.

Satoru Gojo picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, and his fingertips lightly touched the blade, and almost instantly, his fingers were stained with blood.

He let out an exaggerated wow.

"What a powerful sword!What is Yue going to do with the sword?"

Lin Qiyue was silent for a moment, and the three people behind him instantly took a step ahead of him and described things in a general way.

It stands to reason that Satoru Gojo is wearing an eye patch, so no one should be able to see his expression clearly, but the already cold weather in winter seems to have gotten colder at this moment.

"So that's the case

~" "Well, sometimes I really hope that my students can trust the teacher a little more~"

In an instant, four pairs of eyes looked up at him, and Lin Qiyue tilted her head.

"Huh?"

Satoru Gojo bent down and leaned closer to him.

"What the teacher means, I'll leave this matter to me next!" his

tone seemed to be asking for credit from someone, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more profound.