I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Fyodor tore off his long-wearing communication device, raised his head from the computer screen, and blinked uncomfortably.

In order to give the future boss a beautiful entry answer sheet, although he can't talk about sleepless nights, he has indeed worked hard. It is most intuitively reflected in the appearance, that is, the dark circles under the eyelids have increased by several layers.

Messy footsteps came from outside the door, mixed with rude shouts and Russian scolding, Fyodor leaned back in his chair and looked at the information about the planning process in his hand, without even looking up.

The group of people came back to the left and right.

This is a remote neighborhood near the outskirts of Moscow. The walls of the old-style towers are peeling off, and the corners are still stained with green moss.

In today's Russia, anyone with a little spare money would not choose to live in such a dilapidated place. Except for the homeless who have no money, there are only gangsters living at the bottom of the Mafia.

And the group outside is the latter.

Going out to collect rent for provocation, returning to the house to drink and smoking powder, and going to the unlucky people to extort money when they have no money, they are just such a group of garbage that no one wants to throw in the recycling station.

Of course, Fyodor didn't live here for a long time. This house is just one of his many safe houses. It's a bit shabby, but it's better than being cluttered, allowing a mouse like him to easily fit into it.

Recently, the intelligence organization "Rat of the Dead House" under his command has offended some local mafia. The trouble is not too big, but he still hides in this safe house out of prudence.

The sound outside became louder and louder, and even had a faint tendency to expand into this room, until finally the old green lacquered wooden door with a "bang" was slammed open.

The drunk man walked in cursingly, with red bloodshot eyes with excitement, staring at Fyodor who had his back turned to him and said, "Are you the kid who is said to be quite rich who moved in recently?"

Fyodor, who was staring at the information, didn't even turn his head, just read it carefully line by line, and said something in his mouth.

The man who was intoxicated after inhaling only felt that he was being underestimated. He kicked the stool that was blocking the way aside, reached out and grabbed Fyodor's shoulder, "I'm talking to you, stinky brat..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The gangsters who didn't notice the whereabouts of their companions were still making a noise outside, Fyodor just looked at the paper in his hand, and the words he muttered gradually became clearer.

"God looks upon everyone equally, and the sincere and good are redeemed, and the sinful ones washed away. Not shaken by mercy, not unbalanced by hatred."

"God gives everyone equal happiness."

The sunlight slanting in from the window pulled his dark shadow long on the ground, and in the shadows, there was the man's **** corpse with seven orifices.

"It's a pity, but it's time to change places anyway."

Finally, he stacked the documents and said so.

Zhong Li, who was being talked about, rarely felt a little itchy nose.

But this is undoubtedly an illusion. This body has not been added with corresponding functions at the beginning of its construction, and naturally there will be no symptoms of sneezing and cold. Rather than delve into this, it is better to focus on the current situation.

Zhong Li lowered his head slightly and looked at the curse spirit in front of him.

The whole body of the red magic spirit only exposed an octopus-like head floating on the water, and the eyes full of wisdom like a dead fish looked closely, revealing a subtle tension for no reason.

Zhongli could even vaguely see cold sweat slipping from its smooth red skin.

This is no longer the southern coastline of Okinawa. After solving the mimic's troops, Zhongli stepped on the petrified sea water step by step. It seemed like a leisurely stroll, but in fact he rushed to Miyakojima very fast, but he was about to reach the shore. At the time, he stepped into the realm of this cursed spirit named Duogen.

Perhaps it was because the aura of the other party was too close to the sea. Before entering the realm, Zhongli didn't even realize that he had unintentionally broken the realm's barrier.

And the appearance of this spell spirit really brought back some not-so-fun memories of him.

The experience of going door-to-door to catch the slimy little octopus during the Demon War was deeply imprinted in his memory, and even caused him to be insensitive to seafood until now, not to mention the spell in front of him whose head looks exactly like an octopus. .

Zhongli, who was touched by a certain string, now wants to stab this curse spirit in the head with one shot.

Tuogen was about to be paralyzed by the murderous aura that Zhongli unintentionally leaked. The octopus tentacle-like mouth pitifully called out his companion's name, and the entire curse spirit was about to shrink down to the bottom of the sea.

Just then, the realm was opened from the other direction.

In other words, it is more appropriate to blast away.

With half of her body cut off, Hua Yu flew upside down and smashed through the barrier of the realm, and fell into the sea in embarrassment. Leo Hu, who followed closely behind, tried her best to resist, but she still couldn't stop it, and was slapped into the field by a huge curse spirit's tail.

"Oh! Mr. Zhongli, you're moving very fast!" Wujo Satoru, whose sunglasses had been flung away in the battle, jumped in, his pretty little face covered with dust, "But even if It's you, and I won't let anyone... Curse Spirit Head out, after all, I agreed to invite Jie to a big meal."

"It's okay to describe it as a Pokémon or anything, but please spare me the big meal." Xia Youjie took his curse spirit into the realm, and the expression of disgust on his face seemed to be humiliated by the food.

They have been fighting with these two tricky super-class spell spirits for a long time. After all, they were still first-level spellcasters who had not yet grown up. Both of them were more or less colored, and Xia Youjie's stock of spells had also shrunk a lot.

It's just that the harvest of this battle is equally rich. As long as the two super-class spell spirits are subdued, Xia Youjie can immediately become a super-class magician with the combat power of two super-class spell spirits. As for the five enlightenments...

With a reversal of unparalleled magic power, [He] slammed into the sea, Wujo Satoru ignored the small wound on his face that was cut by the raised sand and healed instantly, and shouted arrogantly like a villain boss: " Come out and die for Lao Tzu, bastards!"

"It's really noisy." The Zen Yuan took You Yun and stepped in from outside the realm, and waved to Zhong Li without any surprise, "Yo."

Zhong Li stepped on the sea to the only beach in the field, "I thought Mr. Chan Yuan would leave the two of them here."

"Ah, that's what I originally thought." The Zen Yuan shrugged unabashedly, "But after all, they are also trying to protect Qin Yin and Hui, and they have confirmed that there is really no other curse master on this island except the two curse spirits. I came after the mercenaries, there are those two kiddos from high school and your family kid, so it's not a problem for now."

"It's these two. If I hadn't come back just now, I'd probably be lying on the ground crying now."

"Who said you would cry!" Gojo Satoru turned his head back and quarrelled in annoyance.

Chanyuan Xue Er was not afraid at all, and pointed the **** at the white-haired high school student with contempt, "Whoever almost got his **** burned, just say whoever."

Xia Youjie, who knew that his teammates were two older children, sighed tiredly, and explained to Zhong Li with a tired smile on his face: "You laughed at Mr. Zhong Li, they have been arguing all the time."

"Shang Ke." Zhong Li, who had seen how Araki Ichito quarreled with Kujo Sara, didn't panic at all, and even continued to talk calmly: "I really don't need my shot? The attack from the sea is about to hit."

"Ah, about this..."

Before the words were finished, the magma column that should not have appeared from the sea rushed straight to the two quarreling on the beach, accompanied by a large number of ferocious carnivorous fish, and the flower seeds that absorbed the magic power were mixed among them. Accidentally, it will be nailed into the body.

The two who were still quarreling instantly switched positions. Wujo Satoru stopped the boiling magma with one hand with the evolved technique, and the Chanyuan, who had no magic power, danced the floating clouds and stopped all the flowers and fish.

"If you can't stop it at this level..."

"—It's too embarrassing!"

Xia Youjie threw her hands at Zhong Li, "That's what happened, they didn't even let me help."

When the tall high school student said this, he even felt a little wronged for no reason.

"..." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhong Li's mouth, "Thank you for your hard work."

With the full firepower of the two hilarious people, even if they added another dagger, the three curse spirits were all eliminated in just half an hour.

Xia Youjie, who swallowed the processed magic ball, smacked his lips, "Huh? Squid smell?"

Zhongli, who had personally processed the magic ball, glanced at him and rubbed his fingertips without a trace.

He really still hates seafood.

On the way back to the parking lot of Chanyuan, there was a little episode. Wujogo took a bird that had just hit him on the head and shook it curiously, "Did you faint from the battle just now?"

Zhong Li looked at the bird in surprise, "There are such superb thrushes here?"

Gojo Satoru, who had little research on this, asked curiously, "Thrush?"

"The feathers are thin and hard-edged, the hair color is reddish, the tail is gathered and short, the eyes are clear and oily, the eye sand is layered and the background color is cinnabar, it is indeed the best thrush." , "It's just that this kind of bird is not distributed in Japan, maybe someone brought it to play and lost it..."

Wutiao Wu, who was just asking casually, was dizzy when he heard it, so he simply handed the bird to Zhong Li, and said indifferently, "Since it is a domestic bird, Mr. Zhong Li will hold it, now even if you want to find its former owner, It's hard to find."

"give me?"

"After all, I can't raise birds. The rabbits I raised in the past all died because of diarrhea." Wujo Satoru simply put the little thrush into Zhong Li's hands, stretched his waist and walked forward, "Let's go, hurry up. I have to go back to sleep after finishing the task."

Zhong Li looked down at the half-dead little thing in his hand, lightly brushed the messy hair, and his fingertips flickered.

So, when a group of people reunited again, Osamu Dazai, who was originally happy, saw a lively and lovely bird on the shoulders of his beloved Mr. Zhongli, not only jumping on it without respect, but also using small He rubbed his head up against the profile of Mr. Zhongli, but Mr. Zhongli not only did not stop him, he even used his fingers to tease the cute beak of the bird very fondly.

The bird even rubbed Mr. Zhongli's finger and gave him a condescending look when he leaned over, and the pea-like bird's eyes could see a hint of show off.

Osamu Dazai: ! !