Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

New bombs can never be made.

The weirdest shikigami in history—the Killer Queen, her abilities have been crippled by more than half.

Incomprehensible.

Xiang Lung sighed again. He looked at the sky and saw that it was already getting late.

The moonlight has become very thin, and it seems that there are dark clouds piled up on the other side of the sky. Even if the sun has set, even at night, you can still feel a kind of irritating sultry heat - it seems that soon, there will be It is going to rain.

He had to play the role of Jiashen of Haoleyan Temple. He was only at the level of a second-level conjurer, and it would be very difficult for him to live without the protection of the academy.

He drank the tea on the table, walked through the corridor, and returned to the house.

midnight.

Suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart, and Smelly Lung opened his eyes suddenly.

He looked out the window - the window was half open, and the thin moonlight fell on it. On the windowsill covered with moonlight, a bird similar to an owl was preening its feathers.

This is a magic spirit for transmission. The concentration of magic power in the body is almost the same as that of ordinary people, so it will not be detected by the academy's barrier.

In fact, Smelly Lung has been complaining all the time, why don't they just call if they have something to do...the curse spirits haven't connected to the Internet yet?Or does it look more stylish?

Neatly got off the bed, Smelly Lung came to the window, pressed his hand on the feathers of the curse spirit, and a piece of information passed into his mind.

"If you have something to discuss, we will have a face-to-face meeting. We will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

Sure enough, those curses are also a little confused about Kira Nanami's operation, this is to discuss with myself...

Smelly Lung does not suspect him, rather, he is eager to meet those super magic spirits.

Opening the door, Xiang Lung quickly walked out of the courtyard, restrained the fluctuation of his spell power, walked around the temple, and went down the mountain.

It's quiet tonight, every lavender on both sides of the steps is sleeping.

Smelly Lung stood on the last step, looking around.

"Hi hi, hello."

Someone patted Smelly Lung on the shoulder.

When Xiang Lung turned around, he saw a blond boy. His shoulders were exposed, and the short hair on his forehead was cut very smoothly. There was a ponytail on the back of his right head. His long blond hair hung down to his shoulders and eyelids. There are six bloody markings nearby.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Chunta the Insect Face."

He shook the Taidao in his hand, this sword is very strange, the handle is a human hand.

"Where is Xia Youjie? Why did you come to me?"

This young man with smelly lungs knows him, a curse master who cooperates with curse spirits such as clepsydra.

"It's time for me to ask you a question."

He tilted his head slightly, showing a hearty smile:

"Kira Nanami killed Masato, why would he come back to the theater again?"

"I really can't figure it out~ The only suspects are you and Ms. Hoshino."

"You suspect us?"

Smelly Lung opened his eyes slightly, his face turned a little red, obviously extremely angry:

"Kira Nanami ruined my body! I hate him the most in the world!"

"But according to our investigation, your relationship with other souls is not good, and you are the only soul that is not completely controlled by the main soul."

"In the Kyoto incident, didn't you run away without going to the court?"

Chongmian Chongta played with the knife in his hand, and asked softly:

"Maybe you have already colluded with Kira Nanami to kill the main soul together, so that you can get true freedom."

"absurd!"

As soon as Smelly Lung flicked his sleeves, he was obviously furious.

"The window we arranged shows that Kira Nanami had a secret conversation with you tonight, and the secret conversation was conducted under the condition that he knew your true identity."

Smelly Lung's face froze, his eyes widened, and he stared angrily at Chongta Chongmian:

"I'd rather die than..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

What Xiangfei originally wanted to say was, 'I would rather die than reveal the traces of Xia Youjie and others.' But when he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the contract he made with Kira Nanami:

Don't tell anyone what happened tonight.

"Why would you rather die?"

The smile on the worm's face became more and more joyful, he looked at the smelly lung frivolously, and said in a somewhat presumptuous tone:

"Old man, go ahead and tell me honestly all the contents of the conversation between you and Kira-kun."

A black owl landed on Wormface's shoulder, tilting its head, its scarlet pupils staring at Smelly Lung.

"It can test lies."

Xiang Lung opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. When the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead drop by drop.

"What's wrong, I can't speak."

The smile on the worm's face gradually dissipated, and the eyes gradually turned cold:

"Or are you afraid to say it? Are you afraid?"

"Why silence?"

"Why don't you tell me the content of your conversation?"

Xiang Lung subconsciously took half a step back and pursed his lips, the anger in his chest getting stronger and stronger.

The reason for my silence is because I was given a contract...

This sentence swirled at the corner of his mouth, then slid down his esophagus, and was finally swallowed into his stomach. Perhaps this sentence was too cold, and made Xiang Lung's face turn more than half pale.

Because he realized that even the matter of "being made a contract" itself was a matter of tonight, and according to the agreement, he could not say anything about it.

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you silent!"

The worm face was close to the stinky lung, the eyes were constantly trembling up and down, shining with light of joy and excitement, the corners of the mouth were slightly cracked, and said happily:

"Could it be, you and Hoshino have colluded with Kira long ago."

"So happy! So happy!!"

The corner of his mouth was completely split into his cheeks, his tongue stuck out, his face was flushed, he was already extremely excited:

"I like to bully the elderly and women the most!"

"So happy, so happy, so happy, thank you!"

Chapter 55 Final Preparations

"asshole!"

Smelly Lung knew that something was wrong, so he flicked the hem of the kimono to act first.

Zheng——

The peace of the moonlit night was broken.

Rocks cracked, trees broke, soil was thrown away, and wherever the sound waves of the guitar passed, everything fell apart and was crushed into powder by the magic power wrapped in it.

Zhongmian took a step sideways and passed through the gap between the sound waves in a clever way. All the sound waves fell beside him, causing huge wind pressure and ruffling his long hair.

Maintaining that excited and happy expression, Wormface slid up, dragging the long sword, swimming in the sound waves.

Every time, it happens to pass through the gap between the sound waves, like a minnow swimming in the rapids.

In just a few breaths, the insect face was already close to him. With a turn of his body and a movement of his steps, the sword arc of the sword made a semicircle in the air and slashed towards the neck of the smelly lung!

boom--

It was the sound of a broken guitar, and Smelly Lung subconsciously blocked the guitar against his right cheek, which saved his life.

The Taidao sank into the guitar fiercely, trembling slightly, and the black mantra flowed on it.

Something is wrong, something is wrong...

Smelly Lung stared at the young man in front of him, and finally realized something was wrong:

His luck is really good.Dodged every wave of attack.

It's like, it doesn't exist at all.

"My birth spell is 'Storage Miracles', which can store small miracles that happen every day and use them in battle."

Announcing the spell, the power is enhanced.

"And my favorite thing is to bully the weak, that's really interesting!"

boom--

Zhongmian kicked Xiang Lung directly in the abdomen, and the magic power carried by this blow penetrated into Xiang Lung's internal organs. You can see that the latter subconsciously curled up and his pupils rolled up.

Another kick!

Then, chop!

The sword chopped into pieces of Xiang Lung's guitar. Among the broken pieces, the knife turned slightly, dragging out incomprehensible traces in the air, and fell on Xiang Lung's body. The sharp blade wandered around his body, passing by Everywhere, flesh and blood are separated.

"It's so fun!"

Smelly Lung knew that he was invincible, so he flashed a figure, his fingers fluttered on the broken strings, like a butterfly, with his remaining mantra, accompanied by sound waves, he rushed towards the worm's face and go.

With one move, the insect's face was forced away, and Xiang Lung's body retreated. In an instant, he climbed over the railing of the highway, followed the mountain wall, and fell down.

brush.

Stepping on a rock, the latter collapsed.

It is the miracle accumulation of insect face!

Xiang Lung's center of gravity was unstable and his feet staggered. At the moment when he was about to fall into the abyss, a secret surge of magic power gathered under his feet, and the downward trend was stopped.