Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

Is this the result of their battle?

"Don't even look at it!! Take the time to go in and search for any magician who needs help!"

"If we stay here for one more second, it is possible to kill a magician!!"

"We must rescue the most people with the fastest speed!!"

"Have you got all the medicines distributed to everyone!!!"

"Get it!!~"

"Set off!!"

Whoosh! ! ~

Holding the life detector in his hand, the man in black began to walk through the abandoned streets like a wild cat wandering outside looking for food.

Every time you pass a ruin, carefully - search inside.

For fear of missing someone.

Eventually, they meet in the city-center.

It has long lost its former glory.

The huge square is piled up with construction waste.

There was a pungent odor all around.

in this nasty environment.

There was a group of people lying on the ground, either intact or injured with ribbons.

But at the moment, they were all lying on the ground and sleeping soundlessly.

At this moment, the world seems to be muting for them, guarding their sleep.

"Captain, we..."

The man in black was about to say something when he was interrupted by the heat at the front.

"They are too tired, let them rest."

"Let's do a good job of protection here, you guys, go check it out again, don't let go of any place that is easy to ignore."

"Yes!"

Tatata! ~

The footsteps of several people leaving followed.

The captain looked at the man lying on the ground with a grateful smile on his face.

"Tonight, we will protect you."

The next day, noon.

Magic High School Classroom.

Ye Mo Zhengdao watched Gojo Satoru and Xia Yujie in the classroom.

Although Xia Youjie had some bruises on his body and a tint on his face, there were no major scars.

Gojo Satoru was nothing at all, and even had a smile on his face.

A nameless fire burst into his head in an instant.

"It's you again!! The city has been severely damaged!! You can tell at a glance that you did it!!"

"Do you know how much it will cost this time to get back to the way it was before?!!"

"Even if you have so much money out of your five families, it will hurt your bones! Didn't you think about it?!!"

Gojo Satoru looked at Yaga-sensei and knew that he wasn't really angry.

"Teacher Night Moth, don't be angry, this is not to kill a few more curse spirits!"

"At least from today onwards, this year's entire Fusang curse will hit a record low!"

What Gojo Satoru said was not without reason.

This time, the number of spell spirits almost covered the entire Fusang.

At least before the next batch of spell spirits are born, Fusang's spell spirits will be unimaginably low.

When Ye Mo Zhengdao heard these words, the expression on his face softened slightly.

But seeing Wujo Satoru's unrepentant face, he felt inexplicably unhappy in his heart.

"This time, you have assisted in the battle and prevented the curse spirit from occupying Tokyo. The credit is very large."

"Lord Tian Yuan is going to record this incident in the historical text of the magic world. If a book is published in the future, your names may be mentioned."

Xia Youjie was stunned when she heard this.

Although he had thought about this possibility, he never thought that Tian Yuan would personally handle it.

Not everyone can afford this kind of treatment.

Gojo Satoru seemed indifferent, even if there was no such incident.

His name is bound to appear on it as well.

Because he is the six-eyed heir of this generation!

"This incident has been completed very well, so the top management has always decided that each of the survivors will be given ten recovery reagents."

"Dead conjurers, each with a pension of [-] million."

"As for the city construction this time, you don't have to worry, the officials have pushed this to a natural disaster, and they will pay to restore the city."

"Oh? High-level decision? Why didn't I know?!"

Hear things over.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the chair comfortably and asked casually, "Have they decided to exclude me again this time?"

Whoosh! ~

Snapped! ~

A chalk instantly appeared on the wall.

The righteous path of the night moth still maintains the posture of still chalk.

"You can take it as soon as you see it! You bastard!"

"After the matter is over, they will hold a meeting, and no one will answer the call to you!"

"In the end, he still took me to the meeting!!!"

"Do you still have questions about this decision?!!"

"Oh! That's all right, I'm very satisfied with the decision, then I'll go first if it's all right?"

Although it was a question, Gojo Satoru had already picked up his jacket and was ready to go out.

"roll!"

"Xiayou, if it's all right, you can leave too. I'll call you if something happens."

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Xia Youjie nodded without any expression on his face.

Obviously, he's used to this type of communication.

"Goodbye Mr. Night Moth!"

Half an hour later, Gojo Satoru's figure appeared at the door of the Master's House.

"Hello, Qihai Jianren!"

"The boss is in the office, and sometimes you can go directly to him."

"Qihai, your attitude is so bad, if you go on like this, you won't be able to find a girlfriend!"

Gojo Satoru looked at Nankai Jianren expectantly.

Hope to hear his rebuttal.

However, he was disappointed, and Qi Hai Jianren never looked at him from beginning to end.

The originally happy expression was instantly depressed a lot.

It's like a rooster that has always been defeated.

......  

"Long Yi! I'm here!"

Standing in front of the office door, swept away the previous loss.

As if the person just now was not him.

Without hearing consent, he pushed open the door and entered.

A gust of wind blew along the crack of the door, blowing his silver-white hair.

There was a faint sea smell in the air.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru even felt that he was at the seaside.

"Well? Are you not there?"

"No, if that guy from Nanhai said he was here, he would definitely not run."

"Eh?! Why is there a mirror here?"

Gojo Satoru held the mirror in his hand.

The oval face and the silver frame, when you hold it in your hand, a strong sense of history blows over your face.

"Long Yi?!!!"

Gojo Satoru pointed the mirror at himself, but did not see his own image.

On the contrary, I found Ryuichi of the Chanyuan wearing a swimsuit and basking in the sun!