The cold Chinese text was displayed on the electronic screen, as if playing a huge joke with Yahara.

The sucking soda was clogged in the straw, and it couldn't go up or down, and it slid into the cup again with a breath of Yahara.

Choosing a position, he must have chosen the position of a high diplomat of spells, how could he go to Xia Youjie's side.

Laughing at the idiotic options given by the system, Yahara clicked on "Spell Master" without hesitation, and then the task interface was instantly locked, leaving him no longer with a chance to regret it.

"Yahara, it's time to act." Retracting his long legs from under the front windshield, Satoru Gojo stretched.

"No problem." Quickly covering up his uncertain face, Yahara said without revealing the slightest flaw.

Speaking of which, why did Yahara act with Satoru Gojo as a first-year freshman?

In addition to the terrifying talent he has shown since entering the school, more importantly, he has killed the super-grade spell spirit Hua Yu, and he is a sorcerer who is deeply coveted by those spell spirits.

Therefore, the superiors decided to have Gojo Satoru take the Yahara Gate with him at the scene after the deliberate cleanup to attract the attention of the spell spirits.

In the empty subway hall, the silence was clear even to the sound of the wind, as if the world had fallen into some kind of death.

On the 5th basement floor of the Tokyo subway, there was a commotion of all of a sudden.

If you listen carefully, you can tell that it is some kind of abuse, cry for help, and the like.

"Where is this?"

"Is there anyone here... Don't squeeze me! ”

"Why is this happening?!"

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Unconcerned, using the Infinite Limit Technique to levitate above the heads of these people, Gojo Satoru remembered something and asked Yahara behind him, "Yahara, do you think these are the third trainee passengers who disappeared?" ”

Reminded of this, Yahara looked down, and although everyone was dressed appropriately and was serious and dignified from today's atmosphere, a closer look would reveal that their clothes were dirty and worn, and everyone's eyes were full of exhaustion.

"It should be." Yahara replied in the affirmative.

"Looks like they've been prepared for no one since last time, huh? It's really thoughtful. After saying that, he jumped to the fifth basement below.

Just as he was about to walk with Satoru Gojo, he shouted to him from behind him, "Hey! Are you going to just get away?! We're all stuck here! ”

Like the fuse that ignites gunpowder, the negative emotions such as resentment and anxiety that have accumulated for a long time are instantly detonated.

"yes, why don't you go out and find someone to help?!"

"Talking crazy things to yourself, do you think you are some kind of brave?!"

The chatter and scolding mingled in this crowded subway hall converged into the most wonderful and typical Halloween program - the demon dance.

Instead of putting on masks, people tore off their skins and unleashed the demons in their hearts.

was pointed at and abused by countless people, and no matter how calm his state of mind was, he was stirred into a muddy water, and subconsciously glared at the crowd: "Shut up!" ”

"Yahara, it's time to come down and meet old friends, they miss you so much." The clear voice seemed to be bathed in sunlight, illuminating the atrium of the mist-covered heart of the night plain.

Perfunctory in his heart to release the logical distortion of the crowd, Yahara hurriedly responded, and immediately jumped down.

On the 5th basement floor of the Tokyo Subway, the smell of steel fills the air, revealing the degree of industrialization underground.

Walking to Gojo Satoru's side, Yahara took the lead and looked at the two spell spirits in front of him with vigilance.

"Damn little imp, I haven't been able to count you bastard who came to stir up trouble!" Feeling the breath of Hua Yu coming from the black knife in Yehara's hand, the hot-tempered leaky pot scolded directly.

Mischief was breeding in his heart, and Yahara put the knife in front of him and smiled faintly: "Do spell spirits also have hatred?" I'll show you a fun one. ”

Speaking of which, the mana was injected to drive the flower royal pattern, and suddenly. The space above the heads of the four of them and beside the platform was surrounded by a large mass of thick tree roots.

"Bastard!" Although it was curious that Yahara could use Hanama's technique, it still didn't hold back the anger in its chest and rushed straight towards Yahara.

In an instant, a golden-red flame appeared silently, spreading out the surrounding space, containing extremely terrifying heat.

At the same time, the tall man with a double ponytail next to it also made a move. Aiming at the human under the root barrier of the tree, the blood of the driving arm swept through the crowd in an instant, blood overflowed, and severed limbs flew sideways.

The operation is turned "cang"!

In the face of two extremely powerful moves, he directly instructed Yahara to defend against the humans in the rear, and began to unleash his hands and feet to fight.

The flames fused with the blood, emitting sizzling white smoke.

Frowning, the man named Swelling tried to manipulate the blood back to his side, but only pulled back a little, and most of the blood was damaged by the strange orb.

"How? You're starting to imagine what excuses you're going to use if you lose, right? "Although he only forced back Gojo Satoru half a step, he broke through the barrier of the little ghost in Yahara and killed a lot of people, which can be regarded as a relief.

Unhurriedly taking off the blindfold, Gojo Satoru revealed his true face that he had not seen for a long time, and said impatiently, "You don't really think that this method can defeat me, do you?" ”

"There are no meaningless regrets in the path of a sorcerer, you don't want to get distracted."

Yahara's body trembled violently, and his eyes flickered, and he opened his eyes again to clearly see the surrounding environment.

I was actually distracted? And in such a high-end bureau?

Cold sweat oozed from his back, and suddenly the tip of his nose moved, and he smelled the smell of blood.

Turning his head in disbelief, the crowd that had just crowded and scolding had become a pile of dead people at this time, and everyone's expressions switched to fear.

All of a sudden, I felt a little refreshed.

"I know my incompetence......" Leaky Pot saw that Yahara looked blankly at the crowd behind him with heavy casualties, and smiled proudly.

Suddenly, a long black blade appeared in front of him, followed by a sharp pain in his arm.

Without giving it a chance to react, Yahara grabbed the blade of the knife by the body of the leaky pot, and his right knee instantly hit it in the abdomen.

Under the dual force, Yahara successfully sliced through half of its small body.

"Well done, keep it up." Satoru Gojo watched Yahara's attack with amusement and praised.

"Swelling phase, don't be stunned and shoot quickly!" The leaky pot released more than a dozen transformers who were handed over to him in advance by real people, each of which vaguely exuded the strength of a super-grade spell spirit.

Lacking in battle intent, the always lazy expansion phase release technique red blood manipulation guided the blood on the ground, turning into a sharp blade and slashing towards the night plain.

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