My youth love story can definitely be written

Liu U.S. reluctantly said.

So, is it really a problem of being too young?Yin Yang School is similar to a high school institution. Although it is mainly based on teaching on Yin and Yang techniques, it also has ordinary high school courses. Although Yin Yang School claims that it does not exclude geniuses from entering early, after all, they are still a primary school student in the United States... Are you jumping too high?

Biqigu's thoughtful way,

"So? Please, what the hell is it? You should be going to elementary school, right?"

"Ah, of course the school is going to...really, I thought I would never have to go to that place again."

Hearing Liumei’s complaint, Biqigu hesitated.

"If you don't want to go to the original school, I can contact you and transfer you to an elementary school in the city."

"Lolicon?"

"no!"

"Well, thank you."

Stay in the United States,

"But no, I haven't disliked that school to such a degree. As for why I beg you...Have you not heard the director of Jingongji?"

"……Say what?"

There is always an unknown hunch.

"I Tsurumi studied in the United States, and I will be a member of the countermeasures room from today. I am more than senior Kegu, please advise!"

"...That, what does that mean?"

"Yes, I will be your rookie from today."

Biqigu was silent for a while, then suddenly took out his mobile phone.

"Hey, Sister Changpu? I want to ask if I can change Liumei and Kagura. Compared with elementary school students, I still prefer junior high school students, although it is a crime."

"Sure enough, you should die."

"Just making a joke won't make me die?"

"You made such a joke with such a cute little loli like me, shouldn't you die?"

"Where is there such a thick-skinned little loli in the world..."

Biqigu shook his head and took a few steps forward.

The place where I met Liumei was on the roof of a building. Biqigu didn’t take a closer look at what company’s building it was. He pointed to a shadow downstairs.

"Since you want to join the countermeasure room, show me your abilities first, destroy the group of evil spirits, or honestly go to elementary school."

"Hey, it sounds like you are the head of the room."

Liumei curled her lips in disdain, and stood beside Biqigu.

"Let me do such a small thing, let me watch it carefully."

She squeezed Biqigu hard, and then stretched out her little white hand toward the downstairs.

223 I think you all know why it is 223.

As the voice fell, Liu Mei extended her little hand in the direction designated by Biqigu. She didn't see any movement, nor did she say anything like a spell on her mouth. Biqigu waited for a while and found that Liumei was still quiet and couldn't help it. Looking at little Lolita with doubts.

"... I said, don't just poss, but hurry up."

Biqigu couldn't help but teased,

"It's not that you can't even solve these lowest-level evil spirits, right?"

Well, considering her age, it is a matter of course that the evil spirit cannot be solved. After all, no matter how talented, she is nothing but a little loli still in elementary school.

Just when Biqigu was about to think about some words of comfort, she found that this little loli glanced at him with disdain, and a contemptuous "humph" came out from her delicate nose.

Oops, I didn't learn it well when I went to Yinyang School, but instead I learned this bad temper?

Biqigu felt that his forehead exploded a bit, and a hot air rushed from the ground up from above, squeezing his chest. He grunted and was about to speak, but he suddenly froze in place.

In the direction of Liumei pointing with her finger, the dark twilight gradually lit up the cold and blue fluorescence. In Biqigu’s eyes, countless auras floating in the space began to gather here, as if attracted by the fragrance of flowers. The butterfly is like a vicious dog rushing towards the bone.The aura that originally had no attribute tendency was all tainted with the aura of ice cold after gathering, began to emit a faint blue light, and finally condensed into a blue ice crystal flower.

No need to look, the evil spirits over there have all turned to ashes.

Biqigu’s face is a bit weird. Any spell and onmyoji must use handprints and spells as the medium. This is a necessity for casting spells. Even after reaching a certain level of strength, the casting process can be simplified in all aspects. It is unavoidable to have a certain spellcasting movement, such as a verbal syllable, or a gesture on the hand. This is the theoretically simplified performance of spells. Biqigu does not know spells, but regardless of Huangquan’s At the Jingong Temple, he was able to get such information.

——In today's world, no one can achieve the degree of self-generation with a thought.

That is not the human domain.

Therefore, what you study in the United States is definitely not a magic technique.

So what is it?

Biqigu felt that he knew a little bit in his heart.

"It's no wonder that the guys at Yin Yang School want to let you out..."

Biqigu touched his chin, smiled and said to Liumei.

Liumei was caught by Biqigu’s eyes, and she shivered, pretending to be indifferent.

"Hachiman, you must be thinking something bad, right? I warn you in advance. I will never forgive you if you do something too excessive."

I'm going to do something that is too much... After all, what kind of person am I in your eyes...

Bi Qigu felt speechless. He really didn't bother to care about the little girl who was persecuted and delusional. He just rolled his eyes and said to the little girl nearby.

"Follow me."

"Keep up? What else...have the evil spirits been resolved?"

Liumei was somewhat confused, and Biqigu glanced at her.

"If it's just these evil spirits, do you think the countermeasures room will let me come? For opponents of this level, the fourth lesson of the Special Team of the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Headquarters of the Ministry of Defense is enough."

"What... It's super like the name of the trash army."

"Don't mind, it's a trash army."

Liumei and Biqigu face each other, but her expression abruptly changes, and she curls her lips in dissatisfaction.