Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

She would never allow such a thing!

Mashiro nodded, put away the raindrops in her hand, and sat down on the ground, joining the others. She gently swayed the grass, her hands moving slowly and gracefully. The raindrops fell gently on her face, and she sat down beside them.

"It's only a minute in his mind, just enough to trigger his memories." (This is a fragment of a sentence, likely from a poem or poem.)

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or incomplete text. It's impossible to translate meaningfully without further context or clarification.

He looked up at Mashiro, a hint of smugness in his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

Looking at the saddle, the silkworms, the sandpipers, the difficult-to-cure cherry blossoms, the sachets, the prayer flags, the sachets ...

Then he could reveal the entire plan, showing her the ingenuity of its details bit by bit.

Unfortunately, she is the intelligence demon Xu Luo, and such petty tricks will not work.

And she also wanted to see the expression on this guy's face after the box was opened!

She rested her face on her left hand and slightly raised her eyebrows.

“You rascal…” she said, “It’s the Tartar umbrella!”

Upon hearing this, Liao Mucheng... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)

He never mentioned that name to her.

His current name is Xia Youjie, and all the curse spirits call him Xia Youjie, as do all the curse masters.

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Now this kid is sitting right in front of him, looking at him with eyes that seem to see through everything, and has revealed his real name.

Who is she? How did she know her name?

Could she also be a sorcerer who has lived from that era to the present?

But how do you explain strength?

The level of ability she displayed at the previous exchange meeting was not right; it wasn't the level one would expect from someone who has lived for a thousand years.

The food was rotten, and the people were exhausted. They could not be idle and could not bear to part with it.

Could it be that she's been playing dumb all along?

She deliberately suppressed her strength, making everyone ignore her, and then revealed her true colors at this crucial moment.

No, wait a minute, her behavior at the exchange meeting could be interpreted as her deliberately belittling herself.

But what about her fight with the real person just now?

Does she stubbornly resist the inaction that has led to this shift in her field?

And the Dharma wheel on her head—if she has lived for a thousand years, it's impossible that there would be no news about her during such a long period of time.

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He nodded, sat up straight, and asked with a hint of inquiry, "That's right, who are you?"

"Kujou Mashiro, do I still need to reintroduce myself?"

Mashiro's lips curled up in a smile, revealing a hint of something in her eyes.

The boat changed its canopy, and the boat was moved to a different position. The ...

His plan was more than half complete. Gojo Satoru had been sealed away, the real person was in his hands, and Mashiro's identity could be investigated later.

“The body I’m using.” He raised his right hand, palm up, and pointed to his face. “His name is Xia Youjie, and he’s Gojo Satoru’s best friend.”

"I see." Mashiro nodded, in a good mood.

Seeing the iliac chin, the milling squid, the hazy plant, the hidden plot, the lizard, the persuader, the love, the car, the vanishing, the valley, the sprouting, the sloshing, the muttering.

Chapter 111 Killing Intent

Mashiro pressed on, "But Gojo Satoru won't be sealed away just because your body is his best friend, will he?"

“He knew the conditions of the prison gates, so he should have been prepared when he saw you.”

"Yes." He flicked his fingers, stirring the dough, then poked it with his finger, then...

“He wasn’t lost in memories. When I walked onto the platform and called out to him, I saw the look in his eyes and I knew he was prepared.”

"Not lost in memories?"

Mashiro raised an eyebrow and said, "Could it be that she misunderstood Gojo Satoru's intelligence?"

"So I tried a different approach."

Mashiro looked at him, a bad feeling creeping into her heart; what he was about to say would probably make her feel less than pleasant.

“I opened my head and showed it to him.” He raised his right hand to his forehead, tracing the stitches along his forehead with his fingertips. “I still remember his furious expression, and then I said something to him.”

"What?" Mashiro's voice turned cold, and his eyes slowly turned icy.

He tapped the surface of the prison gate with his finger, as if he were tapping Gojo Satoru inside.

“I told him that I was able to get this body because he didn’t handle things properly back then, which prevented his dearest friend from resting in peace.”

Mashiro looked at his face, and the smile on that face became even more blatant, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

He was reminiscing about Gojo Satoru's expression at that time; he derived genuine pleasure from the rage of that modern-day strongest man.

"Would you like to take a look?" The man asked, his voice trembling. "Do you want to see it?" he asked. "It's so beautiful," the woman replied. "It's so beautiful," she said. "It's so beautiful," the man said. "It's so beautiful," the woman said. "It's so beautiful," the man ...

Mashiro looked at the increasingly exaggerated, nauseating laughter of the person in front of her.

Her gaze grew increasingly cold, and a murderous intent surged within her.

Mashiro admitted that she had wrongly accused Gojo Satoru.

He was able to restrain himself from getting lost in memories when he saw Xia Youjie's body; one can only imagine how much pain he must have been in.

Despite how sharp-tongued she might be when they were together, she already considered Gojo Satoru a friend, and she believed that Gojo Satoru felt the same way.

Now, this guy who has committed countless evils and tormented so many people for his own amusement over the past thousand years dares to treat her friend like this.

What to do? Only kill!

Mashiro's bloodlust is rising.

She looked at Liang Danhai with a low, handsome expression.

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"Now that we've finished talking, let's get going!"

Masashi's eyes narrowed, and a spatial rift slashed towards the source of the rift, instantly severing the rift.

"Oh, such a strong killing intent."

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He stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "So angry? Looks like you're not from my generation."

Just like when he provoked Gojo Satoru, he deliberately acted this way.

If it were an old guy like him, this wouldn't be a big deal, and he wouldn't have much of an emotional reaction.

Mashiro didn't reply to him. In the next instant, she leaped out of the ground, and Murasame dragged a silver blade of light from her hand.

She learned that the art of the craftsman was not as simple as it seemed, and that the craftsman was not as powerful as the craftsman.

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It was a catfish. It wasn't very big; it bounced once after landing on the ground, then burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

The next second, the ground beneath Mashiro's feet turned into a huge pit, the darkness below unfathomable.

It's an earthquake catfish!

Mashiro's heart tightened; she knew the effects of the earthquake catfish.

It's not a direct attack, but it affects a person's senses, making them think they've fallen into a deep pit and thus fall down!

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to steady herself, but her attack also stopped.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He swallowed it, his throat bobbed, and then he lifted his sleeve to wipe his mouth.

"It seems you even know about the effects of the earthquake catfish." He stood on the ground in the distance, looking at Mashiro from afar.

He smiled and rolled up his sleeves again. "I don't know where you got your information, but it doesn't matter."

"My goal has been achieved, Mashiro. See you next time."

He turned and prepared to leave into the depths of the passage.

Mashiro slammed Murasame's scabbard onto the ground with a loud thud.

"The dice were used to punish the child, and the game was played. The child was given a lot of money and money, and the child was given a lot of money and money..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mashiro's lips curled up and he activated the sonic spell!

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"You little rascal..." He stammered, his voice trembling. "You little devil..." he muttered, his voice laced with a mocking rage. "You're such a troublemaker!"

Mashiro pulled the scabbard from the ground and put it back into her body along with Murasame.

"Is Yukichi there?"

Kokichi's voice came through the communication channel less than a second later.

"Yes, I detected a violent fluctuation in your magical power just now. What happened?"

“The real person was swallowed by the fake Xia Youjie. He used the ultimate version of the Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique to achieve the transformation of non-action.” Zhenbai paused. “Report to Moth. There is another piece of news.”

"You said."

"The fake Xia Youjie's spell manipulation technique can absorb the spells of top-level spell spirits and make them his own. The real person is just one of them. He also has the Earthquake Catfish and other trump cards that he has not yet revealed."

There was a two-second silence on Kokichi's end, followed by a burst of clattering keyboard sounds.

Then the voice came again: "Message received. How's the situation on your end?"

Mashiro looked down at herself. Although she had some minor wounds, she had already healed them with the Wuwei Transformation technique.