Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

"It's strange that you know my name. A human and a cursed spirit, how come they can be together?"

She paused, then said, "That thing you just threw, didn't it? It helped me resurrect several years earlier."

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Yao Ji flapped her wings and flew into the air, looking down at the two people below.

Her tone was light and arrogant: "Although you helped me revive ahead of schedule, I still have to refuse your request."

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Princess Yagi spread her wings in mid-air, the wingtips tearing through the air.

She tilted her head back, and the sunlight shone down from behind her, casting a cold, silvery glow on her.

"Because I am free, I am free to do whatever I want, and no one can order me around, nor does anyone dare to."

The charm of the beach worm ≡ the truth of the ferret α ship swell

As expected, although these calamity-cursed spirits lost their previous memories after being resurrected, their personalities remained unchanged.

Hana-no-Miko represents nature, with a gentle and tolerant nature; Lou-ko represents a volcano, with a violent and fiery temper; while Yu-hime represents a raging wind, free and unrestrained, and will not listen to anyone's arrangements.

But she knew Yao Ji's fatal weakness.

conceited.

She is far too arrogant.

The most effective way to deal with such cursed spirits is never through negotiation, but through provocation.

"That's such a pity." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

"I was originally thinking of asking you to deal with Duanmu Yan. That human claims to control the power of lava and gales and is very arrogant in the world of sorcery. I thought that with your love of freedom, you would definitely want to cause trouble for him. It seems that I was overthinking it."

Yao Ji's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air. She folded her wings and fell straight down from the sky, leaving a circular crack in the ground when she landed.

Her pupils narrowed to slits as she stared intently at the man with the dark, brooding expression on his face.

With a wave of her arms, a gale arose, uprooting trees from the entire dense forest. Huge tree trunks tumbled and collided in mid-air like matchsticks, stripping away a layer of turf from the ground and carving countless grooves into the rocks with the wind blades.

"...That's incredibly arrogant!"

Louhu stood to the side, staring into Yaoji's unruly eyes, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"You'd better not be careless. That human is very strong. I challenged that man once, just like you, but I ended up with a complete and utter defeat... In the battles against him afterward, even my best friend..."

Yao Ji didn't listen to his words at all.

She tilted her head and gently scratched her ear with the tip of her wing, her tone filled with undisguised impatience: "It's all because you're too weak. Losing means you're weak, winning means you're strong... This is an age-old truth. You lost, that's your problem, what does it have to do with me?"

The water clock remained silent for a moment, without saying a word.

It wasn't because I was speechless after being confronted, but because this scene was all too familiar.

He thought the same thing before facing Duanmu Yan, but what happened?

Hua Yu died before his eyes, shattering into countless green specks of light. He couldn't even finish his last words to her.

He suppressed his agitation, took a step forward, and said in a lower and more sincere voice, "Even if we have to go, let me go with you. The chances of success are always greater with two people than with one."

"I don't need the help of the weak," Yao Ji said without even turning her head. "I can go by myself."

"What if even you can't beat that man?"

"Are you talking about the Duanmu Yan you mentioned?" Yao Ji's figure vanished from her spot in an instant, only to reappear out of thin air in Yao Ji's presence.

Invisible wind blades surged from her wingtips, slowly enveloping the two of them. "Just a human."

She slowly walked up to the two of them, her voice carrying an air of self-righteous arrogance: "How could mere humans possibly understand the wind better than I do? Duanmu Yan... I'll handle him."

The water clock stopped arguing with her. He turned his gaze to the silent, smiling woman beside him.

The falcon post lamp was smothered, and the anti-monkey was smothered. The truth was that the falcon post lamp was smothered, and the anti-monkey was smothered. The ...

Yao Ji is a calamity-level combatant that we finally managed to acquire. If she were to die right after being resurrected, it would be a huge loss for us.

"Duanmu Yan is a man of mysterious origin." The man's expression was enigmatic and unpredictable. He seemed to be saying, "He's a man of erratic behavior, always keeping his distance." He continued, "He's a man of unpredictable origin, always keeping his distance."

Yao Ji turned around, her eyebrows furrowing: "Who?"

"His name is... Gojo Satoru."

……

On the other side, Gojo Satoru, who had just finished his mission, was sitting in his car, having a long phone conversation with our Chairman Duanmu.

"Please let me rest tomorrow, dear Duanmu! My favorite dessert shop is opening a new branch tomorrow, and as a diamond member, I definitely have to go and support it!"

Gojo Satoru tucked his phone between his shoulder and ear, slumped back in the seat like he had no bones, his sunglasses perched crookedly on his nose.

The caller's voice was merciless: "There are so many cursed spirits these days, I don't have time to let you go out for dessert."

"What? You're not allowed to go?!" Gojou Satoru sat up straight in a flash. "Duanmu, let me tell you, even if you don't let me go, I'll still sneak off. You'd better think carefully before you answer!"

The assistant driver in front couldn't help but glance back through the rearview mirror.

As expected, the rumors circulating about the unusual relationship between Chairman Duanmu and the five special-grade officers are true.

They can even openly admit to slacking off.

"If you peek again, I'll beat you up," Gojo Satoru said calmly, his face expressionless. The assistant coach's shoulders twitched suddenly, and he couldn't help but shiver.

It was clearly the chairman who forbade you from eating dessert, so please don't take your anger out on the innocent assistant supervisor.

Gojo Satoru suddenly put away his phone, and the lazy look on his face vanished instantly.

"parking."

Chapter 187 A Gift for Duanmu

"If you peek again, I'll beat you up," Gojo Satoru said calmly, his face expressionless. The assistant coach's shoulders twitched suddenly, and he couldn't help but shiver.

It was clearly the chairman who forbade you from eating dessert, so please don't take your anger out on the innocent assistant supervisor.

“…Stop the car.” Gojo Satoru suddenly put away his phone, and the lazy tone in his voice vanished instantly.

The assistant supervisor looked into the rearview mirror and saw those unobstructed blue eyes; his fingers slammed on the brakes faster than his brain could process them.

"Lord Gojo, w-what's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru did not answer him. His six eyes peered through the car window, past the roadside trees, and over the distant, hazy industrial skyline, locking onto a cursed force that was rapidly approaching.

"Interesting." He pushed open the car door, strode out, and as he closed the door behind him, he tapped twice on the roof. He then looked down at the driver's side window and flashed a bright smile. "You can go back now. Someone will pick me up for the rest of the journey."

Although the assistant supervisor didn't know what had happened, since Gojo Special Grade had told him to leave first, he must have his reasons. Without further hesitation, he immediately floored the accelerator and sped away.

The wheels screeched on the empty highway, and the taillights quickly disappeared into the night.

Gojo Satoru stretched, his bones cracking, and looked up at the sky.

Incidentally, to avoid causing a commotion on the street, he covered his eyes with a strip of cloth.

The moonlight cast a silvery glow on the bandages covering his eyes, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"I'm currently upset because Duanmu refused my vacation."

However, his face and physique were still too eye-catching. The assistant supervisors privately said that if Gojo-sama went to be an entertainer, the entire association wouldn't need to do any field work for a year.

Above the bright and clear full moon, a dark shadow swept across the moon's surface.

In an instant, a huge tornado descended from the sky, with countless wind blades wrapped in the cyclone, cutting deep grooves into the asphalt road and instantly engulfing him.

Yao Ji landed gracefully, her claws lightly touching the cracked asphalt. Looking in the direction swallowed by the tornado, a hint of disappointment crossed her voice: "It's not a big deal, really. I just hope you're resilient enough not to die from this attack, otherwise I won't even be able to find anyone to ask for directions."

Just as she was feeling smug, a force completely opposite to the whirlwind surged out from the center of the storm.

The gravitational pull of the sky tore a hole in the tornado from the inside, and the wind wall seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand before dissipating in a hum.

Gojo Satoru stepped out slowly, one hand in his pocket, the other with two fingers together.

The gust of wind that was powerful enough to cut through steel bars didn't even manage to mess up his uniform.

"Honestly, they attacked without even giving a warning. These days, cursed spirits are so rude."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes, which were wrapped in cloth, turned to Yao Ji in mid-air, "And... it's no big deal who you said it was."

Yao Ji slowly flew up, hovering in mid-air, squinting as she looked down at the white-haired human.

This human is quite interesting.

Gojo Satoru remained in the same position as before.

He looked at the cursed spirit in mid-air and quickly assessed it in his mind.

It's an unrecorded Special Grade, and it's considered quite strong even among Special Grade fighters.

He recalled the ambush that Xia Youjie and Duanmu Yan encountered a few years ago when they were helping Huiyuan and the others with a mission, during which two unrecorded special-grade cursed spirits were among them.

Is there any connection between these two things?

He didn't rush to make a move, standing there lazily. Compared to himself, the guy in front of him, who looked like a harpy from a comic book, was indeed quite weak.

Note: At this time, Gojo Goen had not reached the 22-finger level he had in 2018. Now his strength was only a pitiful 18 to 19 fingers.

"I'm asking you, do you know a volcano?"

As Yao Ji floated in mid-air, she thought for a moment, then tapped her temple lightly with her wingtip and replied casually, "Ah, you mean that guy who's radiating heat? I know him. I met him once after I was resurrected."

"Oh, so you two know each other. That makes things easier."

Gojo Satoru cracked his knuckles as he slowly began to walk forward, each step casual, as if he were taking a stroll.

He swung his arms, lightly touching his fist and palm together, making a crisp sound.

"It seems... I've found a gift that will get Duanmu to grant me leave."

Yagi looked down at Gojo Satoru with an unfriendly expression, her hawk-like eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "You mean... you want to capture me as a gift?"

Gojo Satoru nodded easily, his tone casual, "Ah, isn't that obvious?"

"You're courting death!" Yao Ji shrieked to the sky, her wings flapping violently.

A tornado, even larger than the one before, formed in front of her. The column of wind was thick enough to swallow an entire building. The asphalt road was ripped up in pieces, and gravel and asphalt flew like bullets in the gale.

"That tornado was just something I casually unleashed, how dare you, a human, be so insolent! Giant Tornado, crush it!"