I planted little spray mushrooms at 5:20 and dominated the magic world at 13:14

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Chapter 137

    A few simple words, and Yuan Shuyue felt like he was in an ice cellar.

    Rope. Six eyes.

    Kill again.

    ... This 'Ryomen Sukuna' also has the memory before rebirth!

    At first glance, it sounds more complete than what he remembered.

    Those memories of reincarnation, perhaps because they were too painful, triggered some kind of self-protection mechanism in the brain, he couldn't remember them clearly.

    It was like a layer of frosted glass, blurry and unclear, only vaguely remembering the extreme grief, struggle, and helplessness, so that in the end he almost made a decision without hesitation: betting his death, betting that he, who was cursed by Gojo Satoru, could become a special-grade cursed spirit.

    Ryomen Sukuna knew more than him, and maybe he could get the unknown part out of him.

    But now is definitely not a good time.

    Xiayou Jie and Gojo Satoru, on the left and right, looked at him at the same time. Yuan Shuyue's back instantly tensed, clenched his fists, and squeezed out a puzzled smile with all his life's acting skills: "What does it mean?"

    Successfully deceived the two.

    Geto Xia Yu: "I don't know..."

    "Hey. I'm asking you." Gojo Satoru kicked over the squeaking flowerpot, stepped on it under his shoe, and said with a fake smile, "Ryomen Sukuna, what nonsense are you talking about?"

    "Who do you want to kill? It's obviously a pot, but you talk so arrogantly?"

    The two flowerpots under his feet moved, and the two cursed forces collided, breaking out in an extremely fierce confrontation - the two flowerpots with only the strength of a finger were defeated and continued to be stepped on, and immediately calmed down.

    "Oh?... So they changed my container." Ryoumen Sukuna realized this, "Where's Itadori Yuji? He didn't come back to life?" Gojo Satoru

    repeated, "Itadori Yuji... That pink-haired elementary school student? What's going on?"

    Ryoumen Sukuna: "Elementary school student?"

    Gojo Satoru: "Yes, an elementary school student. Why, do you prefer living in a child's body to a flower pot? You're dreaming, old man."

    "Child..."

    Although being stepped on, it did not affect Ryoumen Sukuna's vision. His eyes moved around like a fish, turning around and looking at the three of them. The familiar black high school uniform, the familiar long-haired Minamoto Hiiragi, but there was a little difference. The

    'Nosuke' who was supposed to help him was watching the show with an expression of watching a good show. Combined with the information in Gojo Satoru's words, what else could he not understand?

    He laughed out loud: "...Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahaha——"

    Ryoumen Sukuna laughed extremely wildly. He had never seen such a crazy flower pot in his life.