The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

After being injured for a hundred days, he has overtaken all good things.

The original owner didn't step out of the door, let alone exercise, and even the usual three meals were sent to the house. As a result, when the daily lively dagger took over, it was a tragedy.

His hamstrings hurt like hell, Dagger's face was pale and pale, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the urge to shed tears. Yashi Hasebe hurriedly pushed him down from the wall carefully, even though the With his face buried in his chest, he could still feel the various eyes cast from behind.

It seemed that Hasebe was going to carry him back to the room, but in order to save the last layer of shame, the dagger gritted his teeth and struggled to the ground, insisting on walking back to the room by himself.

The way back suddenly became very far away. With the short knife, he took two steps and took one step, took two steps and took one step. He turned his head and looked at the tense-faced Hasebe and Tsurumaru Kuninaga who followed closely behind him, who was guilty on the surface and full of enthusiasm in his heart. He turned around silently and took another step forward.

He remembered this grudge.

Not long ago, the body that he had recovered not long ago had problems again, and the permission to go out was revoked in less than two days. He sniffed his nose with a short knife, and dragged his leg forward slowly while holding the door frame by his side. After a long time, I finally reached the door.

The dagger silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he was about to take a breath and open the door, a person suddenly rushed out from the room.The dagger froze for a moment, and before he could take back his hand on the door, he was frightened by the person rushing towards him and took a step back.

The dagger, who completely forgot that his hamstring had just been injured, blushed with a brush on his face, and was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and his leg went limp, and he fell down directly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was standing very close to the boy, seeing this, he quickly stepped forward to support him, and stepped back in the direction of his falling force, to prevent the boy from being slandered again on the leg.

The hand on the young man's shoulder paused slightly, Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked, and raised his head to look at the person coming.

It's the five tigers retreating.

Fu Sangshen, with creamy yellow short hair, lowered his head and rushed out, directly bumping into the dagger head-on.Tsurumaru Kuninaga slowly lifted the dagger up, looked down, and at this moment, the child in his arms suddenly covered his face with his hands.

He looked at Wu Hutui who had been hanging his head all the time, and was about to casually ask why he was in the room, but he saw Fu Sangshen's reddish eyes from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but stop suddenly.

kindness?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga had a trace of doubt in his heart, but at this moment, he heard the anxious urging voice of Hasebe beside him.

"Hurry up, Tsurumaru, hurry up and take the lord into the house!" Yaki Hasebe, who was only thinking about the situation of the dagger's thigh, didn't think much of it when he saw Wuhutai running out of the room, and simply thought that he was looking for him. With a short knife, so naturally I didn't see the reddish corners of Fu Sangshen's eyes.

He urged Tsurumaru Kuninaga to quickly enter the room, and the latter glanced at the five tigers who had never said a word, and then he had no choice but to suppress Hasebe's speed of speech, and quickly hugged the person in his arms into the house.

Pressing and cutting Zhanggubu followed in, looked back at Wuhutui who was standing at the door with his head down, and asked, "Wuhutui, do you want to come in?"

Standing at the door, Fu Sangshen's body seemed to tremble for a moment. He raised his reddish eyes and quietly glanced at the invisible person who was being held by Tsurumaru Kuninaga. After a long time, he slowly shook his head, Run along the side of the corridor.

what happened……

Seeing his rapidly disappearing back, Hasebe seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and after a moment of reaction, he slowly closed the paper door of the room.

The place where the short knife stretched was the inner thigh tendon. The reason is probably that when I was frightened by Tsurumaru Kuninaga just now, I stepped on the air and slipped, and the leg subconsciously stretched to a crappy place, and the body that hadn't exercised much at all suddenly collapsed. Stretched to the tendons.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked his light golden eyes, with an eager expression on his face, he licked his lower lip, and said, "May I give you a massage, my lord?"

"massage?"

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, slowly sat on the bed while holding the dagger, and took a moment to look up at him, "Do you know how?"

Tsurumaru never answered, but instead grinned and said, "This kind of stretched tendon can be cured with a massage, my lord, do you want to try?" He paused, then suddenly said, "Massage will make the injury heal faster."

"……"real?

The bottom of Dagger's heart began to waver, but at this moment, Hasebe, who was on the side, had an expression of believing that you had a ghost, and waved his hand impatiently, directly stopping Tsurumaru Kuninaga's words.

"I'll go to Yaoyan, and you will take care of my lord here." He stood up, walked to the door, looked back at the smiling expression of Fu Sangshen, who was all in pure white, paused, and pressed Hasebe to fold quickly. When he came back, he leaned close to him and whispered, "Be more honest!", and then left quickly.

The paper door was gently closed, Tsurumaru Kuninaga straightened up and watched the figure reflected on the paper door gradually disappear, his expression became active immediately.

This can be regarded as his first visit to the room of the god judge. As the last sword forged by the original owner, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who neither received attention nor suffered much torture, was of a very low level, and thus became a The person in this pill can be bullied (in fact, it's something I found).

Fu Sangshen, who was dressed in silver, looked around curiously. After finding that the facilities in the house seemed to be not much different from other Japanese rooms, he looked away with little interest.

Suddenly glanced at the cabinet behind him from the corner of the eye, Tsurumaru Kuninaga froze for a moment, glanced at the dagger who closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and turned slightly sideways, just about to reach out and open the door by a third for some reason He closed it, and when his eyes touched the things in the dark depths of the cabinet, his hands suddenly stopped.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the things in the depths thoughtfully. After a while, he gently closed the door, and turned back naturally.

There was silence in the Japanese room, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga tapped his knees a few times with his fingertips, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly moved quietly to the dagger leaning on the side.The boy's long black hair covered his thin white neck, and the slightly curled tail was hidden under the loose robe.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga tilted his head and glanced at the young man who seemed to be slightly pale because of the pain. He was quiet for a while, and then suddenly returned to his original expression.

"My lord, don't you want to try? Press it and you'll be cured." Fu Sangshen looked at the boy who had opened his eyes, and smiled seductively, "Don't you also hate staying in the house all the time, and you won't suffer if you try it. .”

"..."

Dian Dao stared suspiciously at Fu Sangshen, who was planning something in front of him, obviously doubting his credibility.But even so, he still moved his leg under the quilt silently, but a tingling sensation came from the inside of the leg just by moving it lightly.

Dagger took a deep breath, and suddenly turned his head to stare at the culprit who couldn't see a trace of guilt.He shouldn't believe this person's words, but he doesn't want to live a few days without being able to go out and move.Dian Dao frowned, glanced hesitantly at Fu Sangshen beside him, and his heart began to loosen.

Seeing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga immediately made another knife, "If the medicine research comes later, maybe the master will take some black and bitter medicine!"

"..."

Dagger's heart trembled, and he gritted his teeth for a moment of silence and said, "Come on."

When Fu Sangshen heard the words, he smiled triumphantly.

I don't know if the young man can massage the short knife, and he has never been massaged before, so when the silver-haired Fu Sangshen came over and suddenly reached out to untie the strap of his jacket, the short knife was stunned.

"Why are you undressing?"

Fu Sangshen replied casually, "How about a massage if you don't take it off?"

"..."

It seemed that the dagger that was pushed back by this answer was silent for a while, until the outer robe was taken off and only the middle coat was left on the body, the dagger made a sound again.

"Do you want to take off the inside too?"

Fu Sangshen didn't change his face, "How can I massage if I don't take it off."

"..."

The slender belt around the waist was slowly loosened, and the jacket was hanging loosely on the body.Dian Dao looked at Fu Sangshen in front of him with downcast pale golden eyes, and was about to take off the last piece of clothes on his body. He frowned suddenly, reacted faintly, and grabbed the hair that had slipped off his shoulders. clothing.

"Why did you take off my shirt when I stretched my hamstring?"

"Aren't the clothes connected together?"

"..." He was wearing a shrine-like work uniform issued by Shizheng, but it was indeed connected, but...

The short knife gathers the robe together, and throws off the quilt.He leaned over and tried to maintain his posture to reach the hem of the clothes around his legs. After he caught it, he pulled it up.

"Isn't that all right?"

"..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga silently watched the black-haired boy lift up his clothes. From his angle, he could only see the thin white light and bare ankles and calves half covered by the clothes, and the direction the boy was facing when he lifted his clothes It is the direction of the paper door.

"..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his hand and pressed the uncontrollable corners of his lips, he exhaled helplessly, thinking that it would be interesting if someone came in at this time.

Even though he thought so, for the time being he still had the last shred of conscience, so Fu Sangshen calmed down, and when he was about to remind the boy something, the silent paper door over there was suddenly pulled open.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: ...

Yaken Toshiro: ...

Pressing and cutting long valley: (⊙.⊙)

Dagger:...

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was cut off by Hasebe, and the room was quiet. Yaken Toshiro sat silently and looked at the corpse-like boy with his face down, and the corners of his mouth moved a few times involuntarily.

There was an inexplicably extremely sad breath in the air, Yaken Toshiro hastily pulled the corners of his lips and cleared his throat.

"general."

The young man didn't respond, Yaken Toshiro couldn't help but hooked the corners of his lips, and called again, "General, if you don't get up again, I'm going to lift the quilt."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man on the quilt immediately jumped up, pulled the scattered outer robe and wrapped himself up quickly, but perhaps because he was too anxious, he pulled his hamstring suddenly during the movement, and the dagger slandered him twice. The child threw himself on the quilt.

Yaken Fujishiro jumped on his forehead, and hurriedly stepped forward to inspect the boy's condition, and found that the latter seemed to be biting his lip and crying with a small face in pain. After having no other problems, Yaken Fujishiro couldn't help but feel relieved.

"You really..." Yaken Toshiro sighed helplessly, and knelt down beside the dagger lying on the quilt.He slowly stretched out his hand to cover the teenager's thigh, and the latter immediately stiffened from fright.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a massage."

As soon as the words fell, the subordinate's body stiffened even more.

"...It's really just a massage, please don't confuse me with Tsurumaru-san."

Yaken Toshiro, who was completely unaware of what he said was very rude, moved his palm, and gently pressed on the boy's thigh.Fu Sangshen lowered his eyes and carefully relieved the pain of the dagger. Gradually, Yaken Toshiro stopped slowly until his subordinate's body returned to normal.

He raised his body and breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously glanced at the young man, only to find that the young man had fallen asleep at some point.

Yaken Toshiro froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly.Covering the short knife with the quilt, and tucking the corners carefully, the black-haired Fu Sangshen looked down at the sleeping boy, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and exited the room gently.

The room was completely silent, but after a long time, the paper door in the room was suddenly gently opened, and a person walked in through the door.

The man tiptoed around the sleeping dagger, but accidentally bumped into the corner of the table during his movements, and immediately jumped aside in pain.

The dagger in his sleep didn't respond at all, as if he was tired from the pain.The man looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he immediately turned to the cabinet and slowly opened the door.

He fumbled around inside, and after the man grabbed something, his eyes lit up and he immediately hid it in his robe.

The dagger in sleep made a humming sound, which immediately made the man turn his head away in fright. However, when he found that the dagger still hadn't woken up, the man couldn't help letting go of his hanging heart, and quietly left the room without further delay.