save the judge

Yaken hastily tied up the wound on his arm with his teeth biting the bandaged end. Although the blood would swim out soon, at least it would not slip onto his hand and hinder his movement.

Fu Sangshen doesn't look any different from humans, but that's just the appearance.

The only component that constitutes this body is spiritual power, so it does not have the basic self-healing ability like a human body of flesh and blood. Even the smallest wound will exist for a long time before it is filled with spiritual power.

However, the spiritual power reserves given to Fu Sangshen by the gods are generally sufficient, enough to cope with these small situations in life, and there is also sufficient spiritual power in this pill, so that Fu Sangshen can form a cycle of obtaining spiritual power .

However, this kind of cycle can only deal with small scenes. When a minor injury occurs, it needs to be handled by a mind examiner. The current situation of Honmaru is obviously beyond the scope of the "big scene".

The four hands-on rooms in Honmaru are operating at full capacity, and this place has also been regarded as a battlefield. The door and the ground are dripping with blood.

Yao Yan put on his white coat covered in blood and ashes again, and quickly pushed Yi Qi Yi Xing, who was trying to sit up and count his younger brothers, back on the bed.

"...Yakuken?! Wait a minute—I'll go and see Baoding and Shinano, I didn't find them just now—"

The gentle Fu Sangshen tried his best to argue with his younger brother, saying that he was definitely not trying to be brave and take the opportunity to escape, and when he almost swore to heaven and earth, Jingongjiquan was holding a new set of hand tools in his hand and glared fiercely. Looking at him, he curled his fingers and tapped the bed board impatiently: "Lie down!"

In the first phase, he was stabbed in the abdomen, and the blood had already trickled down the bedboard to the floor. If Fu Sangshen's body didn't rely on blood to measure his physiological condition, he would have been paralyzed on the bed at this moment and would not have died. There is such a spirited voice to fight.

Jingujiquan's condition is not very good at the moment. He was overwhelmed by the sudden rainstorm. He started to have a fever as soon as he returned to Honmaru. He was so dizzy at first, but after seeing the scene of Honmaru, he became so angry that he became weak. In order to be brave, no one would be able to see that he is still having a fever, except for his slightly slack eyes and red eyes.

The gods who wanted to pay said that they hoped that the judges would heal their illnesses first and then buy them, but this suggestion was rejected by the berserk Jingongjiquan with a look.

Fu Sangshen, with short water-colored hair, stopped talking, but his eyes clearly expressed his reluctance firmly. When the two sides confronted each other, a muffled sound of "boom" echoed twice in the hand room. Just now, his eyes were wide open. Protesting Fu Sangshen fell on the bed without saying a word.

Standing behind him holding the main body knife and turning the handle forward, Yaken looked calm, stretched out his hand to support his glasses, and turned up and down around Yiqi Yizhen with a very terrifying look, holding the handle The look seems to be eager to try and want to do it again.

"Any patient who resists treatment needs an iron fist."

After looking at it, it was a pity that Yao Yan, who did not need to make up the knife, put down the main knife, and announced proudly.

Standing at the door and witnessing the whole process, Japan's eyes widened, and subconsciously tucked the hip flask that she never left her hand into her arms, and at the same time began to think hard about whether she had any "non-compliance with the doctor's advice" behavior.

——Didn’t it be agreed that doctors are angels of the legal system? Why does his family seem to be of the line of berserkers?

"Then when are you going to rest, General? Candlestick Qiedian has already boiled your medicine."

The dagger who regained his composure suddenly turned his face sideways and asked Jingujiquan.

Jingujiquan stared at Yaoken who had suddenly blackened for a second. He had heard this sentence many times from different Fu Sangshen, but this was the first time he began to seriously think about it. meaning of words.

"Uh... wait outside—I mean, go after the first period is cured."

Halfway through the conversation, Jingujiquan, who saw Yaoken squinting his eyes a little, changed his tone tactfully.

"Then you can go now, the spiritual power in the hand entry room is very abundant, you don't need to be present for the time being, I can do the rest."

Speaking arbitrary words, the aura of the dagger soared to two meters in an instant, and he was short of a group of burly men in black, sunglasses and bald tattoos standing behind him.

Jingujiquan weighed it up, put down his things wisely, and exited the room.

Higakiri was leaning against half of the unaffected complete door in a daze, and Keimaru was squatting in front of him, muttering something, Higakiri was listening casually, and as he was talking, he saw that Kumaru was about to cry again look like.

"Higakiri?"

Jingujiquan felt that their scene looked quite harmonious, so that he was a little embarrassed to disturb.

Hearing his voice, Mustache put down his hand holding the knife, and turned his head with a smile: "Is the Patriarch finally going to sleep? If I don't go, my warm bed will be cold."

Keimaru, who still had tears in his eyes, was startled when he heard this, a sunflower shook his head and turned towards Higakiri, and the powerful Jinguji Izumi worried for a moment whether he would sprain his neck.

"Anijia?! You and the Patriarch...you have already..."

The honest Fu Sangshen stammered for a long time but couldn't squeeze out the words behind "you", and instead blushed after talking for a long time, stood up after holding back for a long time: "I, I, I, I will help They clean up..."

Without waiting for anyone to reply, he rushed out like chasing a vicious dog.

"Oh, brother Maru is full of unhealthy thoughts." Higakiri tilted his head, and made a comment as a brother in a serious manner.

Jingujiizumi watched Kemaru hurriedly run away speechlessly, and then looked at Hikiri, he always felt that Hikiri after the dark fall was more...

Chaos is a little bit worse?

Fu Sangshen's chaotic attribute was already obvious, but this time he was so chaotic that he couldn't see the main body clearly.

Jingongjiquan then shook his head: "Why do you say such misleading things, just say that you can use a hot water bottle to warm it up, what a bad idea..."

Fu Sangshen, with long silver hair, turned his head and slowly revealed a sly and innocent smile: "But I didn't use any warm water bottle. How can I trust to hand over something that is closely related to the owner of the house?"

???

Jingu Jiquan was tossed by a low-grade fever, and his somewhat confused mind took three times before he heard the meaning of this sentence, and looked back at Hikakiri with a dazed expression: "Huh?"

Fu Sangshen lowered his head slightly to look at him, stretched out a hand to push away some strands of hair that blocked Jingongjiquan's eyes, and his tone was as gentle as his movements, and he could pull out the sugar strands: "Hey, the Patriarch's reaction is really amazing. It makes me sad, shouldn't I be moved to give me a kiss now?"

Ever since he came back, Higakiri seemed to have turned on some strange switch suddenly. From time to time, he would say a few words that made people wonder what to do. It's also very easy for people who are in trouble. Beating the opponent violently, kicking the next three lanes, or just rolling your eyes and turning your head and leaving are all good solutions.

But he was a little hesitant about Hikakiri.

The first two methods are definitely unusable, so what about the last one?

Of course, Jingujiquan knew how to politely reject others. He even borrowed the body of a psychologist once. Although he was pushed into the morgue after staying for less than five days, he was more or less influenced by it. Well.

But he didn't really want to reject Hikakiri like this. He was constantly thinking about finding a more gentle way, one that would not embarrass both parties...

In short, this problem has been dragged on for almost four days and has not been resolved.

Jingujiquan thought calmly, it's over.

He was actually trying to make up a reason for the rejection instead of dismissing it with a smile.

All of the undecided words he's assembled to say no to eventually come back to the point that they're not guaranteed to be together forever.

The lifespan of human beings is limited. Although Jingujiquan's soul is shattered and seems to have gained many new lives, he is still human in essence, the kind of human who will grow old, get sick and die when the time comes. Life is unlimited, especially after Higakiri's dark fall, he doesn't even need to rely on Jingujiquan's spiritual power to survive. In theory, Higakiri's life will go to eternity.

And Jingu Jiquan will never agree to the plot of dying for love, which sounds beautiful but is actually very worthy of complaints.

Think about it, your lover is dead, but you have to wander in the world for an indefinitely long time, like duckweed and snow, with no origin and no whereabouts, how terrible it would be.

After experiencing such pain, it is even more impossible for Jingujiquan to let Higakiri experience this kind of taste.

And if they haven't even reached the end of human life, Izumi Jinguji can pretend that nothing happened and live in peace. According to Hidekiri's character, how can he accept his blessing again?

He still has to embark on the road of wandering alone in the end, and it is earlier than the previous ending.

No matter how you think about it, the two of them will not have any good results together.

Jingu Jiquan used mechanical thinking to list the pros and cons one by one, weighed the proportions of the two parties, and finally came to this conclusion.

So I would rather pretend to be stupid than agree to him.

Izumi Jinguji repeated this conclusion in his mind again before raising his head to look directly into Higakiri's eyes.

Looking at it this way, he realized that Mustache had been watching him the whole time.

It seemed that no matter what time it was, whether he was meditating, in a daze, or talking to others, every time he turned his head, he could always see such eyes.

He didn't know how long Hidekiri looked at him before he could wait for him to look back.

But at this moment, because of this look, he felt a little soft-hearted.

Seeing him looking over, Fu Sangshen immediately bent his eyes and laughed lazily: "Oh, the Patriarch has already figured out how to deal with me?"

Jingujiquan pursed his lips, the other party's casual attitude made him a little inexplicably annoyed.

"Coping? If you think you are only worthy of such a word, then I can only deal with you."

The black-haired human's tone was stiff, causing Hikeri to blink his eyes in surprise.

"I don't know what you are thinking," Jingujiquan looked at the cat/eyes with slightly upturned eyes, and couldn't suppress the long-standing emotions in his heart for a moment, "...I thought you should be very rational, you know What to do and what not to do, you have always been like this, to make distance or create distance..."

Like Mikazuki, Higakiri, born in the Heian period, has a precise understanding of the distance between people and people. They are good at controlling the scale of communication, as if they were born with a steelyard in their hearts, and they crossed that line. Just subtract a little, add a little if you don't reach that line, everyone can feel their affinity, and they are also silently blocked from that line.

But now, Higiri is trying to cross this line, and the movement is so loud that Jingujiquan can't ignore it.

"I'm just short of time." Higakiri didn't care about Jinguji Izumi's unsatisfactory comments. "If you have enough time, you won't even realize what I'm doing, and you won't be able to leave me naturally."

He still had a smile on his face when he said such terrible words with dark connotations.

Jingujiquan choked on the breath in his chest: "Do you know what you are talking about?!"

His beautiful eyes were open, and there was a vivid blank expression on his fair face: "Well... I want to press you on the bed, I want to touch every inch of your body, I want to close the door of the cage, and I want to hold you in your arms." Tie a thin golden chain around your ankles—a chain that is the same color as your spiritual power, and I want you to beg me, and I want to say something very outrageous to you... Is this what you mean?"

Izumi Jinguji took a deep breath, and the well-organized language was shocked by Higakiri's call. The other party didn't play their cards according to common sense at all. Teraizumi's sanity was blown to a halt.

"What are you talking about?" Jingongjiquan tried to grab the last straw in his wandering rationality, and asked subconsciously with almost a blank face.

Fu Sangshen on the opposite side smiled, he was really pretty when he smiled, his silver-white hair fell on his cheeks, his long eyelashes drooped lazily, in the deep and shallow silver, his pink pupils seemed to be shining like crystals Clear light: "I want to say—"

He leaned close to Jingujiquan's ear, his voice was hoarse and hot, ambiguous as if a cello with a beautiful tone played the lowest note that made the scalp tingle.