My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

There were lumps that should be mosaic lying on the ground, and I don't know if my wife Xia Ye's ax cut the arteries of the curse spirit. The floodgate released the flood, and the viscous red liquid directly covered half of the house.

And the dog Juanji just fell down and sat in the red puddle that covered half of the room, looking up in a daze to see the "ordinary middle school student" who had saved him.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

"I'm so worried, so worried, is he hurt? 』

"However, I also like the way he is covered in blood—I like him even more. 』

"But if I get hurt, I will still be sad. 』

My wife Xia Ye leaned down halfway nervously, carefully inspecting whether the silver-haired spellcaster was injured. The pink pupils were almost sliding on the small inches of his exposed skin, which almost gave people a feeling. The illusion of being burned by the eyes.

For a moment, Gou Juanji felt panic from the bottom of his heart—inexplicably, he was rescued, but he always felt an urge to run away?

"...dried bonito."

Dog Curly Thorn responded in a low voice, indicating that he was not injured—after all, the pink-haired boy (the axe) came very timely, and before the curse spirit that held his head had time to do anything, part of it was smashed to the ground the mosaic...

However, Goujuanji didn't think he was hurt, but my wife Natsuno didn't think so.

"Really...are you not injured?"

The pink-haired boy tilted his head, and asked in a soft voice. He was splashed with a few spots of blood right now, and printed on his fair cheeks, which looked a bit like a plum blossom mark—a bloody plum blossom mark that looked scary.

The dog curly spine subconsciously retracted its toes a little.

"Aren't you hurt?However, there is a red scratch mark on his face, it is super obvious——』

My wife Xia Ye got closer, and he even directly pressed the dog's shoulders, leaning forward with a smell of blood, kneeling and sitting in the space surrounded by the half-curved legs of the other party--suddenly, The distance between the two became extremely close in an instant, and they could almost feel the heat of each other's breath.

The dog curly spine was shocked: "Bonito, dried bonito?!"

My wife Xia Ye didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her behavior at all. He had a calm demeanor, and even showed a surprised expression very naturally, and asked, "Do you like dried bonito?"

"This is also a kind of rice ball filling, right?Write it down, write it down! 』

『Tuna mayonnaise, and dried bonito! 』

Immediately afterwards, I was not prepared to wait for an answer. My wife Xia Ye took advantage of the surprise and froze and did not have time to lean back to avoid it. She stroked the half of the face with a rubbing mark with one hand, and then her eyes darkened slightly. He sank down and said softly:

"Oh... you're hurt here."

"He's still injured, just like it's written in the diary. 』

……

The dog curly thorn, who was bewildered by the small sting on the face: "..."

Although it is indeed an injury... but for a scar of that level, it can't even be called a skin trauma, can it be solved with an OK stretch?

and……

The dog curly spine couldn't help but leaned back slightly—was he a little close?

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"I really like his face, the lines are so cute, I really want to kiss him...but that curse spirit hurt his face. 』

"How can you hurt his face? 』

The pink-haired boy looked at him intently, his fingers landed on his face, the white fingertips were still red, the fingertips were slightly cool, and the fingertips were soft, and it would make people feel itchy when sliding on his face.

The slightly cool fingertips were probably drawing circles around a small patch of his face—but, there was something wrong with this movement, right? !

This is the first time Goujuanji has encountered this battle, and his eyes widened subconsciously. The purple pupil and the pink pupil looked at each other just a dozen centimeters away. He held his breath, and his whole body was almost petrified. up.

...Why are you so close? Is it a habit?

It was the first time for Goujuanji to meet a stranger who was so enthusiastic and nervous about his small wound. He was at a loss for a while, probably because he didn't understand that boys should protect themselves when they are outside, and his whole body almost solidified into a stone statue. , can only freeze in place and let others do it.

The pink-haired boy seems to be very concerned about his wounds, but whenever he finds a small scratch on the dog's face, his reaction will make the dog wonder if he has been seriously injured, and his actions will also make him dizzy Yes, the whole person's thinking was taken away, and he couldn't figure out why it became like this.

Moreover, the most important thing has not been completed, and the dog curly thorn managed to get his thinking back on track - he thought, the curse spirit got into the wall very quickly and escaped.

What to do next?If the magic spirit who is good at concealment concentrates on hiding, it will be very difficult to deal with. The dog curly thorn has no means to search, and this mission will probably only return in vain.After all, the cunning hidden magic spirit will not come back to die, will it?

The dog curly spine thought a little troubled.

——Unless, that curse spirit still intends to repeat the old trick and wants to "sneak attack" again.

……

"Hey, it's back?"

Sensing the fluctuation of the spell power, my wife Xia Ye picked up the fire ax that had just been thrown on the ground, and turned around in a little surprise:

"In this case, we can kill it, right?"

He probably forgot the fear of being cut into a block mosaic just now. As soon as the light and fluttering boy's ending sound fell, the mottled wall surface changed again, and sharp long thorns suddenly grew from the wall, even faster than the previous blue-gray The giant palm was even faster, and a beating eye emerged from the wall. Connected to the rough stone-like agglomerated skin, the curse spirit finally half-protruded from the wall, revealing its own appearance in front of people. .

Its appearance is somewhat similar to that of a giant chameleon, but its body is crooked, and its back is still connected to the concrete and steel bars in the wall. The gray spikes are its "tongue", which is sharp and fast. If it is attacked by it, it will almost It is certain that a hole will be opened in the body for ventilation.

The dog curly spine immediately retracted his hands into his sleeves, grabbed the bottle of throat syrup, and spoke without hesitation.

【stop】

The growth of the spikes was suddenly interrupted, and they froze in the air—this was good news, because it showed that the strength of the curse spirit did not exceed the strength range of the dog curling spines, so there was no backlash.

But to control it, the spell power consumed is also a great burden. The dog curly thorn just spit out a spell, and the throat is already dry and swollen, as if it has been sanded.

Curly Thorn swallowed a bit of bloody saliva, and raised the bottle of throat syrup hidden in his sleeve to his mouth—but before he could take a sip, his vision blurred.

A fire ax slashed into the eyes of the curse spirit, and the front half of the ax almost disappeared completely, but the person holding it seemed not satisfied, so he pushed the handle of the ax and stirred it inward. Caused a sharp painful hiss.

Gou Juanji was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously moved his gaze away.

……

"Hey...it feels so hard this time, and it didn't come off."

My wife Xia Ye blinked, and tilted her head slightly in surprise, the stupid hair on the top of her head shook for a while, and then turned up again majesticly.

"But that's okay."

He nodded his cheek, leaving two red bloody finger marks:

"If you cut it twice, it must be fine, right?"

……

My wife Xia Ye held the handle of the ax again, and pulled it out again, as if he had encountered a situation where the wood was not split at one time. He held the ax as a matter of course, with his pink eyes wide open, and pointed at the same position again Chopped over.