Illness Men's Manual

"Ok?"

Fu Heisher was in a good mood, with his legs crossed, lying on the roof of the shrine with his hands on the pillow, blowing the little night wind as if he was about to sleep or not.

Suddenly, a familiar breath came along the direction of the wind.

He squinted his eyes, inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and lazily propped up half of his body to look over.

Yuwuzhi, who hadn't seen him for a few days, stood beside him like a ghost, but didn't look at him.

Instead, he raised his beautiful swan neck and looked at the vast and endless night sky. There seemed to be stars in his eyes.

It seems that something is different.

Fu Heisher propped his chin, recalling that when we met, it was still in the giant freezer of the Panxing Sect, and the girl surrounded by white mist was like looking back in the snow.

That kind of gaze was as cold and lifeless as if it had been frozen, and the one in front of him was more like a carefully crafted ice sculpture.

At the moment, it seems to be melted a little.

Can feel the temperature of the gaze and the change of tone.

Become like a... person who is no different from him?

"what happened?"

Kiriori caught his gaze.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem to be more beautiful." He rubbed his chin with his finger bones, and his hoarse voice rendered an inexplicable and ambiguous meaning to his casual teasing.

Fuheshier's posture was as casual and out of tune as ever.

"Speak well." Yuwuzhi's expression didn't change much, as if he didn't notice anything, and he didn't even care much about it.

"Then you have finished solving the problem when you come back?" Fu Heisher stretched out, trying to reach out and pull her to sit down together, but the other party moved away very quickly.

Yuri's eyes turned to him.

Fu Heisher touched his nose: "?"

what happened again?

It seems like I didn't do anything, right?

"you know……"

Yuri's expression gradually stagnated, and his voice was as gentle as a lullaby in the night wind, with the magical power of soothing the nerves, and it was very enjoyable to listen to.

"How do you grow taller?"

"……what?"

Fu Heisher was stunned for a moment, he thought that Wuzhi and Wuzhi wanted to ask about the situation of the shrine during this time, but what did they ask without thinking?

Repeated with Wuzhi: "Do you know how to make people grow taller quickly?"

"..."

The air fell into a strange silence for a while, and Fu Heisher also stayed with Wuzhi for a long time, and he could almost guess it after thinking about it.

"Pray?"

Nodding with Wuzhi, Fuhesher was a little puzzled. Do you need to worry about this kind of thing?Isn't it omnipotent god?

It shouldn't be a particularly difficult problem, right?

After all, there are more troublesome existences in the shrine.

I saw You Wuzhi sighed, and looked into the distance: "His physique is very special...the growth period is very slow."

growth period...

Fu Heisher was silent for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Let's just ask, is that guy a human?"

"If it is, throw it to that guy with gray-blue hair."

After listening to Wuzhi, he thought for a second, can the real person's inaction change be used in this regard?

Then he shook his head and refused without even thinking about it. Letting him come would definitely make things worse. He hesitated and said, "Just be normal."

"Then what do you ask me to do?" Fu Heisher lay down carelessly, and said nonchalantly, "Isn't the kid just drinking more milk?"

Also counting on the guy with the kids to give some helpful advice.

Thinking about it now, she was too naive.

Yuwuzhi flew down expressionlessly, and when he returned to the shrine, he found that it was brightly lit and fragrant, and there was a red plum plant in the porcelain vase at the door.

...Is it Rime?

Thinking of the white-haired young man wearing a white bathrobe, he came out with a plate, as if he knew that he and Wuzhi had come back, and smiled at her: "Welcome back, Master Wuzhi."

Holding the steaming tea, the rising mist made his already light-colored pupils paler, and the corners of his lips curved gently.

It is hard to imagine that the young man in front of him was Su Nuo's most capable servant thousands of years ago.

The Slayer's best knife.

"Recently, everyone doesn't seem to know what to do, and it's useless to stay at the shrine."

The two sat in the inner room, and Li Mei casually offered the tea with both hands, and there were still a few tea stalks floating in the clear tea.

"I let them stay at the shrine." Yuri frowned, took a sip and put the teacup on the table, but asked something different: "Where did you go at the high school that day?"

Rime smiled at her with a gentle and respectful attitude.

"The clepsydra and I were in Tianyuan's underground storage room that day, and when we learned that two fingers were missing, I continued to investigate."

What he said was good, but it should be more than just a simple matter of finding fingers. Besides, the fingers are still in Wuzhi's hands, and they can't wake up Su Nuo without a container.

These curse spirits of her seal have not yet been able to unravel.

So she put her thoughts aside and began to ask questions about growing taller.

"Growing taller?" Li Mei tilted her head and thoughtfully said, "If you are a child, you don't have to worry about it. If you are older..."

...that's a bit of a problem.

After a serious discussion with Kiriori and Limei for most of the night, they did not come to any useful conclusions.

After all, Rage God can't be measured by the standard of ordinary people at all, but if Zhongya Zhongya is regarded as an ordinary person, it might be effective.

***

***

early morning.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes on time.

It wasn't because of a good biological clock that made him wake up early, but because the originally deserted room suddenly made some noises, and Zhong Yuan, who was naturally keen, immediately noticed that there was someone in the room.

who is it?

How did you get in?

The drowsiness of being swept away made Zhong Yuanzhong unavoidably a little irritable. Originally, he came back to rest very late in the daily tasks, and it was rare to be disturbed in the morning without getting up early.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twisted his neck, buttoned the last button of his shirt with a grim expression, and walked out vigilantly with a red light all over his body.

There was no sign of invasion in the empty house. He squeezed his fist and looked around.

result--

There didn't seem to be any intruders as expected.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his attention to the open kitchen of his home. The familiar figure stood straight in it, and big questions popped up in his small head.

He stood still in disbelief.

what is she doing?

"Ah, you're awake?" Yuwuori looked back when he heard the movement, smiled kindly at him, and picked up the plate in his hand.

"you you……"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Nakahara Nakaya struggled to find his voice, thinking that she said last night that she didn't know when she would show up when she went back to the shrine, but she showed up in her kitchen early the next morning?

"After I went back, I looked up some information. In addition to the reason for energy accumulation, life is also very important."

After observing with Wuzhi for the past few days, she realized that Chuya Nakahara's life schedule does not seem to be good, although after this period of observation, she can understand a little bit about the Mafia organization.

It's about the same as those self-reliant armies that maintained their own boundaries in the Heian period.

It's just that Yuzhi still doesn't quite understand such existence, and the danger is not glamorous. These night walkers walking in the thorn bushes are also stepping into the abyss while dominating the darkness.

"so……?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also struggled to squeeze out a few syllables from his throat. These days, he, who has never felt how difficult the organization of language is, was once again at a loss for words.

He stared down at the things on the table, which was a very standard Japanese breakfast.

Rice, miso soup, grilled fish, tofu and tamagoyaki.

"..."

He was silent again.

And it can be concluded that this is definitely not made in his kitchen.

It's impossible for him to be unconscious after making such a thing, and he didn't prepare these ingredients, so where did this come from?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who just woke up, didn't really want to think about these things. He already felt that his head was about to explode, but his face was still calm.

"what is this?"

Yugiri replied very honestly, "This is the breakfast I brought to Aragami-sama from the shrine, and it was made by my servant."

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into a deep silence again.

What is a servant?Miko?

Why do you have to give it to him earlier?

The bewildered Nakahara Nakaya nodded politely despite one question after another, with blank and hesitant eyes: "Thank you, thank you?"

—what thanks did he say!

"Breakfast is very important during the growth period. Lord Aragami's living habits are not good. I hope to solve these problems while solving energy."

Yuwuori's expression was extremely serious, his face illuminated by the morning light was gentle and beautiful, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his lips raised an irresistible arc.

"Cough cough cough-"

At a loss, Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed loudly. He held the corner of the table with one hand and his forehead with the other. What do you mean by solving these problems at the same time? What exactly is he trying to do!

He lowered his head, and his confused thoughts were attracted by the fragrant breakfast on the table. Zhongyuan Zhong also took a look at this extremely rich and nutritious breakfast. It was rice...

But what she said was true.

His busy life made his work and rest not good.

It’s been a long time since I had breakfast like this. I’m busy with tasks and I don’t like to make troublesome food. Most of the time I eat simple and convenient Western-style meals.

The morning is basically full of bread and coffee.

Yuwuzhi tilted his head, stared at Nakahara Chuya who was lost in thought, frowned and said: "But it seems to be a bit cold, I just wanted to warm you up and you came out."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and uttered a single-syllable word at a loss: "Ah."

Yuwuori looked at the kitchen behind him with some embarrassment: "By the way, do you know how to use these things?"

Central Plains also immediately understood.

These are the latest kitchen utensils and appliances imported from Germany.

When he bought this apartment, he brought it with him. Although he doesn’t often cook by himself, it’s still no problem to heat things up. He unconsciously went in and turned on the microwave oven, scratching his head: “Will it be enough to heat it up?”

Yuri nodded.

Forget it, just treat it as...just hire a housekeeper...

Thinking of this, Zhongyuan Zhong also pretended not to mind and glanced at Wuzhi, and then suppressed this thought forcefully, it didn't look like it no matter what!

Ding--

It's hot.

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally finished washing and sat down at the dining table. Some people are not used to eating like this, which is weird.

Weird.

but……

delicious.

Zhongyuan Zhong has always been not too picky about the taste of food. Even though he has tasted many high-end dishes in banquets and simple dinners, he was still amazed.

The simple Japanese style breakfast has completely surpassed the top dishes of those so-called several-star chefs.

Seeing him showing a hint of surprise, Yuwuzhi became thoughtful.

Li Mei's cooking is so good that even Su Nuo can barely admit it.

"Eat lunch and dinner on time. At night, let's try to extract the energy of Rage God." Yuwuzhi said, and saw Zhong Yuanzhong who was buried in his meal and nodded.

Like, feel, cared for?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also eating breakfast absent-mindedly, but suddenly heard the other party say: "Can I go to that headquarters with you?"

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a few seconds, and then refused very coldly: "No."