Illness Men's Manual

"desire?"

You Wuzhi looked up at the sky full of stars, and listened to the young man beside him whispering slowly, a voice gentler than Night Breeze.

Aragami-sama...it can't be like this.

In front of him is a human named Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Is it very important?" Yuwuzhi's voice was so soft that it would be blown away by the wind, asking back without any emotion in the ethereal.

"..."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, his orange hair was pulled behind his ears, and he responded slowly.

"Whether it's important or not, it's your own business, don't you have a wish, or you can't tell others..."

Before Nakahara Chuya finished speaking, she saw Yuwuzhi shaking her head, her eyelashes flapped twice like a small fan, and her pupils seemed to be filled with ink-colored clouds.

Is at a loss.

"I don't have my own wishes... There are only things I want to accomplish, but there is nothing I want to do." Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly realized, and raised his jaw to make a serious analysis.

"Looks like a self-sacrificing personality?"

He frowned with Wuzhi, although he didn't quite understand what the personality he was talking about looked like, but he always felt that it didn't fit.

"desire……"

"It seems not."

Yuri and Wuori struggled to recall the previous things, even when they had a human body, they took other people's wishes as their responsibilities, enrolling in a high school, Nanami's wish, Xia Youjie's wish, Riko's wish, and... Gojo Satoru's wish.

And her own...

If you don't have it, you don't have it, and she doesn't care about wishes.

"wrong."

Central Plains also suddenly made a sound.

"You should have?"

You Wuzhi raised his eyelids and looked at him lazily, and didn't really want to respond to these meaningless conversations, and it was getting late, and there were still things to do later, wouldn't he go back?

"Want to become a human?"

"..."

"...!?"

This time it was Yuwuori's turn to be surprised, what did he say?

Why do you think so?Why such absurd speculation?

She wants to...be human?

"Oh! Look at your expression! Isn't it interesting?" Nakahara Nakaya's eyes lit up instantly, pointing at Kiriori as if he had discovered a new world, and laughed.

He walked to Wuzhi and lowered his head to watch with her. The street lights at night are always extremely dazzling, and the bustling night is more like the other side of the world.

"It's better to experience it than to observe it."

"How is it?" Nakahara also stood up, his black gloved hand was loosely placed on his waist, and the corner of his mouth was bent and stretched out the other hand towards her.

"Try it, live as a human?"

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The sky above the harbor was covered by a hazy moonlight, and the sleepy sea sparkled, gently lapping the white sand and the seine net.

Yuri bowed slightly, picking up the shells that were rolled onto the beach by the waves, like a girl in a landscape painting in a glass frame.

The orange-haired boy who was following her rested his hands on his head, leaving loose footprints one by one.

"Do you need to come so far away?"

He glanced at the coastline in the distance, and said with a sleepy tone, "They all ran to this kind of abandoned port, it's too far away."

"It's relatively open and safe here."

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it. For a while, when Chief Mori saw the compensation bill after the operation from the logistics department, his face was instantly clouded.

He touched his nose, but recently he has restrained a lot, well, he hardly used any explosive equipment.

"let's start."

Not talking nonsense with Kiriori, she stood opposite Nakahara Chuya and stretched out her hand, and white light wrapped around her fingertips instantly.

"How to do it?" Nakahara Chuya looked around, what does this mean?

"Attack me, use the power of Rage God." Wuzhi's voice was light and faint, almost covered by the beating of the waves, and mixed into the sparkling sea.

"Are you sure you can...?"

Central Plains was also a little hesitant, no matter how you look at it, Wu Zhi's figure is too slender.

"...I'm going to lose control."

The white light from the words and Kirori's fingertips immediately shot out, attacking in the direction of Chuya Chuya!

Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped back, and a gust of sandstorm-like wind blew up from the white sand beach in front of him.

"My ability is weakened, and it will suppress your output to the greatest extent."

Even though he said so, Wuzhi actually had no idea in his heart, not to mention how many gods were higher than her, the Rage God was not under Gao Tianyuan's jurisdiction at all.

Moreover, Huangbatu has been a god of battle since ancient times, and it has been passed down to the world with its extremely strong destructive power.

But the young man in front of him is not the real Aragami.

"Ah, is it?" Zhong Yuanzhong also twisted his neck and wrist joints, feeling relieved.

"But I will try my best to restrain myself, let's start now."

As he spoke, he slowly took off the black gloves, lowered his eyes not to look at her, and clenched his slender and powerful fists.

The dignified expression gradually turned ferocious.

In an instant, the wind direction suddenly changed, heading straight towards the mist.

Strange red lines and marks climbed up the back of Zhongya Zhongya's hand and forearm, and the red light all over his body became more and more obvious.

There is a sense of oppression.

The breath from the ancient gods.

The petite boy gradually lost consciousness, his pupils were gradually covered in white, and when the marks spread to his cheeks, he heard a deep growl——

Surprised by Wuzhi, he was attacked by red energy before he had time to dodge!

"Well!"

She frowned and was forced to retreat more than ten meters, the light standing on her fingertips actually dimmed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped into the air violently, and the white sand carrying gravity rose and fell with his body a little bit, slightly covering his sight.

The orange hair was flying uncontrollably, his expression suddenly became cold, his eyes were covered in pure white, but he seemed to be looking at Wuzhi.

The fingertips rose slowly, and red energy gathered in his hands in all directions, forming a dense and strange energy sphere, surrounded by lightning.

"You, allow the filth of gloom, don't restore my awakening"

This is.

The power of Huangba spit.

Yuwuzhi was not sure if he could resist the blow of Rage God, even if he summoned Fuheshier, it was useless, his characteristics were only for mana.

She called out her narrow knife and opened the barrier.

Standing high in the sky, the orange-haired young man was defiant. Compared with those lofty gods in Gao Tianyuan, what he brought was a complete sense of oppression.

Temperament, rage, the unleashing force eager to destroy everything.

The youth in the container carrying Huangba's vomiting roared angrily, and the energy light ball in his hand slammed into Wuzhi, across the night sky, tearing out burning cracks.

Holding the knife horizontally with Wuzhi, use divine power to resist.

There were violent explosions along the coastline, the sea water was breaking, and the white sand rolled up a thick sandstorm.

The so-called natural disasters are the wrath of the gods.

The weakening of Kiriori was negligible for the power of Rage God. She dodged the blow neatly, changed her strategy and ran towards Zhongya in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also has a sharper figure, stepping on the floating white sand with ease.

The tide surged in an instant, forming a terrifying tsunami and galloping mist!

"........."

For a moment I regretted this decision.

This guy is simply a representative of natural disasters.

Are you trying to restrain yourself?

The expression drifted with Wuzhi for a second, and she immediately concentrated on resisting the next offensive. With her ability, she could not weaken the power of Aragami, so she could only attack from the container.

She must be close to Zhongya, the Central Plains.

Energy poured from his hands continuously and gathered into a strange red light ball. Destroying this area was just a matter of waving a hand. When the Central Plains was exhausted, it was estimated that half of the sea area would suffer.

Still, Kiriori decided not to confront him head-on.

He needed to be distracted for a while, and after thinking about it with Wuzhi, he threw the narrow knife in his hand at him.

Every grain of sand around Nakahara Chuya is surrounded by red light, perfectly controlling the gravity of the whole body, aligning with the mist weaving.

There is a momentum of thousands of troops.

The silver-white narrow knife piercing Zhongya Zhongya was blocked by sand grains at that moment, and then turned into wisps of white light and dispersed, attacking in different directions!

The energy ball condensed by Nakahara Chuya's fingertips slammed at it, temporarily ignoring Wuzhi.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wuzhi and Wuzhi came to the back of Zhongya, and when they reached out to touch him, they felt a huge resistance and could not get close.

It is very similar to Gojo Satoru's infinite spell.

Sometimes Gojo Satoru would activate the spell on purpose to tease her, but when Yuriori called his name, the other party would squint his eyes like a satisfied big cat, then switch off the spell and let her approach like a compromise.

Touched on some things that shouldn't be recalled, Yuri also subconsciously called out the orange-haired boy's name.

Central Plains...

"...Zhongye?"

The young man with his back to her seemed to have stopped inaudibly, the flowing red marks on his body and cheeks slowed down, and his eye sockets quivered.

The resistance gradually decreased.

It was only at this moment with Wuzhi that Zhongyuan Chuya really tried to restrain something.

Without hesitation, Wuzhi and Wuzhi shouted his name loudly.

"Central Plains Chuya!"

"Do you still want to grow taller!?"

"!?"

The front is empty, and the resistance of the fingertips is broken! ?

The white light in Yuori's hand penetrated to Nakahara Chuya's side little by little, and he grabbed his arm smoothly!

At the moment of contact with the other party, the body temperature was unbelievably high, and the hot temperature had a faint tendency to erupt, but it was relieved by the infiltration of Mistori a little bit.

Sure enough, direct contact with the container is the best way.

As long as the switch is controlled, the power poured out by the Rage God can be contained.

"Well!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a muffled grunt, his ferocious expression gradually calmed down, and the sand around him lost the blessing of gravity and fell on the beach, finally calming down.

Yuwuzhi struggled to half-hug him from behind and fell, holding his right arm tightly with one hand. She exhausted too much mental power, and she lowered her eyes tiredly to look.

The red marks on the orange-haired boy's body gradually faded, and his cheeks, neck, and body became fairer.

Except for the arm that was strangled by her.

"Ugh..."

Nakahara also lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, groaning in pain until only his right arm remained with the mark of Rage God.

He opened his eyes.

The cobalt blue pupils were briefly absent-minded, as if not aware of their situation, panting and leaning on Wuzhi's shoulder.

The skin on the neck covered by the curly orange hair showed a very light blush, and it also looked exhausted.

Yuwuzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to let go of his arm, so he could only let him sleep on the beach with his shoulders temporarily.

After about a quarter of an hour, the orange-haired boy gradually came back to his senses, and while searching around in a daze, he smelled a cold fragrance, which made him wake up suddenly.

Nakahara also raised his head, just in time to look at her, his pupils began to tremble continuously.

"Uh... huh?!"

Yuwuzhi watched his face flush red at a speed visible to the naked eye with no expression on his face. He felt as if he was sitting up in shock from a dying illness, so he could only remind him softly: "Don't move around."

"What, what!?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at her in astonishment, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately lowered his head to stare at his right arm.

This was the first time he had seen such a mark.

In the past, he used the filth while losing consciousness, so he had never seen such a strange red mark swimming in his body as if alive.

"This is...Huang Ba spit?"

His voice was a bit dry, and the hoarse roar just now seemed to have hurt his throat a little bit, this was the first time he saw the energy of Huangba's vomit while maintaining a clear consciousness.

"Hmm." Wuzhi responded in a low voice, and added: "It's scary."

"Of course I know about this kind of thing..." Zhong Yuanzhong also caught a glimpse of her holding on to his arm tightly, and after a little thought, he came to a conclusion: "Can you control Huang Ba's vomiting?"

"..."

Yuwuori's expression was somewhat indescribable.

"Do not."

"What I'm holding back is the switch, not the power of Huangba's spit."