Illness Men's Manual

"Is that right?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed forward every step of the way, pressing his thin lips tightly, and his face became ugly like never before.

The dazzling red light dancing on the battlefield, and the gravitational force who crushed the enemy mercilessly have never had such anger.

At that moment, he even felt that the soul of the other party was cold and empty.

As her eyelashes gradually drooped, as if she had exhausted the last ray of morning light, she shut out everything, including him.

So……

What are those days? !

Nakahara Chuya's accumulated emotions during this period of time suddenly broke the embankment. He took two steps forward and pressed Wuzhi's shoulder forcefully, the cold touch of his fingertips reminding him all the time.

They are different existences.

It is the gap between humans and gods.

"Well?"

Kiriori tilted his head, and did not overly resist each other.

Nakahara Chuya's demeanor has always been reserved and restrained, maintaining a sense of distance and at the same time showing familiar consideration.

Quite a gentleman, to use a phrase she had just learned.

Even though the battlefield experience is quite rich, but in terms of emotional convenience, it is as simple and easy to understand as a piece of white paper. Because it is powerful, there is no need to hide anything.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Wuzhi seriously and intently, and he was not good at expressing, so he said very simply and clearly: "If I say, I care about you very, very much."

"It's not just those messy desires or responsibilities, but because of the excessive attention and care in my heart, so..."

He opened his mouth, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable to breathe, and swallowed his throat.

"Will you give me more responses?"

Nakahara Chuya's straight ball was caught off guard, and even Kiriori was blocked by such undisguised words.

Speaking of this level, if you don't understand it, you seem to be pretending to be stupid.

As a god who was born alone, she could feel a strong surge from Nakahara Nakaya, and the red light burning in his heart was extremely bright.

That is the love from the ancient gods.

Never fall.

If you only need to give that little response... Maybe you can get the most sincere thing from the orange-haired boy in front of you.

But Yuri was silent.

The palm of the opponent's shoulder was extremely hot, and the human body temperature was telling her, and it was also telling Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"I can't respond to humans in any way."

Even though the will to represent a powerful god is burning in the body, standing in front of Yuwuzhi is indeed the Central Plains that belongs to human beings.

"..."

Nakahara Chuya's hands froze for a while, and his thin lips were quietly released. His eyes were a little dim, but they never went out.

He took a deep breath, let go of Wuzhi and took two steps back, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you talk more deadly?"

You Wuzhi rolled his eyes with some doubts, and shook his head very honestly.

Like a soul that can't melt into the warmth.

Just standing there makes one feel withdrawn.

"that is it?"

Chuya Nakahara's voice didn't fluctuate at all, like a calm negotiator.

"Wait a minute." He said suddenly, then rolled up his sleeves and took out a comb from the bathroom, motioning to sit down with Wuzhi.

The image of Yuwuzhi has always been with loose hair. After a certain question, I found that I can't comb my hair, and I don't want to waste energy to toss it.

Afterwards, Zhongyuan Zhong also specially learned how to make a bun with sister Hongye, and sometimes asked Wuzhi to sit down and practice for him.

Yuri also sat down on the sofa obediently, and she has always responded to these trivial requests from Nakahara Chuya.

It is precisely because of this kind of obedience that people may have the illusion that it has always been incredible.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stroked her hair, and he skillfully wrapped the cold and soft hair around his fingertips, and then asked in a low voice: "If the wish is terminated, will I still see you?"

"will not."

This is no longer a relationship.

Yuri's pupils moved back slightly, and he could only vaguely glimpse the other party's curly orange hair hanging in front of the skirt.

"Then can I change it?" Nakahara Chuya raised his eyes and continued to move his hands.

"...to change your wish?" Yuwuzhi was a little skeptical about her life, probably because she had never had such a precedent before, she hesitated, "Don't want to grow taller?"

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into a strange silence, and even stopped the movements of his hands.

After a long time, he seemed to sigh, and carefully rolled up the hair of Wuzhi, and then tied a delicate hairpin behind his head.

"If you persist in these small things, you may regret it in the end." Zhong Yuan seemed to be convincing himself, because the time with her was too gentle and loose.

Let him get unprecedented ease in the gap between work and life.

He started to get up early and learn to make a breakfast, eat on time when working overtime, and watch the changes in the sky from time to time.

Also get used to talking to the air.

The subordinates seemed to be familiar with it, from embarrassment to habit.

When a piece of white paper is gradually painted with the color you like, Nakahara Chuya's character will never let it fade again.

"Replace it with what?"

Blinking with Kiriori, it's not impossible if it can end sooner.

After all, she and Zhongyuan Zhong also stayed together for too long, and it was difficult to concentrate on other things.

Chuya Nakahara's cobalt blue pupils seemed to be shining even brighter. He moved closer to Kiriori's neck and said, "I can try to teach you different abilities."

"?"

And Kiriori's head moved back a little bit.

"Will you teach me how to become a god?"

"...???"

Yuwuzhi stretched out his hand and pushed away the furry orange head indifferently, and said expressionlessly: "Impossible."

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When we returned to the shrine with Kiriori, we suddenly felt lively like never before.

Not only are Leuhu, Huayu, Zhenren, and Limei there.

Fu Heisher and Xia Youjie were also inside.

...There are already so many before you know it, and this shrine also seems a little crowded, but these guys don't stay here often.

"Hey, the Lord is back."

Fu Heisher's usual lazy tone finally showed a trace of dissatisfaction. He slept carelessly on the floor, yawning with his head propped on one hand.

And Xia Youjie sat cross-legged by the window alone, his eyes were cold, and he looked like he was not in tune with the world.

but.

Still a little aggrieved.

Because this is too different from the picture he envisioned, he was the only one in the shrine that he thought belonged to Kiriori, and he was always by the side of the god.

Who knew that there were actually four super magic spirits and his enemies here!

Fu Heisher, who had been dead for so many years, turned into Yu Wuzhi's artifact. Xia Youjie felt a puff of depression in his chest when he thought about it.

Just sitting down with Wuzhi, the little real person was the first to throw himself into his arms, and she, who had no resistance to the child, touched the little real person's gray-blue hair with a gentle tone.

"Sit down."

The little real person blinked his eyes, sniffing the smell on her body without any trace, the smell was getting stronger and stronger.

"If you don't discipline them well, I'm afraid these guys will become more and more presumptuous." Li Mei said lightly, and took out tea and handed it to Wuzhi.

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't dare." You Wuzhi pinched the back of the little real person's neck with her fingertips, and with her ability, she could suppress them even after a hundred years.

She looked at Xia Youjie, who happened to be watching her, "By the way, you all know each other, right?"

"Ah, why did you bring this guy?"

Fuheshier's penetrating smoking voice overwhelmed the voices of other people, sat up straight, and made a stretching gesture behind his hands.

It seems to be quite calm.

In fact, what can I do if I am not calm, is it possible to beat this guy up again like I did in the Xingxing Palace before, it seems that there is no need for this.

At that time, Fu Heisher thought for a long time, and decided to greet Xia Youjie kindly.

"Hi?"

But I didn't expect that Xia Youjie who saw him was like a fox with fur fried, his vigilant eyes and posture immediately made Fu Heisher lose interest.

Boring response.

At least jump up and hit me like that white-haired six-eyed guy.

This has been a stalemate until we come back with Wuzhi.

"He is now my artifact, Xia Qi." Yu Wuzhi explained, "Fuheshier is also my artifact, the master is me, and the shrine is my home."

"and many more."

Fu Heisher found something suspicious, "What is Xia Qi?"

"Given a name by an artifact."

"Why didn't I?"

"..."

Xia Youjie's face turned pale, and the haze that had accumulated on his head finally dissipated a little.

"I didn't give you a name before because I only planned to use you temporarily at that time." What Yuwuzhi wanted to use at that time was only the magic tool in Fuhesher's hand.

To put it bluntly, they are just tool people.

Xia Youjie had an epiphany.

Fu Heisher's face turned dark, and he tore off the scar at the corner of his mouth. He was about to say something but was interrupted by Xia Youjie who was on the side with a smile: "So it's like this, it's temporary."

The corners of Xia Youjie's mouth curled up, suddenly even looking at these curse spirits became more pleasing to the eye.

"But Shier came first, and he's older. If I'm not here, you can get along well." Yuwuzhi nodded, then got up and walked towards the inner room, followed by Limei.

"Remember to get along well."

After exhorting with Wuzhi again, he turned his head and left.

The two black-haired men stared at Yuori's figure together, and did not look away until the sliding door was closed, and looked at each other.

"Tsk, how did you die, kid?" Fu Heisher curled his lips and lay down again.

After most of the night, Xia Youjie finally calmed down and glanced at him.

"You don't need to tell you this kind of thing."

The long and narrow eye tails were raised slightly, and the black traces under the eye sockets exuded a decadent atmosphere. She took off her solemn cassock and changed into a loose black bathrobe. The slightly open front of the clothes revealed her secret and tight skin.

He smiled half-smile: "Monkey."

"Hey, do you still want to be stepped on by monkeys, kid?"

The little real person obediently sat in the seat where Wuzhi and Wuzhi were sitting, looking up at the two of them.

Fu Heisher narrowed his eyes, and his sharp eyebrows were full of aggression: "It's not big or small, didn't you hear what she said, I came first."

"It's only temporary."

"Is it so proud to change from a three-letter name to a two-letter name? Cut."

From the very beginning, Leuhu had been sitting cross-legged on the farthest diagonal line from them. No one paid attention to her big, creepy one-eyed eye, which knocked the ashes on the pipe expressionlessly.

It is the curse spirit of the most hated humans.

Especially these two guys who were human in life are still so stupid and childish after death. Human beings are indeed the most annoying existence, whether in life or after death.

Leu Hu turned her head and said to Hua Yu: "Let's go, for our great cause, we can't stay with this kind of guy for too long."

The little real person held his chin: "Hey - isn't it interesting to see these two guys?"

The curse spirit born maliciously by humans is very familiar with the aura emanating from them, and it has been absorbing such emotions with its growth potential.

"Come here, real person, don't be led astray."

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After entering the room with Wuzhi, he took out the finger that Xia Youjie had taken away.

Su Nuo's nineteen fingers were stored in different boxes, and the tops were covered with exclusive seals with Wuzhi, which not only the curse spirits, but also the gods could not open.

...the seal can only be separated.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi sighed silently. If these fingers were put together, they might resonate.

The white-haired boy wearing a kimono similar to Kiriori suddenly knelt down half-kneeling, the short hair on the ear temples shook twice, lowered his eyelids and said, "Master Kiriori."

"Long time no see."

And Wuzhi didn't mean anything, Limei's time at the shrine was shorter than that of the real people, although she didn't make any contract with Limei, and she couldn't restrain it.

"Yes, but I have good news for you."

Limei's extremely light-toned eyes reflected on Wuzhi's face, then she rolled up her sleeves and knelt down in front of her, lowered her head and said, "I found the container."

In an instant, that gray memory flooded Yu Zhi's mind.