[Sword Ranbu] Judges of the gods also have to go to the battlefield

The second day's battle mission was still cancelled, and the first team continued to stay in the main pill on the third and fourth days.

Because Hao Ning had a high fever, he couldn't sleep all night that day, coupled with the biting night wind outside the dormitory, he began to feel dizzy at dawn.

There are no antipyretics in this world, let alone injections. This is the first time that Hao Ning has such a serious illness. He fell asleep for two days in a daze. Occasionally, when he was a little awake, he was fed some distilled water. Congee, when he was in a coma, he drank ginger soup forcibly according to the time period.

After all, they were just swords, and they really couldn't understand the principle of treating human injuries. They only vaguely recalled the original owner's affairs, and relied on the knowledge of the swordsmith to take care of Hao Ning.

Hao Ning's forehead was astonishingly hot, but it was summer, and there was no ice in the pill, so the swordsmen went to the river to fetch cool water again and again.

The expedition to collect materials did not dare to neglect, but some people were left to guard Haoning day and night in rotation.

After dinner, some swords and swords were enjoying the cool outside Haoning's bedroom, but they didn't feel any comfortable feeling at all. The atmosphere in this pill has never been so depressed.

An Ding looked at Hao Ning who was sleeping in the bedroom and coughing slightly under the gauze tent, "I don't like the sound of coughing."

"Yeah, it's easy to recall some nasty things." Qing Guang responded lightly, but his hand clenched the scabbard.

"At that time... Okita was also like this..."

Both fell silent.

In the dormitory, Yamabuki unscrewed the short handkerchief soaked in cold water, and Hasebe reached out to take the short handkerchief and put it on Hao Ning's forehead again.

"The Lord's illness seems to be better than before."

Shan Baqi frowned and stared at Hao Ning non-stop, "Yeah."

"Is it because of you?" Hasebe looked up at Yamabagiri, withdrew his usual gentlemanly smile, and continued coldly, "Master's illness."

"……it's me."

The sound of the knife being unsheathed followed, and before the silver light flashed, Yamabachi bent down in time to avoid it.

Hasebe stood in front of him, looking down at him, holding a knife in his hand and still maintaining the offensive just now, with blood constantly falling from the sharp blade.

There was a stabbing pain in the right cheek of Yamabuchi, he stretched out two fingers and lightly brushed the painful place, where Hasebe had just made a cut, and warm blood flowed down the side of his face.

He raised his head and looked at Hasebe, his eyes seemed to be lost, and there was no emotion on his face.

Hasebe held the knife and inserted it forcefully, the blade pierced through the tatami, and was deeply embedded in the wooden board beside Yamabagiri, "Why did you do that!"

Yamabuchi clenched his fists, "He's going back."

Hasebe was stunned for a moment, and the hostility all over his body was suddenly replaced by astonishment. He paused for a long time, and the scabbard fell to the ground.

They have passed through hundreds of generations, and more or less experienced several masters. Even if they were reluctant to give up, they would be questioned because of their betrayal, and they would hate all kinds of separation and reunion. However, all emotions have been worn down and worn out over hundreds of years.

"Getting together and parting is a common thing in the world."

In the end it just became this sentence.

Yamabuchi let go of his clenched fist, "Yeah."

"Being able to form a bond with the Lord is already a great gift, but it is obviously to protect the sword of the Lord, but you did such a thing to him, it is sad and deplorable."

Hasebe pulled out the knife and put it in the sheath, and walked straight out of the dormitory, while Yamabagiri still knelt on the spot, only feeling the burning pain on his face.

Not because of the wound, but for himself.

He couldn't imagine what he had done that night, anxiety and pain invaded his reason, he seemed to have fallen into a demon, and he couldn't forgive himself.

Hao Ning coughed a few times on the bed, and slowly opened his eyes. His head still hurts, but he felt a little more comfortable than the previous two days. Hao Ning glanced around, and relaxed when he saw Shan Muqie. Take a breath.

Yamabuchi noticed him when he was coughing, and watched him regain consciousness as he opened his eyes.

Hao Ning took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, reached out and touched Shan Baqie's face, "Where did the injury come from?"

His voice was still a little hoarse.

"No problem."

Hao Ning withdrew his elbows and fell back heavily on the bed. The back of his head was shaken so that he grinned for a while. Hao Ning turned half sideways to look at Shan Laoqie, with a nervous expression on his face, "Suddenly fell ill, here's to you guys." Sorry for the inconvenience..."

Shan Laoqie shook his head slightly.

Hao Ning seemed more nervous, he hesitated for a long time, "That...you last time...do you remember?"

"what?"

"It's just... when it was almost dawn that day, you said 'go back'... Did you say that?"

Hao Ning nervously moved his eyes away, for fear that the mountain guy would get angry.

"When you recover your health, we will go out together, gather all the knife tents, and complete the mission of the fox fairy."

He spoke in detail, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Hao Ning was stunned for a long time, not knowing whether to face it with joy or with any emotion.

Shan Laoqie held his hand, lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes, "I'm sorry."

Hao Ning leaned over and gently kissed the back of Shan Laoqie's hand.

"It's ok."

After another two or three days, Hao Ning finally recovered. After a serious illness, he looked much thinner, and the soft flesh on his body was also less.

Had breakfast with everyone in the early morning, and the young ladies who love to be coquettish, weeping and rubbing around him for a long time, Hao Ning is used to eating normally when they are bored, and can reply a few words from time to time when they are distracted.

"I thought something big happened to Lord God Judge!"

"It's a big deal."

"Won't the leader die?"

"It's not going to die now."

"General QAQ!"

"Well, I'm still alive."

After the meal, the swordsman tugged at his sleeve with some grievances, "Master God Judge..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The knifesmith buried his head, "You, you put the materials here before, and you have forged the knife."

Every time the swordsmith swallowed the material for nothing and forged a repeated knife, Hao Ning flicked his hat, "It's okay, if you forge a repeated knife, just repeat it. I'm not angry, so don't be nervous. "

Amid such constant comforting sounds, a new knife was released.

"I am Umaru of the Kobizen Sect. I don't know the origin of the name myself, so please give me your advice."

Hao Ning was shocked by the swordsmith's European spirit and staggered a few steps back, hugged the swordsmith and looked at the sword man with green short hair tremblingly, "Yes...it's a bird ball!"

"It's not polite to call it that." The swordsmith complained in a low voice.

"Feel sorry……"

Excluding Yingwan, the Demon King of Confusion, Xiaohumaru and Tsurumaru are both called Fox Ball and Crane Ball in his heart because they are too funny. The surprise of the new sword made him subconsciously give the same title.

Yingmaru smiled, "Although the meaning is unclear, this new name is surprisingly cute."

"But the bird ball... No, Yingmaru is also a rare Sihuatachi, right?"

"As you can see."

Hao Ning raised the swordsmith, "Then why do you still look downcast?"

The swordsmith frowned, "Because...because..."

His fleshy little face wrinkled even more, and he opened his mouth wide and began to cry loudly, "Because a new knife has been forged, isn't it one step closer to the day you leave, woo woo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Hao Ning was dumb, hugging the swordsmith and not speaking.

The first unit was still the same when it came out. The Yingwan, which was forged earlier, was the oldest knife in the group, and Hao Ning respectfully enshrined it in the room to drink tea and rest.

And he has to put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrate on collecting all the knives. Although he loves everything here, there are still family members who care about him in his own world.

The first unit officially set off for the final Mount Houshi.

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QAQ, my unsatisfied procrastinator! ! ! !The original big raccoon and the lion king have been postponed by another chapter!kneel! ! !