[Comprehensive] Portable Shura Field

Ye Yunzi still sat in the room after all, not because she was bewitched by the broom spirit, but because she was seriously injured by the sword spirit.

Ye Yunzi wiped the sword slowly with a cotton cloth with no expression on her face, and the spiritual power slowly seeped in with her movements little by little, and the sword, which was originally full of scars, gradually returned to its original appearance under the action of the spiritual power.

The spirit power became uncontrollable for a while, and the strength became stronger, and the sword spirit who was lying on the opposite bed wrapped up like a mummy immediately couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Ye Yunzi followed the reputation, and she forcibly took off the boy's shirt to bandage the wound. The gauze covered his deep and long wound from the shoulder to the lower abdomen. There were countless bruises and bruises on his bare, white tender arms, and he looked devastated. The look of being ravaged.

Although the feeling of spiritual power stimulating the healing of the wound was uncomfortable, he still endured it without saying a word, only occasionally let out a muffled groan from his throat, as if he would obediently accept no matter what was done to him.

After wiping the blade for the last time, Ye Yunzi put the sword back into its sheath, and put the body of California Qingguang back beside him.

"Do you realize your mistake now?"

Sword Spirit's beautiful Danfeng eyes widened fiercely, and she seemed a little aggrieved after seeing Ye Yunzi's unquestionable gaze, and lowered her head and buried herself in the quilt.

"Don't mess around," Ye Yunzi sat down by the bed, and patted California Qingguang on the shoulder as if to comfort a child, "It's too irrational to challenge a battlefield that is beyond your ability alone."

"No nonsense."

California Qingguang's voice came from under the quilt, muffled but firm.

"Fighting for the Lord is the mission of our swords. I can't stay weak forever, and I can't rely on you, Master, to protect me."

"I don't need your protection."

Ye Yunzi's tone was flat, but the firmness that went deep into the marrow made California Qingguang tremble.

"As a sword cultivator, you should hold your sword and kill evil spirits. As my sword, you should not think about how to protect me, but how to become stronger and more advanced, so that you can help me win the battle .”

"The foundation is not stable, and you don't even know how to use your spiritual power, so you rush forward and come back with injuries. Do you think I should punish you?"

If it weren't for the strange laws of this world, the damage to the sword can be repaired by hand, and California Qingguang would be useless at this moment.

The spirit has been formed, but the body is not yet strong. A weak sword spirit doesn't care about his body at all, and even hurts his body like this.

Thinking of his appearance when she saw California Qingguang before, Ye Yunzi felt a surge of anger welling up in her heart, stretched out her hand and slapped him.

There was a muffled sound as the palms collided with the quilt, and Qingguang Qingguang's body shrunk under the quilt froze, completely motionless.

Master, master, she actually hit his... his... buttocks, how... how could this be so!

California Qingguang felt as if he had returned to the feeling of being in the forge. The whole knife was red, and a pile of water mist could be evaporated when touched by water.

Ye Yunzi also felt a little embarrassed when she slapped down, she just slapped subconsciously. Before, she slapped directly on the table, and she could make a slap print on the hard bluestone with a slap. Now it's changed to California Qingguang buttocks...

Well, it feels good, really.

"Hey, take a good rest. I will bring the food over later in the evening. Don't go out until you are healthy. I have something to teach you."

The quilt squirmed a bit to express her agreement, Ye Yunzi packed up all the materials she used, got up and prepared to leave the room that made her feel a little embarrassed.

"Wait!" California Qingguang barely revealed his head from under the quilt, with a handsome face that was the same color as a monkey's butt.

"Master, can you help Luan? Luan has been with me for the past few days. He also has many wounds on his body, but the injuries are not as serious as mine..."

The voice became softer and softer, and the half of California Qingguang's head poking out of the bed lowered a little bit.

He knew that this request of his was a little too much. It was her freedom whether or not the interrogator was willing to give them hands. She was their lord, and their life and death were under her control.She wants them to live, and they live, and she wants them to die, and they have to die.

Ranto Shiro is the sword fusangshen that the Government of Time forced on Ye Yunzi. Although he belongs to Ye Yunzi in name, he has nothing to do with Ye Yunzi in fact, so after being injured, he can only find a way to heal himself, and he cannot ask Ye Yunzi if he can give it to him. Even if he acted coquettishly to get closer, Ye Yunzi would reject him with an attitude that was not indifferent but alienated.

California Kiyomitsu and Ranto Shiro are not brothers of the same family, but they both pay tribute to the sword, and he still can't help feeling sorry for him.

He clearly knew that his lord actually had his own ideas, and he clearly knew that if Ye Yunzi accepted Ranto Shiro, he would definitely be stuffed with various swords and swords by the Shizhi government under various names...

California Qingguang shook his head, and stuffed himself back into the bed.

"Master, don't worry about me, I'm just talking nonsense." You must not soften your heart, and you must not let the master be led by the nose by the Government of Time!

"The medicine you took just now has a hypnotic effect. You will feel much more comfortable after a little sleep. I will wake you up at night."

Ye Yunzi was stunned for a moment, just as Qing Guang thought, ignoring what he just said, without giving any reaction.

The young man in women's clothing who secretly eavesdropped in the corner of the next room lowered his head desolately, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, just like his current heart, the courage he had finally raised was shattered at this moment.

Sure enough, no matter how hard he tried to treat himself as a new sword, he was still him, the one who was not loved by the judges.

Rubbing his face, trying to make his smile bright and sunny.Don't give up, work hard, brother Yiqi and they are all waiting for him, this judge is not good enough, just get another one.

Touching his own body, Ranto Shiro turned around and walked towards the exit.Today he can play again, if he becomes stronger, he can help the first-stage brother a little more, he has to work hard!

When he was not far from the exit, Ranto Shiro was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pulled into a nearby room.

"Take off your clothes."

Ye Yunzi held the tools in his hand, and looked at the dull-faced boy in women's clothing with a serious face.

The author has something to say:

One issue, one shock: What do you want to do to my brother!

In order not to cause misunderstandings for the new little angels, delete the previous words first!mwah

But I still want the hugs and collections that the little angels love, so let's poke and raise the messy baby!Honmaru is too poor to uncover the pot!