[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

The corridor is very quiet, the treatment has come to an end, there are no medical staff running back and forth, and the slight conversation will have obvious echoes.

Sakaki Taro's eyes stayed on the closed door of the intensive care unit for a moment, and then he continued to say in a more stable voice: "Do you really care, Atobe?"

The glass of the intensive care unit reflected the boy's figure. Even though his clothes were stained with blood and mud, he still looked extraordinary.

"There are criminals making trouble near the Ice Emperor," the young man said in a low tone, "It's not gorgeous."

"Well, it is indeed against aesthetics." Sakakitaro said calmly, "There is no excuse for this crime."

"Supervisor," the boy asked earnestly, "Why didn't Mr. Kun call the police?"

He crossed his arms and said confidently: "If you don't believe in the power of the police station, I can help."

"It's so reliable, Atobe."

Sakaki Taro showed a hint of appreciation.

"However," he changed the subject, "Let's leave this matter to Kun to decide."

"..."

"I know that for a long time, you have many doubts in your heart."

The man turned around and looked at the intensive care unit: "Tonight, at that scene, you also showed a surprised expression."

"The traces of the nearby flames are not like ordinary flames."

The young man frowned slightly: "Many stones on the ground and walls have been burned into powder. This is very difficult to do. It may be possible to use a jet from the steel industry."

"Then, when you hug that little girl tonight."

Sakaki Taro asked: "Body temperature, touch, breath...does she make you feel like an inhuman existence?"

"……no."

"That's enough," Sakaki Taro said, "Even humans have special existences, but they are not aliens."

"Leave space for each other to advance and retreat, and appreciate each other's worthy places," the man said calmly, "becoming friends with Kun is in line with my aesthetics."

"Or," he squinted at the boy, "do you regret saving that little girl?"

The boy didn't answer right away, and after a while, he curled the corner of his mouth: "You can still easily make me speechless, Supervisor."

"It is my duty to guide my disciples."

"Of course I won't regret helping Mr. Kun's younger generation," the young man said firmly, "I never suspected that she was a monster, Supervisor."

He didn't deny more, as the heir of the top family, he also had contacts with those families of yin and yang that were passed down from ancient times.

Although he hasn't seen anything beyond common sense with his own eyes, and he can't be regarded as a believer in Shintoism, but since the Onmyoji family can survive to this day, there must be a reason for its existence, and he won't doubt it.

"I understand what you mean." The boy continued, "I will not interfere in this matter."

"So good."

Sakaki Taro nodded, and said again: "I have made a plan, and I will start the special training tomorrow."

"Ok?"

The man didn't feel how sudden his decision was at all, and continued to speak in a calm tone: "The amount of training is three times the usual amount, and I will be able to deal with you with patience."

The boy was just stunned for a moment, and then said confidently: "Of course."

In Sakaki Taro's eyes, there was finally a hint of appreciation.

This is his proud disciple, who can give him a satisfactory answer no matter what time.

"Then, you should go back first," he called the boy by his name, "Jing Wu."

"Aren't you going back, supervisor."

"Wait a little longer," Sakaki Taro said, he pondered, "...it's time to come out."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the intensive care unit opened.

The young man followed the prestige, and Kun's figure appeared behind the door with a tired look on his face.It seems that the decadence that is usually hidden under the skin of the youth can no longer be covered up.

"Kun," Sakakitaro called his friend's name, "you came out."

"Mr. Sakaki," Kun said with a slightly startled expression, "you haven't left yet."

"Always say goodbye to you first."

Kun pushed up his eyes and wiped away the water marks from the corners of his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work, you must have waited for a long time."

He looked at the boy again, with kind eyes: "Atobe-san has worked hard too, I have heard about it, thanks to your willingness to save the child and provide her with precious blood."

The boy put his arm slightly behind his back—on his forearm, there was a piece of gauze, which was inconspicuous, and it was the mark left by the blood draw.

When she was sent to the hospital, Lu Qiaoqiao lost a lot of blood and was in urgent need of a blood transfusion. It was this young man who provided fresh plasma.

"It's just that the blood type just matches," the young man didn't care, "you don't have to worry about it."

"In any case, thanks to you this time." Kun said gratefully, "When Xiaoliu wakes up, I will personally come to the door to thank you."

"Xiaoliu?" Sakakitaro asked casually, "Is that the child's name? It's a bit special to be called this."

"Could it be based on the ranking of the family." The boy also said.

"This..." Kun said quickly, "It's that child's nickname."

"After all, it's a girl," the young man added dryly, "it's not convenient to tell everyone her name."

"...Is that so?" Sakaki Taro said, "It's really an ancient practice, like a princess from some family."

He didn't continue to ask any more questions, but instead asked, "Are you going to watch the night here, Kun."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone finally became normal: "Yes, after a while, someone will probably come to visit."

Sakaki Taro was taken aback, "Are you here?"

"Yes," Kun sighed, "after all, such a big thing happened..."

There was worry on his face: "I still feel strange that I didn't arrive at the first time..."

"At this time," Sakaki Taro reminded, "Kun, it's almost early morning."

His words made the young man startled obviously.

"Has it been so long?" Kun asked in surprise, "I didn't pay attention to the passage of time... I didn't expect it to be so long, it's wrong. Why haven't you come yet?"

Under the watchful eyes of Sakaki Taro and the young man, he walked up and down anxiously, and kept saying, "That's not right."

The boy and Sakakitaro looked at each other: "Mr. Kun?"

Kun was startled, and stopped in his tracks. He seemed to be asking questions, and looked at Sakaki Taro again: "Sakaki, is it really early morning?"

Sakakitaro raised his hand and flashed the watch in front of his eyes: "It's three minutes to zero."

So Kun seemed to have finally determined something, and the young man sighed: "In other words, six hours have passed."

"Sure enough," he frowned rarely, with a heavy tone, "...it's blocked."

……

…………

The ringtone is crisp and lingering, but it doesn't make people feel bored.

Amidst the ringtone, Lu Qiaoqiao felt that her sanity seemed to be clearer.At least she could vaguely recognize the person standing in front of her...

Is it a strange sorghum (uncle)?

The other party looks about to be about 30 years old?

Wearing a strange suit that doesn't fit the style, the texture is old, and it doesn't fit well.What's even more strange is that there is a red rope tied to his chest, and strange metal armor is also worn on the knees of his legs...

Anyway, it's weird to dress up.

In this comfortable ringtone, his face is also gloomy, his hair is disheveled on his face, covering his expression, only the corners of his tightly pursed and drooping mouth can be seen. , it can be seen a little... He seems to be very unhappy?

He's a bit of a fierce uncle...

Lu Qiaoqiao blinked her eyes, followed her dazed instinct at the moment, and carefully took a step back.

The bell sounded suddenly, and the gloomy uncle frowned slightly, and actually followed her steps and took a step forward.

He stared at the girl silently, without saying a word.

So Lu Qiaoqiao took another step back.

Wei Shushu's eyebrows frowned even more, and he chased her and continued to approach her.

As soon as they retreated and advanced, the bell rang throughout.

"Hey……"

A voice sounded.

Lu Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, only to realize that it came from the strange sorghum in front of her.

He actually spoke: "...Go back quickly. Don't go back any further."

It was a beautiful voice that was completely different from his appearance.

It is extremely moving, as clear as a spring, like the sound of cicadas rustling in summer night, shaking the eardrums.

"Wow……"

Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't help exclaiming: "Your voice is so beautiful."

The man seemed taken aback.

He immediately pursed his lips, took a step forward, lightly pressed on the girl's shoulder, and pushed her away.

"Let's go back……"

There seemed to be unspeakable complex emotions in his eyes: "Anyway..."

Then Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes suddenly went dark, everything dissipated like a phantom, only the ringtone still echoed in her ears.Crisp and melodious——

Jingle~

"..."

The girl's eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first sight is a snow-white ceiling.The air temperature with very light disinfectant water surrounds the nose, and the sound of ventilation can be heard in the ear, other than that, it is abnormally quiet.

No bells, no weird 30 year olds.It's like a dream, which is quickly forgotten after waking up.

After a full minute, Lu Qiaoqiao regained a little bit of sobriety, and the memory began to flow slowly. It took another 1 minutes before she finally saw clearly that what was hanging on her arm... was an infusion tube.

(⊙_⊙)...

'Don't remember, my name. '

'Be my companion. '

'In this life, my name is... Ma Canghao. '

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her mouth and blurted out: 'Qing Guang! '

She thought she was shouting forcefully and uncontrollably, but the next moment, she found... There was no sound at all.

The girl opened her lips like a goldfish, opening and closing, but she didn't make any sound.

She pursed her lips in a daze, and belatedly realized... her body had almost no strength at all.

'Crack'.

While she was in a daze, the door was pushed open.Then came the sound of footsteps.

Lu Qiaoqiao slowly turned her head, following the sound, she saw a snow-white shirt.

The footsteps approached, and then stopped in front of her, followed by a slightly surprised: "Are you awake?"

The moment the voice fell into her ears, Lu Qiaoqiao somehow felt that it was a voice that could be described as 'beautiful'.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes - the person standing in front of her bent down.

This is a young boy who looks very young. He has a pair of phoenix eyes slanted up, and he looks at her calmly.There is a tear mole under the corner of the eye, and the faint fragrance of roses comes from his body.

Who is this...?

"Looks awake." The young man quickly made a judgment. He straightened up, stretched out his hand and pressed the bell on the bedside, and then, under Lu Qiaoqiao's gaze, he rolled up his sleeves very skillfully. .

He rolled the cuffs up to his elbows, then took off the normal saline solution hanging in front of the girl's bed, and skillfully took out needles, infusion tubes, etc. from the side cabinet.

Then leaned over, picked up Lu Qiaoqiao's arm, pressed her thumb on the back of her hand, and rubbed it with moderate strength in a circular motion.

It wasn't until the back of the girl's hand was rubbed a little red that she began to rub alcohol and draw out the blood vessels;

Insert the needle steadily, ruthlessly, and accurately!

Apply gauze.

Then he turned around and sat down by her bed.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, done in one go...

Lu Qiaoqiao: (⊙⊙)? ? ?

She finally realized that this was... giving her an infusion?

The slightly cool liquid was injected into her body, as if injecting her missing vitality.

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her mouth: "Thank you, thank you..."

Her voice was weak and hoarse, but her breath was steady: "Excuse me...you, are you?"

The boy's beautiful eyes stared at her: "Kego Atobe."

He reported his identity: "It's Mr. Kun's student."

"Your ward, Mr. Kun does not allow ordinary people to come in and out at will," he pushed back the hair on his forehead, "I just came to visit you, so I changed the salt water for you."

Ben, sir?

"The beeper has been pressed," the young man put down his hand, his legs crossed together, he leaned back on the chair, picked up a book on the table, turned the pages of the book with his head down, "Mr. Kun will be informed about your waking up soon. During this time, just wait with peace of mind."

"..."

"I've been staring at my uncle, is there anything you want to ask?"

"Thank you, thank you," Lu Qiaoqiao said with difficulty, thanking the young man again, "Excuse me... have I been comatose for a long time?"

She has fully remembered.

The guy who appeared out of nowhere and claimed to be good at Ma Cang beat her severely.Almost killed her...

But since waking up in what seems to be a hospital.After that, she should still be saved.

Then, Kiyomitsu... must have returned safely.

Lu Qiaoqiao felt a sense of relief in her heart.

As for this young man named 'Atobe Keigo', since Mr. Kun was mentioned, he should be a student of Ice Emperor Academy... Unexpectedly, in the end, he still alarmed that comfortable academy and senior Kun.

The only question now is how many days she has been in a coma.

"Did you and Mr. Kun save me?" The girl whispered, "I'm sorry...for causing you trouble."

Then she saw that the boy's brows were slightly frowned.

"You think it's causing trouble, huh?"

His tail sound raised, captivating.

"If it's troublesome, it's true," the young man looked at her condescendingly, "Your blood vessels are too thin, and it will take a lot of work to get them right."

"However, this little trouble won't bother my uncle." The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, showing great confidence, "If you learn a little bit of technique, this uncle will be perfect."

"This, this way..."

"Then," he put down the book, folded his hands on his knees, and naturally assumed a negotiating look, "Aside from this, what do you think is causing us trouble?"

"Is it because you were attacked?"

"Or did you get hurt?"

His eyes were cold, and he asked in a calm voice: "Do you think that being hurt is a shameful thing that will be disliked? Could it be that you are an advocate of the 'criminalism of the victim'?"

Lu Qiaoqiao desperately squeezed her strength and shook her head again and again: "Absolutely not!"

"Then it's another possibility," the young man scoffed, but his tone became even colder, "Being helped by a stranger makes him so polite and alienated. You drew a line, and we are classified as 'strangers'." one type."

"Hmph, although my uncle is indeed a 'stranger'."

"However, during the time you were unconscious, Mr. Kun was busy taking care of you." The young man spoke sharply, "Next, do you want to say 'Excuse me' to Mr. Kun?"

"..."

It was very quiet in the ward.

After a long time, Lu Qiaoqiao said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

"I'm saved, and I'm so thankful."

Such straightforward and unadorned words finally eased the boy's expression.

"Hmph," he said lightly, "it's good that you can reflect on yourself, otherwise, you're just a not-so-gorgeous female cat."

Lu Qiaoqiao blinked her eyes and carefully shrunk into the quilt until she covered half of her face before she had the courage to continue talking to this young man with a strong aura.

She whispered, "Well, may I ask...have I been in a coma for a long time?"

From the conversation just now, she seemed to have fallen asleep for a long time.

"Yeah," the young man nodded, "it's been ten days."

"ten……"

ten days? !

Lu Qiaoqiao, who originally thought it would be two or three days at most, was shocked.ten days!She was lying here, did not return to Honmaru, did not contact Lord Shen Yu, and did not return to school to report!

The National Day holiday has already passed!

"Oops, oops," she said in panic, "I didn't expect it to be so long, I thought it would be three or two days at most, my God, this time..."

'Owner'

'...please, call me...'

Those calls that appeared in her ears, the voices that never stopped...wasn't it a dream? !

"No, I can't," Lu Qiaoqiao struggled, trying to sit up, "I want to go back, I have to go back right away..."

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open.

Like the wind, Kun broke into the room. He was covered with dust and dust. He had obviously been traveling outside for a long time, and his hair was stuck to his cheeks with sweat.

But his expression was ecstatic.

"little six!"

As soon as he entered, he called loudly, "Are you awake, Xiao Liu!"

Then, when she fixed her eyes on Lu Qiaoqiao on the hospital bed, her eyes lit up.

"Great," Kun Chang breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hands on his chest, like a big rock, finally fell, "You're fine."

Then he rushed to Lu Qiaoqiao's bed, his expression was so serious and eager that he didn't even notice Keigo Atobe who was beside the bed.

"Xiao Liu," the young man stared at the girl, half sighing, half helplessly, "You child, you are too reckless, how could you block the spiritual way by yourself, now, even your sword can't... "

"Mr. Kun?"

"Lingdao?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Kun stopped speaking, and he blinked. At this moment, he found the boy sitting by the bed.

"Atobe-kun!" He said in surprise, "You are here too... Ah, thank you so much, I have always come to visit..."

In the middle of speaking, he finally realized that what he had just blurted out just now made his whole body stiffen.