"I'm a monk and a knife." Shuzhumaru's voice was calm, "Since I have promised to be the head of time and space, I will do my duty as a sword, please don't worry too much, master." ”

"I know you'll do your part, but are you happy with that?" Taking out the ointment, he took the hand of Shuzhumaru and applied it carefully, and Shuzhumaru flinched for a moment without refusing his touch. That's a good thing, Devil's Thought.

"You seem to hate me besides the battlefield? Well... It's okay, I think I can find a way for you to leave Honmaru and still have a human form. Seeing that he didn't reply, the demon deliberately asked him about his intention to leave, and he tried to get rid of him, and Shuzhumaru really began to panic after hearing it.

"Nope! I... I don't hate my master, and I don't hate going to war, so please don't drive me away. Shuzhumaru opened his eyes in horror, one gold and one purple two-color heterochromic pupils made the demon very amazing, it turned out that Shuzhumaru's eyes were so beautiful, the demon was a little amazing.

"Bloody battles are inevitable on the battlefield, you have been worshiping Buddha for a long time, I think you may not like the blood on the battlefield very much, and you don't seem to like the breath on my body very much, so I will ask."

"As a sword, I know that combat is inevitable." Shuzhumaru said softly, closing his eyes and feeling the master smearing medicine on his hands. Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the expression on his master's face must be very gentle, and he didn't even dare to use the medicine too vigorously for fear of pain, gently and gently, his palms and fingers were covered with calluses, and the touch was a little rough, but the master was very careful to apply medicine to him, so as not to let the coarse calluses hurt the back of his already red hand, or break his skin. "So I won't resist when I go out to help, not to mention that I've never hated the master."

"Compared to the Bird Mission of the Plane Chief, I care more about whether you are happy or not. The other knives are fine, they can't go to the battlefield, but you still have a religious factor, and I'm more worried about you. And..."A thick layer of ointment was applied to Shuzhumaru's hand, the demon thought about it, held his hand and slowly poured the aura in, and Shuzhumaru really shivered in front of his eyes.

"And you don't seem to be able to accept my spiritual powers, will you be sad?"

"No, it's just that the master's spiritual power is a little cold, maybe a little uncomfortable, but there is absolutely no annoyance!" Shujumaru is very honest, and as a Buddhist sword, he would never lie. The master's spiritual power is very cold for some reason, it is really, very cold, so cold that he has to work very hard to restrain it so that he does not tremble, but it is also this master who uses such cold spiritual power to help him transform and give people a human body, and he is also very gentle with him, so Shuzhumaru really doesn't hate the master at all, even... Kind of like.

"So... I'm trying to figure out how I can warm you up. "The demon deliberately rummaged around the drawer, and it took a long time to take out the ice and fire bead that he had prepared a long time ago, and turned it into spiritual energy and sent it into the body of the bead pill." This is a bead of ice and fire, and when you meet ice and turn into fire, you should be a little more comfortable. ”

Squeezing Shuzhumaru's hand, he slowly injected the aura into the other party's body, this time Shuzhumaru didn't tremble anymore and shivered, and the demon nodded with satisfaction.

"It's so warm... Thank you hosts. "The spiritual power that the master crossed was no longer cold but warm, penetrating into the spleen and lungs and then emerging from within the body. For the first time, Shuzhumaru floated small petals towards his master, and for the first time, he showed a faint smile.

Looking at Shuzhumaru's smile, the demon also smiled. Sure enough, it is a white lotus that is pure and unclean, this smile is holy and innocent, and it is indeed worthy of being the prey of his eye. Floating petals at him means that you have planted a seed in his heart, and then wait for this seed to blossom and bear fruit.

Secretly licked his lips, the demon was looking forward to it.

The demons of the God Inquisitor Conference are basically not absent, in the spirit of being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day, as well as the psychology of inquiring about the news, although they are too lazy to socialize, they will basically appear. And the glamorous appearance of the devil has always become the object of human pursuit, regardless of gender. Many people also toast him with the mentality of intoxicating this gorgeous inquisitor, so every time he returns to the master of Honmaru, he always needs the help of the attendant, and the attendant knife who goes with him also has the obligation to help the master with the wine. This type of conference will be held four times a year, once a quarter, and the demon will bring either two Genji sword brothers or Mutsu Okumori or Izumi Mamoru who can drink more alcohol, but this time, the day before yesterday, the God Inquisitor was a brain weak and didn't remember the matter of the God Inquisitor Conference at all, and sent everything he could drink to go on an expedition, but he got up today and had a little sign of a cold, and it was not a good thing to drink cold.

"It's good now..."Now in this pill, it's either a short knife child, or a group of three cups. The demon tapped his head in annoyance and swallowed a cold medicine in front of Shuzhu Pill.

"Master, I can go with you." Shuzhumaru doesn't know, so it's good to let him go with him on duty today.

"You can't drink bars?" The master glanced at him, "But forget it, let's find an inconspicuous corner to nest in, and slip away after the meeting, it should be fine." ”

"Yes." Shuzhumaru had never been to the Inquisitor Conference with his master, and he didn't understand why he was slipping away? "But... Why sneak away? ”

"Because your master and I have a cold today, I can't drink." The owner's face was a little pale, and not being able to drink made him look a little depressed. "The end of the meeting is usually a drinking party, and if it was customary for me to be dragged by the bunch of guys. I swallowed cold medicine today and couldn't drink too much, so I can't do it if I don't hurry up. ”

Shujumaru remembered the last time the two Genji knife brothers, Izumi Mamoru and Mutsu Okumori played in the courtyard together, but they all caught a severe cold, and after taking cold medicine from the master, Zheng Bo was cooking porridge for them while chattering, saying that they should avoid eating cold medicine, this can't be eaten and that can't be eaten, and one seems to be that you can't drink. He asked Uncle Zheng curiously, and Uncle Zheng told him that if he ate those things, the cold medicine would be ineffective, especially not to drink alcohol, and he would die of heart paralysis.

Uncle Zheng smiled and told Shuzhu Pill who came to serve the porridge, "Don't disobey the old man, drink wine and dispense medicine, this is how I died." ”

Shuzhumaru's face turned blue, and it wasn't until this time that Shuzhumaru knew that the kind old man who had been helping in this pill turned out to be Ah Piao, who was invited by the master to help cook the rice in a special way. This realization shocked Shujumaru with goosebumps, and he never liked to step into the kitchen. Now that the master is ill at the meeting, staring at the master's slightly red cheeks due to slight burns, Shuzhumaru is a little reluctant in his heart, he will be careful not to let the master drink.

They arrived very late, and Kitsunosuke on stage had been speaking for an unknown amount of time. The female Inquisitor she knew beckoned to them, and she gave them a seat, and they naturally sat down beside her.

"Huh?" The woman looked at the slightly pale face of the demon and was a little surprised, "Did you go as a flower thief last night?" ”