In the midst of psychological pain and physical enjoyment, Shangjo Dangma and Bee Eater went to a remote convenience store.

It is said to be a convenience store, but in fact, it is a simple stall made of wooden boards, and there is no shed to shade customers, and the service attitude is poor enough.

The salesman in the uniform of a lenient clerk lowered his head and said nothing, as if he didn't want to see the two men frantically spilling dog food.

"Please give me two cups of honey lemon tea." Uejo Danma handed the clerk change, and the other party shrunk his right hand in his sleeve, took it through the sleeve, pinched it, and put it in his pocket.

He seemed to refuse to make physical contact with this damn creature who smelled of love sour.

The bee-eater just wanted to speak.

"Is it okay to have fresh lemon slices in it?"

The bee-eater looked at him in amazement.

"What's wrong? Is it because you don't like fresh lemon slices? ”

"No...... It's not, it's just ......"

The bee-eating exercise, which has the ability to grasp the mind, is very complicated at the moment.

"Is this a coincidence? Or is it when Ma remembers? No, it must have been a coincidence, he couldn't have remembered, I've tried so many times. Can...... What if a miracle really came to me? ”

On the one hand, judging whether the cognitive circuit of Shangtiao Dangma has begun to recover based on just a slice of fresh lemon is a bit arbitrary, which is really not the judgment that a superpowered person with psychological control should make.

But on the other hand, for the "drowning" bee-eating cao, even a little hope is enough for her to have hope.

"When ......"

"Huh? What's wrong...... Wrong! I didn't even tell you my name! ”

When he heard the girl call his name, he first subconsciously replied, and then realized that he had never told the other party his name at all.

"That's right! Speaking of which, she seemed to have called me by name on the beach, and I thought I had misheard it at the time, but now it seems ......."

“！！！”

The sudden sense of crisis interrupted Uejo Dangma's thoughts, and he subconsciously threw himself on the ground with the bee-eating caopra.

"Shh——!h

The sharp scimitar made a dazzling silver arc in the scorching sun, bringing up a drop of blood that glistened with a bewitching red glow under the eyes.

It was the clerk who had been silent, and he pulled out a strangely shaped scimitar from under the improvised counter.

Using his body as a cushion for the girl, he gently pushed the girl in his arms to the side, and a carp stood up.

The precursor perception was activated, and the upper strip who had just gotten up folded his body back, and a strangely shaped scimitar rubbed the tip of his nose.

Shangjo is not a character who is only beaten and does not fight back, although he has no internal strength, but with the blessing of a variety of martial arts, his strength is definitely far more than ordinary people.

After lowering his waist to dodge the scimitar that swept over, Kamijo Dangma did not get up, but took advantage of the situation to directly do a backflip, and landed steadily and then put on a posture ready to quickly fight and put it on the other side.

Judging from the skills that the other party just showed, the other party was just a fierce ordinary person with a weapon in his hand. Kamijo Dangma is fully sure to quickly solve the other party and ensure that the girl will not be harmed.

But when he looked directly at the salesman who suddenly burst into action, he couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth.

It was a scrawny middle-aged man, dressed in an ill-fitting clerk's uniform, his skin was rather unhealthy, and at first glance it was clear that his internal organs were probably bad, and in his right hand he held a scimitar that looked like an iron claw.

Kamijo's gaze fell on his knife-holding hand, which barely looked like a human hand, some of the nails were cracked, some were peeling, and some were stained with clotted black blood clots.

The fingers were bruised-black, there was a sizable scar on the back of the hand, and the blood scabs seemed to be peeled off again and again, and disgusting black flesh was turned out of the wound in its entirety, looking like rancid fruit spilling clear mucus.

Kamijo couldn't help but be amazed that such a hand could still hold a knife, and even use a knife to make such a ferocious attack.

A strong feeling of dizziness appeared, and the burning pain of the knife on his face began to decrease - when the other party swung the first knife, in order to protect the bee-eater, a small cut was made on the face of the upper strip Danma.

(Yes...... Poison? Damn it...... What ...... did he put on the knife? ）

It is said that the ethnic minorities in Africa will coat the tip of the wooden spear with the juice of poisonous caterpillars to hunt beasts, perhaps this is a similar poison.

Although Kamijo's body has honed a considerable degree of resistance in the training course of the school city, it is still completely unable to resist the power of this poison.

"Damn...... It's the god of fire......"

The angel has fallen, but other things that should have happened will still happen.

Kamijo Danma knew that Kamino Kamisao would appear around here, and with his misfortune, it was normal for him to be targeted by Kamisaku Hinano.

Originally, he didn't have to worry, with his current skills, let alone just holding a scimitar, even if Kamisaku Hinano was holding a pistol, Kamijo Dangma was completely sure to kill him and hand him over to the police.

If it weren't for this girl who suddenly appeared to drag her feet.

Although Shangjo is a lot stronger than in the plot, his physique has not changed fundamentally, compared to the plot where he lost his ability to move when he was just injured, and then lost consciousness and passed out, the current Shangjo is much stronger.

Having said that, after the intense feeling of dizziness, Kamijo's body began to sweat rapidly, and his physical strength was lost in an instant.

Kamijo, whose vision was gradually blurring, held his body strongly, wanting to kill the fire no god as soon as possible.

"Hmm......"

Kamijo's figure staggered towards Kamisaku Hino.

"Touching ——!"

In the blurred vision of the previous article, Kamisaku Hino fell to the ground, his life and death unknown.

Lying on the ground, the bee-eating Cao Qi held a TV remote control with an angry face, pointing in the direction of the fire field god.

"You...... Uh......"

Uejo, who was relieved of the crisis, could no longer resist the strong feeling of vertigo and staggered backwards.

“！！！”

The bee-eater immediately gets up to catch Dangma, but she ignores that she is a sports idiot, and the back of Kamijo's head hits her chest, and they both fall to the ground.

"Ahem......"

The impact on the chest, even if there was a cushion, the bee-eater Cao Qi coughed uncomfortably twice, but fortunately they fell on the sand, but it didn't hurt.

She carefully placed the upper strip as a hemp on the sand, and activated her ability with an anxious face.

"Whew...... Judging from the ability feedback, it should be a neurotoxin with a strong anesthetic nature, and theoretically it should be able to be eliminated by my ability. ”

Her "mental mastery" is the manipulation of water through "living electricity" to cause various phenomena. It mainly controls the secretion of substances in the brain of the target person, as well as the proportion of fluids such as blood and medullary fluid.

Therefore, her ability to theoretically make neurotoxins ineffective on the human body, but only theoretically, and only against neurotoxins.

"But...... I've never tried to do this after all, and my abilities are mostly on the brain, so to be on the safe side, ...... Suck it out with your mouth! ”

Looking at the wound on Shangjo Dangma's face, the bee-eating Cao Qi silently made a decision.

……

Straddled the body of the upper strip of the hemp, the bee-eater sucked out the toxin from the wound little by little.

She wasn't worried that Kamisaku Hinano would wake up, because seeing that Dangma was injured, she had just shot a little harder.

But what she didn't notice was that behind her and Kamijo Dangma, a silver-haired girl in a white one-piece swimsuit was holding two bottles of drinks, staring blankly at the scene.

The girl's beautiful green eyes gradually misted with water.

"When hemp...... When hemp ......"

"?!!!"

The bee-eating causal who had just removed his lips from Shangjo's face was startled and subconsciously flipped off Dangma's body.

Under the call of the pure white nun, who will turn into a white demon at any time, Kamijo wakes up when Mayo.

"Because Dangma didn't come back for a long time, I was worried, so I came out and looked for Dangma everywhere to find Dangma......"

The nun lowered her head, her silky silver hair obscuring her eyes, and only her glittering tiger teeth could be seen in the upper strip.

"Huh? Intix? How did you end up here? I don't know what happened, but the little one apologizes to you here! ”

Although he was a little confused, driven by the desire to survive, Kamijo Dangma still subconsciously apologized.

"Stepping on the sand of my feet, holding the drink but reluctant to drink it, because I was afraid that I would be thirsty when I was ...... hemp"

The girl turned a deaf ear to Shangjo's apology, just lowered her head, and her voice gradually brought a crying tone, "But I saw that when Ma was ...... In the ......"

"Wait...... Wait, Intix! I can explain it! ”

"Never forgive! I'm going to bite the numb skull! ”

The girl who said this raised her head, revealing a face that looked like a demon to Kamijo, and pounced on it with her mouth wide open.

"Although the memory in my head is not very clear, I am still - unfortunate !!"

……

The bee-eating man, who was ignored by the two, silently got up from the beach, picked up the remote control on the ground, and put it in his satchel.

"Well...... Looks like there shouldn't be honey lemon tea in this shop, but I'm still ...... Let's go back......"

She comforted herself like this, with an imperceptible cry in her voice, much sadder and more aggrieved than Intix's just now.