The enemy knife Yaoer [comprehensive comics]

Chapter 119

It's been a long time since I've been in a hot spring, Dagger submerged his whole body in the water, leaned lightly on the stone behind him, and couldn't help squinting his eyes comfortably.

Honosuke immediately ran back to Shizheng to report when he came back from there, and Dian Dao and others were quickly welcomed back by Honmaru's people. After roughly talking about the situation there, they were urged to rest again.

It's broad daylight, so I definitely can't go to sleep now, Dian Dao thought for a second and decided to take a bath first.

Stretching his legs in the water, the short knife turned around and lay down on the stone. As soon as he exhaled, his arm was tapped.

He half-opened his eyes, glanced lazily at the smiling Catao Toshiro in front of him, and greeted him with a nasally grace.

"You can tell you're here by seeing that no one is in your room."

Natsuo Toshiro grinned and pinched his face, which was flushed red by the heat, and saw that the dagger was wilting, so he turned around and went to wash his body without further trouble.

"Wow~ After being locked in a small dark room for nearly two weeks, I can finally take a shower!"

"...Wash it up before coming down."

Natsuo Toshiro squeezed the shampoo and rubbed it on his head, he didn't pay much attention to his dislike of short knives, he seemed very happy, and even hummed a song there.

The dagger glanced at him a few times, ignored him and closed his eyes again.

The sound of foam rubbing back and forth echoed in the huge bath, and the surrounding warm air made Dagger feel a little drowsy. He sank his shoulders down again, and was just about to take a nap. Talk to him suddenly.

"What do you think?" Natsuo Toshiro rubbed the foam on his head, raised his mouth, "Mikazuki."

The dagger rested on his arm for a while and said, "What do you think?"

"It's his attitude towards you."

"Any questions?"

"The problem is big!"

Natsuo Toshiro raised a basin of clear water to wash away all the foam on his body, grabbed the towel around his waist and jumped into the hot spring, he walked up to Dagger, and Dagger's body swayed when the waves hit the ground.

"I said, are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid?" Natsuo Toshiro pinched the face of the floating dagger, and pulled it to both sides forcefully: "Can't you feel what Sankayue means to you?!"

"What, what do you mean?" The dagger grabbed his wrist and tried to free his face. After two unsuccessful attempts, he gave up decisively.

Seeing the dagger's expression that didn't seem to be fake, Natsuo Toshiro stared at him strangely for a while, and then slowly let go of his hand.

"Haven't gotten the hang of it yet...?" He muttered suspiciously, leaned against the stone behind him, thought for a while and said, "Then let me put it another way, do you have someone you like?"

"The five tigers retreat." Dagger replied in seconds.

Natsuo Toshiro fell into the water with a splash.

"Cough, cough, cough... what did you say?" He thought he didn't hear clearly.

The dagger was suddenly a little shy, and pointed his fingers in the water: "The one who likes it, the five tigers will retreat."

"..."

At a loss for words, Natsuo Toshiro looked at the dagger with complicated eyes, and held back a sentence for a long time: "You are quite narcissistic..."

Seeing the child smile shyly at him, Natsuo Toshiro couldn't help but feel even more flustered, he wasn't praising him.

Natsuo Toshiro explained: "No, I'm not talking about that kind of liking, but another, more...how should I put it."

Dagger looked at him in bewilderment.

It may be that the soaking time was a bit long, but Dian Dao felt that his head was getting a little confused, and he was thinking of getting up and going out for a breath of air, but suddenly his arm was grabbed by the person beside him.

The dagger wobbled for a while, then turned his gaze to him again helplessly.

Natsuo Toshiro quickly said: "In this way, other than retreat, what do you think of other people?"

"I want them to thrive. You let go of me first, I want to get out and catch my breath."

Catao Toshiro thought he wanted to escape, so he held on to the dagger tightly to prevent him from leaving: "Don't run away, speak clearly, what do you think?"

Fu Sangshen's crisp voice echoed in the bath, and the dagger's brain hurt a little. He twitched his arm, but Natsuo Toshiro held it so tightly that his arm didn't move at all.

"...you let go."

Dagger raised one leg and stepped on the wet stone to push upwards. He thought, no matter how joking Cattail was, he should let go, but in fact, Dagger was thinking too much.

As soon as he stepped on the stone, the people behind him grabbed his arm even more relentlessly. The dagger was already unstable, and his feet slipped, and with a plop, he fell back into the water.

"Hey? Why did you fall into the water?"

"Don't make trouble, get up quickly, and be careful not to get water in your head."

"Hey, you answered what I asked you just now... By the way, I hold ten fingers with you now, do you feel a little bit moved?"

The short knife floating in the water: ... I'm so sorry for you.

This body is a little hypoglycemic, this is something that only the short knife knows.

His previous life was very regular, and there was nothing in this pill that required him to be busy. In addition, he himself consciously moved his body frequently, so the short knife kept his body well, and he didn't notice this small problem at all.

However, due to the bloody battle not long ago, the nerves were highly tense and the problems were ignored. The result is that the dagger is lying on the bed and even the bones are screaming.

"Looks like it will be burned tonight."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada took a closer look at the dagger lying on the bed, and half-assembled a conclusion: "It seems that he has been tense for the past few days in order to complete the task. When he returned to Honmaru and relaxed, all symptoms appeared."

"Obviously I was by the lord's side, but I didn't notice it at all!" Yaki Hasebe covered his face in annoyance, and began to blame himself infinitely.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong comforted: "Okay, you were all tired when you came back, and you didn't notice so much for a while. Leave it to me and Yaoyan. You all go to rest." He turned to gather behind him A bunch of people said.

"Then can't you attend tonight's small banquet?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong said with a helpless smile: "Considering your physical condition, it's better not to go."

"what……"

"Just as long as you are happy, don't worry about this side, I'll leave it to Yao'er—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a murmur.

"Great! Then we can secretly share Yao'er's food!"

"That's right! You're right! The candlesticks are always on the wrong side, and the ones prepared for that kid must be particularly rich!"

"Come on guys, hurry up and do it before Yao'er wakes up!"

"oh oh--!"

The crowd walked away.

Candlestick cut Guangzhong: "..."

Suddenly feel sorry for the child in a coma.

Yaken Toshiro coughed, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada came back to his senses, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the short sword's forehead, turned around and found Mikazuki Munekin who hadn't left yet.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked casually, but his movements of twisting the towel didn't stop.

Sanri Yuezong gave a sound of kindness, and suddenly reached out and took away the wet towel in his hand.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong paused, and looked at him with a suspicious expression, but saw that Fu Sangshen was wiping the thin sweat on the child's forehead with a handkerchief, he blinked his eyes for a long time, and suddenly let out an ah in his heart .

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada scratched the side of his face, stood up and glanced at Yaken Toshiro who was standing aside and staring at the two.He cleared his throat and said, "I'd better make a porridge."

After all, he quickly left the room.

Standing behind Sanriyue Zongjin who was quietly sitting next to the bed, Fu Sangshen was concentrating on it, as if he was performing some crucial task in his hands.Yaken Fujishiro stared at Fu Sangshen's calm face for a while, pushed his glasses, and sighed softly:

"I'll also find some medicine that can come in handy."

Turning around and walking out of the room, Yaken Toshiro looked back at the back of the pot in the room again, but walked away quietly without saying anything.

The dagger in his sleep coughed, showing a vague tendency to wake up.

Confused, feeling the heavy dagger on his forehead subconsciously stretched out his hand from under the quilt and moved the things on his head aside.

In less than two seconds, the head became heavy again.

The dagger frowned, and pulled the wet thing aside irritably.

However, the head was heavy again.

Reach out.

The tactile feel...somewhat wrong.

His eyelids were heavy, and Dagger felt that his throat was dry and sore. He opened his eyelids with great effort to see what that annoying thing was, but suddenly a pair of eyes reflecting the moonlight broke into his vision. .

The palm of the hand seemed to be clasped by something slightly cool, the short knife slowly opened his eyes wide, and the handsome face of the young man was very close.

"I hold ten fingers with you now, do you feel a little bit moved?"

……

Dagger slowly blinked his eyes.

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