People read the barrage at the beginning of Demon Slayer

The crow fluttered its wings and flew over Tokyo Prefecture.

At the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad, Yaoya Sanyashiki drank a bowl of decoction and let Shin Crow rest on his shoulder.

"The three diseases of the lower strings in Muyun Mountain, Ye Fu, the ghost killer, the ghost killing team, the Geng-level swordsman, the little bird, You Qingren!".

Yaoya's hand on the medicine bowl paused, and it wasn't until Shinya repeated it twice that a smile came to his face.

In the Narrow Foggy Mountain, the shirtless Yiyong cut off several wooden stakes that were together, and was stunned when he heard Kuanzaburo's words: "Kill the twelve ghost moons...... Wouldn't that be a pillar?".

The real mushroom beside him seriously rewound the wisteria flower spike around his blade, and sighed: "It is worthy of Brother Qingren." "

In a village in Tokyo Prefecture, the rabbit touched the crow's head, and his silver eyes were full of interest: "Twelve ghost moon ......

."

In the Forging Knife Village, the crow of the Sorrowful Mingyu was reporting the matter to the Great Monk and Wudouhe.

Beimingyu clasped his hands together and showed a smile after a long absence: "It seems that the pillar's team is going to grow." "

Only Wu Douhe lowered his head and raised his head again, and asked softly, "Qingren, he...... Are you alright?".

Sunny man, he's not so good right now.

The

hermit's party arrived just in time, and they laboriously pulled Haruto's Hinawa knife from the tree, collected the clergyman's body, and sent the fainting Haruto to the nearby Fuji House.

Haruto's body is full of wounds, large and small, and the whole person looks like a broken doll.

His skeleton was as if he had been struck by a locomotive, and there were few intact bones in his chest.

The puncture wounds from those vine branches were also very difficult to deal with, and the plants that remained in the body were like canine barbed arrows, biting the muscles of Qingren's body.

The

healer of the vine house was afraid of infection, so he could only dig up the piece of meat along with the vine branches.

The operation lasted all night, and blood flowed and soaked a dozen sheets.

"If it weren't for Chang Zhong's breathing, maybe Mr. Tori Yu would have died a long time ago. "

Haruto lay in the vine house for a week without knowing his life or death.

Except for the faint breath that proved that he was alive, his face turned pale like a corpse.

He woke up a week later and saw the sky beside his bed.

"If you're not dead, let's visit the headquarters after you're recuperate. "

Cangkong opened his mouth: "This is the original words of the lord." "

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a young man with long pink hair stuck his head in: "Hey, you're awake." "

Haruto was dying in pain, every bone and muscle in his body screaming that they were going to die, and he could only breathe deeply to soothe the oxygen.

But taking a deep breath always causes his chest to rise and fall, so the shattered sternum is like riding on his head and beating him, making him groggy.

"Why are you again. Haruto struggled to spit out a hoarse voice from his throat, "Are you working part-time at the Fuji House?"

The rabbit raised his tightly bandaged arm funny: "It's good to have a little conscience, I'm injured and I ran so far to see you."

Tell me, Twelve Ghost Moons, how did you do it?!".

So, the realism of killing the third of the lower strings came to my heart.

Haruto looked at the ceiling and blinked, and let out a long sigh with palpitations: "He ate a priest, and it was a thin-blooded ......."

The speed is so fast, and it can also be ninjutsu, and the blood ghost art is ......

strange

If it weren't for the dilute blood in the body of the diseased leaf, it is estimated that Qingren would not be able to kill the diseased leaf if he went back three times.

Rabbit could hear the loss in his tone, so he smiled softly and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"The strength of a swordsman is to improve his strength in actual combat.

It's a tough time, and when the same opponent appears in front of you after the injury heals, you'll be able to deal with it easily.

The pillars are also like this, the limit is broken in real combat. Compared to the same batch of swordsmen, you are already very good. "

Listening to his comforting words, Haruto's mood did improve a little.

There was a knock on the door, and the female healer of the Fuji House pushed the door in, holding a medicine tray in her hand: "Mr. Xiaotoriyou, it's time to change the medicine." "

"Do I need to avoid it?" Rabbit pointed to himself.

"You can go downstairs, everyone is preparing lunch. The healer nodded politely, but when he looked up, he saw the big eyes of the white-haired boy.

"Lunch?".

The female healer nodded: "That's right, there is black pork from the village today, and everyone is discussing whether to make pork chop rice with sauce or roasted black pork." "

Eyes widened.

"Black pork. "

The rabbit covered his face and kept hinting to the female doctor with his eyes: Please, don't say it!

"Or stew to make pork soup ramen......

."

Pupil dilation.

"Of course it has to be a braised - it hurts!".

A desperate roar resounded through the vine house, and the rabbit covered his ears: "I said you should be quiet!".

"I'm going to eat. "

"How do you eat? It's painful to chew and swallow!".

"I'm going to eat. "

The rabbit released a big move: "Even if you are not afraid of the pain of chewing and swallowing, you must always excrete, right?"

He gestured to his injured hand with his eyes: "I can't help you, do you want this lovely young lady to help you?"

Please, you're a breathing swordsman, you won't starve to death if you eat a few less meals!".

The rain drenched the sky, and the destruction was very exquisite.

Haruto, who had a wound touched by his roar, lay on the bed and wept silently.

In the end, he didn't abandon his teammates to enjoy the food by himself, he watched the female healer remove the gauze that wrapped Haruto, and couldn't help but feel numb when he looked at the wounds.

"Fortunately, the puncture wounds avoided the chest and abdomen, otherwise it would have been ......

."

The healer shook his head, took out the cotton wool that had filled the hole, and filled it with new ones.

"If it hurts, you can shout it. The female healer sighed in distress, and she couldn't breathe when she looked at this pain.

You see, the white-haired boy has tears in his eyes.

After a few more days, the powerful vitality of the breathing swordsman was manifested.

After the finger-thick blood hole healed, Yiyong rushed over after completing the task, and carried Haruto back to the Misty Mountains on a stretcher with the rabbit whose arm had healed.

Actually, I didn't have to be in such a hurry, but Haruki knew that Mako was going to participate in this year's final selection.

I've lived in the Narrow Foggy Mountains for more than half a year.,This girl with a light voice and a lively and lovely personality has been regarded by him as a real sister.。

My sister went out to participate in such a big selection, and of course these few of them who were brothers must be present.

"Brother Qingren!".

Seeing the three of them appear at the foot of the mountain, Mako threw away the firewood in his hand and screamed and pounced.

"Tap, tap silly girl!" "Bunny, who had been running all day, slapped the girl's head and stopped her from pounced: "Go and clean up the bed!"

Haruto raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed the blue ripple feather weaving on the left side of the scale: "Teacher Scale, ......".

The Great Tengu Mask stared at him.

The young man said weakly but firmly: "Black pork ......."

"I'm going to eat black pork. "