[Comprehensive] The growth record of the god judge

Yaoken couldn't bear to make the interrogator suffer again, so he picked him up from the bathtub, wrapped his head in a towel, and injected him with a sedative.

You don't need to think about how painful it is, Yao Yan is terrified, his fingers caress the old and new wounds, the scars and bloodstains seem to be engraved in his heart, the pain is so painful that he can hardly breathe.The inquisitor who was injected with the sedative was too quiet. Compared with the distorted pain caused by the stimulation of the hot water just now, he was a little paler and weaker. There was a little fragility and pitifulness between the tangled brows, but more suffocation. at a loss.

Yao Yan picked up the towel and soaked it in hot water, and began to wipe the body of the judge, his movements were very gentle, for fear of breaking the cracked glass doll.The steam was steaming, and the face of the examiner was gradually blurred in the water mist. Staring at the reddened skin, Yaken always felt that the towel was too rough, so he simply gave up the towel and used his fingers instead.There are tiny calluses on the fingertips, and the softness of the tentacles is unbelievable. Yao Yan suddenly understood something. Even though this body is full of scars, it exudes a shocking beauty and temptation in this hazy mist.

Fu Sangshen's hand descended further and further, bypassing the thigh, pressing the silky penis, and poking into the gap between the two petals of snow.The entrance is swollen into a small flower, the heart of the flower is bulging and can't be closed, and it is fluttering one by one.Yao Yan ruthlessly used some force to probe in, but was immediately rebounded, and the body under his hands tensed up a little, and a few weak sobs escaped from his tightly closed lips.Yaken gritted his teeth bitterly, hugged his waist tightly with one hand to prevent him from moving, moved his lips to kiss the lips of the judge, and at the same time thrust his fingers forcefully.

The wound in the originally torn eye was invaded again, and the indistinct cry of pain came from the interrogator's lips, as if the voice was hoarse and difficult to distinguish from deep in the throat, but Yao Yan felt a line of water from the judge The side of the god's face flowed down, and it was unknown whether it was condensed water vapor or something else.But the wound had to be cleaned, so Yao Yan had no choice but to poke his finger again.

The liquid flowed out continuously under the guidance of the finger, and when the mated lips parted, Yaoken stared at the blood red floating on the water surface, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

After finally cleaning up the god-inspector, the good medicine was stuffed properly into the clean quilt, Yaoyan tidied up the room briefly, afraid of catching cold, he did not dare to open the window to ventilate, so he had to light a plate of medicine incense, and for a while The whole room is filled with mellow medicinal smoke.

The smoke contained a small amount of sleeping ingredients, and the examiner finally relaxed his frowning eyebrows slightly after tossing and turning. Yao Yan pressed the corner of the quilt for him, and sat beside him and watched for a long, long time.

The smoke flows quietly in the room, like a flowing cloud. The examiner lies quietly on the bed, breathing weakly, covered with a quilt, and hardly notices the ups and downs of his chest, just like a real doll baby.Yao Yan packed up the medicine box, and hesitantly put his hand on the other party's chest, which could barely see the ups and downs.

He slowly pulled back the quilt, revealing a small patch of red-stained chest, lowered the neckline of the bathrobe, and leaned out to look.

On the skin of the God Judge's left chest, there was a very faint scar.

His eyes froze. He felt that something was wrong just now in the bathroom, but he couldn't see it clearly because of the fog. Now that it's over, he couldn't help but want to confirm it. Who knew it was the answer he didn't want to believe the most. .

Yao Yan's eyes were heavy, his dark purple pupils were almost boiled into a rich black color, he lowered his body, tilted his head and put his ears on the chest of the examiner.

There was a deathly silence.

Yao Yan lay there quietly, suddenly got up and covered him carefully with the quilt, Fu Sangshen's hand was still on the corner of the quilt, and a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of his eye.

It really hurts.

When Yaoken walked out of the atrium, he immediately received the attention of Zenhon Marutsu, some of them were worried, and some were covered in blood, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

Yao Yan stared at them and suddenly felt a little tired.

Hasebe has already woken up, and hastily stepped forward to inquire about the situation of the god judges. Yaken glanced at them, and carefully looked at the worry and hatred on Hasebe's face, which is not fake or guilty, and opened his mouth lightly. .

"I have a high fever, and the situation is very bad. The general is not in good health, and now...if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow..."

Yao Yan suddenly shut his mouth and stopped talking. He didn't want to deliberately exaggerate the injury of the God judge, but there was nowhere to vent his resentment. He only asked Zhang Gubu to guard the God judge. Then go to the pharmacy to configure specific medicines.

The remaining Fusangshen didn't even have the strength to look at each other, the atmosphere was stiff and stagnant, as if they would fight again at any moment.Tsurumaru's white clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were unexpectedly fierce, but when he looked at the courtyard, he was full of worry, soft and tender, not at all like the person who just attacked Xiaohumaru as if he wanted to die.Like a crane looking forward to it, he raised his neck high, fixedly stared at the window of the atrium for a while, and finally flung his sleeves away.

The examiner was seriously ill, with a high fever that persisted all day long, and the medicine researcher was terribly worried, and tried all kinds of methods to bring down the fever.

He shuttled back and forth between the pharmacy and the atrium all day long, but never guarded the judge, and only let Hasebe or other fusangshen who can rest assured take turns to watch over him. Tsurumaru also wanted to guard, but he had to give up after hurting his arm. .

Fu Sangshen of the Santiao family suffered serious injuries, especially Xiaohumaru and Sanriyue, who were the center of the attack, and they were soaked in the repair pool for three or four days before they could get up and walk around.They never come to the atrium, not because they don't want to, but because they can't.

Jiang Xuezuo organized some fusangshen to stand on his side, such as Yingmaru, Taro and Jiro, etc. They guarded the courtyard tightly and did not allow any fusangshen who would harm the judge to enter or leave.

Regardless of whether they choose to protect or destroy, the Fu Sangshen have all become frightened birds, terrified all day long, for fear of getting any bad news.Honmaru's gloomy and gloomy atmosphere became more and more intense, gathering in the sky like a dark cloud for a long time.

Fortunately, the condition of the inquisitor gradually improved, the fever gradually receded, and he no longer had nightmares all day long in his coma.He seemed to be able to feel that someone was watching over him, and finally he was able to sleep peacefully for a few hours under the care of Hasebe's untidy clothes.

On the seventh day of the coma, the judge woke up on an ordinary morning.

Without warning, this day Hasebe brought hot water and wrung a towel to wipe the face of the god-judgment as usual, and wet the chapped lips of the god-judger with moist gauze.He took out the thin arm of the inquisitor from the quilt and wiped it lightly. The hanging needle fixed by adhesive tape on the back of the hand had been replaced several times, and large bruises and black blood spread from the back of the hand to the arm.After carefully wiping his arm, he tucked in the quilt for the interrogator again, counting the time to change the glucose vial.

Hasebe was replacing a bottle full of water when he keenly heard the sound of the quilt rubbing lightly. He lowered his head suddenly and saw the head of the judge moving slightly, and the white hair was rubbing against the pillow. With a small friction sound.

Hasebe knelt down with a plop, lying on the side of the tatami and watching the person on the bed nervously. He carefully stretched out his fingers to touch the face of the judge, his heart accelerated to the extreme in an instant, as if he was about to burst out of his throat with tension. Jump out of the eyes.

"The main hall...the main hall?"

Hasebe called softly, his voice was so low that it almost turned into a thin air tone, afraid of alarming the examiner, but he wished that he would be able to open his eyes immediately.

God knows that he has been praying like gods every moment during these days, begging them to revive the main hall, begging them to return the god judge to himself.Hasebe loves the main hall more than life, and he would rather use everything he has in exchange for the health and happiness of the interrogator.

If... If the God Judge couldn't wake up, Zhang Gubu would definitely hide the news and jump into the Daojie Pond with the main hall.

Whether he lives or dies, he must accompany his main hall, even if it turns into ashes, he will never be separated from the main hall.

Tens of thousands of thoughts are spinning in the mind, but Hasebe puts all the thoughts in the center of the brain behind at the moment when the eyelashes of the examiner move slightly, and only concentrates and nervously expects the miracle to come.

The judge let out a low whine from his throat, which was hoarse and hard to distinguish. He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were dilated and unable to focus, and he moved his head in a daze.

Hasebe quickly helped the interrogator up, put a pillow on his back, and brought warm water to feed him slowly.Warm water moistened the throat, and the interrogator groped and pressed Hasebe's wrist, asking in a low voice.

"Is it night now?"

Hasebe's expression froze, he stared into the eyes of the examiner, the originally bright eyes were dull and lifeless, and the empty eyes seemed to be staring at the empty void.Fu Sangshen raised his hand, and slowly waved it in front of the interrogator.

The judge didn't respond.

He continued to ask, "It's so dark, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Hasebe's lips moved, his mind went blank, and he couldn't say anything. He seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to think and speak. He opened his mouth like a dehydrated fish, thirsty and helpless on the hot beach. Struggling on the ground, but can only be roasted into charcoal by the scorching sun.

In these short seconds, he didn't think about anything, such as the idea of ​​killing the culprit or some other means of revenge. An unresolved mess.

It shouldn't.

Lord, what a wonderful person Lord is.

Fu Sangshen opened his mouth in a daze, with a forced gorgeous smile on his face, and suddenly grabbed the hand of the judge and bent down deeply.

Tears soaked the quilt, Hasebe suddenly burst into tears.