Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Pieces of cherry petals waved off the branches, floating in the main pill, sweeping across the courtyards one after another, pausing occasionally, and turning into a touch of pink on the ground.

Weitzman sat on the edge of the veranda, still holding the tea that had just been handed over by Hasebu in his hand, took a shallow sip of the tea, and then placed the tea bowl on the tray beside him, he took a long breath , and even stretched his waist, looking sleepy but trying to raise his spirits to stare at the time-space converter in the courtyard, looking forward to the moment when it shone with golden light.

The windbreaker was lifted up and hung down on the veranda, and spread all over the floor together with his long hair, which also roughly covered his figure. He didn't know that Hasebe, who was kneeling diagonally behind him, was trying his best to restrain himself from reaching out. Touch that soft hair.

Perhaps even God knows that Weizman has been waiting for a long time, or God also wants to see how Weitzman will deal with Jiang Xuezuo's "depression", just when Weizman feels tired and even almost dies. When planning to go back home and fight again next time, the Time Converter in the courtyard emitted a brilliant golden light.

Eyes filled with anticipation and surprise, Weizman stood up abruptly, and saw that the golden light spots from the space-time converter gradually condensed, forming a circular area on the ground, and several figures gradually emerged from it.

Weitzman stepped forward subconsciously, completely forgetting the fact that he was sitting on the veranda just now. He stepped on the ground and almost fell. He didn't pay much attention to this problem, and subconsciously used his own status as the "King of Silver" to possess The "gravity" ability, allowing himself to hang in the air without falling, and then landed.

His silver-white long hair hung loose behind him, fluttering with his coat. He took a few steps forward quickly, then restrained his emotions, coughed twice, and the second speed changed back to normal status.

Jiang Xuezuo, who returned to Honmaru, felt in the first second of writing, not "come back", but felt a chill, looked around blankly, but couldn't find the source of the same feeling as on the battlefield just now, he I could only choose to temporarily ignore this question, turned to face Weitzman, and said softly: "The task... seems to have been completed unconsciously."

The source of the chills, Weitzman raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a smile, glanced at the people in front of him, and nodded, "Thanks for your hard work, everyone."

Smelling a trace of blood, he blinked and added, "By the way, are there any injured personnel?"

After finishing speaking, he lifted his feet and walked towards his courtyard. Jiang Xuezuo was about to walk out of the courtyard. When asked by Weitzman, he didn't look back, but lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "You ask them."

After finishing speaking, he quickly left the courtyard as if he was hiding from some dangerous object.

"...Why does Jiang Xuejun look so afraid of me?" Weitzman was stunned for a moment, staring at the back of Jiang Xue leaving the text, then turned his head and said to the others in confusion, "I used to be able to speak normally. , looks like it’s avoiding me today.”

Smiling Qing Jiang shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "That's because of Jiang Xue..."

He made a long note on purpose, seeing that Weitzman was concentrating on listening to the next answer as he wished, and seeing that the interrogator was so cute, he decided to tell the truth, "I'm hurt."

"But it doesn't seem to be a problem..." Weitzman didn't doubt what the smiling face Qingjiang said, opened his eyes wide, then paused, raised his feet and ran outside, quickly going to catch someone who was injured but hid The "bad boy" who is being treated.

After a moment of silence, Qing Jiang blinked his eyes with a smile on his face, and said helplessly to the others, "Well, we are all used to it, this pill has no right to use swords except Jiang Xue~" He said, stretching out his hand, He took Xiaohumaru, led the other swords, and walked into the room automatically.

↑The god judge doesn't love us, we can only choose to save ourselves QAQ

Completely forgetting that there are still a few bitter swords waiting for Fu Sangshen, Weitzman caught up with Jiang Xuezuowen, who was not walking fast, and reached out to grab Jiang Xuezuowen's wrist before speaking, He refused to let go, and after confirming that he had "captured" the bad boy Jiang Xue, he said:

"Jiang Xuejun, you are also injured, let's go get it together."

Jiang Xue left her head lowered, stared at Weitzman's hand for a while, and made sure that the other party really didn't intend to let go. She could only cast her eyes around casually, and said casually:

"Injured? Ah... I didn't notice it."

Squinting his eyes, he felt that the person in front of him was trying to cover up, so Weitzman gave up the plan of persuading the other party to succeed. Since talking can't impress the person in front of him, then I choose... Violence!

As soon as he grasped Jiang Xuezuowen's wrist, he wanted to drag him towards the room with his feet. He never expected that even though he had become the king, his strength still didn't change much, and it took a lot of effort. I had no strength, and my feet slipped several times, but I couldn't move the "stone brick" behind me.

"... May I ask what are you doing?" Jiang Xue Zuowen watched Weizman pulling her hand, but she was still motionless, silent for a moment, and asked suspiciously.

"I'm pulling you away!" Weitzman said seriously, with the corner of his mouth twitching, "So, now follow my strength and follow me."

"Well, good." Jiang Xuezuo blinked his eyes, and Weitzman's figure was reflected in his blue eyes. He thought for a moment, tilted his head and answered, and then took a step forward following Weitzman's strength , The following steps became very smooth, he was in a daze, while following Weizman, he didn't react until he had reached the entry room.

Looking around at the partners who were bandaging the wounds, and then at Weitzman who was approaching here with the utensils in his hand, Jiang Xue left his mouth slightly, took a step back, and avoided his hand. Looking over to the ground, he whispered, "I'm fine, please don't mind me."

Weitzman paused, pulled his hand, and under the subconscious obedience of Jiang Xuezuo's words, he successfully made the other party sit down in front of him obediently, before he let out a long breath.

He secretly recited "Don't fuss with melancholic patients" a few times in his heart, he showed a smile, and went straight to dismantle Jiang Xue's armor.

Blocking Weizman's hand, Jiang Xue let out a long sigh, widened her belt, took off the armor on her shoulders, then moved her arm and pulled it out of the sleeve, and Haiqing's long sleeve fell to her side , half of the body is already exposed.

Weitzman didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xuezuo's body, but fixed his eyes on the wound on his shoulder, then glanced at the scratches on his arm, and blinked his eyes. This is indeed not a serious wound , breathed a sigh of relief, the spiritual power entered the body through the brushed powder stick, caressing the wound again and again, and the wound was repaired little by little during this period, until finally even the scar disappeared.

Putting the powder stick back into the box, holding the box, Weitzman glanced at Jiang Xue’s left text, which was putting on the clothes again, and said with a smile, “Jiang Xuejun, if you are injured, it’s better to treat it in time, otherwise everyone will worry , I believe you don't want Xiao Ye and Zongsan to worry about this, do you?"

Jiang Xue stood up and stepped forward in Zuowen, but Weizman poked the weak point in his heart. He could only respond in a low voice, and then accelerated his pace to escape from this place that he had always hated very much.

Watching Jiang Xue Zuo's words leave, Weitzman tilted his head and smiled very naturally. He turned his head to look at the other people who had entered the room, and walked slowly, "Come on, let's also enter."

Without any scruples, Xiaohuwan exposed his chest generously and asked Weitzman to manually insert the wound on his stomach. Seeing the powder stick patted on his stomach, he grinned, " I'm going to take care of the fur."

"Fur? It's true, you can't just spoil the soft hair of Xiaohuwan, and the blood stains on it should be washed well."

Weizman responded, still lowered his head, and concentrated on washing the wound with spiritual power little by little. Xiaohuwan's wound was obviously deeper than Jiang Xuezuo's writing, and it was still oozing blood when he touched it. , His white underwear and coat were stained red.

"Yeah, yeah, I think the same way, Xiaohu," Xiaohumaru has always cherished his hair. Hearing what Weitzman said, he responded quickly, and a thought flashed in his mind, and asked, "Speaking of it, my lord Are you interested in having time to comb Xiaohu's hair? It definitely feels good!"

"Okay." Weitzman responded very simply, without any thinking at all.

"That's really great." Xiaohumaru narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Xiaohu, I see that you care about Jiang Xue very much, and you are usually so busy, it is impossible to agree to me." , I never brought it up, but I never thought you would agree to my request."

"Huh? Xiaohuwan is also a part of this pill. Why should I treat it differently? It's just that Jiang Xuejun is suffering from a disease. As a healthy person, we should treat patients preferentially." Weitzman asked back in doubt, and then Seriously explain why he is interested in Jiang Xue.

"Patient?" Smiling Qing Jiang approached curiously, his golden eyes were full of surprise, "Jiang Xuejun is very healthy, how could he be a patient?"

Weitzman shook his head, just as the wound on Xiaohuwan's abdomen had recovered, he directly raised the powder stick and shook it, "Not only physical diseases can be called patients, but mental diseases can also be called patients. oh."

The smiling Qing Jiang who was dragged by Weitzman to take off his clothes widened his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to protect his chest, but suddenly thought of something, but he became more generous, instead he took all the clothes above his waist He pulled it off, and said with a smile, "Take me off, what are you going to do?"

"Cure the injury, shut up." Knowing the attributes of the smiling Qingjiang "old driver", Weitzman calmly hit Qingjiang on the head with a powder stick, calming him down, and then began to deal with the pain on the opponent's back. Wound, still explaining the previous question, "Don't you think that Jiang Xuejun actually has some mental problems?"

"Question? Is my younger brother's control count?" The answer given by the smiling Qing Jiang was not distracted at all.

Weizman was not angry either, but just shook his head as if something had happened, rejecting Qing Jiang's answer, "No, he is depressed."

He directly poured out all the rhetoric he had just said to Yakiri Hasebe to the two Toujian Fusangshen in front of him, regardless of whether they understood or not, he concluded by himself, "So, our Honmaru must Let Jiang Xuejun get out of the predicament of mental disorder with unity and friendship!"

He stared blankly at Weitzman waving the powder stick, as if he was saying some kind of creed, Qing Jiang paused for a while with a smile on his face, and after holding back for a long time, he could only respond in the end: "Oh."

——The judge seems to be crazy?But looking at it, it doesn't seem crazy?

——Is Jiang Xuejun actually mentally ill?Should I light a candle for him?

——Thinking about it again, why do I think it seems to be quite reasonable?

So...

The next day, after Jiang Xue Zuowenwen stepped out of the Zuowenyuan courtyard again, on the way to the center of the Honmaru, he glanced at the people around him who looked over from time to time, and always felt that something was wrong. Seems like sympathy? ? ?