The Sealer of the Sword

But after thinking about it a little, it seems to be clear. After all, Bishamon is an artifact he wears when he goes out, and the clothes just under the artifact are actually a bit like pajamas, so of course, who would wear underwear when wearing pajamas.

Yan Ye just sighed softly like that, although she really wanted to take a good look at the body in front of her that looked like a work of art, but not to mention that Fei's eyes hurt him, and Bishamon's side was also hurt by the words. Ye's gaze began to be slightly blocked, and the first picture that caught the eye completely deprived Yan Ye's attention in an instant.

It was like being enveloped by a black shadow, but the shadow was even deeper, just like when it was eroded by darkness. It was deep purple, and it was so deep that it made people feel uncomfortable.

The shadow-like darkness was attached to Bishamon's body like that, and Yan Ye knew what it was, that was jigger.

When an artifact wielded by the gods errs, it infects its owner with this ailment.

That kind is not as simple as a negative buff, and its owner will also feel pain because of the ailment. The greater the spread of the ailment, the greater the pain.

Usually, just a small area is infected, and it will be painful.

How exactly will it hurt?

Very simple example -

Insert a toothpick between the nails of your thumb, and then kick the wall desperately, or the easiest way, let someone else kick your balls.

This is so.

and so--

Yan Ye squinted his eyes slightly when he saw that the area covered by the ailments on Bishamon's body had spread from under her neck to nearly a third of her body.

"Thank you for being able to endure it, pretending to be like a normal person."

Yan Ye squinted his eyes like that, waved the dagger in his hand, and when Hii turned into a human shape, he said that while walking towards Bishamon.

"Ha... A thousand years ago, it was even bigger than this spread."

"I didn't see it at that time. Besides, based on the thinking of that era, if I told you to take off your clothes, you would probably cut it directly, right?"

"what……"

Bishamon just shook his head with a wry smile, and did not speak.

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to talk about what happened between the two of them a thousand years ago, Yan Ye didn't continue to ask.

He just walked behind Bishamon like that, and when he reached out and touched the ailment on Bishamon's back lightly, Bishamon visibly trembled.

Although he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he touched her so indifferently, Yan Ye didn't care, just squinted slightly, and after looking at Bishamon's back for a while—

"What's wrong?" Bishamon seemed to feel a little uncomfortable because of Yan Ye looking at him like this, so he turned his head slightly like that, looked at Yan Ye and asked.

Yan Ye smiled when he heard the words, looked up at the back of Bishamon, and said with a smile: "No, I just think your back is really beautiful or something."

"Really... don't joke about it at this time."

Yan Ye smiled and shook his head.

Then he walked to the clean water pool beside him, took a wooden spoon and scooped a wooden spoon of water, looked at Bishamon and said, "Let's lie there."

The ailments contracted by the artifact cannot be washed away by the gods with purified water, and at most they can only be temporarily relieved.

Yan Ye knew it, but he wanted to know how bad Bishamon's current situation was...

and so.

After Bishamon heard the words and lay down on the long wooden chair beside the purification pool, Yan Ye walked to her side with the wooden spoon.

He poured clean water on Bishamon's back, and the moment it fell on the scab, the clean water made a "sssssssssssssss" as if it had fallen on a red-hot iron plate.

In an instant, Bishamon's entire body froze like that, as if he was slightly curled up due to the pain, and a "Umm..." sound came out of his mouth.

The voice was so confusing that Yan Ye felt that he was not checking the ailments of Bishamon, but doing something shameful.

He just sighed in disbelief, stretched out his hand, placed his left hand in front of Bishamon, and said, "If it hurts, just bite it."

"How does this work..."

Well, I knew she would say that anyway.

So Yan Ye didn't say much when he heard the words, just put his left hand in front of Bishamon's eyes, and continued to pour clean water slowly with a wooden spoon in his right hand.

hiss--

The moment the purified water hit the jigger, it made such a sound again.

However, compared to just now, the sound is obviously much smaller than 5.7, and you can clearly see that the color of the jigger has obviously faded.

However, if you look closely, you can clearly see that the chigger has faded, but as long as you leave it alone, the chigger's color will slowly recover again.

Gee.

Yan Ye, who smacked her lips in annoyance, continued to pour down the clean water in her hand like that—

"It hurts, it hurts-"

Yan Ye almost threw the wooden spoon out of his hand in pain at that moment.

Just because he seemed to have poured too much clean water this time, that Bishamon, who was still able to endure it, subconsciously bit his left hand that had been placed in front of her at that moment in pain.

1063 Pain Reliever T

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Ugh... This girl's mouth is really heavy...