After a long while, Mashiro finally let out a sigh of relief. He carefully looked at the place where he had bitten, and then touched the mark he had left there with his hand. He muttered to himself:
"Hmph, you're lucky."
When Nangong Zhe heard this, he could only smile:
"Yes, yes, yes. It's good enough that you only bit me. If I were you, I would probably strangle myself to death. "
Mashiro looked at Nangong Zhe's shameless appearance and didn't know what to say. However, he still opened his mouth after thinking about it.
"What happened to you just now? It's too abnormal! "
Faced with Mashiro's question, Nangong Zhe felt that he couldn't tell the truth about his situation. This was because it was too dangerous to be possessed by a demon.
"There's a slight problem that affected my mental state. In addition, I thought of some anxious situations, so I went a little overboard. I'm sorry for being so rude to you. "
When Mashiro saw that Nangong Zhe didn't intend to explain clearly, he knew that there was no point in pressing him. Who knows, he might even throw a tantrum and act shamelessly, so he didn't ask any further.
"Ah Weng will heal you."
Nangong Zhe knew that Mashiro wasn't just talking about the injuries on his body, he was also talking about the mental problem that he mentioned just now.
"I know. Don't worry, it's not a big problem. "
Nangong Zhe patted Mashiro's head.
Mashiro rubbed against Nangong Zhe's embrace and broke free from Nangong Zhe's embrace.
He looked at the tattered bandages on Nangong Zhe's body that he had torn, and there was still a little bit of ointment left inside. Mashiro was so angry that he raised his hand and gave Nangong Zhe a chop.
"You're really too much. I already applied the ointment for you, but you still pulled it like this. Really! You go to the room and wait. I'll go and get some ointment with Ling 'er. I'll put it on for you again. "
Nangong Zhe seemed to be in pain after being slapped by Mashiro. She arched her body and acted as if she was in pain.
"Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit of pain!"
"Shameless!" Mashiro rolled his eyes, then pushed open the door and walked out. "Just you wait!"
After Mashiro walked out of the door, Nangong Zhe sighed. His entire body relaxed.
His forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. His limbs went limp, and he could only hurriedly use the black sword to prop himself up.
Nangong Zhe's injuries were actually quite serious.
When Nangong Zhe woke up, at least half of the wounds on his body had not healed.
In addition, he had impulsively put on his clothes and walked out. The ups and downs of his mood, coupled with the fact that he had walked a considerable distance by himself. Even the wounds that were originally healed had relapsed.
Along the way, Nangong Zhe was subconsciously on guard and nervous because of Ah Weng's strength. So the severity of his injuries was not obvious. It was not until this moment that Nangong Zhe could truly relax. Then he couldn't hold it anymore.
"This is really … a bit too much."
Nangong Zhe could only tease himself with a bitter smile.
"Boy, that old man who called himself Ah Weng is not simple!"
Li Yang knew that there was no one around now, so she began to talk to Nangong Zhe.
"Indeed! Ah Weng is a bit strange. Let's not talk about people cultivating inner strength. After so long, I haven't seen anyone recognize my cultivation system. Most people think that it's because I practice a secret technique. But in essence, internal force and Chakra are extremely different. "
Nangong Zhe also expressed his doubts. Because to be honest, internal force has really reached the edge of being lost in the ninja world. But in such a small place, he met such an old man who even knew a lot of secrets about internal force that he didn't know.
"Did he also practice internal force?"
Li Yang suddenly raised such a possibility.
"No, there is no internal force. I didn't notice any internal force in Ah Weng's body, not to mention internal force, I didn't even notice a little bit of internal force. At first, he quickly approached me, but now I think about it carefully. It's a skill that relies purely on physical force, as long as you practice hard, it's possible to do it. "
Nangong Zhe said his own judgment.
"What this person said about being possessed by the devil, is it really such a dangerous thing? Although I have been in contact with people who practice internal force, I still don't know anything about such a secret. "
Li Yang has been paying attention to the conversation between Nangong Zhe and Ah Weng. The so-called 'bedevilment' was truly something that people had never heard of before.
"Possession of the devil does exist. Rourou once told me about it. But she didn't say clearly what it means to be possessed by the devil. The situation that Ah Weng told me, I also compared it to myself, and there is an 80% possibility that it is true. "
Nangong Zhe can only speak his thoughts truthfully. The feeling of the body can't be faked.
"So … we can only put all our hope in the hands of this person who doesn't have much confidence."
Li Yang suddenly felt a little … How to say it? She lost the sense of security of life.
"We … We have no choice!"
Nangong Zhe could only choke out such a sentence in the end. Whether it's the devil or the sword energy, Nangong Zhe is almost at the stage where he can use it, but he can't understand it at all.
And Ah Weng, no matter how much he doesn't trust him. For life, for more possibilities, he can only rely on Ah Weng's character and medical skills!
Nangong Zhe and Li Yang's conversation ended.
Li Yang fell asleep again, and Nangong Zhe leaned on the bed, waiting for Mashiro to bring the medicine.
"Gong Gong!" Mashiro pushed the door and came in with some bandages and a large bowl of ointment: "Take off your shirt, I'll apply the ointment for you."
"Okay." Nangong Zhe heard Mashiro's words, agreed, and took off his shirt. With his back facing Mashiro, it was convenient for Mashiro to apply the ointment.
Looking at the many scars on Nangong Zhe's back, some were very new, and some seemed to be a bit old.
Mashiro has seen it many times, even when applying the ointment, his hands have touched these scars more than once.
But whether it was before or now, Mashiro would feel some sourness in his heart.
These years … this boy who was only a little older than him. In the ninja's environment, which was almost full of killing and blood, Nangong Zhe really suffered a lot.
Even now, Nangong Zhe still suffered such pain.
"These years, it's been hard on you."
Mashiro said very softly, but Nangong Zhe still heard it.
He just shook his head.
"Some things, you just have to get used to it."
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