He suddenly had a hunch that the peek-a-boo he had come to in different places these days was probably in vain.Because, this time, he will most likely not be able to bring back the fool who turned his elbow outward.Tsk, what's the feeling that this Chinese cabbage that has been raised for many years is suddenly pouted?
Chapter 83 Different Time and Space (6) In different time and space, a temple cultivator who was being talked about sneezed several times in a row.Osamu Dazai looked up at him and asked, "Do you have a cold?"
No way.Ichijoji said categorically that I have never been sick since I was born.He can heal quickly even if he has a broken arm, so what's it to be sick?
However, what Ichijo Temple Cultivator forgot was that even if he was seriously injured, he could heal quickly, and that was when he had extraordinary abilities.Now, he's just an ordinary person who has been lightly cut by a scalpel and has to be sterilized and bandaged, although bandages are just an episode of Dazai's bad taste, in fact, there is no need for that.That night, a dramatic scene happened.In broad daylight, he also claimed that he had never been sick at a temple, but in the middle of the night he caught a cold and had a high fever.The reason is that he was so obsessed with TV that he forgot to blow his hair after taking a shower, and he didn't close the window, and his wet head blew against the night wind for more than half an hour.He was a little uncomfortable before going to bed, but he had never been sick, so he didn't realize the problem of being sick, and he just thought he was sleepy.After holding on for a while, it was really difficult to resist the sleepiness, so he turned off the TV and went to sleep.As a result, when I fell asleep, my body became hot.His high fever was menacing, as if it was about to slap up his twenty-two years of illness from birth to the present.A temple cultivator who has never experienced this state of weakness is very uncomfortable.He was lying on the bed, his throat so dry that it looked like it was going to smoke.He wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but he didn't even have the strength to get up.After realizing this problem, he even began to wonder if he could be so weak without abnormal abilities in life?
In fact, if he didn't have the ability, he wouldn't have survived.He was born prematurely, and he was born with a difficult birth, and his cry was not as loud as that of a kitten.At that time, almost no one among the doctors and nurses who delivered him thought that he would survive.Over the years, his body has become better and better under the influence of abnormal abilities, and he can even pick up and throw hundreds of pounds of lions and tigers without the help of any external force.Unexpectedly, once he lost his abnormal ability, he became ill and was out of control, directly exposing the original physical problems.It stands to reason that he has exercised a lot over the years, his diet is also healthy, and his body should be quite good, why is it that he can't even get out of bed due to an illness?
A temple cultivator couldn't figure it out, and his head was dizzy and painful, so he simply threw all his thoughts aside and left it alone.The muscles were sore and weak, and the head was so hot that it was not good, but the body was chilled.He rolled over in a daze, curled himself up, and hid himself under the covers.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but he feels that it does relieve some discomfort on his body.He slept particularly restlessly that night, waking up twice in the middle of the night.The first time was when he realized that he was sick and had a fever, but not long after he woke up, he fell asleep again.The second time he felt a cold thing on his hot face, and he felt very comfortable, so he unconsciously leaned over and rubbed it twice.After that, he didn't remember much.At two o'clock in the morning, the lights were still on in the office of the head of the Minato Black Building.Ever since Osamu Dazai sat on the throne as leader, it has been common for things like working all night.In four years, he barely had a good night's sleep.That night, as always, he worked in his office, with a focus on the Italian mafia.Although he and Bai Lan had a pleasant cooperation, it did not mean that they were allies with bound interests.He and Bai Lan only made a deal, and he provided Bai Lan with the answers that the other party desperately wanted to know, and Bai Lan cooperated with him to complete a part of the plan.While trading, they are also very defensive of each other.Because they know that the other party may stab themselves in the back at any time.So after the deal ended, Bai Lan left Osamu Dazai's sphere of influence early, in addition to not wanting to face each other with a jojoji correction, the most important thing was that he was worried that this partner would be caught off guard and give him a knife.Or while he was still in Yokohama, sneak around his big rear and set fire to his back garden in Italy.Of course, if Bai Lan dares to come to the port mafia alone, he will definitely not be unprepared.Having the memory of parallel time and space is his greatest reliance and advantage.Before he came to Yokohama, he collected information about the Mafia in the port through parallel time and space, compiled it into a book, and handed it over to the Guardian of the Mist, who was the most convenient to infiltrate, Wolf Venom.If the port mafia dares to do it, the next second their various information will be submitted to the government.They all knew that the other party had a backhand, and under each other's containment, this transaction was successfully completed, and there was no unpleasantness.However, this does not prevent them from secretly making trouble for each other afterwards.For example, Osamu Dazai, who is now in contact with Bailan's nemesis, Penglie.Why did he have to make trouble for Bailan, who was half a world away?
It's not because he's too idle, but because the plan that Bailan is going to implement will definitely affect Osamu Dazai's layout.So, he absolutely can't let this guy succeed.The work came to an end for the time being, and Osamu Dazai rubbed his temples that were throbbing suddenly due to lack of sleep.His twenty-four-hour personal secretary, Silver, approached silently like a shadow and brought him a steaming cup of black coffee.Osamu Dazai handed her the document in his hand and gave her a few instructions.Silver bowed down with the papers, and went to arrange the things he had explained.He was the only one left in the chief's office.Osamu Dazai propped his head on one hand and closed his eyes thinking about the next work.But at this time, for some reason, a temple cultivator's face suddenly flashed in his mind.What is he doing?
At this time, there is no doubt that you should fall asleep, right?
With such thoughts on his mind, he put aside the work he wasn't in a hurry to do and pulled out a pair of headphones from a drawer.As soon as he put it on, he heard the sound of heavy, short breathing and a cough or two from time to time.Is this sick?
He thought something magical.Obviously, a certain guy didn't care about it during the day and said that he had never been sick, but he didn't expect to come out like this at night and be slapped in the face.He took off his headphones, folded his hands on his chin, and sat with his eyes closed for a moment.After that, there was a soft sigh in the chief's office, which was so silent that it could be heard as if a needle had dropped on the ground.Not long after, Osamu Dazai was escorted by his subordinates and came to the current residence of Ichijoji Shu.Although he didn't have a key, his unique skill of unlocking the lock would never let himself fall into the embarrassment of not being able to enter the house at the door.The room was dark, and his subordinates were about to turn on the lights, but they were stopped by Osamu Dazai.His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he made his way to a temple room.The quilt on the bed was wrapped in a ball, and only two handfuls of hair came out.Osamu Dazai walked to the side of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt over the other's head, took off his gloves, and reached out to check his temperature.As expected, the temperature under his palm was hot and hot, which made him suspect that an egg could be fried on it now.Osamu Dazai was about to call the doctor waiting outside to come in, but the man's head under his palm suddenly moved, and when his hand was about to be withdrawn, he came over and rubbed it.Osamu Dazai inexplicably remembered the day Ichijoji Shu first arrived in this world, his posture and momentum when he dodged bullets and killed enemies.Like a big cat hunting on the savannah, it is strong, agile, and wild, and its body lines are smooth and graceful, which is very pleasing to the eye.But such a person, who was sick at night, was like a sticky little milk cat, holding his hand and gently rubbing him obediently.Alas, how cute.For a moment, he didn't want to call the doctor in.Isn't it good to be sick like this, and stick to him all the time?
His hand went down, his fingertips running down the other's face all the way to the bandaged neck.Unlike the touch of the skin, the bandage is rough to the touch, and it is also the one that Osamu Dazai is most familiar with.The bandage is wrapped around the other person's neck, and at first glance, it really looks a bit like a collar.Osamu Dazai's fingers rubbed against the bandage for a long time, and his exposed right eye did not reveal a trace of light, and it was as dark and deep as a whirlpool that could suck everything around him in.Beautiful and fragile things often easily arouse some people's desire to protect, but they will also arouse some people's desire to destroy.Before he knew it, Osamu Dazai's hand was holding the neck of a temple cultivator.The other party is in a unconscious coma because of a high fever at the moment, even if he moves now, it is unlikely that the other party will be able to wake up and resist.His hand was on the neck of a temple cultivator, gradually tightening.He also increased his strength while observing the condition of a temple cultivation.There is a faint expectation in his heart, he actually hopes that the other party will suddenly wake up when he perceives the danger."
Before you can shoot, I'll break your arm."
No, he doesn't need you to break his arm, you just need to break his neck.He was tired.He wanted to rest.But he can't rest now, so he has a hidden desire to end everything for him with this beautiful big cat.Then he will use his own death to put a collar on this cat, bind the other party in this plane, and protect the world for him.Although that would have been cruel to the big, too-lonely cat.Looking at the other party's shorter and shorter breaths, and his eyebrows furrowed from discomfort, Osamu Dazai's tightly tightened hands suddenly paused.At this time, he heard a very soft whisper: Osamu Dazai Dazai let go of his hand, and the gloom in his eyes suddenly disappeared.He poked the other party's soft face a little depressedly, and couldn't help but sigh.Alas, it's a foul to be coquettish or something.Chapter 84 Different Time and Space (7) When the temple cultivator woke up, the sky was already bright.His head was dizzy, his muscles ached, and even the slightest movement of his little fingers made it difficult for him.At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from next to him.Awake?
Ichijo Sixiu, who was slow to react for half a beat, turned his head and looked at the sound.Osamu Dazai was sitting on a chair next to the bed with his legs folded, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it.Ichijo Temple Xiu just wanted to ask why you were here, but his mouth opened, but the first thing to come out was a series of coughs.Osamu Dazai put the book aside, got up and poured him a glass of warm water, sat on the edge of his bed, and asked, "Help you up?"
Ichijoji Shushu, who was coughing and flushed, finally gasped for breath, shook his head, and got up from the bed with difficulty, took the cup from Osamu Dazai's hand, and gulped down the water.Seeing his eager look, Osamu Dazai reminded: Drink slowly, don't choke cough cough cough!
It seems that I can't really say.After relieving himself, a temple cultivator put the cup back on the bedside table and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"
A guy who said he never got sick during the day actually developed a high fever at night, and the fever has not gone away until now, why do you think I'm here?
For the first time, I realized that I was slapped in the face by myself, and I couldn't help but be silent.It's just that he still couldn't help muttering: It's just a fever, and it won't happen, it won't happen, but I'm a little worried that the continuous high fever will burn out your brain As he spoke, he sighed, he was stupid, what if it degenerated.AhhhIchijoji Shushu took the quilt in his arms as Osamu Dazai and ravaged it vigorously.It's just that he is still weak at this moment, and even his hands are soft when he rubs the quilt, and he can't even pinch out a fold.It's so useless, he doesn't think he's even been so weak in infancy.Some of the temple cultivators spit on themselves without love.At this time, Osamu Dazai suddenly stretched out his hand towards him.A temple cultivator subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was stopped by him: Don't move.He paused, and Osamu Dazai's hand was already on his forehead.After testing the temperature, he was very puzzled and said: Why don't you go down the fever Ichijo Sixiu also felt it with his hands.Don't you feel anything?
Your hands are also hot, and of course you can't feel the change.That's what I'm saying, oh At this time, Osamu Dazai suddenly received a phone call.The originally relaxed and leisurely expression changed instantly, and the aura around him fell silent, like a pool of stagnant water.Ichijo Temple Cultivator keenly smelled the anomaly.The communication time of this phone call was not long, and Osamu Dazai only said a few words from beginning to end, and finally ended with me knowing.Therefore, a temple cultivator couldn't hear any information from his words at all.After hanging up the phone, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and looked down to think about something.A temple cultivator didn't bother him, just leaned on the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms, staring at him intently.Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, and as soon as he looked up, he met the gaze of a temple cultivator.The look of that eyes is a bit like a domestic cat squatting at the door, watching the owner go out to work.He was amused by the thought of himself, and said, "Why are you staring at me??"
You're alone in this room, isn't he staring at you and staring at the air?
A temple cultivator didn't know what he was laughing at, so he directly skipped this question, which was not a problem at all, and said: Are you in a hurry?
Well, something unexpected happened that I needed to deal with.Osamu Dazai got up and looked condescendingly at Ichijo Terra Shushu sitting on the bed, and stopped talking.A temple cultivator waved at him, if there is an emergency, you hurry up and deal with it.Osamu Dazai suddenly stretched out his hand to him, beckoned, and motioned to him: Come here.When a temple cultivator saw that gesture, he wanted to smash the pillow in his face, and said not to use this kind of trick to the puppy, and he suddenly remembered what Osamu Dazai had said before, so he patched it and glared at him: It's the same with cats!
Burst.Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, reached out directly, and rubbed the hair that slept unkemptly, and really experienced the fun of petting cats in an instant.Rubbed and dangled by him, a temple cultivator who was still sick was dizzy and wanted to slap his hand away dissatisfied.But as soon as his arm was raised, his hand was held by Osamu Dazai, firmly, and he couldn't break it off.This day will definitely be remembered by him as the shame of his life.