I watched this uncle, who made me feel a little confused, leave, and then turned around.
stare--
The blond boy said "cut" and looked away from me.
"I'm not sure what's going on," I sighed sadly, "What on earth have you done? You've caused such a big disaster, and your life is at stake."
But it’s not just your life, but also the brother I’m carrying. Yato’s current health bar is quite short, and he probably won’t be able to survive the night.
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If the King is not an artifact, what is he?
…
Xueyin had considered this issue on the way here, and after thinking about it carefully, his mind wandered again.
If it's not an artifact, is it possible it's a god?
Think about it, Yato often works around and picks up worn-out sportswear from trash cans to wear, which is no different from the embarrassing situation he was in when he first met the King. So...could the King also be a god who is not very good at it?
And that purple-haired elder sister, if you don't get obsessed with her appearance and evaluate her objectively... she doesn't look like a good person at all.
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He doesn't seem to be a good person... maybe he is just like the girl wearing the white crown, he is Nora.
Then the king is a poor god who only holds one of Nora's artifacts! This makes sense why there is no artifact with him, because Nora has other owners, so he ignores the king, and the king is a poor abandoned person.
Baby cabbage!
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Xueyin was almost convinced by himself. After giving a conclusion, he could figure out the answer to all the unreasonable things. If the king knew that he worked so hard to add a character to him, he would probably be moved.
Cry it out.
But now is not the time to worry about Xiao Baicai's identity. There are much more important things now.
Even if he still disliked Yadou for being incompetent and refused to let him go by holding on to his name, he never thought that he would be like this now - a guy who was originally full of energy and noisy, lying down lifelessly.
On the king's back, his head was lowered and motionless.
"Yato, what's wrong with him?"
Xueyin hesitated for a long time and then asked this question in a nonchalant manner.
…
He didn't become a divine weapon for a long time, and Yato didn't bring any other seniors with him. No one taught him about divine weapons, so what Yukine knew was actually very limited.
Mr. Daikoku said that Yato's current state was caused by him, but he was also confused about the current situation... Could what he did really bring such great harm to Yato?
To Yadou, he was like a hedgehog covered in thorns, refusing to say a nice word, holding in his anger and looking down on everyone. This situation was similar to the rebellious middle school boy who was obsessed with his parents.
However, no matter how tit-for-tat they are with their parents, rebellious teenagers will also have friends of the same age who can chat and chat with each other and share their dissatisfaction and guilt with their parents.
At this moment, Yato, the poor and unconscious parent, who is suspected of being a destitute god, is carrying the king on his back. From Yukine's point of view, he is a friend who can speak normally.
Getting angry with parents is a battle for a rebellious teenager, but there is no need to get angry with friends.
So Xueyin struggled for a while and finally asked, "If you express concern, you will lose."
"It's Anwu."
The red-haired boy had a calm expression, as if he was used to this kind of situation. His light blue pupils seemed to glow in the night, and his whole person seemed to have an inexplicable divinity.
"What did you do that caused him to contract An Wu?"
"..."
Yukine looked away from Yato with a guilty conscience, but she didn't expect to bump into the red-haired boy's unabashed gaze.
The king was staring at him intently, his figure against the light looking particularly oppressive:
"What did you do after we separated?"
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I am stirring up joy with my two weapons again!
This dungeon seems to be poisonous. I feel like I have been confused since I entered the dungeon and never stopped.
Yukine smashed a row of glass and Yato's life was in danger.
Look, can these two things be compared together? The consequences of smashing the glass are so serious? The intensity of this punishment is simply shocking, and the point is that people who cause trouble are not punished, but those who are punished are punished.
There are really too many flaws, I don’t know how to complain.
"……oh."
In the end, I could only stare at Xueyin and spit out a dry "Oh".
Are the features of your copy correct? I understand again.
I continued to stand in the yard with a blank expression, looking at the sky, the moon, and the stars, waiting for the reliable-looking uncle to come back with the "artifact".
According to what he said before, if you want to save Yadou, you have to perform a "Ya". In my opinion, it feels like dancing to the great god to heal the disease, but the people who dance to the great god in this dungeon are all genuine Shinto-related people.
, not the deceiving and abducting guys in my memory.
In order to avoid infecting others, Yadou can only be carried on my back instead of lying comfortably on the bed in the room. I have changed several positions while waiting, and now I am looking up at the moon climbing into the sky.
Why hasn't that uncle come back... Yato will feel cold if we wait a little longer?
I was thinking unoptimistically when a figure suddenly appeared next to me.
"...Miss Ichihiwa?"
Hiyori's hair was still wet. She had obviously just taken a shower, and her skills were far different from her previous efforts to move someone - she jumped onto the telephone pole in one step, and then she was beaten along the wire.
The wave flew over the wall and flew over the wall...until the tail also disappeared in front of me.
Wait, tail?
WTF, WTF? What has she experienced in such a short time?
I stared dumbfoundedly as the tiny figure in the distance jumped up and down until it was out of sight. I turned around and was about to ask Xueyin what happened, when I saw a person lying on the ground. The light cast a long shadow on this person.
, dragged it all the way to my feet. This was a man who just jumped in front of my eyes and instantly transformed from an ordinary jk to a martial arts master.
——Hiyori was lying on the ground less than one meter away from the door, unconscious.
No! Didn’t she just jump away?!
I shook my head and looked at Yiqi? The martial arts master version? Hiyori was jumping away, and then I shook my head and looked at Yiqi lying on the ground? Ordinary jk version? Hiyori, I think my three
The view refreshed again.
As expected, it is a dungeon involving gods, artifacts, monsters, and masters. Even a high school jk knows the art!
"Hey - what are you doing, Hiyori-chan?"
The pink-haired girl who had been staying with the uncle before and was obviously the owner of this room leaned out from the door:
"It's so careless to just throw your body here so casually."
I:"???"
What? What did I hear???
The body? Throw it here casually? Could it be that it’s on the same set as the guy next door who always takes off his prosthetic body?