Chapter 122 The Never-Falling Argumentative
There was no wind or rain that night. Even the chirping of cicadas, common in summer, seemed to be avoiding something and made no sound at all.
On the morning of the second day, Yuanzi regained consciousness with difficulty amid the sound of birds singing. It felt like there was a thick layer of glue stuck between her eyelids, and all the major joints in her body were like wearing heavy shackles. The sticky fog was like a giant snake, pressing on her so that she couldn't feel her own breath for a while.
I have been working in the garden for more than ten years, and I have never felt such a concrete feeling when someone is sick.
This wasn't like An Wu. As far as she knew, when gods became ill, they usually said they were "stabbed." The literal meaning was a sharp pain, but now...
Yuanzi felt a stinging pain in the corner of his eye. He moved a little and felt as if he was lying in a quagmire. His whole body felt very heavy, and it was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, the pressure was so severe that a crushing pain arose in the gaps between his joints.
For a moment, Suzuki Sonoko thought she must have cried out of pain. When the dull pain passed, she realized belatedly that she had not been able to make any sound at all.
Because it was difficult to move, Yuanzi covered herself with the quilt and cried silently all morning, not even hearing the sound of the paper door being pushed or pulled.
When Ma Cang Ye Wang pulled back the quilt, he saw a face that looked even more miserable than he had imagined.
Her entire face was a mess of tears, her wet hair stuck to her cheeks, and in between her tears, one could see streaks of illusory black energy entangling her eyeballs.
If you strip away these superficial things, her aggrieved and whining expression is still the same as always.
The girl curled up in the quilt, crying as if she would suffocate in the next second, but every inch of her muscles was still tense, as if just the force of contracting her nostrils when she took a breath could bring unbearable pain.
After listening carefully for a long time, I finally heard the short word "pain" in her mouth between her little hiccups.
This is so unfair...
Ye Wang remained unmoved as he smoothed the wrinkles on the quilt. He patiently took out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had stained the quilt. Finally, he slowly raised his hand and gently touched her eyelids. As if he hadn't noticed anything, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Tears accumulated in Yuanzi's eyes. When she blinked them away, new ones came out. Within two seconds, the pillow was wet again. She tried for a long time but couldn't see the expression on the face in front of her. She just vaguely realized that someone seemed to be comforting her. The grievances accumulated for the whole morning immediately found an outlet. After sobbing, she cried even more miserably.
"It hurts," she twitched several times, "It hurts so much..."
The black energy surging in the depths of his eyes moved like a worm, and Yuanzi's fingertips also carried a strange and obscure aura. He originally wanted to raise his hand to grab the other person's sleeve, but it hurt too much, so he retracted his hand halfway.
The next second, a warm palm touched the back of her cold and trembling hand.
Sonoko heard someone softly ask, "Where does it hurt?"
The man didn't wait for an answer, so he lowered his head again and rubbed her earlobe with the tip of his nose - the force was both painful and itchy for her at the moment - and after that, he ignored her crying even harder and still forced her to do it.
"Tell me, where does it hurt?"
Yuan Zixuan said, "I can't breathe, and you still want me to talk." He wanted to raise his hand to open the face beside his neck, but he didn't have the strength. In the end, he swallowed all the sobs into his nose and just cried in pain.
After crying half-awake, Sonoko felt someone slowly hugging her. Although the strength was not what she wanted, it was enough to comfort her.
In a daze, Yuanzi heard someone saying "It doesn't hurt" and "It doesn't hurt" in her ear over and over again. In the end, it seemed to change to "Be obedient" and "Be obedient".
In the evening, King Ma Cang Ye gathered the paper figures that were watching the wind at the barrier near the mountain residence and went to the backyard to see her.
Suzuki Sonoko seemed tired of crying. She was still curled up in the quilt in the same posture as in the morning. Her fingertips twitched from time to time, as if her whole body had become softer due to the tears. The corners of her eyes were still red.
Ye Wang sat down cross-legged, touched the pink color at the corner of her eyes with his fingertips, rubbed it hard, and without caring about her continuous humming, he slowly lifted her eyelids.
Then his expression became serious.
Not only did the black lines that were surging like worms fail to penetrate deeper, but the force with which he rubbed the corners of the girl's eyes became stronger. After a day, the black color seemed to have become lighter.
Ma Cang Ye Wang frowned and lifted the quilt, not gently tore off the girl's belt, pulled open her clothes and looked her up and down for a long time. The more he looked, the more depressed he became: when a god is in trouble, bruises will appear on his body, and it is possible that they will spread all over the body if deliberately polluted.
But her whole body was as white and soft as usual.
——His technique couldn’t be wrong, and there were indeed black lines in her pupils, so how could it not work?
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The gods accept the prayers of believers, and the believers' thoughts are of varying good and bad, so the gods' spirits will also become complicated. Once touched, they are most likely to be shaken and fall.
The so-called miasma crystals were meant to unleash the hidden malice within the god, silently causing him to fall. However, Sonoko...
Yuanzi didn't have any evil thoughts in her heart.
To put it in a negative light, all that maliciousness - jealousy, greed and unfulfilled desires - the environment in which Miss Suzuki grew up simply did not allow these things to survive. As for an existence of the level of her lifelong enemy, Kudo Shinichi, she could only pray to the gods during festivals and secretly hope that he would become extremely smart and turn into a mottled bald head as soon as possible.
As for those obsessions that are said to be positive - such as saving the world, protecting mankind, and killing all demons - Yuanzi's living conditions have destined her to be the one who is pampered and tolerated in 90% of the cases. The fact that she can grow up to be a normal girl who knows how to repay love with love instead of a spoiled ghost is already a victory of caring education. Such a great spirit of selflessness can never be born from anywhere else.
Even if I want to let go and turn my obsession into a demon in my heart, I don't have the chance.
This went on intermittently for half a month, and apart from complications such as pain, fatigue, and drowsiness, Suzuki Sonoko did not fall into decline.
It was another sunny day, and the colorless barrier filtered out most of the ultraviolet rays, so it was not dazzling at all.
Sonoko slumped listlessly in a large chair, her entire figure visibly thinner—she hadn't known before that even gods could lose weight—people with good bone structure look better when they're thin. As Suzuki Sonoko's round face lost its curves, it seemed as if even the noisy and frivolous parts had vanished, making her look less flamboyant. The soft sunlight bathed her chiseled face, making it appear soft and delicate at first glance.
After a while, King Makura Ye, wearing the shell of Shalva Ganna, came to bring her lunch.
She raised her eyes and shrank in her chair without moving.
The Boss walked onto the corridor without moving a muscle, placed the tray on the table beside him, took two steps forward very naturally, picked her up from the chair, then leaned over and sat down, gently holding the girl in the red robe on his lap, picked up the chopsticks and prepared to feed her.
Ye Wang stirred the soup bowl with chopsticks, and caught a glimpse of the girl's thin wrist out of the corner of his eye: the black lines in her eyes had become so thin that they were almost invisible. The energy of the god itself and the energy of the pollution source offset the consumption. In just half a month, she had become so thin that she could be held in a man's arms.
But she remained untainted.
Ye Wang took her wrist and groped her way up along the wide sleeve. The exposed skin was still white and bright, and the texture was soft as if it was covered with a layer of light. However, she was sweating more and more, and it felt cool, slippery and sticky to the touch.
Ma Cang Ye Wang couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her arm.
Yuanzi glanced at him dejectedly: I have no strength in my body, and it is so troublesome to pull my hand away, so I'd better pretend I didn't see it.
She felt disgusted in her heart, and her face showed straightforward disgust. After losing weight and gaining some angles, her facial features became sharper and unexpectedly aggressive.
But King Makura Ye didn't take that glaring expression seriously at all.
He had never met such a simple person.
Before, he always felt that Yuanzi was quite what he wanted. She was immune to clairvoyance, simple and easy to understand. In addition to being [quiet], she also made him feel [clean].
But now, she is almost pure.
Rather than saying he was kissing a woman, Asakura Ye Wang opened his mouth and gently bit the soft flesh on the side of his lips. It would be more accurate to say that he was experiencing a ball of clean and warm energy.
When someone bit him on the neck, Yuanzi wanted to groan in pain, especially since the biting was endless. Zhengzi wanted to struggle.
Just as she was about to tense her shoulders, someone gently but irresistibly pressed down her arms. The man's slender fingers slid down her wide collar, loosened the straps and slowly moved them inside.
Yuanzi shrank uncomfortably, but it was basically useless. She was still held and kneaded for a long time. Finally, Asakura Ye Wang seemed satisfied and methodically helped her cover her clothes and tie her belt back in place.
He touched the girl's cheek and slowly pushed open the corner of her mouth. In the soft cavity was a sweet tongue. Because of the rejection reaction to the miasma, her body temperature was slightly higher than that of ordinary people. When the red tip of the tongue touched his fingertips, the temperature was surprisingly hot.
Yuanzi's clinical symptom today is heartburn, and she is very irritable. If she wasn't in so much pain that she didn't have the energy to lose her temper, she would definitely have smashed the plates and bowls.
King Ye pulled out his fingers and rubbed them, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Sonoko glanced down at the tray and said, "I'm wondering which is easier to throw, a cup or a saucer."
The saucer is bigger and heavier, but there is tea in the cup...
She tilted her head and pressed it against the boss's collarbone. Her eyes were dry from the burning heartburn, and it was tiring to keep them open. She didn't know what tricks the evil Luo Wang had used, and why the sequelae were so severe. She even threw her hair away, and yet she had to suffer for so many days...
The good news was that although she was very irritable because of the persistent pain, the boss's attitude had improved for no reason. Before, he was just condescending and willing to be fooled, but now he was not angry at all when she threw the soup bowl on his arm.
Her body was already in so much pain, and if no one comforted her, Suzuki Sonoko felt that this would be hell, which she could not even imagine - so much so that she was completely grateful for the boss's gentleness and had no time to think about why this change happened.
"Are you sleepy?"
Yuanzi said "hmm", then leaned on the other person's shoulder and fell asleep instantly.
Only King Ma Cang Ye was left, patting her back intermittently, and occasionally lowering his head to kiss her: "What should I do with you..."
According to the original plan, once she was corrupted by the miasma, she would belong to him completely.
But now, this look of being squeezed by the miasma but unable to be polluted in any way is even more dazzling. It is obvious that he wants to sign a contract with her in order to pollute her, but the longer she persists, the more conflicted King Ye feels in his heart, and the more he hopes that she can keep it up.
That night, the great Onmyoji did not return home. When dawn came, he stood in front of Suzuki Sonoko's room, covered in dew, with another dirty and translucent miasma crystal in his palm.
At noon, Yuanzi once again lost the ability to open her eyes amidst the familiar pain. She had clearly felt the pain getting less severe each day, slowly becoming bearable, so how come when she woke up today, she was suddenly back to the pre-liberation era!?
Fortunately, she managed to endure the pain and developed some tolerance. Miss Suzuki did not cry as miserably as she did on the first day. She even calmly wanted to pull out the mattress to cover her body which was about to start to shiver and sweat profusely.
The cabinet door was very light, and most of it was filled with things that the Makura family had prepared in advance. She struggled and pulled it for a long time, and along with the cup, several coats folded into squares also fell down.
The one she had worn when she met the Evil King earlier was also there.
She didn't have the energy to pick up her clothes that were scattered all over the floor. A bracelet fell from the gaps in the fabric: this bracelet was prepared by Yuanzi before she traveled through time. Each bead was engraved with a protective symbol. She spent a long time hooking the beads in front of her eyes with her little finger, and unexpectedly found that there was a piece of white jade just above the end of the chain.
That's a fan pendant.
Yuanzi sniffed in the interval of dull pain, and thought calmly in her heart: This is the weapon that Ma Cang Yexian used to set up formations and cast spells. Most of the fan was broken by the evil Luo Wang. When Lin Tao ran away for money, he used this thing to cut off his hair.
As for the fan pendant... maybe it was stuck on the chain at that time?
The spiritual power on the rosary is cold. Although it has no practical effect, when I hold it, the dull pain in my palm seems to be relieved a little. As for the fan pendant, Yuanzi rubbed it after holding it, and it seemed to be more comfortable because of the coolness.
Because of this comfort, she slept peacefully for a while after a long time. The black lines surging in the depths of her pupils turned into a thick black mist, slowly sliding down her shoulders and arms, and when it hit her palm, it set off a silent loud noise.
The jade in Sonoko's palm silently shattered into powder and disappeared, while Asakura Yexian, who was far away in the Asakura family's main residence, suddenly perked up because of a tingling pain rising from the depths of his soul.
My aunt asked, "What's wrong?"
Ma Cang Ye Xian pursed his lips and replied, "It seems... the talisman I made has become ineffective due to contamination."
My aunt thought it was a business matter, so she asked, "Whose family is this talisman for? Could it be that someone who prayed for peace and happiness has recently encountered a demon?"
Ma Cang Ye Xian thought to himself that there was no such thing, but he was still not at ease. Although the family had been busy searching for the missing Pachi priest and the goddess who was forcibly taken away by the Pachi priest, most of the magicians were gathered in the back hall, trying to relocate from the hidden space to the mountain residence chosen by the Ma Cang family for the outsider to temporarily reside, and rescue the kidnapped goddess.
But after pondering for a long time that night, he still sent out several of his Shikigami to question all the patrons and nobles who had asked him for protective talismans.
No one has a problem.
"How is that possible?" Ye Xian held the newly made fan and tapped his palm from time to time: Could it be that it fell somewhere else... he didn't remember?
The author has something to say: What day is this?
I think there will be one tomorrow!
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