When he entered the room, Cut Long Hasebe was still asleep. He did not notice the arrival of The Inquisitor.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the bed, Ji Kai removed the gauze wrapped around the crisscrossing knife wound.

The hideous wound was exposed. The flesh that was supposed to be scarlet had solidified into a dark lump.

Ji Kai pressed on the wound. The Fu Mourning God's body did not react, and there was no blood seeping out. The blackened wound seemed to have healed.

This kind of unexpected and wonderful change was quite interesting.

The Inquisitor stroked his chin and looked at the sleeping face of the gray-haired Fu Mourning God up close.

When he was awake, the Vibrating Knife was quiet and did not speak. He had been trying to disappear from people's sight, but he failed because of his natural aura.

At this moment, the dim light shone on his sleeping face.

Ji Kai was surprised to find that Cut Long Hasebe did not look rough. He even had the naivety of a teenager. He looked unexpectedly weak and frail.

He had a tough and strong shell, and it was easy for him to win the trust and dependence of others. His innate patience was engraved in his bones, and people could not help but want to test his bottom line.

They really wanted to bully him and see him cry in pain, humiliated, and indignant …

In Ji Kai's consciousness, someone hugged Ji Kai's neck, licked the corner of his mouth, and whispered teasingly in his ear.

The Inquisitor clicked his tongue and pinched the corner of his eyes. He stopped the sudden thought in his mind and focused on running away again.

From Ji Kai's vision, he could see that Cut Long Hasebe's body was covered in a thin layer of air.

It isolated the man's rotten smell and erased his existence from the range of spiritual power.

Under such circumstances, even if Cut Long Hasebe appeared in front of the government officials, they would not notice anything strange.

With a thought, Ji Kai withdrew the thin layer of gas, and at the same time, activated it again. With The Inquisitor as the center, a faint silver light spread out to the edge of the room.

If other telekinesis users were present, they would definitely recognize that this was one of the uses of Qi — Circle.

However, Ji Kai's advanced version of Sphere was not only useful for detecting the enemy's movements, but it was also an all-purpose protective shield.

It could divide space into another space, and the sounds, smells, images, and so on within the range would immediately disappear from the original space.

Although the swords and knives were all in the kitchen, there was still a chance that someone would come in on a whim to take a look.

In view of this, The Inquisitor, who was afraid of trouble, had to add a safeguard process to ensure that the following process would not be interrupted.

Within the silver light, Ji Kai used his Qi to guide the unconscious Fu Mourning God to sit up obediently. He then poured his Qi into the top of his head to awaken the sleeping Cut Long Hasebe.

The purple eyes slowly opened. For the first few seconds, they were unfocused and lifeless.

But soon, the experienced Fu Mourning God became alert. His body moved instinctively, and he reached out his hand to touch the side of his body.

Of course, he touched nothing. What was even more surprising was that he was not wearing anything.

The man who was just inches away from him was staring at him with rapt attention.

"Your real body is with the swordsmith."

The cold voice did not fluctuate. It was like a basin of cold water poured over the gray-haired swordsman's head, waking him up from his instinctive battle mode. "Lord Inquisitor?"

"It's fine now."

Looking at the swordsman who was looking around uneasily, Ji Kai grabbed his arm and leaned forward to look at him. He whispered, "Relax."

The two of them were too close to each other.

Cut Long Hasebe was speechless. The situation was so strange that he frowned and lowered his head. His body trembled slightly, and his throat moved. After a long time, he finally spat out a sentence with difficulty.

"Lord The Inquisitor, if you don't mind … I'd like to put on some clothes first."

Ji Kai shook his head. "It's not suitable to put on clothes in the following situation."

What kind of situation was not suitable to put on clothes?

Cut Long Hasebe's head was dizzy.

He had always been proud to serve the King, and to serve the King, it was a basic skill to observe the King's body language.

There were some things that the King could not say, but he had to understand the King's intention and take action. There were some things that the King said, but in fact, he wanted him to do something else.

The twists and turns in the middle were very complicated.

Even though his consciousness had not fully recovered from the incident, the sensitive Cut Long Hasebe had begun to instinctively figure out the meaning of the young man's words.

"Don't be nervous, it won't take long." The Inquisitor's hand brushed against his cheek and moved down along his neck.

Cut Long Hasebe was stunned for a moment. The words "sleep together" flashed through his mind.

According to Cut Long Hasebe's knowledge, some This Pill had such a requirement.

In this regard, the swordsman's attitude was mainly divided into two groups. One group was extremely repulsed and disgusted, thinking that it was against the way of the King and his subjects. The other group was indifferent and let nature take its course, thinking that it was the King's favor to them.

In Cut Long Hasebe's opinion, as long as it was an order from the King, there must be a reason for it.

If the King had a need that he, as a sword, could fulfill, then it was an honor that had no right or wrong. It was his duty as a sword.

The gray-haired Fu Mourning God's body stiffened. He felt sweat seeping out of his palms, and his breathing quickened. But in fact, his body that was halfway through the incident did not react at all.

The cleansed skin was dry and soft, and it felt very good to the touch.

It made people forget to leave, and they secretly praised it.

Ji Kai laughed softly. At the same time, he felt an itch at the back of his waist. A strange part of his body had been touched.

“！”

Cut Long Hasebe's body trembled violently. Ji Kai took advantage of the situation and pulled him into his arms. He stuck his chin in the other's shoulder and looked down. He saw the short white bone tail in his line of sight.

He used his fingers to rub the part where the tail was connected to the flesh. The small and short thing shook spontaneously, like a frightened small animal.

Ji Kai could not help but poke it a few times. He sighed and said, "Cute."

In his panic, the swordsman did not hear what The Inquisitor had said.

After that, he did not have time to investigate.

"Boom!" A stream of heat gushed out from his tailbone.

The Fu Mourning God's pupils dilated, and he raised his neck. He could not help but let out an unbearable groan.

The spiritual power that came from The Inquisitor's body was like a sudden storm, swallowing Cut Long Hasebe's entire mind.

He had completely lost the ability to think. All that was left was his instinctive senses.

It was dry and hot. The invasion of the warm current was no longer in a single direction. His chest, abdomen, arms, back, soles … Countless points expanded at the same time. Small waves converged into waves that covered the sky. He was thrown in, sank, and was pulled out again. He breathed.

The world was spinning. Nothing was fixed. He was dizzy and in a trance. The moment a word came out, it was squeezed out by the numbness and acid. A phrase was squeezed into his throat with difficulty and disappeared in the syllables that came out.

His pale skin was dyed red, and his resolute eyes were already misty.

The black-haired young man sighed and slowed down the flow of his Qi. He hugged the spasming swordsman and patted his back to help him adapt to the unbearable treatment process.

Ji Kai's sweat soaked his nightgown. His rapid breathing finally calmed down.

The Inquisitor loosened his arms and brushed away the hair stuck to Fu Mourning God's forehead. He then moved closer to the pair of purple eyes, "Let's call it a day."

Although it was not a long time, the swordsman's physical strength did not allow him to continue.

The rancid smell lingering at the tip of his nose had been reduced by more than half. The Inquisitor, who was forced to do things for the first time, was quite satisfied with the results of the treatment.

He stroked his bloody lips that were bitten by Hasebe and affectionately put his head on Fu Mourning God's sweat-soaked forehead. He praised, "Good boy, you did a good job."

The gray-haired swordsman who had just climbed out of the vortex of spiritual power looked down. His chest was still heaving. The wound that had healed naturally because of the darkness burst open again. Black blood flowed out and fell on the tatami.

Fu Mourning God tried to stop it with his hands, but the blood still stubbornly seeped through the gaps between his fingers. Not long after, a puddle formed under his abdomen.

Cut Long Hasebe helplessly looked up at The Inquisitor. To his surprise, the young man did not care.

He took a towel from the side, folded it into small pieces, and wiped the dirt on the swordsman naturally.

Hasebe gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

The Inquisitor threw away the towel, casually wrapped him with a bath towel, and got up to carry him.

Fu Mourning God's vision swayed. He came back to his senses and said anxiously with a hoarse voice, "The Inquisitor …"

Moonlight and light sprinkled in together. At the same time, the fragrance of osmanthus and the noise of men with swords drifted in.

"Slash!"

"Sweep everything!"

"You're quite capable!"

"Too slow! Too slow!"

"Clothes … clothes!"

"Too slow! Too slow!"

"Let's just dissipate gracefully!"

"What a disorderly fellow!"

"Too slow! Too slow!"

… What are they doing …?

Ji Kai stepped into the corridor with a frown.

Cut Long Hasebe on his shoulder struggled uneasily. "Please, please wait!"

"Hmm?"

"I …" Cut Long Hasebe stammered, "I … still …"

Do I still have the right to stay?

The gray-haired swordsman did not have the courage to ask the rest of the question, but his expression had already revealed his thoughts.

Thinking of how Fu Mourning God activated the space-time converter immediately after he fell, Ji Kai instantly understood Hasebe's uneasiness and doubts.

He did not go to the battlefield to seek death.

One Vibration, who could attack his companions and The Inquisitor at any time, made a last effort to preserve his self-esteem before he was dealt with by the government.

"Shy?"

The God's Inquisitor simplified the problem without leaving a trace.

Hasebe immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This explanation was much better than him asking directly.

Since he did not refute, it meant that he admitted it.

Ji Kai thought for a while. "Hmm … I forgot …"

"It's really inconvenient for you to recuperate in This Pill like this.

I have an apartment in the modern world. Do you want to stay there for a while? "

Under the moonlight, Ji Kai looked at him with a smile. His gaze was gentle and apologetic.

Cut Long Hasebe had almost forgotten the feeling of being watched. For a long time, he always walked with his head down and did things silently, wishing that he could disappear from the eyes of others.

But now, The Inquisitor of This Pill was just looking at him, so attentive and concerned.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in his heart. But soon, he recalled Seiji's strange actions when he entered the room. Hasegawa tried to persuade himself not to think too simply about this matter. However, this sort of logical vigilance was unable to stop the warmth in his heart from spreading and another type of emotion surfacing.

This emotion came suddenly and violently, like a firework in the boundless night. The pain and exhaustion that he once felt could not be resisted at all.

A faint flame ignited in his heart again.

"Thank, thank you …"

The gray-haired swordsman calmly responded to Ji Kai's gaze, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

Regardless of the form of being needed by The Inquisitor, he would gladly endure it.