The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 186

"Okay, don't chat here, the wound needs to be bandaged.

Griffin gave me training, and Jin Yan Yinyan supervised him, don't let him be lazy. "

Shiraishi didn't feel sorry for his left hand, but Shiba Kuzuru felt distressed just looking at it, and just wanted to stop the bleeding and bandage it up.

Just standing there for a while, the blood shed has formed a small blood pool on the ground.

She led the way into the house.

As a former great noble family that has been passed down for many years, the population of the Shiba family is getting smaller and smaller, and more and more things are left behind.

For so many generations, the Shiba family has blossomed in all aspects, leaving few sensitive historical topics aside.

There are books on flower arrangement, tea ceremony, etiquette, herbalism and so on.

Zhiba Konghe didn't learn all of them, but only studied some necessary books.

Herbalism is one of them.

When I was young, I practiced Shibo and got injured all over my body. It was cured by herbs, and I was alive and kicking the next day.

She led Shiraishi to the herbal medicine room of Shiba's house, which was very spacious and filled with many things.

The large bookshelf leans against the wall, filled with books of various categories, and there is also a medicine cabinet, which stores herbs divided into three types: trauma, internal injuries, and common diseases.

Intractable diseases should be treated by professionals.

She stepped forward and took out the best wound medicine powder from the medicine cabinet, and found out the medicine for cleaning the wound, and the bandage for dressing, "Sit over there, and I will bandage the wound on your hand."

As he said that, Shiba Kuzuru knelt down on one side of the table and looked across.

Instead of sitting there, Baishi lay directly on her left thigh, admiring the huge scenery that blocked the gap between the desks.

Put your left hand on the table and open it.

"...I told you to sit across from me."

Shiba Kuzuru lowered his head, but couldn't see anyone, this was her blind spot.

"Konghe, I'm still not your little baby..."

No need to look, Baishi's resentful little expression can still appear in her mind, this man occasionally acts coquettishly, he is really like a child.

She looked a little helpless, and then, the rope behind her waist was untied by one hand.

The short jacket that was supposed to be tightly attached to the abdomen suddenly flipped open, and a gust of cool wind blew from below to above.

"Hiss," she trembled subconsciously, rolled her eyes, and then realized that the other party couldn't see, so she said angrily, "Don't you think mine is not as big as Luanju, why are you looking at it?"

"It's okay, if we work together, we can still continue to create greater glories."

"Get out." Shiba Sora Crane scolded, stopped chatting, grabbed a piece of bandage and tightened his left wrist to prevent blood flow, and stop the bleeding from the wound on his left hand.

Then she wiped the blood on her left hand with a cotton swab, moving very lightly to avoid hurting Shiraishi.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, lighten, lighten again."

Even so, Shiraishi still screamed non-stop. If he didn't move, there would be no problem, but if he moved, severe pain would immediately come from the wound.

Even the method of watching the ball to divert attention will not work.

Zhiba Konghe said unhappily: "Just now you said so much to Ganjiu, can't you show some manliness?"

"That's all bragging."

Baishi admitted truthfully that if there were outsiders around, he could still hold on even though he gritted his teeth.

If not, Shiba Kuzuru is by his side, what else is he pretending to be.

"It will hurt more next time, bear with it."

Zhiba Konghe's tone was full of helplessness, he pressed his wrist with one hand, and poured the medicinal powder into the hideous wound with the other.

The dark green medicinal powder fell on the wound, making a sizzling sound.

"Aww!" Baishi almost didn't jump up, trying to control his five fingers and couldn't close them. There was a burning pain in his palm, and his forehead was sweating wildly.

Zhiba Konghe quickly wrapped the bandage, pulled it hard, and caused a scream like a pig being slaughtered. He tied a knot on the back of his hand and said, "Okay, it's all right."

"I think there is a fire in the palm of my hand, so it's better not to deal with it."

Baishi looked weak, deeply understanding how painful it is to be injured in battle.

Zhiba Konghe touched his head, and said softly: "Be patient, it will be fine in a few days, who is the person who is fighting you?"

Shiraishi replied, "Captain Saragi Kenpachi, the eleventh division commander."

Shiba Kuzuru was surprised and said: "Aren't you the acting captain of the [-]th squad now? Why is he bothering you?"

"Uh, that's his personality. It just so happened that I encountered a little resistance in practicing the Swastika, so I agreed to fight him."

Baishi answered her question, gradually getting used to the pain in his palm, and slowly relaxed his tense body.

Shiba Konghe kept stroking his head with his palm, and said, "Then what did you gain from the battle?"

"Yes, I'll try it later, before that."

He paused, his right hand along the curve of his waist trying to raid the high ground.

Zhiba Konghe grabbed it and said angrily, "What are you thinking, it's in broad daylight."

"It's not like I haven't done it in broad daylight."

"No, come back tonight."

Her attitude is very firm, this is at Shiba's house, and it is daytime, in case Ganju gets injured during practice, she will hear that sound when she comes down.

She doesn't have to be the head of the family.

"Ok."

Bai Shi put down his hands, he couldn't do entertainment, he could only do business, "Don't bother me until I wake up."

"Lie down on the side."

"No, I want a knee pillow."

"..." Zhibo Konghe sighed, thinking of the injury on his left hand, he didn't show a tough attitude, and said dotingly: "Okay, you want it if you want it."

Baishi closed his eyes and entered his own spiritual world.

Under the blue sky, there are mountains without vegetation, and knives are inserted into the hard rocky ground.

Endless sat on the rock pillar, with one foot dangling outside, "You look full of confidence."

Baishi raised his head and said, "Well, I somewhat understand what you mean by madness."

"Yeah, let's get started."

Endless got rid of the lazy look and stood up. This is the only time in her day that she doesn't feel bored.

There is no need to sit on the rock pillar all the time, like a statue, looking up at the sky.

So, she hoped that this time could be extended a bit.

Therefore, she will never release water.

The sharp knife light slashed down.

Shiraishi evaded it with a step forward slash, recalling the battle with Saragi Kenpachi, recalling the state of being excited and not wanting to lose.

The so-called madness is nothing but an extreme spirit.

There was a voice whispering in the dark, and he wanted to hear it clearly. The golden knife light illuminated everything.

Baishi quickly avoided it, but was still a step too late, a bloody flower bloomed from his chest.

"I won't give you time to think slowly."

Endless got the knife and didn't continue to attack. He asked, "Do you want to rest?"

"No, such a small injury is nothing."

In the past, Baishi rested to find a way to sense the feeling. Now that he has that feeling, he naturally wants to deepen that feeling. It will not end easily, "Go on."

(End of this chapter)