Qing reached out and grabbed her shoulder to prevent a snow painting from falling to the ground, and watching her stabilize her balance, Qing calmly withdrew her hand. Ichijo Yukie, who stood firmly, looked at the wrist that had been hit by the blue, and there was no bruise on it, and even the total length equivalent to the pain did not exist at all.

"You did it, and I won't forget that piercing pain is fake." Ichijo Xue looked at Qing and said suspiciously, but because she didn't notice anything unusual in her hand, she didn't continue to care about her wrist, and it hung down normally. She just smiled like that, as if she was still living a relaxed and comfortable life, without any pressure, and the day of the decisive battle was like it didn't exist at all.

Qing knew that all this was an illusion, a deliberately created atmosphere, like a drowning man swooping on the surface of the water, desperate to find the only nose that could breathe by stopping the tumbling river. But this time Qing couldn't help her, this desire can always be a luxury. Qing looked at her silently, and the pleading in her eyes------

Even if it's just a little reply, she'll be satisfied. These were the words that Qing read from her eyes, the longing that came from the slightly flickering pupils. "If it were steel, it would melt in this prayer," the feeling spread through Qing's heart, and it was impossible to express it in words, like the unbearable feeling of piercing the heart of the person in front of him with a bayonet. --------

She looked at Qing silently and waited quietly. There was only one answer she could get, and the other was just silence. The inexplicable clutter in her heart played out Qing's mind, whether to turn her head and leave, or to fulfill her only desires and prayers since becoming Master, just like the question she asked at the beginning, "What is the Master, what is the Servant", these Qings could not answer. Because since Qing was summoned by her, she has never really asked a master.

Silent, waiting, over time, Qing still failed to achieve the stubbornness in his heart, closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. "I'm just blocking your magic circuit to provide magic power to the power rune, it's your magic circuit that hurts, and it will affect the entire circuit base in a row, but it's only pain, and it won't hurt."

Green answered her words with a somewhat hoarse voice, and although the words were still like stagnant water, it was like an open window, and the breeze carried the warm sunlight into the claustrophobic room to let the woman in front of her see the color of hope. But before she could rejoice, Qing had already turned around and went back to the house.

She looked at Qing's back as she left, and didn't say much, just pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. Then she followed Qing back to the house. In the corridor, a snow painting did not find Qing's figure, and she only stood outside for two or three more seconds, and usually when she entered the house, Qing basically did not go far.

She hurried and trotted to the living room closest to the door, and sure enough, Qing was in the living room, and the old couple of the owners of the house were also in the room. However, the situation in the room was not optimistic, the old woman was lying on her back on the floor, the old man was nervously supporting the old woman, and Qing Ban was kneeling on the ground to investigate the old woman's condition.

"Is everything going on?" Ichijo Yukie hurriedly rushed to Qing's side and squatted down, nervously looking at the old woman who was exploring Qing. Qing looked back at the nervous Yiyuki, the urgency in her eyes did not mean anything false, it was a completely visceral emotion. Seeing this, Qing glanced at the old man in front of him and gave him a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, old man. Your wife is only a little anemic, and she may have been working a lot more than usual these days, so she only fainted briefly. Qing faced the old man with a soft smile, and Qing hurriedly said that he was a little puzzled. Oh! ~ When I traveled in the past, I learned some medical knowledge for the convenience of life, and I also solved a lot of my own cold and fever troubles, so please believe me. ”

After Qing finished speaking, the tension in the old man's eyes decreased a lot, and it seemed that the reason that Qing casually made up coupled with the sincerity in Qing's eyes was very credible! However, the old man's decrease was only a little, and he stared at his unconscious wife, his eyes twinkling at the fear that she would lose the only loved one around him-----

Qing silently looked at the old man in front of him, and an invisible feeling touched in his heart. "Otherwise, sir. We first carried her into the bedroom to give her a good rest, which would have a lot of benefits for her recovery. What do you think? The nervous old man was still suspicious, and quickly nodded heavily.

Qing picked up the unconscious old woman before the old man picked up the old woman, and gave the old man a look that he didn't have to worry about, Qing walked out of the living room quickly, and quickly went up to the second floor in three steps and two steps into the bedroom of the old couple. Hesitating Qing's steps were fast, and when the old man ran to the door, Qing had already placed the old woman on the bed and covered the quilt.

The old man ran to the side of the bed quickly, holding the old lady's hand tightly, the slight body temperature on the old woman's hand made the old man relax a lot, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten. "Thank you, thank you-------" The nervous thank you made the old man only want to get the word thank you, and just these two words represent the only thank you in the old man's heart.

"Hehehe~ It's okay, let her rest for a while, and it will be fine after a while." After Qing finished speaking, he straightened up and looked back at a snow painting that had also followed him. "Then, old man, I won't bother you here, and please don't worry too much, pay attention to your body."

After Qing finished speaking, he twisted his head at a snow painting, and a snow painting followed Qing out of the room unintentionally, and Qing closed the door softly. As soon as Qing closed the door, a snow painting wanted to speak, but fortunately, Qing stopped a snow painting from doing so with his eyes in time. This time, Qing didn't wait for a snow painting to speak, and Qing had already turned around and went downstairs.

A snow painting opened his mouth, seeing that Qing could no longer see the back and couldn't help but be angry, originally planned to stomp his feet by habit, but realized where he was standing, he had no choice but to hurriedly follow Qing downstairs, after all, just now Qing seems to treat her as if she doesn't exist, and it is normal to have grievances.

With a bitter face, a snow painting followed Qing back to the living room on the first floor. The morning sun just shone into the house, and a simple breakfast was quietly placed on the neat dining table.