Almost started supernatural daily life

At six o'clock on Saturday morning, Iruma woke up with pain all over his body.

Very sour, knead a few bruises, go to the bathroom to take a shower.

With the master present, there is no point in running in the morning, so I went to dry my body and change my clothes and came to the practice room.

Godi was doing a three-finger meditation upside down, and his tight muscle lines did not make it obvious that he was a middle-aged man who was nearly half a hundred years old.

"Good morning, young master!"

Xie Wennan is also here, the owner of the Dusk Pavilion is in country M, and due to the time difference, they just finished negotiating this morning.

"Morning, everyone." Iruma greeted one by one and walked up to Gokudi.

"Master, I want to see your old man go all out."

When the Mahjong Heavenly Group heard this, they all looked at the room.

Their young master, this life is too satisfactory, want to find some excitement?

Wudi supported his three fingers, and his body turned in mid-air and landed.

"Yes, give you five minutes to warm up."

Entering the room to seize the time to move his body, Xie Wennan was already squatting with his subordinates holding the medical box.

As for? Iruma muttered to himself.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and Iruma stood opposite Godi in his fullest state.

"Begin?"

"Come on!"

As soon as Iruma's words fell, he was about to rush towards Wudi, but there was no trace of Master in his eyes.

Out of the instinct of survival, Iruma subconsciously put his arms in front of his face.

Boom

- a cannonball-like sound, and the figure flew out at least ten meters.

What about my arm?

Ah, still there, just unconscious.

Is my master human?

It's not painful at all, it's comparable to amputation, and there is no need to hit anesthetics.

"I didn't pass out, there was progress."

Iruma was still flying in the air, and Master's next punch and voice came to Iruma together.

Bending his knees and shrinking his body, his arms weakly pulled on his sides.

Boom -

another loud bang.

Well, the leg was amputated too.

I didn't get bullets in my last life]!,5.7+<8:\GQ*SM3I/$....

Godi's third punch blasted Iruma's consciousness into garbled colors.

......

Open your eyes and see the ceiling of the practice room.

Ah, I'm not dead....

Iruma wanted to sit up, but the pain in his left leg and arms plus his forehead made him unable to lift his strength.

"Are you awake? Master. Xie Wennan ran over and squatted on the ground, "Don't move for now, we wrapped a bandage around you, and you need to lie down for a while." "

It turns out that the sense of restraint is like this, and the brain is a little messed up now.

"Uncle Xie, how long have I passed out?"

"Six hours, it's half past twelve." Xie Wennan's expression was awe-inspiring, "It is worthy of being a young master, not only can he block Brother Li's two punches before he falls unconscious on the third blow, but it even took only six hours to wake up and there was no fracture!" "

So I'm so good?

Yes, I'm that great!

Only through personal experience did I know how terrifying Li Wudi was in the state of all-out shot, and Xie Wennan fell into a coma with one kick.

"What about my master? Did you think you killed me and ran away?

"Brother Li, he went to Yonehua Town to find an old friend, he told us that your physical fitness is very valuable for exercise, and in the future, we will strive to fight with him thoroughly once a month."

Amputation once a month? Took him for leeks?

"I tried my best to live until then." Iruma smiled wryly.

Psychologically, he is looking forward to it, in addition to pain, he can also clearly feel the increase in physical strength, faintly the gene lock seems to be opened by the master's three fists.

Pinched numb, he thinks that this world is a normal world, and the master is really in line with the materialist existence? Thrown in the world of Jin Yong, it is not necessarily unknown.

"Uncle Xie, if you are asked to carry a gun, can you win over my master?"

Xie Wennan thought about it seriously.

"Young Master, I have doubts about whether the pistol bullet can enter your master's body, so I dare not draw conclusions."

"I agree with Uncle Xie on this point."

No wonder Hiratsuka-sensei's father has a broken heart, and it is understandable that encountering such an opponent questiones what he has learned all his life.

Iruma doesn't want to be a person anymore.

Lying on the ground and chatting with Xie Wennan for a full hour, he barely stood up under his help.

Only the right leg of the limb can move, and the rest are bandaged.

Someone thoughtfully pushed the wheelchair and sat on it without hesitation.

There is no need to do it, he is very proud that he did not carry it on a stretcher.

It's just that eating is very troublesome, can't you let Uncle Xie and their gang of old men feed him, right? Somewhat embarrassing.

Perhaps the heavens heard his call, and the mobile phone in the room rang at the right time.

"Ming, my mother bought a lot of matsutake mushrooms, I made matsutake rice, do you want to eat it?"

Megumi's voice sounded in her ears like a heavenly sound.

"Yes! Benefit! I'll let Uncle Xie pick you up, I have something very important that needs your help!" "

Huh? Okay, I'll wait for Uncle Xie at the door. Xie

Wennan didn't need to be ordered, go downstairs and drive.

Half an hour later, Xie Wennan came to the seventh floor with an anxious Hui on his face.

"Ming!" Megumi saw Iruma's look of concern on her face, and quickly ran to Iruma's side, "What's wrong with you?" How could it hurt so badly?

"I'm fine, I have two tricks with the master, and it's just a defeat." Iruma's heart warmed, and he leaned his head on Megumi's arms to enjoy her care.

The corners of Xie Wennan's mouth skimmed.

Defeat... It seems to be true, the really defeated people are generally still in a coma at this time.

"I'll retire first, young master, Miss Hui."

Xie Wennan left knowingly.

"I called you here, just to get Megumi to feed me."

Only the two of them were present, and they were coquettish.

"It scared me to death, I thought something was wrong."

The worries in her heart were put down, and Megumi patted the head of the room angrily.

"Hey, hey, Megumi is so good... However, don't tell Yingli and Shiyu about this, I will be able to walk normally tomorrow.

"Okay, I won't tell them." Megumi stroked the bandage on Irima's head, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, after all, in order to improve yourself, injuries are inevitable." Iruma looked up at Megumi, "Who made me not lose?" "

I'm impressed, Ming."

Megumi bent down and kissed Iruma.

He did this, there was a reason to confess publicly with her, how could Megumi not be happy when she was distressed?

Lip parting, Megumi pushed Iruma to the table and opened the lunch box.

Fragrant and rich matsutake rice, a few seasonal side dishes, stimulate people's taste buds.

Megumi eats spoonful by spoonful in the feeding room.

It was the first time to take care of her beloved so much, and the feeling of novelty made Meguma enjoy it.

After eating, he wiped his mouth for Iruma and pushed him to the bathroom to wash his face.

Iruma's somewhat struggling eyes made Megumi realize something.

"Ming wants to go to the bathroom?"

"Uh... Yes, I'll do it myself..." Let

Megumi feed acceptable, and it is too humiliating to hold a gun.

"What else is Ming embarrassed about?"

Megumi lifted Iruma up, and he could stand on one foot.

Iruma didn't even have a hand covering his face, and he wanted to cry without tears.

Disabled and determined, he stood up uncontrollably with the help of Mei.

Megumi blushed and took a sip.

This trip to the bathroom took more than an hour.