The Puppeteer of Academy City

Ling Xingye's eyes darkened, and he fell backward involuntarily.

Sprites rushed behind in time and hugged their master firmly.

"Fortunately, it's just that the body is out of control." Ling Xingye was thankful that his brain was still awake.

As long as his brain stays awake, his sprites will not fall down. So no matter when, he will not easily let himself fall into a coma.

Ling Xingye manipulated the monsters to simply collect the broken arms and fragments that Lu Cun had left behind. Then hurried to the residence.

As for the severely damaged road surface and other traces of battle, let Aleister handle it.

I believe he has been paying attention to things here.

"Do you want to add some soft materials to the sprites?" Ling Xingye, who was panicked along the way, still complained,

After all, the sprite is a puppet dedicated to fighting, so its embrace will definitely not be so comfortable.

What Ling Xingye was worried about was that after returning home after such a bumpy journey, he might not have the energy to deal with his injuries.

He is considering whether to go straight to the hospital.

For various reasons, Ling Xingye did not trust the hospital in Academy City, so under normal circumstances, he would not go to the hospital easily.

Even now that the situation has deteriorated to the point of almost fainting, Ling Xingye still insists on letting the sprites take him home.

"Big deal... Let Hitomi come and save me tomorrow morning. I remember giving her the apartment key."

At the door of the new house, Ling Xingye used a silk thread to pull out the key from his pocket. Next, the nimble fingers of sprites are enough to complete such delicate work as unlocking.

After three years, Ling Xingye has completely regarded the sprite as his other body, like his arms and fingers.

The room was dark, but it made Ling Xingye feel at ease - returning home means safety...

He didn't bother to turn on the light.

Because of the severe blood loss, his eyes could hardly see clearly. So there is no need to turn on the lights.

"Xingye, you are back." A strange voice sounded in the room.

As if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, Ling Xingye's whole body was electrocuted, and his nerves tensed instantly. But at the moment his body couldn't do anything at all.

And what's worse, because the sprites are holding themselves with both hands, they can't fight!

"Don't be nervous, I mean nothing..." the voice sounded again.

Only then did Ling Xingye notice that it was a girl who was speaking.

Moreover, it was not an "unfamiliar" voice. Not so long ago he had heard this voice...

"Is it Kanzaki?" Ling Xingye breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were misunderstandings and conflicts between them, they were not mortal enemies.

"The smell of blood..." Kanzaki's voice suddenly became tense, "Xingye, you are injured!"

Shenzhe's voice quickly drew closer, and rang in Ling Xingye's ear: "Why are you injured so badly! How much blood did you bleed!"

Ling Xingye tried hard to open his eyes, but his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the girl in front of him clearly.

"I remember you have a first aid kit here..." Kanzaki hurriedly turned around to look for it.

"Why are you in my house? And you are so familiar with my house..." Ling Xingye was lying on the bed, and said weakly.

"Do you know how to bandage first aid?" he asked.

"Of course there is no problem with first aid skills." Kanzaki had found the first aid kit and came to the bedside, "Let's treat it as a reward for borrowing your room."

Kanzaki stretched out her slender fingers and swiped in front of Ling Xingye, using the "seven flashes" technique to cut open the shirt on his body.

"Is there any shrapnel in the wound? You were bombed?"

But there was no reply, Kanzaki was startled, and carefully checked Ling Xingye's pulse to confirm that his life was not in danger, and he was only slightly relieved when he passed out.

"In this situation..." Kanzaki frowned, "It's not an injury that can be treated by simply bandaging and applying medicine."

Generally speaking, when ordinary people see Ling Xingye's current appearance, they must immediately think of sending him to the hospital for emergency blood transfusion.

But Kanzaki Kaori is a magician, so she is more used to using magic to solve problems.

Kanzaki's creed is never to give up on anyone, even on the battlefield she is unwilling to kill, and when she encounters a seriously injured or dying person, she naturally cannot just ignore death.

The situation was urgent, in order to check if there were any other wounds, Kanzaki didn't have too many scruples, so he cut up Ling Xingye's pants, leaving only a pair of underwear.

Fortunately, the wounds were mainly concentrated on the upper body... Kanzaki gently stroked the muscles around the wound, and then lightly picked it with his jade finger, a fine hexagonal "petal" flew out of the wound, bringing up a small blood arrow .

Oops! Kanzaki quickly looked at Ling Xingye, forgetting to take anesthesia...

But Ling Xingye just fell asleep, without any movement.

"Entered deep sleep, self-protection state?"

However, Kanzaki still adopted lighter movements to avoid injury as much as possible.

After all the petal-shaped shrapnel had been removed, all that remained were those long, thin wounds that looked like cuts from a knife. And it's a sharp and thin knife, a bit like a razor or a utility knife.

Kanzaki Kaori, a Japanese sword master, makes his judgment as an expert.

"Obviously I didn't hit a single blow when I was fighting, why did it become like this with a different opponent?" Kanzaki seemed to be complaining, "Is the enemy really that strong, or are you just not paying attention?"

"I don't believe that a boy who can be equal to me will be defeated so easily!"

Kanzaki breathed a sigh of relief after checking. These wounds only looked scary, but they were actually not deep, and no nerves or tendons were injured.

So as long as the ordinary healing and blood-enriching techniques are enough.

Kanzaki nodded and made a diagnosis.

Just when she was about to get up, she tripped over her foot. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that there were five silk threads hanging from the edge of the bed, one end of which was connected to the sprite.

On the other end, it was still on the five-finger ring on Ling Xingye's right hand.

The scarred sprite stood quietly by the bed like a loyal guard, with his head down, watching silently.

Kanzaki frowned, but immediately relaxed it again.

"Good vigilance, even if he fell into a coma, he didn't give up his weapon."

In general, Kanzaki doesn't dislike this tough will.

Kanzaki took out the bandage from the first aid kit; then found a photo frame in the room, which contained a photo of Ling Xingye himself.

Then she pulled the laces from a sneaker in the closet; she cut a loop out of a cardboard box.

In the end, Kanzaki dug out a packet of biscuits from his pocket that he intended to serve as a snack.

She placed these items next to Ling Xingye according to a certain combination of rules, ready to cast magic.

Seemingly incongruous preparations for casting spells, Kanzaki was extremely serious—she mastered a special type of magic, that is, using ordinary objects that can be seen everywhere around her, weaving and combining them with the help of ordinary behaviors in daily life to cast magic .

This is the characteristic magic of Amakusa-style Christianity—the localized religion of Christianity in Japan.

It looks ridiculously ridiculous, but it is very effective.

The wound on Ling Xingye's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood lost in his body was also quickly replenished in some mysterious form.

Seeing the boy's face on the bed come back to life, and his breath calmed down, Kanzaki let out a long sigh of relief, and sat down against the wall holding the Qitian Qidao.

Looking at the boy on the opposite bed and the puppet standing on the bedside: "Good night, I'll ask you what happened when I wake up tomorrow."