Traveling with Indra

On the roof not far away, Indra melted the ice on Mingluo and found her sleeping on the tiles. Her defenseless appearance made him so angry that he could not vent his anger, so he had to pick her up and went to find his brother.

[Since we are all asleep, we are not afraid of being watched. 】

After calming down from the confusion of the reunion, Indra felt that Mingluo had become much heavier. Her body was hard, and that was definitely not the touch of the body. He reached out and touched it and found that it was metal. She actually made the metal into armor and wore it close to her skin.

It's a good idea and it suits her abilities very well.

"You are still the same, and you think things through very well." Indra brought the man back to his brother, and saw that he was sweating profusely with anxiety, as if the healing ninjutsu had no effect.

"Ah, brother! His leg is about to fall off, what should we do?" Ashura had never treated such a frozen leg injury, and he couldn't connect it at all. "What's wrong with Mingluo?"

"He's overexerted his strength and is tired." Indra handed the man to his brother, squatted down to check the wound, and looked at the surrounding environment with his Sharingan. "Find a clean place as soon as possible, you can still recover."

"Brother is indeed the best!" Asura hugged Mingluo and couldn't help but flatter her.

It is difficult to recover from frostbite in general, but the palm technique can restore the body's vitality, and it is not difficult to thaw the frozen body. However, the recovery period may take a month, and the palm technique needs to be used every day to prevent any accidents.

The brothers' excellent healing ability was an eye-opener for the Demon Slayer Corps. External injuries could be healed almost immediately, without even leaving scars. Internal injuries and fractures took much longer, and could basically be repaired quickly.

There were only five injured people. As soon as the treatment was over, Shinobu Kocho discovered that the brothers were about to take Ming Luo away. She quickly stepped forward to stop them. Now Ming Luo was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, where were they going to take her?

"Demon Slayer Corps?" Ashura was confused. What place was that?

"You mean... Mingluo joined your organization?" Indra's face darkened. She was actually willing to join an organization and deal with so many people?

"Yes... yes." Shinobu Kocho felt the anger in the scarlet eyes, but still insisted on standing.

"What is the Demon Slayer Corps?" Ashura glanced at his brother who was filled with resentment and asked what happened.

Shinobu Kocho simply and clearly told what the Demon Slayer Corps is, what they usually do, and how she met Ming Luo. Ming Luo is a person who doesn't like to socialize. She has a good relationship with herself and usually trains very hard.

"Ming Luo... has always been very gentle." When Asura heard that the Demon Slayer Corps was an organization fighting for humanity, he was not surprised that Ming Luo joined.

Indra just kept silent. He didn't think Mingluo would fight for humanity. She might not like seeing someone die around her, but that wasn't enough to make her take up arms. She wasn't someone who would do dangerous things for others. She had her own principles.

[Is the Demon Slayer Corps so special? 】

—Butterfly House—

Tanjiro led Indra to the room next to Nezuko's, Mingluo's room, and she was said to like quiet places. But one was in the shade and the other was in the sun, and Nezuko also liked to play with her.

Indra saw Tanjiro turn the doorknob, so he opened the door. He also tried to turn it but couldn't open it, then he realized that he needed a key. Now Mingluo was unconscious, so he had to go to the dormitory manager to get the key.

The room was hung with light purple curtains, the air was filled with the scent of wisteria, the bed was soft and smelled of sunshine, and everywhere was filled with her favorite decorations. It seemed that she had adapted well here.

He put Mingluo on the sofa and went to bed with her dirty body. He would probably be upset and curse. Seeing that she was now shabby and covered with dust, he took off his cloak and covered her with it, then looked at other places.

There were a lot of materials on the bookshelf. He picked up a book and flipped through it, and couldn't stop. This was a book about engineering equipment, which included motor manufacturing, gear design, etc. After flipping through the book for half an hour, he saw the draft paper next to it. This was Ming Luo's handwriting, with details of the flying knife drawn on it, with two leaves, three leaves, and five leaves.

Formation, arrangement, and calculation loopholes.

"Why do you have to leave loopholes?" Indra's eyes slightly raised, and he understood when he turned to the next page. It was a trap that was set in a circle, and the real killer move was behind, so... it was necessary to let the opponent understand her strength first.

What is virtual is what is real, what is real is what is virtual?

"Trap formation, pocket formation..." Indra looked at the words of the Thirty-Six Stratagems and pinched his nose to calm down. It seemed that he knew too little about Ming Luo. She should be more aggressive than he knew. Was she just "playing nice" in the face of so many actions of the Ninja Clan?

"Brother, how long do you want to watch?" Asura squatted on the sofa and watched Mingluo for a few minutes, then treated her for another ten minutes. Seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, he waited for his brother to leave. "Are you going to rest here? Mingluo will beat you up."

Indra: A stupid little brother who doesn't like to study.

>>>>>>

The next day, Ashura got up early and went to the kitchen to eat happily. He had become friends with the people in the Butterfly House. Everyone in the Butterfly House was a good person, and there was also a particularly energetic blond patient.

Seeing his brother was enjoying himself, Indra went to Mingluo's yard to practice boxing after a simple meal. Gradually, he saw Mingluo lying on the window frame, staring at him.

"woke up?"

Mingluo took a bite of the pork and green onion bun and continued to watch him boxing. "Why did you come to see me?"

Indra stopped what he was doing, walked to the window and took out a wooden box, in which the mother-of-pearl lay quietly. "Why did you leave this to me?"

Ming Luo was speechless for a moment. The question was thrown back at her. How should she answer? She lowered her eyelids and continued to eat the buns. The scrutinizing eyes did not move away, nor did they mean to urge her at all.

Alas, Indra has learned to give people a sense of oppression.

"I plan to find time to visit you later." Ming Luo chose to answer truthfully and picked up another fried dough stick to eat.

"What are you worried about?" Indra remembered her last worried look. Was he so worrying? "Are you afraid that I will die at my father's hands?"

Ming Luo shook her head gently. She wasn't worried about what would happen to Indra, but it was still very possible that he would get stuck in a dead end. "I've thought about a lot of things, but I never thought...you would appear in front of me like this."

“……”Indra felt a little angry for some reason.

"And... he brought Ashura with him."

Hearing this, Indra's body was filled with so much resentment that it could block out the sun. He stared at Mingluo and snorted coldly: "You taught me that!"

This guy taught Asura some nonsense!

What do you mean you coax your brother when he's angry? Pay attention to praising him more!

Indra: Tsk! Am I the kind of person who can be swayed by sweet words?

Mingluo: (*^▽^*)Yes!