[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

This world, autumn.

The delicate-faced young man with cherry hair took a sip from his teacup, his expression unchanged, and put the cup back without moving again.

The sounds of bowls and chopsticks colliding and swallowing kept coming from the opposite side. He raised his eyes expressionlessly and looked at a certain god who was wolfing down and looked like he hadn't eaten in 800 years.

"You can really eat." He basically ate all the money that his elder sister gave him.

"The offerings can't be left! This is absolutely!" The blue-eyed god swallowed a large piece of sauced meat in two or three bites, said solemnly while swallowing rice, and gave him a thumbs up.

"This is not an offering, but to thank you for your previous reminder..."

When Qing said this with a numb face, seeing the person on the other side suddenly choked and blushed, she had to stop talking, and pushed the tea in her hand to him.

Yato took it, "gudong gudong" two mouthfuls, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a blush on his face: "It's not an offering, what is it? I said it last time? You are already Lord Yato My believer!"

"Who are you believers of the God of Poverty?" Kiyoma denied it mercilessly, and looked up and down the Yato who had an arrow in his heart indifferently, "You don't even have a decent artifact, it's too shabby."

"Too...too much..."

"I'm just telling the truth."

The corners of Ye Dou's mouth twitched, he picked up a chicken leg and gnawed, and said in disbelief:

"Hmph! Just wait! Although I am still an unknown and homeless god, one day I will become famous and become a well-known god! Build a magnificent shrine! Let everyone on the street worship Love me!"

"Ah yes, come on."

"Hey! What's the matter with your indifferent attitude! This is disrespectful to the gods!"

"If you were one of the widely respected Seven Lucky Gods like Nee-sama, I would respect you too, second-rate god."

"!! Second...second rate..."

Yedou only felt that the word "second-rate" was pressing down on his head like two big mountains, making him clenched his teeth and clenched the drumstick: "But... Damn... One day I will make you look good!"

"Yes, I am looking forward to it."

"Don't be perfunctory!" roared angrily, Yedou threw the gnawed chicken bones on the table, picked up the empty bowl and shouted to the waiter in the room: "One more bowl!"

"OK, just a second!"

Satisfied with the response, the second-rate god turned his head and met the clear and calm eyes of the cherry-haired youth.

——This guy looks really good-looking.

Thinking like this, Yeto ignored the sudden strangeness in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet."

"...Qing Ma." The beautiful artifact replied casually, and glanced at the high dishes on the table, "Eat so much, be careful that your stomach can't take it."

Yato took the rice brought to him by the waiter, waved his chopsticks, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay! Gods don't poop!"

"...?" Qing Ma froze for a moment, then became serious immediately, looked him up and down for a while, and suddenly asked solemnly: "Then do you have an anus?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Yeto choked for a moment, and after finally swallowing what was in his mouth, his handsome face was already flushed, and he stared at him with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief: "What, what?"

Qing Ma didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all. In the spirit of academic inquiry, she dedicatedly changed to a more common word: "I mean, do you fart—"

"Ah, stop talking—!!" Before he could finish speaking, a loud roar interrupted him harshly.

Facing the cat-like god who rushed up to cover his mouth, the cherry-haired youth quickly flashed his brows and glanced at his greasy hands: "What are you doing?"

——Why does he still ask you!

Yeto stared at the person who wanted to say more, and finally shouted frantically before he opened his mouth: "I say I say! I have it! I have a head office! Of course God also has that kind of thing! Now you are satisfied Come on!"

Qing Ma closed her hesitant mouth, glanced at his flushed cheeks, and nodded kindly.

"...that god really said that?"

The corner of the brown-red haired youth's mouth twitched, and he asked in disbelief.

Qing Ma held the tea and nodded calmly: "Ah. Interesting, right?"

"It's not a question of whether it's interesting or not... is it? Gods also have that, and the master doesn't - no, no, impossible, impossible!"

"What are you deceiving yourself, Zhaoma? According to that god, of course my sis-"

"Shut up! Master is the most perfect!! Absolutely impossible!!!"

A certain master suddenly fell into madness, roared and grabbed Qing Ma's collar and shook it vigorously, falling into the "impossible" loop with a disillusioned expression.

Faced with such madness, Qing Ma's reaction was to put down the teacup calmly, waiting for him to return to normal indifferently.

Three or ten minutes later, Zhaoma returned to normal—he forcibly ordered himself to forget what he had just heard—and said with a blank expression: “In the end, I am also a god, so you are too big and small, right? ?”

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Qing Ma's expression remained unchanged, but her green eyes were deep and deep, as if something had flashed past.

"...it always feels like you're planning something terrible."

"Have it?"

"do not have it?"

"Have it?"

"..."

Knowing that she couldn't beat him, Zhao Ma sighed tiredly, and said, "It's good that you know the truth, don't trouble the master, I believe you understand better than me."

Qingma's eyes moved, and she looked at Zhaoma with a gloomy expression.

He was silent for a while, stretched out his left hand, clicked Zhaoma's right hand whose name was symmetrical with his own, and directly changed the subject: "How is your "first-line" practice? "

Mentioning this, Zhao Ma suddenly regained his energy and demonstrated it to him confidently.

Qing Ma looked at the white realm he drew, and nodded affirmatively: "Isn't this a good job?"

Zhao Ma smiled embarrassedly, raised her hand and scratched her head: "Compared to you, I'm still far behind, and this level can't help the master much—"

"Zhao Ma."

"?"

Zhao Ma, who was suddenly stopped, turned her head in doubt, and saw her brother pointing at her with two fingers at a glance, and said with the same expression: "Tiebu". "

In an instant, there seemed to be several invisible chains entangled in the void, tightly wrapping Zhaoma's body.

He froze in place as if he had been frozen, unable to move at all, his expression remained in astonishment, and then there was a strong questioning in his eyes, as if to say "what did you do to me".

Qing Ma nodded at him as usual, as if she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her actions, and said:

"Let's learn this next, it's very useful. The posture and formula are the same as I did just now. If you use the name to restrain you, you will get better results. The length of time you can freeze depends on each person's situation. If I am by your side, This state may continue forever... In short, feel it."

——Continued? !

Zhao Ma tried to express her anger with her eyes.

But the culprit didn't realize it at all, turned around and planned to continue doing his own thing.

At this time, the name embedded on the back of his hand suddenly appeared in mid-air with light shining, which made him realize something immediately. He looked at Zhao Ma regretfully, and snapped his fingers to release him.

"Sister called me, I may have to go to this world... What a pity, Zhao Ma."

"Sorry about your size, you bastard!!"

Zhao Ma hopped and roared angrily, her handsome face turned ferocious into a ghost.

After a few minutes.

"Today's evening will probably be timeless, Qing Ma, you go with me."

While wielding his gun, the blond god said this to the cherry-haired young man who just arrived.

For a while, except for Zhaoma who was happy for his brother and a few artifacts, most of the artifacts onlookers changed their expressions and exchanged glances with each other, but no one said much.

Because, more than half a month ago, the "frontline" of the youth with cherry hair was seen by everyone.

The ability to draw a line for the first time can be to that level, which shows Kiyoma's talent and potential, and Bishamon's attitude towards him is also very different, no one wants to make trouble at this time.

It's just that the envy, unwillingness and even jealousy in their eyes are genuine and hard to cover up.

Knowing nothing about the turbulence in the dark, Bishamon, who was dancing on Xing's head, suddenly had an idea, stopped and said to Qingma: "It's not interesting for me to practice alone, Qingma, come and accompany me to do two tricks!"

As soon as these words came out, there were gasps of air-conditioning in the yard one after another.

It also happened that Dao Si was not here at the moment, otherwise he would have screamed immediately.

Zhao Ma felt slightly uncomfortable under the glances of his colleagues, but he did not shift his gaze at all, but looked at Qing Ma with affirmation and encouragement.

Qingma's gaze lingered on him for a while, and Zhuangruo inadvertently swept around the artifacts around him, but he didn't neglect Bishamon at all, and didn't shirk away, and went straight forward, and the many weapons in Bishamon Zhong looked at it and selected a Taidao.

Bishamon's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a bit of understanding and sigh in his eyes.

Qing Mahjong Taidao was drawn out, and he held it in his hand as if he knew how to do it by nature. He raised his eyes to look at Bishamon, and a deep aura of ancient water without waves gradually lingered around him.

Bishamon's eyes lit up slightly, and he danced a heroic dance: "Come on!"

——What kind of incredible thing is it for humans to fight against gods, and how much force is needed?

This point, I am afraid that no one will know better than the artifacts who witnessed the battle just now.

When Bishamonxiang stopped sweating, the eyes that looked at the young man with cherry hair were too bright.

It was a cherished look that was not seen when looking at any other sacred artifact.

Opposite her, Qingma's clothes were cut a big cut, if Bishamon hadn't stopped in time just now, he might have been injured because of this.

But at the same time, his control was so precise that he didn't even hurt a single hair of Bishamon.

"My lord, let's call it a day, and I'll have the priesthood later." He supported his body with a knife, and said with unsteady breath, "I've prepared a medicinal bath for you, you can go soak for a while before dusk .”

This medicinal bath was specially researched by him for Bishamon.Too many weapons will burden the god's body, not to mention that Bishamon's priesthood is very busy, even if he is a god, his body will not be able to bear it.

"Really? I'm sorry to trouble you." Bishamon smiled movedly, released the single ponytail in his hand, greeted the artifacts who praised her all the way, and went to her special hot spring.

Seeing her undisturbed footsteps, Qing Ma felt in her heart that the strongest warrior really deserved her reputation, then adjusted her breath, and opened her eyes with a cold expression.

The entire courtyard was silent.

The artifact that hadn't left yet looked at him with a hint of awe on his face.

——What a powerful strength it is to be able to basically draw with their masters.

The young man with cherry hair didn't care, he put the dagger back in its original place and left with a calm expression.

Zhao Ma quickly caught up with him, still looking very excited: "You are really good, Qing Ma, you actually have the power to fight against the master without losing the wind!"

Qing Ma kept walking, and said lightly after hearing the words: "Am I strong?"

"Strong! Very strong!"

"That's enough." The young man with cherry hair said calmly, such an endless sentence made Zhao Ma quiet down immediately.

He turned his head and stared intently at Qing Ma's side face, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's really like your style."

Qing Ma glanced at him imperceptibly, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play tricks on me." Zhao Ma laughed, "As a newcomer, if you are so loved by the master, some people will definitely feel uncomfortable. It would be bad if you stab the master because of this. That's why you think With this method, you can fully demonstrate that you are different from ordinary people... no, the power of being close to God, so that everyone will be convinced by you."

"..." Qing Ma glanced at him sideways, without any surprise in his eyes, and continued: "However, only strength is not enough, and fear cannot always make human beings obey, faith can."

Zhao Ma looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes gradually warmed up, and she suddenly smiled and said, "What is human and not human, aren't you a human too?"

The young man with cherry hair stopped in his tracks, and remained strangely silent for a while, his expression seemed to be dazed.

Zhao Ma was a little strange: "What are you thinking?"

The young man with cherry hair suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head and denied, "No, it's nothing."

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Ma with calm eyes: "Only you can see my original intention in this matter. Sure enough, I read it right, you are the best military adviser."

Not only is he neither humble nor overbearing, he is clear-headed, but also has a keen eye, and always knows what he should do.

Such a person undoubtedly has the excellent ability to lead the crowd and alert the boss.

Upon hearing such a high evaluation, Zhao Ma froze in place at a loss.

Before he could react, Qing Ma waved his hand at him, turned and walked to the other side: "My lord sister changed the medicine in the medicine bath today, I have to go over and ask about the effect, so I'm leaving first."

"Ah... yes..." Zhaoma responded blankly, and it took a while to come back to his senses. He glanced at the cherry-haired youth who had gone away, scratched his cheek embarrassedly, and cursed in a low voice: "This guy, You're talking nasty things again."

The turmoil of the sparring passed quickly, but Qingma's powerful strength left a deep impression on the artifacts of Bishamon.

He himself looks as beautiful as a god, and he has superb medical skills. Although his expression is indifferent, he is willing to lend a helping hand to other artifacts. respect.

At the same time, because of his ability to handle prayers and kill monsters alone, and because of his inexplicable sense of intimacy, Bishamon has become more and more trusting and dependent on him, just like what he called her. He loved him like a younger brother.

One day two months later, Bishamon’s Lower Realm finished processing the Shihua and returned to the mansion. After settling down, the gods who swarmed up to greet her, and sent the shrill Taoist to sort out the documents for her. After that, she finally couldn’t bear it. He stayed, and sat on the colonnade a little tiredly.

"Tired?"

Qing Ma sat beside her, speaking calmly.

"Huh?... Ah, don't worry, this is the master's fate." Bishamon smiled slightly, his beautiful eyes looked at the child-like artifact playing in the courtyard in the distance, and his expression gradually turned into a sigh.

She said with emotion: "The artifact is a human being. After the body is destroyed, the soul still survives. Fear, suspicion, jealousy, rejection, and different ideas. The pain of the artifact with an unclean heart will also be conveyed to the god who is the master. This is the fate I have to bear as the master."

The cherry-haired youth frowned: "You were stabbed?"

Bishamon was taken aback, then laughed and shook his head: "No, how come, everyone is my family, and they won't hurt me."

The god who said this had the gentle expression of a mother talking about her child.

Qing Ma sat and looked at her without answering.

He just looked at the small black and purple mark on Bishamon's arm suddenly, and asked, "That's it?"

"Huh?" Bishamon followed his line of sight and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I actually got sick? Did the monster just touch me..."

"Child?"

"It's an unclean thing, it's contagious, stay away from it."

Bishamon said so, stood up and went to the nearby well, picked up a little water in the bucket, and sprinkled it on his arm.

Immediately, the black and purple mark dissipated with the wind like smoke.

"If the artifact touches a monster or has evil thoughts in its heart, it will be infected or even become a demon. Although gods cannot be demonized, they will be infected when touched by a monster or stabbed by an artifact. It is called 'God Fall'."

Bishamon put down his hands and patiently explained to Qingma: "Unless it is exorcised or purified with water, it will stay in the body and corrode the body, but if the area is too large, the water will not work, and if it is too serious, it will even lead to death. You need more Notice."

Qing Ma nodded slightly, and asked again: "Can gods die too?"

"Of course." Bishamon replied without hesitation, "Whether the artifact or the god, they will all die. It's just that the artifact and the nameless god will really disappear after death, and the gods with many believers will usher in a new life after death. There is no previous memory, and the body becomes a child, which is called 'replacement'."

"Replacement..."

The cherry-haired youth murmured and repeated, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the down-and-out god he knew.

That guy is so anxious to attract believers, is it because few people believe in him, so once he dies, he can't be reborn?

Bishamon noticed his silence and asked with concern, "What are you thinking?"

Qing Ma immediately came back to her senses, shook her head and denied: "No, it's nothing."

He saw the exhaustion on Bishamon's face, and suggested: "Your complexion is not very good, go take a medicinal bath, and I will get you some medicine to regulate your body."

Bishamon readily agreed, got up and walked towards his own hot spring, with a warm arc on his lips: "Thank you all the time, Kiyoma."

"You're being polite." Qing Ma stood up, wanting to watch her go.

It's just that before the blond-haired god took two steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Speaking of which, you've been my artifact for two months, right?"

Qing Ma blinked, a little confused, so: "Yes?"

Bishamen paused, and tried his best to ask in a normal tone: "Is there any discomfort in your body? For example, chest pain, feeling empty and so on?"

The young man with cherry hair recalled it expressionlessly, and shook his head after a while: "No, I don't feel that way, why do you ask?"

"No, it's nothing... just nothing." Bishamon smiled concealedly, turned his head and left quickly.

The young man with a beautiful face stood there, watching her back, with a reassuring tranquility in his green eyes.

Time flies by, and when Kiyoma follows Bishamon's lower realm to deal with the time change again, it is already a cold winter in this world.

This time he did not go back to Gaotianyuan with Bishamon, but stayed in this world, preparing to dig some medicinal materials suitable for harvesting in winter, such as the commonly used isatis root, Polygonum multiflorum and Poria cocos.

Not to mention artifacts, even gods can catch a cold. As Bishamonten's current number one pharmacist, he always has to ensure that there are enough stocks.

…It is not good that the technology is backward. You have to make any medicine by yourself.

Unaware of how advanced his thinking was, the young man with cherry hair tightly wrapped the scarf given by his elder sister, returned to basics, and went up the mountain with a medicine basket on his back.

When it was getting dark, he ended his day's search and came to a small town at the foot of the mountain to rest.

However, as soon as he stepped into the town, he felt an ominous atmosphere.

— There are monsters.

Qing Ma narrowed her eyes slightly, stood there feeling the strength of the breath for a while, then raised her feet and walked over there.

However, as the distance approached, he gradually smelled a familiar fragrance.

Moreover, the breath of monsters I felt before is also a bit wrong, it seems to be faintly mixed with another kind of fragrance...

The young man with cherry hair didn't change his expression, and secretly quickened his pace.

He had already determined that the first scent came from a down-and-out god, but he didn't know what the second scent was mixed with evil spirits...

Just as he was thinking, the voice of a man full of grief reached his ears.

"—Please cut off my thoughts about my son."

Qing Ma paused, and stood silently in the alley.

Turning a corner, a man covered in black and purple ailments all over his body, with cloudy eyeballs unique to monsters, covered his face tremblingly, and told the whole story in a choked voice.

"The gods in my family knew that I sympathized with children, so they chose a boy as an artifact. I love him as my own son, but he is too young to understand anything. When I find out that other little friends will always forget He then began to feel inferior and even resented... for hurting my goddess."

"The gods of my family liberated him in desperation...but I, an unbelievable artifact, can't control my thoughts, thinking wildly all day long, and constantly demonizing...If this goes on, if this goes on——I will kill my lord god Yes!!"

The tall man couldn't help howling and crying, and the ailments on his body spread faster because of this.

He quickly restrained his emotions, forced himself to stop thinking about it, and begged earnestly and humblely: "I heard that you are a god of disasters who can cut off everything...let me do anything, please, cut it off!" Stop my missing of my son!"

He bowed deeply to the god facing him, and tears flowed down his cheeks, melting the ice and snow under his feet.

The young god who was staring at him had dim eyes and asked, "Are you rich?"

The man nodded again and again, and immediately took out all the money on his body, and held it out with trembling fingertips: "All my savings are here... Please!"

Facing these banknotes with huge denominations, the desolate god who didn't even have a place to live didn't even blink his eyelids. He just bent down and picked up a five-yuan coin that fell out of a man's pocket when he took out the money.

With a flick of his thumb, the little coin flew into the air, and after reaching the apex, it tumbled and fell, and he grabbed it in his hand. The movement was surprisingly good-looking and handsome.

"Raise your head." He said flatly, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "I, Ye Fighting God, accept this commission."

After an unknown amount of time, the tear-stained male artifact left.

The secluded street fell into silence, the cold wind blew past, the young god shuddered, with his hands in his pockets, a slight desolation appeared on his face.

Nora didn't know where to go again.

He recalled the artifact that was willing to sacrifice everything for his god just now, his eyes dimmed slightly.

——He also wants...the one and only...for himself...someone.

However, it really is impossible.

Thinking of this, the blue-eyed god sneered slightly, and turned around to leave.

at this time.

"—You, you didn't cut off his thoughts for him, did you?"

The snow-covered winter wind brought a cool sound.

The god paused, his icy blue eyes brightened, but fell silent the next second.

He looked up at the night sky, and said calmly, "What's the matter, do you have time to wander around at night? Aren't you going to accompany your dear elder sister?"

The cherry-haired young man with the medicine basket under his feet leaned against the wall with an indifferent expression, raised his white and bony hands, and quietly caught the snowflakes falling in the air, his profile was calm and even gentle.

"My elder sister has many reliable seniors around me, so I don't need to worry about it at all. In contrast, a down-and-out god who doesn't even have a magic weapon and brags about beheading others... seems to need me to take care of her."

The cold voice slowly slowed down, and in this cold night, there was a feeling of throat congestion for no reason.

Yato was stunned, only feeling a little heat in his chest, couldn't help but look back at the picturesque side face of that man, his mind suddenly went blank.

He looked at the man with a dazed expression, as if his overly focused gaze had attracted the attention of the young man with cherry hair, he withdrew his gaze from the snowy sky, and looked at him almost gently, his blue eyes were as warm as spring. new spring.

"Right, Yato?"

- Puff.

The world is quiet.

The author has something to say: ah, it’s good to progress fast. In the next chapter, you can eat the five yuan gods. Hehehe

The demonized artifact that appeared in this chapter is the black weapon of the poor god Xiaofu. Those who have never read the comics may not know it?