[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

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An area of ​​the screen in front of him was covered by black mist, and a red warning flashed on the entire edge of the screen.

Yichengyuan.

Ashikaga Yoshiaki.

Song Si put the teacup to his mouth, took a sip of the tea, and looked at Xiao Ye Zuowen with obvious panic in his eyes.

In other words, this operation of the retrograde army not only targeted Ashikaga Yoshiaki, but also targeted the former master Hosokawa Fujitaka who was the left character of Saya.

Every time the child's body hanging around his waist was held in his hands, Song Si could even see Xiao Ye's trembling hands.

Song Si looked at Foxnosuke who was nesting not far from the door, stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, the wind picked up Foxnosuke, and then smashed it on the face like a bell of Yamabuki Kunihiro. On the head of the worried little bandit.

"Go." Song Si gently put the teacup on the table: "As the captain of the first unit, Yamabuki Kunihiro, all members will go out."

Foxosuke lay on Saya Zuomonji's head, and flicked his own tail. The freshly planted fine hair on the tail made Saya Zuomonji feel a little itchy.

I trot to the front room and saw Yamabagi Kunihiro who was preparing meals. Sayo Zuomoji grabbed the sheet of Yamabagi Kirihiro and looked up at Yamabagi Kirihiro, the anxiety in his eyes was obvious.

The tea leaves in the teacup in his hand were floating, Song Si got up, and stood outside the gate of the formation, Yamabuki Kunihiro, Xiao Ye Zuowen, and the five tigers had already stood inside the formation.

"Where's Mikazuki Zongjin?" Song Si looked at Foxosuke, who had changed his posture and was lying on top of Yamabuki Kirihiro's head. The dissatisfaction in the inquiry made Foxnosuke's wagging tail stop for a moment.

"Hahahaha, it's been a long time since I put it on. The old man always has someone to help him with his dressing." Sanri Yue Zong nearly pinned his body around his waist, and looked at Song Si without any apology, and even took it for granted.

Song Si looked at San Riyue faintly, the killing intent in his eyes was a little strong, but San Ri Yue Zongjin was still smiling gently, he rubbed Song Si's shoulder and stood in the talisman formation that came out.

When passing by, Song Si smelled a faint fragrance, which Song Si was very familiar with, but suddenly couldn't remember what it was.

When several people began to turn into a halo and warp time, Song Si's face changed slightly. He remembered what the smell came from Sanri Yuezong's body. It was the Longjing tea that he had treasured for many years, and he was usually reluctant to take it out to drink. It was placed at the top of the kitchen.

The corners of Song Si's mouth twitched slightly, but this person did not see anything.

The monks of Kofuku Temple held a neutral attitude towards Matsunaga Hideo and Ashikaga Yoshiaki, which made Ashikaga Yoshiaki understand that Kofuku Temple could not stay for long, so he chose to leave here.

Ashikaga Yoshiaki played a vital role in Xingmaku, and this person became a major monitoring point of the retrograde army. At this moment in Kofuku Temple, it was the best time to do it.

"Five." Xiaoye's left-handed nose moved slightly, he smelled the smell of blood, and he saw the smell of the marching army hidden on the tree in the Yicheng courtyard of Xingfu Temple.

Xiaoye Zuofuji held the main body firmly in his hand, with sharp eyes, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Yamabuki Kunihiro.

Seeing the child's puzzled eyes, Yamabuki Kunihiro could feel the eagerness of the left text from Saya. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone wall in the lower right corner.

"Hahahaha, so it turns out, it's really a good trap." Sanri Yuezong rolled his eyes twice and smiled.

Xiaoye Zuowen's eagerness to protect the original owner caused his mentality to collapse, and even his monitoring ability became slightly lower. If he rushed up now, the retrograde army next to the stone wall would catch them by surprise.

"Probably knew that we would come back to sabotage their plan." Yamabuchi Kunihiro gestured at Mikazuki with his eyes, and the old man blinked, unexpectedly a little naughty.

The corners of Yamabuki Kunihiro's mouth twitched slightly.

Song Si looked at the big screen, and San Riyue trembled maliciously, took the tea he had just brought back from the kitchen, and sighed, is the combination of these people really okay?

Kunihiro Yamabashi placed it on the tree trunk in front of him and tapped twice, and several people nodded.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi and Wuhutui pulled out the main body at the same time, and rushed forward in the direction of the marching army.

When the retrograde army saw the people rushing up, they screamed hoarsely. It sounded like a beast, but also like a human being. The thick smoke around them was probably the smoke that Song Si saw on the screen.

This kind of black mist carried by them is a way for Song Si and other god-inspectors to identify their location.

upper left corner.

Song Si and San Riyue looked up at the same time.

Sanriyue gently lifted the body, took a closer look, and saw the retro army, the big sword.

Odachi?

Song Si frowned slightly, it was just a mission to intercept people, and Song Si was a little surprised that the retrograde army actually sent a big sword.

The two swords made a violent sound when they were facing each other, and the two swords retreated at the same time. Mikazuki Zongjin put the sword horizontally in mid-air: "It really surprised me, Grandpa."

Seeing that San Riyue was only as tall as the opponent's waist, Song Si stood up and waved his hands.

The scattered cherry blossoms quickly turned into a butterfly in Song Si's hand, and half a moment later, the butterfly flapped its wings slowly.

Song Si moved his fingers, and the butterfly flew up, flapping its wings and flying towards the formation of symbols.

Sanriyue obviously couldn't handle it anymore, after being hit by the Odachi, she took several steps back unsteadily.

Now his ability is not enough to be able to kill the Otachi with one blow, not to mention that his teammates are being watched closely by other retrograde troops, and they have no skills at all. Some flaws in the Odachi in front of him.

With a knife, there will be flaws.

Sanriyue was panting slightly, even at this time, he still maintained an elegant posture, and it even made people feel that this person was just tired after going to the tea party.

The front yard quickly became chaotic. Obviously, the noise made by them in the back yard had disturbed the people in the front yard.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Sankaiyue's moon-like eyes. If it was not a last resort, the monks and soldiers in the monastery should not know the existence of the retrograde army and their fusangshen. This was what Fox Nosuke had entrusted when he came to this world.

"This is really giving me a headache." San Riyue looked at the Otachi in front of him: "We have to make a quick decision."

A cherry blossom-shaped butterfly fluttered slightly above Sankaiyue's head, then slowly landed on the tip of Sankaiyue's knife, and was then split in half. This scene disturbed the actions of the two parties.

One, two, three...

Butterflies in the form of cherry blossoms gathered together and turned into Song Si's appearance. Before the Datachi could react, Song Si charged forward with his short knife in hand.

After Sanriyue was surprised, there was a smile in his eyes, he clenched the body in his hands, and when Song Si was disturbed, he quickly walked around behind the Da Tai Dao, and sent the blade into the Da Da Dao's abdomen.

The moment the Odachi turned into nothingness, the cherry blossoms also scattered on the ground and merged into the soil.

The moment consciousness returned, the blood from the corner of Song Si's mouth slipped slightly, dripping onto the cherry blossoms at his feet.

Under the gentle caress of Sanriyue, the cub from Five Tigers let out a meowing sound in humiliation, and the monk soldier who came to check in the backyard laughed at the monk soldiers behind him: "It's just a young cat."

Several people standing on the roof let out a breath.

Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the ground, Foxosuke looked a little worried. He looked at the Mikazuki who was twisting up the cherry blossoms on the ground, and finally changed the subject: "Hosokawa Fujitaka should have met Ashikaga Yoshiaki by now, please Take control not far from the backyard, the retrograde army has not been completely eradicated."

Yamabuki Kunihiro nodded, Foxosuke patted the floor slightly with his meat pad, and then jumped forward.

The rest are just a few miscellaneous soldiers, which are not worth looking at. The main force is all sent to monitor the meeting place of Ashikaga Yoshiaki and Hosokawa Fujitaka not far ahead.

"Aren't you going to meet the old master?" Kunihiro Yamababa looked at Sayo Samonji who was standing at his feet, looking hard at the back of Fujitaka Hosokawa.

The child finally came back to his senses from there. He looked at the face of Yamabuchi Kunihiro, shook his head lightly, turned his back and tried not to let his eyes follow the man away: "It's time to go back."

It's time to go back, there are still people waiting for him to go back, it may be a good suggestion to leave with Hosokawa Fujitaka, but it's not now.

Song Si felt that his throat was itchy and uncomfortable, and he coughed for a long time without any relief, but the uncomfortable stagnation on his chest in the past few days was relieved a lot because of the blood.

There was a knock on the door, Song Si took a sip of tea, trying to suppress the itching in his throat: "What's the matter?"

"We're back." Yamabuchi Kunihiro looked at the closed door, he didn't know what he was expecting, maybe it was a compliment, maybe it was a reward.

The people inside passed for a long time, and their voice was cold: "Understood, after a while, let Foxosuke bring me the report of the captain who went out."

Although there was nothing, but after hearing that person's voice, I don't know what happened, and my heart settled down at this moment. Yamabuki Kunihiro bowed to Song Si's room: "Thank you."

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Sweat spilled on the ground, giving off the unique salty smell of sweat.

Song Si looked at the person in front of him, with seriousness in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, he waved his hand, and put the knife in his sleeve.

"I didn't see you have such ability when I faced the Odachi that day." Song Si panted slightly, and stretched out his right hand to gently hold the trembling hand.

There was a hint of a smile in San Riyue's eyes, but this time it was a sincere smile: "My level has not changed."

Song Si let out a deep breath, Sanri Yue Zongjin's meaning was very clear, if his level has not changed, then he has become weaker.

The consumption of this body these days is too great, Song Si's hands are still trembling slightly, he glanced at Mikazuki Zongjin: "Forget it, I will ask Yamabuki Kirihiro to come to my room later."

The sweat on Song Si's forehead slid down his neck into his clothes, and it was a bit cold outside being blown by the wind.

After closing the door, Song Si looked at his hands, which were no longer obeying his orders, the cocoons that were often made by holding a knife had already been digested.

Leaning on the seat brought back by California Qingguang who hadn't played yesterday, with his hands on his chin, Song Si seemed to smell the blood from his own body.

He suddenly remembered those days of killing, the scene he saw before he died, the blood fluttering in the wind, it was so pungent.

There was a knock on the door, Song Si snapped back to his senses, and called in.

Hands knocked on the table, one after another, dull sound, Yamabuki Kunihiro's heartbeat seemed to coincide with this sound at this moment, Song Si didn't speak, Yamabuki Kunihiro broke the silence of the room.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Song Si raised his eyes and glanced at Yamabashi Kirihiro, and took out the captain's report from Yamabashi Kirihiro from the drawer: "In your eyes, what exactly is the task of protecting history?"

"Kill all retrograde troops that destroy history."

Song Si raised his eyebrows, the expected answer, but it wasn't a perfect answer. He opened Yamabuchi's team leader's report, pointed at a place, and read out softly: "Completing the task, there is no change in any history."

Any of these two words was bitten hard by Song Si, and he stretched out his hand to close the information on Yamabuki Kunihiro: "You still don't understand what it means to protect history."

Seeing Shan Muqie's eyes that obviously didn't understand, Song Si sighed, looked at the report from the current affairs next to him, and waved his hand: "Forget it, you will understand in the future."

I didn't want to mention this matter at first, but this time, the delay of taking the hospital again attracted the attention of the monks and soldiers. History may not have changed so much, but it is still changing. It's just how much it changes and whether it affects people. That's all for the master grid.

Yamabuchiri's report from the captain was called back, and it was obvious that Shizheng was not happy with the report, but the person in front of him obviously didn't understand.

A mission is still a mission, this is a blind spot of Yamabuchi Kunihiro, it will take time for him to understand that's all.

Song Si looked at the sword in his hand, and every time he went out to protect himself well, Shizheng would give him one or two swords as a reward.

This sword has a yellow scabbard and a red ribbon, it is a gorgeous sword.

National treasure.

Song Si's hand lightly touched the handle of the sword, and the spiritual power slowly released from Song Si's hand, surrounding the sword.

The halo dissipated, and the man in the cassock stared at Song Si firmly with cyan eyes, with a trace of firmness in his eyes, and even knelt down on one knee when he first saw Song Si, releasing all his loyalty .

"I'm Yaki Hasebe. As long as it's my lord's order, I'll do it for you no matter what."

Song Si stood up, walked to Yaqie Hasebe's side, looked down at the man, and finally tapped Yaqie's shoulder with two fingers: "Get up, there is no need for such rules here."

"Ah, Oda Nobunaga's knife?" Song Si looked up and down Hasebe, and found that the man's figure froze for a moment when he heard the name Oda Nobunaga.

"If possible, I would rather you call me Hasebe than Yaki. Because that name comes from the barbaric behavior of the former owner."

Song Si glanced at Yaki Hasebe with great interest, probably this is the first time Honmaru has hated the original master so much.

"Changgubu and California Qingguang were incorporated into the first unit, and Wuhu Tui and Xiaoye Zuowenwen were withdrawn from the first unit to be determined." Song Si raised his hand and looked at the man kneeling down on one knee. It was obvious that he This move made Yaki Hasebe feel a little happier in an instant.

It's not about accommodating anyone, it's just that the first team is often used as an overlord, and the strongest one must be replaced, so as to ensure that the damage is minimized, and the range of his body's endurance is also reduced a lot.

"Get up."

When Yasube was going out, he suddenly turned his head to look in Song Si's direction: "What kind of food do you like?"

"..." With his slender fingers, he lightly tapped on Yamabuki Kunihiro's report, Song Si narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his head.

After the press and cutting Hasebe came, he took care of all the affairs, including the kitchen. For the arrival of the press and cut Hasebe, California Qingguang expressed his attitude of absolute welcome.

The finished Daifuku exudes a slight sweet smell, which can be smelled through the food plate. The five tigers stand aside and hold the tiger's eyes and watch eagerly. Pulled the hem of the press-cut Hasebe.

"Mr. Hasebe, can you let me deliver it?" There was a bit of pleading and expectation in the child's eyes, and he cut Hasebe's hand, without saying anything, just put the food plate in the child's hand .

There was a light in the white-haired child's eyes, and he thanked Yaki Hasebe sweetly, which made Yaki Hasebe a little at a loss.

This is the first time I have seen such an intuitive thank you. Looking at the little back holding the food plate away, there is a little smile in Hasebe's eyes.

Knocking on the door, I saw Song Si who was sitting at the table and watching the report. He dragged the food plate and gently stepped forward, put the food plate in front of Song Si, and obediently stood aside.

The child stood there quietly, until Song Si put down the report in his hand, and then moved forward.

"what's up?"

The little tiger sleeping soundly in the little nest here at Songsi seemed to smell the smell of his original owner, and jumped two steps into Wuhutui's embrace.

The five tigers retreating with the little tiger in their arms seemed to have gained a lot of confidence: "Are you pulling me out of the first unit because I'm not strong enough?"

The five tigers' retreat doesn't really care whether they are in the first team or whether they can play, but after all, being in the army is a kind of recognition by Song Si.

"Yes." Song Si twisted a piece of Dafu and put it in his mouth, looked at the child's unconvinced eyes, and looked at the wound on his wrist that was still bandaged.

Seeing what the child wanted to say, Song Si swallowed the blessing in his mouth: "When you become strong enough to protect yourself from harm, I will join you in and out of the formation."

"If I don't fight to improve my experience, I will never become stronger." The child raised his head and answered seriously, his white hair shaking in the air.

Song Si put the remaining Dafu aside, and opened the door when he reached the door: "Come with me."

There was no one on the practice field, and it was not time for training camp, Song Si pulled out the knife from his sleeve: "This morning, Sanriyue tied with me."

"If you can." Song Si discarded and caught the knife in his hand, then twirled it in his hand: "I'll replace the three-day moon, and you take it."

The child looked at the master with murderous intent in front of him, and paused. He was no match for the man in front of him.

The five tigers retreated and hugged the little tiger on top of their heads, their eyes were slightly red, they refused to admit defeat, they didn't want to admit defeat, but they had to admit defeat.

Song Si sighed, put the knife back in his hand, and stretched out his hand to smooth the child's messy hair from running just now: "Short knives have high agility but low lethality, so I choose to cultivate your lethality."

The child raised his head suddenly, the doubts in his eyes were even more serious, Song Si picked up the short knife that was on the ground, and quickly chopped the scarecrow in front of him into several pieces: "This is my purpose."

It was the first time for Song Si to explain so much to someone, but he didn't know if the child's little brain could understand what he meant, but he didn't want to explain too much, so he just pinned Wu Hutui's body to the child's waist.

When he turned to leave, he heard the child say hello softly, and the corners of Song Si's mouth twitched slightly.

"I really admire your ability to tell nonsense with your eyes open." Turning the corner, I saw San Riyue standing at the corner.

Song Si glanced away at Sanriyue: "How do you know I'm lying?"

Sanriyue was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled softly: "I am getting old, old man, and my ears are not getting better."

Sanriyue, who was the first to leave, heard a slight movement from behind. The person behind him suddenly started to cough, his voice was a little hoarse. It didn't sound very good, but when he turned his head to look, the person covered his mouth with a handkerchief. He turned his head with his mouth open.

He wanted to go forward, but suddenly stopped, San Riyue turned and left, he knew that the person behind him didn't like to be seen as uncomfortable and vulnerable.

Sanriyue turned her head and went to look for Hasebe, who said, "Old man, when I passed by the door of the master today, I seemed to hear the sound of coughing inside the door. I must have caught a cold."

Looking at Hasebe who was eagerly leaving, Mikazuki Zongjin's eyes flashed a smile, picked up the tea that Hasebe had just brewed, and sighed a long sigh, a little regretful: "Newcomer .”

Zheqie Changgubu's footsteps were a little anxious, almost trotting to the front of Song Si's door, when he knocked on the door, Song Si was walking out with a plate of food, Zheqie Changgubu saw Song Si, but he couldn't stop Hold the pace.

Originally thinking that they would bump into each other, Song Si turned around lightly, watching helplessly as Hasebe hit the door.

"..." The corners of Song Si's mouth twitched, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Hasebe pressed himself from the door, walked up to Song Si, looked Song Si up and down, but found that the person in front of him was fine, his face was reddish, and he looked healthy.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe paused, and said: "Listen to what Sanriyue said, you have a cough and some worries."

Song Si seemed to recall the tightness in his chest at that time, turned his head and lied calmly to Hasebe, "Oh, I choked on my own saliva."

Press-cut Hasebe: "..."

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This kind of excuse was obviously too sloppy, but Yaki Hasebe couldn't say anything to refute it.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe stretched out his hand and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Honosuke who was rushing over: "Master, the retrograde army has already conducted a second operation, and the scale is huge. Please observe it."

Changes in Honnoji Temple.

Song Si looked at the thick black mist covering the screen, for some reason, Foxnosuke keenly smelled the excitement on Song Si's body.

Totally inappropriate sentiment in this situation.

Honosuke raised his head to look at Song Si, but found that the man was lowering his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Every time he went out of the battle, the original owner's own vitality would be consumed. Why did he feel happy in this situation?

I don't know and I don't understand. From the beginning, Fox Nosuke found that it couldn't understand his current master.

Song Si looked at Zhang Gubu, who was waiting at the door.

"What do you think?" Song Si raised his eyebrows, as if he was very interested in Hasebe's reaction, half a moment later, under the strong disgust of that person, he saw bits and pieces of worry.

That Hasebe, who was always talking about hating the original owner, still had a knot in his heart that couldn't be solved.

After half a day, Yaki Hasebe lowered his head, smiled slightly, as if he was talking like a passer-by, put his hand on his chest, showing the white wrist between the glove and the cuff, dizzy: "Should be fired Those who devour should not live until later."

Song Si's eyes shrank, and the overwhelming fire in his memory seemed to rush towards his face again. Song Si could even feel the heat wave coming, his throat was a little itchy, and Song Si's voice was hoarse: "Got it, let's go down."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Song Si sneered mockingly.

Every person who died was missed. He died, and there was probably no one to bury him.

Pursing his lips, Song Si found that his lips were so dry that they were a little peeling. He gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and tasted the fishy-sweet taste that penetrated into his mouth most often these days.

"Give it to me..." He turned his head to call for someone, only to find that Foxnosuke had already left to inform the battle, Song Si was the only one left in the room, and the surrounding was so quiet that Song Si could even hear his own faint breathing.

Loneliness comes overwhelming at this moment, like the erosion of the night, which cannot be refused.

Standing up, walking to the door, just touching the doorknob with your hand, but shrinking back, so what if you open it?It's better to be here alone quietly.

Song Si licked the wound on his lips, like a comforting beast, curled up in a corner, buried his head between his knees, and gently patted his other arm with one hand , Song Si closed his eyes.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wu Hutui's small head was pulled at the door, he ran in quietly, then stretched out his hand, imitating Song Si's appearance, and gently patted Song Si's back.

"When did you come here?" Song Si raised his head, turned to look into the clear eyes next to him, Song Si was slightly shocked by the worry in that, and opened his mouth, but found that he was inexplicably questioning, so he closed it Mouth.

The child blinked his eyes, and then answered Song Si's question obediently: "Just now, there is no time for a cup of tea." The disgust Song Si thought he would get was broken by the child's obedient voice.

"Really?" Song Si hugged the child into his arms, felt the scorching temperature of the child's body, and tightly wrapped his arms around the child: "Are you blaming me for not letting you out?"

The child shook his head, muttering in a low voice, Song Si coughed twice, and smiled softly: "Little liar."

The master's voice was a bit hoarse, and the gas sprayed in his ears when he breathed, making it a little itchy. Wu Hu retreated and twisted his body, then nodded obediently: "It was a little uncomfortable at first."

He is really an honest kid who doesn't know how to lie.

He got up, hugged the child into his arms, shook the child's buttocks, and heard a burst of giggling laughter: "Crackling nest itch."

Song Si carried the child on his back, threw the little tiger onto the child's shoulder, and walked under Wanyeying.

There was a person by his side, he pushed open the door, and there was a living person beside him, distracting his attention from the fire, and his mood seemed to have changed a lot.

Time has changed, Song Si still can't forget the fire that day.

The heavy weight on his back brought Song Si back to his senses. He stepped on the old place, jumped lightly onto the thick tree trunk, put the five tigers aside, and then said nothing, just sat quietly with.

This is the first time Wuhutui has climbed so high. Looking down from the height, Wuhutui saw the whole shape of the benwan, which was very spectacular. He gestured the distance from Song Si's room to his own.

Very short, from his position, that is, the distance of a finger.

Wu Hutui, who discovered this, hummed a song in a good mood, an unknown tune.

The child's delicate voice rang in his ears, Song Si turned his head to look, the child stopped singing, and gave Song Si a shy smile.

"Did I disturb you?" Song Si saw his figure in those pure eyes, and he shook his head: "Continue."

The minor tune sounded in his ears again, not really a minor tune, but rather a casual hum, but Song Si thought it sounded good unexpectedly, closed his eyes, and leaned against the tree behind him.

"Say, what are you doing now, my lord?"

Blue veins popped up on Yamabuki Kunihiro's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Hasebe, this is the eighth time you've come out and said it, and it's been less than 10 minutes since you entered this time."

Zha Gubu closed his mouth, and also felt that he was a little noisy today. He faced the original owner for the first time in battle. Zha Gubu took a deep breath of air, but he still felt a little breathless. It's stuck in my chest, I can't go up or down, it's very uncomfortable.

Oda Nobunaga will be here soon, facing his own death in the sea of ​​fire. Although that person did not succeed in the end, he lived a brilliant life.

California Qingguang turned his head to look, but saw that Hasebe's complexion was a little ugly. He reached out and patted Hasebe's shoulder lightly as a kind of comfort.

Hasebe pursed his lips, and nodded in response: "According to the logic, the change of the Honnoji Temple has not yet happened, and the purpose of the retrograde army's appearance now should be Mitsuhide Akechi."

Shanchengguo, Taguasu, Qijokou, Kyoto.

Amano Genemon saw [-] or [-] early-rising farmers, his brows were furrowed. Our army was about to arrive here, and there must be something wrong with these people suddenly getting up early and farming.

Amano Genemon stretched out his hand and waved half the salary lightly, and the soldiers behind him understood the meaning, pulled out the sword pinned to their waists, and walked forward slowly.

As soon as they reached the edge of the farmer, before the sword crossed the scout who was disguised as a farmer without any equipment, he saw the farmer raised his head.

"What is this?!"

The ghost is not like a ghost, it has the shape of a human, but the hostility emanating from the whole body makes Amano Genemon understand that the visitor is not good.

The movement of the retrograde army was very fast, and almost in an instant, five or six members of the advance investigation team who had not reacted were killed by the knife.

The incident happened too fast, and the combat power was reversed in an instant. Amano Genemon was mainly sent by Akechi Mitsuhide to investigate the situation ahead this time, so he did not bring enough combat power.

California Qingguang looked at the surrounding situation, stretched out his hand and tightly held the red handle of the knife, and walked out from behind the hiding place.

There is no need to worry about historical figures noticing their identities anymore, the retrograde army has arrived here earlier, and killed and replaced the eyeliner of Oda Nobunaga who was originally disguised as a farmer.

The four of them stood side by side in front of Amano Genemon, and moved their swords across their chests in unison, in such a tacit understanding that Amano Genemon looked sideways.

This time the current retrograde army does not have a large sword, but mostly belongs to the series of short swords and fighting swords. It is much easier to deal with, and Amano Genemon's original subordinates responded and assisted, and the form was reversed again.

When the retrograde army in front of him was all reduced to ashes, Amano Genemon looked at the few people in front of him, and his words were guarded: "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

California Kiyomitsu raised a smiling face at Amano Genemon, raised the sword in his hand, pointed to the sky, and said in a serious manner: "The partner of justice, the messenger of demon slayer."

Kunihiro Yamabuchi ended the questioning of Genemon Amano with "Breaking Up", as if he was really just a passing partner of justice, and left the place in a few flashes.

"Strange person." Amano Genemon was a little puzzled. The timing of these people's appearance was too ingenious. It was said to be a coincidence but it was not. A farmer looked at the leader.

The guards around Oda Nobunaga only met a few times, but I remember them, but what are those things that turned into ashes after being killed?

Is it really like the man with the braids said, is it a ghost?

"Has there been any changes in history?" Sanriyue pulled out a flower in the air from the body in her hand, and put it back into the scabbard.

The bell on Fox's chest projected the information on the ground. The main line on it was not marked in red. Fox shook his head: "No, everything is normal."

"But the retrograde army is still lurking around here. Unless they take the initiative to show up, our system will not be able to detect the specific location. Please stay in this world until after the change of the Innoji Temple."

Foxosuke put away the bell, looked at the surrounding environment, and jumped onto the head of Kami Kiyomitsu.

The place where the retrograde army may appear is also the place where the key person: Akechi Mitsuhide is.

"It seems that the next place should be Guichuan." Mikazuki Zongjin squinted his eyes and looked not far away, smiling gently: "I have to stay here for a month, Yamabukiri, do you have enough money for tea? "

Butterflies of cherry blossoms fluttered in front of Song Si, and text messages from another plane bloomed in front of him. He tilted his head and looked at Wuhutui next to him: "Recently, you may only be able to eat boxed lunches."

Song Si got up and jumped off the tree, and stretched out his arms to the five tigers who were sitting there dangling their calves.

The child paused, not knowing why, but the little tiger beside him took the first step, jumped down from the tree, jumped into Song Si's arms, and after a lot of tossing, he obediently lay on Song Si's shoulders.

The child blinked and blinked, a little at a loss. Song Si was on a relatively high branch, and there was a distance to jump down. If Song Si didn't catch him, it would be impossible for him to fall to the ground without breaking his bones.

Song Si didn't say a word, just quietly stretched out his arms, not in a hurry, the child closed his eyes at last, and finally jumped down.

Being taken into his arms and smelling the faint smell of tea, Wu Hutui's face turned red, he climbed off Song Si's body, smiled shyly at Song Si, and said thank you.

Looking at the child's innocent but trusting face, at that moment, Song Si felt that it might be a good suggestion to have someone by his side.

chapter12

"Bulb?" Song Si put down the book in his hand, looked at Xiao Ye Zuo's text in front of him, and the little bandit nodded: "There are ghosts inside."

ghost?

Where did the ghost come from in this world, Song Si closed the book and stood up: "Lead the way, I'll go and have a look."

Before he came to the front, he heard the sound of the five tigers backing away, startled and startled. The white-haired child hugged the little tiger, wrapped the blanket around his body and shivered.

Song Si raised his head and looked at the roof of the children. There was indeed a black shadow dancing inside the light bulb, but because he hadn't cleaned the light tube for a long time, he couldn't see what was inside.

Under the illumination of the light, the black shadow is infinitely magnified, and under the white