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

Dolls are much more sensitive to other things than humans.

If Song Si's sixth sense is not wrong, and if this is really an illusionary plane used by Shizheng as an experiment, with the use of swords, one or two loopholes in Shizheng can always be found.

That Honmaru who was surrounded by Shizheng's protective cover, his every move would be monitored, if in other time and space, Song Si would not attract too much attention if he moved some hands and feet.

He died as soon as he died, and he didn't know anything when he closed his eyes anyway, but he survived, and even felt the beauty of living, so Song Si willfully didn't want to die anymore.

Five years is too short, Song Si thought to himself.

Walking on the street, those vendors walking around the streets shouting, those children holding one or two gadgets with smiles written on their faces, and showing off on both sides of the street, even if they are all just phantoms, they are more powerful than others. He lives better.

It doesn't need to go far. If you buy a horse, it will only take less than two days. Song Si will set a mark to return to Honmaru every time he travels. After twelve hours, he will set off again. Very strange desert.

The dividing line that Song Si couldn't pass divided the bustling city and the indifferent desert. The division was too deliberate, as if it was deliberate.

I'm afraid Shizheng never thought that there would be swords or god judges coming back here.

So Song Si's guess is right, it's just that the current affairs are not at ease, and the judges immediately enter the historical time and make corrections. Once there is a problem, even if the big wheel of history will be corrected, but too big changes cannot be changed as a whole. The Song Dynasty knows a little bit, and the current politics must also know it.

Crouching down, Song Si picked up some sand on the ground and submerged it finely, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and the smell of fresh blood appeared on the tip of Song Si's nose.

Sprinkle the sand from your hands into the ground, and the place where the sand touched just now turns blood red, like a burn wound.

Song Si chuckled, Shizheng still took protective measures after all, and if there were really interrogators who went to this area to investigate, they would definitely not be able to come back.

Seeing those illusioned influences pass through the thin barrier and then transmitted back in another area, Song Si smiled ironically.

The experimenter, the meaning of the experiment is fully reflected at this moment.

"Hello, do you want to buy some of these things?" A man in ragged clothes came from the side street, holding a basket full of rags in his hand, his eyes were burning, and the two children at his feet were also watery. His eyes were fixed on Song Si.

Song Si shook his head, and the child hugged his thigh. The man was startled, and hurriedly pulled the child off Song Si's body. He couldn't stop apologizing to Song Si, and was about to go somewhere else after pulling the two children. .

"Wait a minute." Song Si chuckled, the sarcasm in it was too obvious: "You can go, put down my purse."

The child's hand speed was really fast, and the purse around his waist was quickly put into his arms by that child. He had done this kind of thing before, and he knew everything inside.

Seeing that there was no sword pinned to Song Si's waist, the man bravely stepped forward two steps: "There is no reason to exchange what is in Lao Tzu's hands. Look at you, you are so delicate and tender. Who is the son of the troubled times, be careful not to be abducted by us to the small mansion, now that you go back, you will lose a share..."

"What's missing?"

The knife scratched the delicate skin on the neck, and the man's words were choked in his throat. Song Si smiled lightly: "It's just something that has been transformed to deceive people's attention. Why are you so fierce? Talk to me, you idiot."

Those who are in their area need to get into the circle of the assassinated, gagging, gambling and cursing have become Song Si's daily life, but it has been a long time since he has been rude, and Song Si suddenly has a feeling of nostalgia.

The man swallowed, feeling the threat of the knife on his neck while his throat was vibrating, he smiled at Song Si with cold eyes in a good temper: "For the sake of my two children, can you Let me go?"

Song Si turned his head and looked at the desert next to him, with a dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth, which forced the man to tremble a few times: "When you look at the side, what can you see?"

The man tried his best not to move his neck, and squinted in the direction Song Si was pointing at: "Several farmhouses are gone..."

The knife in Song Si's hand circled around in his hand and slipped into his cuff. He stretched out his hand and raised his eyebrows. The child who had just hugged his thigh hurriedly put the purse from his arms into Song Si's hand.

In fact, there was nothing valuable in the purse, except for the lily petals that the five tigers gave him personally, Song Si took out a small pen from his bosom, and put it into the child's bosom at a faster speed.

The child's eyes lit up, and he said thank you to Song Si, and was dragged away by the man.

Although they are only illusioned people and do not exist in the real world, they are still alive here.

Song Si looked at the dividing line that was divided, and was stunned. If he died after walking in like this, even if someone took over his Honmaru, someone would remember that he was here after all.

He couldn't stop walking towards that side, but was held by a delicate little hand.

Turning his head to look, he saw the face of another child just now. The child asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"

Song Si paused: "Go to the farmhouse over there."

The child's eyes grew fiercely, and he hugged Song Si's thigh tightly, not wanting Song Si to move a step: "It's very dangerous over there, you must not go there."

"It seems that you found something." Song Si raised his eyebrows, which was a surprise.

The child's eyes were full of horror: "Every time someone crosses the line from there, when they come back, they will become another person who has no memory outside."

Song Si squatted down to look at the child's face, and took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe the child's dirty face. When he saw the child's face, it was clean. Speaking of which, the child looked familiar.

Source Yoshitsune?

"Niu Ruo?" Song Si was a little uncertain, when he called out the child's name, he heard a loud "um", the child asked Song Si with a smile, "You actually know my name?"

I really didn't expect to meet this child here. The historical materials in Song Si's hands really have a period of time before Ushiwakamaru entered the temple, but there is a time when he was mixed with a group of ignorant people.

Song Si raised his eyebrows looking at the broken bamboo dragonfly in the child's arms, took out a knife, and took the child to sit next to the B&B not far away, and asked for water and meatballs.

Seeing the child gobble it up, Song Si thought of the five tigers retreating, and smiled softly.

The broken marks on the bamboo dragonfly were not very obvious, and it was obvious that the child cherished the bamboo dragonfly very much. His eyes were fixed on the movements of Song Si's hands. When the work was finished, he watched Song Si's hands put together, When the bamboo dragonfly flew into the sky, Ushiwakamaru raised a big smile.

"My father gave it to me, and I broke it." Ushiwakamaru held the bamboo dragonfly in his hand and smiled foolishly.

Song Si was taken aback, his eyes darkened.

Silly boy, that's not your father, that's your father-killing enemy.

Speaking of which, the child's smiling face was a bit like a retreat, but it was less shy and more lively, and the youthful vigor made Song Si's eyes slightly envious.

Maybe when doing these things for this child now, it may be for the tranquility of this little time and a smiling face from a young child with a childhood.

"Go back after eating the meatballs." Song Si stood up, put the knife back in his sleeve, and before getting on the horse, Song Si turned his head and took a look at the place where he was standing with his immature child: "Niu Ruowan, you Have a good mother."

That makes him envious of being able to give all of oneself to protect the mother's love of the child.

Minamoto Yoshitsune looked at Song Si's leaving back and tilted his head.

Because he is a major historical figure, he also pays more attention to the changes caused by the current affairs. The current affairs are much more interesting. Song Si curled his mouth slightly, looked at his somewhat stiff wrist, and smiled lightly.

Song Si went to a hidden place, lightly squeezed the formula and returned to the main pill, and stood in the center of the talisman. When he just opened his eyes, Song Si was panting, and this time he said a few words to the pillar of the world, Yoshitsune Minato, Counting the time, it has already exceeded twelve hours.

Supporting his body against the wall next to him, Song Si took a few deep breaths, and when he was in a trance, he staggered and fell forward, subconsciously closing his eyes, thinking that what he was touching was the cold floor, But he was gently supported by two hands.

"Are you okay?" California Qingguang's voice rang in his ears, and Song Si suddenly remembered that it had been three days, and California Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an should have returned.

Song Si used his strength to make himself stand firm: "When did you come back?"

"Just now." Yamato Shou'an worked hard to shift the weight of Song Si's body to this side: "Are you sick?"

"The wind and cold have not healed."

Song Si still blamed Feng Han for all his discomfort, even so, the corners of Song Si's mouth twitched the next day when he smelled the Chinese medicine for Feng Han.

The bitter taste of the strong Chinese medicine made Song Si frowned fiercely, and he even felt that this thing was weird and powerful: "I don't want to drink it, take it."

"But if you don't take medicine, your cold will never get better."

Two pairs of eyes, one red and one blue, stared closely at Song Si, and Song Si picked up the bowl awkwardly: "Go out, I can drink."

Song Si looked at the closed door, sighed, stood up and walked to the flower pot next to him, before he could go in, he saw the four little heads in the crack of the door, all staring closely Holding the bowl in Song Si's hand.

It was like waiting for Song Si to rush in the moment he poured out the medicine in the bowl and talk about it.

Song Si's hand froze.

The author has something to say:

Hmph, kissing without hugging is a hooligan!

Wow, your reminders are so gentle_(:зゝ∠)_The gentleness makes me think...stop...that.

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