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

Mikazuki Zongjin was stunned for a moment, what he said was a bit subtle, thinking of the words of Foxnosuke before, it made Mikazuki Zongjin have some bad associations.

You don't need to eat, you won't grow taller, it's like staying in a certain period of time and never growing again.

"What kind of life did you live in the past?" Sanri Yue Zongjin asked, with some shock and concern in his lowered eyes.

Song Si pursed his lips, thinking of those dark days, the time spent in blood: "The days when the knife edge licked blood."

The air condensed for a while, leaving only Sanri Yue Zongjin's sigh, and there was nothing left. Turning to look at Song Si, San Riyue saw the indifference on that face, as if there was nothing but nothing. There will be ripples in that person's heart.

But yesterday Mikazuki Zongjin did see the subtle change in that person's face when Ushiwakamaru talked about his family relationship.

A child who grew up in an environment without love is already too sad, like a mass of ashes, which can no longer be ignited. As one of the five swords in the world, Sanri Yuezong is enshrined, and it is considered loved by some people, but this child But never had any love.

Licking blood with knife edge, in the now peaceful age, this kind of day is a concept of fear, because of peace, this kind of killing day will be infinitely magnified and become an insurmountable fatigue.

"Hahaha, but milk is also good for your body." Sanri Yuezong nearly diverted the topic, and pushed the milk towards Song Si.

The milk had a fishy smell that Zi Song Si didn't like, but the heat was just right. The slightly hot taste slid down from the throat to the stomach, and the whole person became warm.

Almost all of his head was buried in the small quilt, and when Song Si raised his head, the milk around his mouth looked like a child with a white beard pretending to be a grandfather.

Sanriyue laughed twice, handed the handkerchief in front of Song Si, and pointed to the corner of her mouth.

Song Si was taken aback, but he was not too polite. After wiping off all the milk stains from the corners of his mouth, he casually returned the handkerchief to San Riyue's hand. Looking at the stains on the handkerchief, San Riyue raised his eyebrows.

"The main hall?" There was an exclamation from behind, and he turned his head to see that the remaining three people were barely getting out of bed. Hasebe's hair hadn't been straightened out, and the tied-up hair was very conspicuous.

Song Si stood up, pointed at the foreheads of several people, then got up and left the place, only a few people were left watching San Riyue smiling gently there.

Recently, the appearance of the main hall has become more and more uncertain, which makes the swordsmen a little uncertain. If they stay here, they will find no one every day. If they leave here, they will still appear from time to time. in front of them.

As soon as Song Si went out from the door, he attracted many people's attention. The blue kimono made Song Si's cheeks paler, and with his delicate face, he looked more like a living doll.

Many people wanted to go forward and say a word or two to Song Si, but flinched suddenly when Song Si turned his head to look at them.

The indifference in those eyes was so terrifying that people couldn't help being afraid, but when they backed away, the gaze faded, which made people breathe a sigh of relief.

When I went to look for that person again after my breath stabilized, I found that the exquisite doll had disappeared long ago, but it made others sigh for a long time.

Ushiwakamaru staggered and was dragged forward by Tokiwahara, and couldn't stop asking, "Mother, where are we going?"

The steps were so long that there was no end in sight. Ushiwakamaru looked at the indifferent mother in front of him and had a bad feeling. After hearing the sentence "You will not have a mother from now on." After that, Ushiwakamaru Wakamaru confirmed his hunch.

He cried to his mother not to abandon him, and asked him if he had done something wrong. He pulled his mother's sleeve, and his eyes were full of reluctance and reluctance.

Tokiwahara pulled away Ushiwakamaru's hand tremblingly, looked at the crystal tears on the child's face, finally made up his mind, and put the flute around his waist into Ushiwakamaru's arms: "From now on, let This flute will accompany you."

Song Si stood in the woods near the Kurama Temple, looking at Ushiwakamaru, who had vowed to protect his mother yesterday, burst into tears, cried, and wanted to leave with Tokiwahara, but was stopped.

When Chang Panyuan turned around, Song Si saw the same teardrops on Niu Ruomaru's face, but stepped up his pace. Song Si understood that if he didn't leave, Chang Panyuan might not be able to control himself from wanting to kill Niu Ruomaru. Wakamaru took it away.

When Ushiwakamaru was brought into the temple by the monks, Tokiwahara dared to look back at the empty temple gate, sighed, and felt unprecedented resentment for the injustice in the world.

Chang Panyuan turned around, wiped away the tears with the handkerchief in his hand, and pulled himself together. He was just about to face the cruel life, but before he could take half a step, he was captured by the ferocious retrograde army in front of him.

There was a bit of sadness in Tokiwahara's eyes, and he even closed his eyes obediently, not intending to resist, but heard the sound of swords colliding together, and when he opened his eyes, the half-long hair of the person in front of him flashed past his eyes .

Then came the unilateral massacre.

Song Si tapped his toes to the ground, and with the knife in his hand, he chopped off the heads of the marching soldiers in front of him one by one, but Tokiwahara didn't feel scary at all, because Song Si's killing was like a performance, so gorgeous that it couldn't be more beautiful.

When the sword arrived, the five or six marching troops had all been killed by Song Si, and Song Si looked at Yamabashi Kirihiro beside him: "It's too late."

Yamabasaki Kunihiro pulled the sheet with an annoyed look on his face, and he said, "Sorry."

Song Si helped up Tokiwahara who had fallen on the ground, and looked at Hasebe and Kasen Kanesada who were beside him: "Escort Madam back home."

The man used the word "Madame", Chang Panyuan's eyes widened slightly, he smiled wryly, and nodded to Song Si as a gesture of goodwill, that woman who was always tough, because of her red eye sockets became weak at that moment stand up.

Looking at Chang Panyuan's dirty handkerchief, Song Si pursed his lips, took out his own handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over, and pointed to Chang Panyuan's wrist, the bruise from falling on the ground just now had appeared. blood.

"Thank you." Chang Panyuan took the handkerchief and just turned around, when he heard Song Si's words, the voice was very small, but enough to reach Chang Panyuan's ears: "Your child will grow up very well in the future."

Tokiwahara's footsteps paused slightly, and when he took another step, Tokiwahara's footsteps became firmer. Although he didn't know the identity of that person, Tokiwahara somehow wanted to believe what he said.

Song Si looked at Yamabashi Kirihiro and Mikazuki Zongjin next to him: "You are guarding outside the Kurama Temple, the twelve hours are coming up, I need to go back."

Ushiwakamaru slept on the cold floor of the monastery, and it was very cold here at night, Ushiwakamaru couldn't sleep at all, and those words kept ringing in my ears when my mother left.

The flute in his arms was also cold, and Ushiwakamaru couldn't find any warmth from it at all, so he turned over abruptly, Ushiwakamaru's eyeballs were gurgling, he wanted to go back, back to his mother, at least he knew What happened made his mother abandon him.

Ushiwakamaru climbed up a tall tree, took a deep breath while looking down, stepped on the extra tree trunk carefully, but suddenly slipped under his feet, and closed his eyes subconsciously when he fell .

Ushiwakamaru opened his eyes without waiting for the expected pain, and he called out in surprise: "Master, why are you here?"

Song Si didn't answer Niu Ruomaru's words, but took out a windmill from his arms, and when the wind blew, there was a loud noise, Niu Ruowan stared closely at the windmill in Song Si's hand: "Send... Is it mine?"

Ushiwakamaru remembered something and was a little surprised: "So you came here to give me this."

Song Si didn't nod, but looked at the bamboo flute pinned to Niu Ruowan's waist. Niu Ruowan noticed Song Si's gaze and was a little disappointed: "I can't play this flute very well, not as good as my mother. .”

Holding the child's waist, Song Si tapped on his toes, jumped onto the roof beside him, untied the flute from Niu Ruowan's waist, and gently put it to his mouth.

The melodious sound of the flute came and spread leisurely in the air. I don't know if it was because the child was abandoned like him, and Song Si felt a sense of pity.

The sound of the flute was very bleak, Ushiwakamaru's eyes gradually turned red, and the windmill in his hand rang, which seemed a bit inconsistent with the sound of the flute.

"Your flute is really good." Ushiwakamaru said, he felt the feeling of loneliness from the sound of the flute. When there is no one to rely on, he needs to be strong, just like the people around him. .

Such a strong person, can...can you bring him back to his mother?

Song Si just looked at Niu Ruomaru quietly, put down the flute, and said good-bye lightly, and Sanri Yuezong, who was listening to their conversation carefully under the wall, paused with his hand holding the handle of the knife.

"I'll take you back when you are strong enough to ensure your mother's safety." Song Si asked Uiwakamaru: "Isn't that what your ideal is?"

Niu Ruomaru stopped at Song Si's words, and he looked down at the floor.

After a long time, Niu Ruomaru made a move, he buried his head in Song Si's arms.

The slightly trembling body in his arms made Song Si sigh, but he didn't push away the child who wiped all his tears on his new kimono. Soon, Song Si heard the sound of steady breathing.

"I think Mrs. Changpanyuan must be very grateful to you." San Riyue carried the child out of Song Si's arms, tapped on her toes, and brought the child back to her bedroom.

Turning over from the roof, Song Si saw Yamabuki Kirihiro standing there, holding the quilt with a firm expression on his face.

"Please wait for me to be strong enough, even if it is a fake, I will do my best to protect you forever."

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Seeing the death of the Qing Dynasty, please update it soon, the hand holding the cigarette trembles slightly, I haven’t seen you for a few days, your style of painting has become so fast...

Come, come, come, change back to the previous painting style [Daddy, you updated today, but you won’t update tomorrow, let’s take a rest] Brush up.