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

When Song Si heard this, he sneered, and the sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Well-being for the rest of my life?

These words are simply ridiculous. Everyone in this pill needs to rely on his existence to survive. What protection?

"Yeah." Song Si smiled contemptuously, and the oily water at his feet screamed there, presenting the truth in front of Song Si even more.

The corners of Mikazuki's mouth twitched slightly, Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro is still young after all, in this matter of Honmaru, everyone needs to know who is protecting that side, but after all it is a young man with a lot of enthusiasm.

Ushiwakamaru began to run out of the temple frequently, went to Song Si's side, looked at Song Si eagerly, and occasionally showed the sword ability he had learned in the temple recently in front of Song Si, and even played some simple tunes.

As long as he was free, he would always see Song Si, as if he had made an appointment a long time ago.

In the eyes of Song Si, the sword technique is full of holes, but Niu Ruo is proud of it. He is proud of his growth.

"Raise your hands up, don't turn your body to one side." Song Si lay on the branch with high ears, holding a leaf in his mouth, teaching casually.

Ushiwakamaru looked at the tall trees, and then at the wooden sword in his hand, which had no fighting power, and the corner of his mouth twitched, not very happy.

When will he be able to match that one and stand at the same height?

Ushiwakamaru thought to himself, it's probably impossible, that person was born with an insurmountable feeling, Ushiwakamaru lowered his head in frustration.

Song Si didn't quite understand what Niu Ruowan was doing now, the child's temper made Song Si unpredictable and uncertain.

The child never said anything directly, but asked Song Si to do the guessing thing he disliked the most. After a long time, Song Si also committed the same crime. He just closed his eyes and waited for the group of eyesless things to find him. Come up the door.

Minamoto Yoshitsune is one of the pillars of this era. The retrograde army will not set such a good target. This child has not yet fully grown up, and he can be grasped in the palm of his hand. If there is no sword man, he will be beaten. The existence of killing.

The leaves rustled, and Song Si's ears twitched slightly. Looking at Kunihiro Yamabashi, who was sitting not far away, seriously studying the materials of this era, he raised his eyebrows.

It is nonsense to want to protect him with such weak vigilance.

The appearance of the retrograde army broke Ushiwakamaru's depression. Those dangerous swords had a fishy smell in their mouths. Ushiwakamaru looked at the wooden sword in his hand. The obvious gap of invincibility made Ushiwakamaru hope Wingly looked at the man on the tree.

But the man didn't move at all, his eyes were still closed, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all.

This made Ushiwakamaru understand that he can only rely on himself in the face of danger, and it is unwise to rely on others.

Yamabuki Kunihiro stared closely at the marching army, and was about to get down from the tree, but was caught by Song Si: "It's not time yet."

The wooden sword in his hand was split several times, and fell down the wall of the temple by the force of the retrograde army's sword again, and Ushiwakamaru's face was scratched in many places.

"Ah—" Song Si heard the child's unyielding momentum and shouted. He, who has been well protected all the time, understands the difficulty of this era.

When the sword was not far from his head, Ushiwakamaru resigned to his fate and closed his eyes. This was the first time he faced life and death so close.

The roar of that disgusting thing pierced Ushiwakamaru's eardrums before it died. When Ushiwakamaru opened his eyes again, Ushiwakamaru saw that the throat of the marching army in front of him was pierced by a small knife. Slowly disappearing into ashes, the knife hit the ground with a thud.

The rest of the marching army was quickly beheaded by several swords, and Niu Ruomaru heard Song Si's faint voice: "You should go back." It was the same low voice as usual, without any trace of the killing just now.

Niu Ruomaru carefully picked up Song Si's sword from the ground: "Can you give this to me?" Song Si had a lot of knives, so he nodded, and the child put the knife in his sleeve, trotted and disappeared .

"Are you teaching him to grow up?" Kakiri Hasebe asked, looking at Ushiwakamaru's small back.

Song Si pursed his lips and didn't answer, but Sanriyue suddenly smiled, probably that person was not teaching Niu Wakamaru the life and death brought about by this uneven era, but had remembered a grudge, that day Uwakamaru was in front of him Always praising his mother, this brought great dissatisfaction to Song Si.

After all, that person is not so kind.

Song Si got up, he looked into the wall of the Kurama Temple, and squinted at a Buddhist monk, the Buddhist beads in his hand were spinning in his hand, turned his head to look at the direction Niu Wakamaru ran, and made a Buddhist salute to Song Si, Then he turned and left.

"You guys go back, I'm going somewhere." Song Si picked up the package he had prepared earlier, and said to the remaining few people. He turned around and disappeared, leaving a few people looking at each other. They have seen willfulness before, but every time they are thrown away without any explanation, they still have some knots in their hearts.

Song Si was still standing in the gap. He was wrapped in huge and thick clothes. His hands, face and even his head were tightly wrapped. When he looked carefully last time, he saw the green area. After this desert, what else is there.

The wind tore Song Si's clothes, pushing Song Si forward, the sand was blowing on his eyes, and it hurt.

With the arrival of twelve hours, Song Si's body began to be unable to withstand the pressure of time and space distortion, and was thrown on the sand by a violent wind. The heavy clothes gave Song Si great protection, but the scorching temperature still caused Song Si's discomfort was relieved.

The coughed up blood slid down the corner of his mouth, but Song Si didn't have the time to wipe it off. He no longer had the strength to wipe it off. Now he had to race against time to get out of this desert.

It was a forest, Song Si vaguely saw the scene in front of him, and he arrived soon, when he crossed another boundary, Song Si slammed forward.

Trying to support his body, Song Si stumbled under a big tree. He suddenly remembered the cherry blossom tree in Honmaru. The cherry blossoms will bloom in a few days. When he finds out, he will go back and have a look. .

But now he was too tired, Song Si didn't even have the strength to mobilize the spiritual power back to the original pill, he told himself, just sleep for a while, just for a while.

The knife emblem bell in the sleeve slipped out of the sleeve, and there was a jingle, very clear.

When he woke up again, Song Si saw the enlarged faces of Wu Hutui and Xiao Yezuo. For a moment, he had the illusion that he was in a dream. He heard the child's worried voice: "Are you feeling better?"

Song Si coughed twice, and was supported by Five Tigers to sit up: "Where am I?"

Yaken Toshiro came in with a medicine bowl, and answered Song Si's question: "General, you are now in the area of ​​our expedition. Tofu didn't notice the time and space distortion of your arrival, but you rang the summoning bell of Yamato Shou'an, We just knew you were coming."

Xiaoye Zuowen sat beside Song Si, holding Song Si's hand tightly, the child's warm little hand brought Song Si back to his senses, he looked at his hands, the numb feeling made Song Si's temples hurt It's amazing.

So, in fact, the area where all the troops came out was actually in the same space, Song Si pursed his lips slightly, and smiled at Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen, with a rare and pleasant expression.

Song Si had a plan in mind, if the historical pillars like Ushiwakamaru were transferred to the space-time area of ​​the second unit, then after the hole was created, the spare time left by Shizheng to repair the parallel space...

Thinking of this, Song Si's mood improved a lot, even looking at the medicine bowl Yaken Toshiro held in his hand, he didn't feel so aggrieved, and he didn't ask for sweets as a reward after gulping it down.

Five Tigers Tui and Xiao Ye Zuowen entangled Song Si and did not leave for half a step. There was no feeling of expedition at all. Instead, it seemed to be in Honmaru. The three of them were nesting there. Song Si was holding a book in his hand, and Yaoken Fujishiro was standing at the door , these people seem to be very heart-warming.

"What did your latest investigation reveal?"

Yamato Shou'an stood at the door and wanted to ask Song Si a lot of questions, such as why there was blood on the corner of his mouth, and why he was wearing such heavy clothes when he came here, but Song Si took the conversation away, pursed his lips, and truthfully reported the recent The peace in this area is in stark contrast to the situation on Yamabuchi Kunihiro's side.

"That is to say, you almost all chose to retreat when you encountered a large number of retrograde troops?" Song Si frowned, and his tone was harsh, which caught Yamato Shou'an off guard. He lowered his head, his eyes dim.

There are indeed too few retrograde troops here this time, and they have indeed relaxed their vigilance. This is a fatal injury to a combat force.

Song Si coughed twice, his throat was uncomfortable, and he didn't bother to say anything more, Wu Hu retreated and patted his back with his small hand, he leaned his neck and said to Song Si: "Master, I miss you gone."

The child was a little shy when he said this, but when he looked at Song Si, his eyes were full of joy.

Even though he is a very cold person in the eyes of others, in his eyes, his master is the best master in the world.

Song Si hummed, but didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to touch Wu Hutui's head, Yamato Shou'an paused slightly, he was a little at a loss, he had never led others to the battlefield, so his hands and feet With fear.

"Fear, this kind of thing." Song Si took the clear water from Zuowenzi's hand from Xiao Ye, and moistened his throat: "It's just because you still have a way out. If you have no way out and can only face the enemy, this kind of thing will be used." never existed."

When he was pushed to the front line and put together with a group of puppets in the gathering place of killers, he only had a knife in his hand. Life was a breakthrough, and death was also a breakthrough. Fear only Could be death.

Yamato Shou'an pursed his lips, held his hands tightly by his side, his body trembling slightly, he understood what Song Si meant, it was a very simple truth, "I understand."

The words were ingenious, Song Si raised his eyebrows, understanding and obedience are two concepts, but he couldn't find anything wrong, Song Si waved his hand: "Go down if you understand." When Yamato Shou'an walked to the door, Only then did Song Si think of something: "When I rest well, I will go back to Honmaru."

Yamato Moran Ding seemed to be relieved when he heard this. This person's aura was too great, which made him feel a little restrained. In fact, except when he first entered the Honmaru, that person made Song Si feel like he couldn't get close. a feeling of.

"So after returning to Honmaru, I will know all your actions clearly. If there is another situation of retreating at will, you can go to Daojiechi by yourself."

Daojie is to erase the traces of his existence in this pill. Shizheng is very smart. If Daojie is removed, except for the god judge, no sword will know that there is a sword that has been removed by Daojian. They all know it well.

Yamato Moran Ding liked the existence of Honmaru very much. He looked into Song Si's eyes, and the indifference there told him that Song Si was not threatening. Yamato Moran Ding pursed his lips: "It won't happen in the future."

Song Si looked at the birthday present that Wuhu returned to him at his feet without taking off the bowknot.

The little tiger howled and smirked at Song Si with an unknown liquid on the corner of its mouth. Song Si kicked the little tiger's butt in distaste. A cherry blossom butterfly flapped its wings and appeared on Song Si's fingertips. Slowly, butterflies floated around Song Si.

When he opened his eyes again, California Qingguang was standing at the mouth of the talisman array, with a bright smile on his lips, holding the prepared cloth in his hand, and stepped forward to gently support Song Si.

California Qingguang's strength is maintained very well, it won't make Song Si feel that all the strength of his whole body is supported by California Qingguang, but it can make him feel just right and comfortable.

A few lilies were planted in pots at the door and placed in front of Song Si's door, the fragrance came over, Song Si turned to look at California Qingguang, and said: "It's much more worry-free that you are your partner. "

California Kiyomitsu was stunned for a moment, and belatedly said: "Yamato Shou Anding has always been prudent in doing things, but he hasn't adapted to the life of Honmaru and the human body. When he adapts, he will do better than me."

"You have high expectations for him." Song Si sneered, but didn't say anything else. He took his arm out of Jia Qingguang's hand, walked straight to the inner room, and asked Jia Qingguang before entering the room: "What do you think?" How long should I give Yamato Shou'an?"

"It's fine after this time out." California Qingguang smiled and straightened his chest, as if he had a plan in mind. Song Si lightly glanced at California Qingguang with a smile in his eyes. He heard himself say: "If he If he hasn't grown up before the first battle, then you personally kill him."

California Qingguang's eyes flickered, and he felt a lot more relaxed when facing Song Si: "No problem."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, California Qingguang heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

That is his Yamato Anding, and they are Okita Souji's swords. What he can do, Yamato Anding will definitely be better than him, right?

He is so trusting in Yamato's peace and stability.

Song Si's departure gave Yamato Shou'an a chance to breathe. He looked at the tofu lying at his feet, pursed his lips, and looked at the members of his team who were eager for war: "Ready to go out."

He took out the sand from the desert from his sleeve, put the bottle into the machine beside him, the glass closed automatically and began to verify, Song Si looked at the composition of the sand, the degree of pollution in it was similar to that of the current city spell.

Song Si boldly speculated that a large amount of pollution in the sand came from the current city.

Shizheng is smart. If this kind of garbage is recycled into the parallel world they have created, they can still earn most of the fees. After all, in this era where no one is short of money, environmental cleaning can make a lot of money. The pen can also restrain their god judges in a certain area.

There was a knock on the door, and Song Si lightly transferred the sand in the glass cover to his sleeve, and flicked the screen, it was the scene of Yamato Shou'an coming out of battle.

When California Qingguang walked in, he looked at the screen in front of Song Si and smiled happily. This person's duplicity was the same as before, and he kept emphasizing that he should solve the war and keep the peace, but he still cared after all.

Yamato Shou'an's commanding ability was shown on the screen, and the wonderful arrangement made California Kiyomitsu who was watching the battle couldn't help applauding, but seeing Song Si's overly calm expression, it seemed that he was making a fuss.

"He's doing a good job, isn't he?" California Qingguang asked.

Song Si was not surprised at all, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly: "It's within expectation."

"That's why you appointed him who just arrived in Honmaru as the captain." The muffled sound of Song Si's subordinates brought Jia Qingguang back to his senses, which was unexpected for him.

Everything seemed to be in the hands of this man, Qingguang suddenly felt a sense of pride that this kind of strategist was his master, Qingguang threw his pigtails: "It's really cool to have you as my master." An honor."

Song Si's hands snapped. He is not a good master. He is a guy who can sacrifice others for himself at any time. Although he has killed bad people, he has also killed many good people because of compulsion.

He's a real villain.

Song Si closed his eyes, and he turned the chair to the back, facing the expectant California Qingguang. For the first time, Song Si found that he could not face these bright eyes.

They are good, but he doesn't want to stay in this little hommaru anymore, he wants to go back to his world, meet more people, face more emotions, be able to talk and laugh, this is his only wish.

Song Si thought to himself, don't expect so much from me, I will abandon you in the end.

California Qingguang clapped his hands: "Today I made oden, do you want to try it?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Si's response, he went to the kitchen to serve it on his own initiative.

What is different from the past is that this time I cooked a lot of Oden in California, and I brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks: "Seeing that I have cleaned up the main ball so clean recently, I am still cute, can I come with you What about dinner?"

Jia Qingguang, who was holding the bowl and chopsticks, stood aside obediently, and looked at Song Si with wide eyes, looking unusually obedient.

"You've already made your own decision, and you still ask me what to do?"

California Qingguang understood that this was a promise, and knelt and sat on the other floor of the tatami, giggling silly, holding the serving chopsticks and couldn't stop picking things for Song Si until the small bowl was full.

The corner of Song Si's mouth twitched, and the veins on his forehead tensed up: "California Qingguang, if you put fattening meat in my bowl again, I'll kill you!"

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