Demon Sword Man's Journey to Honmaru

"Well, it's almost done."

Yaodao looked at the photo of a memory stick in the camera, nodded in satisfaction, then touched his smooth chin, and murmured, "Should I send these to the God Judge Forum, or to the Fusangshen Forum?" Well, it’s still distributed in both places.”

"Well, let's send both of them!"

The boy clenched his fist with one hand, and silently made a decision that shamed the fusangshen of his home town for a month.

"Snapped."

Just as the boy made a decision silently, he tilted his head slightly, and a snowball flew past the boy's ear, hitting the wall behind him, leaving white snow trails.

"Ah! Tsurumaru-san, look, I almost hit the master!"

Natsuo with ponytail pointed accusingly at Tsurumaru whose face almost merged with the snow.

The snow-white young man seemed to blend in with the snow scene, only two sly golden eyes were very conspicuous in the snow, Tsurumaru spread his hands lightly, and defended himself with a rascal face: "My lord Who is it, how could it be possible to hit it?"

Suddenly, a snowball hit the back of Tsurumaru's head hard, and Hasebe's angry howl was accompanied by Tsurumaru's pain.

"Well, even if you know you can't throw it, you can't throw it! This is disrespectful to the Lord!"

Catao looked at Tsurumaru, who was in the middle of the red heart, and clapped his hands happily, "Oh! Hasebe Sang is so beautiful!"

"Hey hey hey! Cattail, you are still gloating!" Tsurumaru, whose face was covered with snow, touched the snowflakes on the back of his head, lowered his eyes, squatted down, grabbed the snow, and then With a hard throw, the white snowball flew out like a cannonball.

"Wow!"

Catfish exclaimed, sideways dodged the flying snowball, and looked accusingly at Tsurumaru who threw the snowball at him without saying a word, "Tsurumaru-san, it's not good to be angry from embarrassment!"

Afterwards, he took the snowball handed over by Gu Gu beside him and threw it.

On the side, he was admiring the snowman he built that was exactly like a certain boy, dreaming of cutting with xxoo's candlestick at night, light transparent water dripped from the corner of his mouth, but the snowball that the catfish dodged escaped with extremely high speed. The speed flew towards the snowman.

"Snapped!"

With a muffled sound, the snowball hit the snowman's head, and it collapsed in an instant accompanied by Candlestick's desperate expression.

"Ah! Tsurumaru-san, don't run away if you have the ability!"

"Huh? Those who don't run away are fools!"

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"Ha ha ha ha ha···"

Okuri and Taiko Bell next to Candlestick Kiri hugged each other, looking at Candlestick Kiri with a horrified face and let out a deep laugh, Taiko Bell brushed over the goosebumps aroused by the terrifying murderous aura, and murmured: " What happened to Guangzhong? It's scary."

Da Juli silently looked at the 'snowman' who had turned into a pile, and replied: "It's probably broken..."

Then he watched the candlestick cut step by step towards the two who were having a snowball fight.

"Bang!" A pair of big hands pressed directly on the cattail's head, and the candle holder said softly to the cattail's ear: "Hey, you two, how are you going to die?"

"Hey..." Feeling the terrifying grip on the head, like a machine without lubricating oil, he turned his head and saw the snowman destroyed by the snowball through the wide body of the candlestick. , the eyes suddenly changed, eyes that lost their dreams like a dead fish, the corners of the mouth twitched, and pointed to Tsurumaru in the distance, "That... this is not my fault, he threw the snowball."

"Oh?"

A flash of red light flashed in Candlestick Cut's eye that was not covered by the blindfold, and he moved his hand away from the cattail's head, ignoring the cattail that was put down and rolling on the ground covering his head, squatted down, and picked up a piece of catfish tail. Aim the snowball at a certain crane,

"If that's the case, don't worry about appearance!"

Candlestick cut Guangzhong: The real ball must kill.

"Ah!!! Guangzi, you actually..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: Slightly injured,

"Tsk, it seems we can't be merciful!" Touching the arm that was hit, Tsurumaru silently spat out old blood, and dozens of snowballs suddenly appeared on his hand,

"watch out!"

"Oh, just such a small trick."

Seeing the dozens of snowballs flying over, Candlestick glanced at his mouth with disdain, and dodged all the snowballs with a few dodges.

However, after escaping for a moment, several muffled sounds came from behind Candlestick Cut, followed by several screams of collapse,

Tsurumaru looked at the several snowmen collapsed by his own snowball and the murderous Fusangshen with a broken face, and closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

Tsurumaru: Seriously injured, the battle line collapsed.