There's something wrong with my game

The consciousness of the colorless king may be the only one among them who saw this scene.

He struggled crazily as if he sensed the threat from this group of Sword Fusangshen.

The damn bastard who sabotaged his plans multiple times from the start!

If it wasn't for him, this matter shouldn't have been so difficult in the first place. He and the Green King planned it very successfully... He is not reconciled to his failure, and it is worthless if he is not reconciled to death!

Sword Fusangshen stand with swords, surrounding the soul of the colorless king.

——What does a good friend want to do?

The data flow on the Dresden stone slab trembled slightly, as if caught in a dilemma.

It certainly can't break the rules, and good friends didn't either.But there seems to be something wrong with my good friend's current behavior...

The gods listen to the whispers of mortals and are confused by them.

Ueno Ryo waited for a while, but the Dresden slate behind him did not respond at all.

Its logic is not enough to study complex things, and if there is no violation of the rules, it will not take care of it if it kills the king.

"Go ahead."

Knowing the truth that talking too much will lead to loss, Ueno Ryo didn't say any nonsense to the colorless king.

The black-haired god judge walked up to the swords, looked at the pure consciousness of the colorless king, and said calmly, "You shouldn't exist here."

The swords were drawn out of their sheaths, including Jiang Xuezuo's words.

For him, this is not to do anything to others, but to clean up the dirt, and it will not be difficult to accept.

The tone of the black-haired god judge was crisp and neat, and he didn't even have the mood to negotiate or ask.

Shah.

Like piercing a piece of paper, the blade sank into the soul body, and everything fell into dead silence.

The soul and body of the colorless king shattered into dust without even having time to struggle.

The power of the Seventh King who had surrounded him completely disappeared, returning to the Dresden Slate.

"This enemy is too boring." Tsurumaru put away the knife, lacking in interest, "I didn't even create a scare."

This may be the most embarrassing way to die, which is different from what the colorless king imagined.

It has not been able to make an iota of contribution to its own plan, and no king has paid the price for it.

Ueno Ryo looked at it carefully for a while, and asked No. [-] to measure it before confirming that it was completely over.

The soul body of the Colorless King is destroyed, and he can no longer use the colorless power. His sword of Damocles will find a suitable host again.

The calf was rubbed by an invisible force, and Ueno gave a cold meal.

He lowered his head, and before he could say anything, he felt that this force was trying to approach him timidly.

good friend.

Rarely the other swords of Damocles aren't here...can I give you a hug?

"What is it?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga grasped the God-inspector's waist, lying on him like a boneless body, and was the first to notice it.

The white-clothed crane paused, with a bright smile on his face, but the black air behind him had already quietly climbed up.

If the black mist has any substance, it competes with another force and squeezes each other.

The two forces revolved around the black-haired boy, almost about to fight.

go away!Don't touch our lord!

You just have to go away!Don't touch my good friend!

Ueno Ryo moved uncomfortably, and sighed, "Tsurumaru, don't be so childish."

Carrying the large humanoid pillow on his back, he walked slowly to the side of the unconscious Silver King.

Ueno Ryo lowered his head and looked at the face belonging to Izanasha. Before he moved, the sword of Damocles of the Silver King appeared spontaneously.

Strength wrapped around his ankles like a kitten begging for cuddling.

The strength of the Silver King, like himself, is non-aggressive and gentle.

It wrapped around the black-haired god-inspector, like flowing water, clear and transparent.

Ueno Ryo looked at it for a while, then whispered, "Do you know the characteristics of the Silver King?"

"It doesn't change."

"This is the ability granted to him by the Dresden Slate. I don't know if it is useful for clan members."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused, and the expressions of the other swordsmen changed a little.

This unchanging feature, combined with the Lord suddenly explaining these things in such detail...what does it mean?

Press cut Hasebe was the first to speak, with a somewhat indescribable tone.

"What does your lord mean," he said, "do you want us to become the clan of the silver king?"

Only by becoming a clan can you have the characteristics bestowed by the king.

Although this unchanging characteristic cannot reverse the dark fall process, it can also alleviate and stop it.

Among them, the ones they were present were also the ones with the deepest fall.

As for the god judge who doesn't think they have a relationship other than cooperation, he wouldn't be surprised if he really had such an idea.

"Hey, can't you? It's impossible for the master to think like this."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still leaning on the master's shoulder, with a brisk tone, "Master, we don't want to be someone else's clan, whoever wants to go."

Even the swordsmen will not understand what clan members mean.

It is precisely because they understand that even if they are on the verge of falling, they will not change their choices.

The black-haired judge hesitated a bit, "Don't you want to?"

"I don't want to," Yiqi answered the words sharply, with a gentle but firm attitude, "As a sword with a master, it is impossible to serve two masters."

Wearing a military uniform, the young man with azure hair was gentle and handsome, with one hand clasped on his chest, saluting slightly that could not be refused.

Yiqi Yizhen's attitude towards the god judge was not like this at the beginning, and there is nothing to justify it. At that time... he really had more doubts.

But the current lord deserves to be treated by them at the risk of completely falling into darkness.

Ueno Ryo took a look, and they were very determined with each sword.

It's not that he will force others' character, so he can only agree, "Okay, then we will choose another method."

"Number one."

Standing quietly behind him all this time, a boy like a shadow came out.

The white-haired machine with soft hair stretched out its hand, and a black vortex appeared in the palm, which also used itself as a storage device.

Ueno Ryo stared at the silver-white power of the Silver King that was wrapping around his legs.

"Can you lend me some?" He whispered, "You and Colorless, can you share some with me?"

Cocoa!

of course can!

The colorless power jumped up, took the initiative to separate a part, and rushed towards No. [-]'s open palm.

The power jumps in in batches, the well-behaved ones are separated from the silver-white power, and the active ones don't need a good friend to worry about at all.

"Enough." Sensing that No. [-]'s pupils were slightly red, Ryo Ueno stopped him in time.

After all, what he made is just a container, not something that can be swallowed endlessly, just leave some for him to study.

"The power of the Silver King can be suppressed, I will try my best to find a way...to research it."

Ueno Ryo's purpose from beginning to end is very simple, to treat the dark fall as a disease.

The medicine that can be isolated from the silver king at present is similar to a medicine that can play a relieving effect.

Anyway, doing this in front of the Dresden slate, Ueno Ryo felt a little guilty.

The latter has been quietly watching all this.

In the consciousness of Dresden Slate, he is a friend who came to visit. If the little friend wants a gift, just give it to him.

Anyway, this is just a grain of sand in the ocean, and it has no effect on the Dresden stone.

——On the contrary, it is rather hopeful that the little friend will draw some more.

——It is really tiring to learn to restrain one's own strength every day. It is like a full bucket that cannot sway freely.

Ah, maybe it really can?

Ryo Ueno was still waiting for No. [-] to report his volume status when he felt his arm being touched.

He glanced slightly, and the colorless power entangled, slowly, although invisible, it really wanted to blend into his body.

Friends, do you want to be a king?

Do you want to receive a gift?

I give it to you!

For the Dresden slate, making a regal is easy.

It's just that the smallest power is a bit too weak, but it doesn't matter, it will become stronger if it is distributed a little more.

Ueno paused, and subconsciously refused, "No, no, no need!"

He refused from the bottom of his heart, "I think it's good for me to be a salted fish...no one should touch me."

He doesn't even want to be the judge of Honmaru, let alone the king.

Compare Zhou Fangzun, the third king, Rishi Munakata, the fourth king, and the second king, who now controls Feishiyuan.

Almost every king has a clan and also has the consciousness of becoming a king.

This does not include the Colorless King, and his ability is far behind other kings.

After Ueno Ryo refused, the colorless power paused before being aggrieved by the slate.

The colorless sword of Damocles qaq I think the king I chose is very good!

It left Ueno Ryo's side with some reluctance, but it seemed to have sensed something.

Before the black-haired judge could react, a force suddenly poured into his body, which had an indescribable meaning.

"Hmm!" The black-haired judge covered his neck in embarrassment, and pulled off the collar of his pajamas.

"Master?!" Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Tsurumaru supported the god judge who almost fell to the ground at the same time.

"I'm fine," Ueno Ryo slowly recovered, "Colorless...can you see it?"

Facing the swords, he tore off the neckline of his pajamas, revealing a large pale skin.

For the dead house, Ryo Ueno's physique is not good, and one of the reasons is that he doesn't like going out and exercising. His exposed skin is also blind to the sun, dazzling white.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused slightly, his usual laughing expression was completely restrained, "What does the lord want us to see..."

Of course they will not misunderstand the meaning of the lord.

It may even be said that no one is more thoughtless and less likely to hint than their lord.

Immersed in the world of paper figurines, Ryo Ueno may have hardly any other thoughts.

"It's a mark," Candlestick had already seen, "My lord, there is a mark on your neck."

When he said this, the handsome face of Fu Sangshen wearing a blindfold was extremely serious.

Their lord, in just over a month since he came to this world, already has such an obvious mark on his body!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's reaction was even more direct, and he pressed his fingertips directly.

Feeling the black-haired boy tremble unconsciously, the white-clothed crane bent down and approached their lord.

"The imprint," Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a smile, "Compared to this, the Lord might as well imprint my sword pattern on it."

The pattern of the white crane spreading its wings, no matter how you say it, is more beautiful than this weird one, right?

"No, this is a proof of strength." Ueno Ryo avoided his touch, trying to take a look at his collar.

"It's already a blur of colors," Candlestick Che said in a deep voice, "It's changing."

Sure enough, it must have been touched by the sword of Damocles of the Colorless King!

Ueno Ryo's expression changed back and forth, and before he could speak, the power of the Silver King on the other side also quietly came over.

Its power is the mildest, and it is of course the best at neutralizing the power of the two kings with different characteristics and dispositions!

Normally, the power of the Silver King wouldn't actively help anything, but now it has consciousness.

It is not difficult to understand how to help a good friend of the same status.

The slight tingling sensation from before really disappeared, Ryo Ueno touched his neck.

In his current body, three different forces could be felt.It's weird, but it's true.

"It formed a strange shape." Tsurumaru Kuninaga stared at the small piece of skin closely, and moved closer, even breathing at a close distance.

The outline is like a black ink painting, the pattern is blurred.

The black imprint was left on the pale neck of the God interrogator, like a tattoo, so ghostly that the contrast was strong.

Something cold but soft fell on it.

The judge paused, and immediately let go of the hand holding the collar, and raised his hand to push Tsurumaru Kuninaga away.

"The Crane Maru Hall."

Before Ryo Ueno could move, the white-clothed crane left by the collar.

Candlestick stood behind him with a gloomy expression, and took the crane ball aside, "Don't be rude to the lord!"

Is it true that they can't see other swords!The kiss fell directly on the Lord's shoulder!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tsurumaru jumped away flexibly, with a relaxed tone, "Isn't it because this pattern looks too much like a candlestick cut out of your Daifuku, accidentally..."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's face darkened, "Since Tsurumaruden likes to eat Daifuku so much, I will definitely do it next time, ok, ok, give it to you, do it."

Guaranteed to make it as dark as this ink painting, and made a special trip for Tsurumaru Kuninaga to eat.

In terms of pulling hatred, Tsurumaru Kuninaga will always be far superior to other swords in Honmaru, even Tsukizuki Munechi is not as good as him.

Cutting Hasebe raised his hand to help tidy up the collar of the judge, and borrowed a period of military uniform to put on the lord.

Yiqi Yizhen's military uniform fit well, with golden braids on the shoulders.

However, it is unreasonably bigger when it is draped on the God Judge. The cuffs need to be rolled up a bit, but the heavy feeling is the same.

Token Fusangshen, who only wore a white shirt, looked calm, but his eyes were sharp, "Tsurumaru Temple is indeed a little too far away."

"...It's okay," Ueno Ryo sighed and waved his hands, "He has this kind of personality, so don't care about him."

In his impression, Tsurumaru Kuninaga also loves scares, so Ueno Ryo will treat him as another scare.

Raising a troublesome crane is such an annoyance, and he can still take it easy, after all, there is only one crane ball in the pill, so it can be raised.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga made a grimace when he heard the lord's connivance.

Wearing a white crane, he looked at his colleagues with a smile. Since this is such an excellent image in the mind of the lord, how can he not do this?

The crane that cut the black said so, who made the lord very impressed by his troubles?

Other swordsmen who are not as good as him in making troubles...

Dresden slate, this time it is buy one get two free, and two more powers are given away.

But in fact, if it doesn't have any impact, it's not a loss if you give it away. Xianyu Ueno is very appreciative, anyway, all his abilities are scum.

The door opened slowly.

The few kings waiting outside all looked inside.

"Ah," Ueno Ryo blinked blankly, and walked out, "You...all standing outside and waiting?"

Looking at the very old King of Gold, he rarely felt guilty.

Ryo Ueno stayed inside with sofas and carpets, almost forgetting that this place is the protection of the Dresden stone slabs, not elsewhere.

"ended?"

Zhou Fangzun rolled his eyelids, walked over, and looked at the jacket on the black-haired boy that obviously didn't belong to him.

The style is very simple, it looks like a military uniform, it doesn't fit him very well, it's obviously not his own.

"It's over," Ueno Ryo replied succinctly, "The Colorless King has been completely wiped out."

He didn't need the king to pay the price of killing the king, he could finish it so easily.

This is difficult for the kings, but for Ryo Ueno, it is not so difficult to use it rationally.

The King of Gold's expression changed slightly, his dignified expression relaxed slightly, and he immediately arranged for people to go in and check.

He is old and no longer the ambitious man he was when he was young.

Dajue Guochang Road stared at the black-haired boy who was covered in secrets, but finally did not move.

Although the kid's ability is indeed curious, however, given the current good relationship between the other party and the Dresden Slate.

Guochang Lu Dajue, even considering various factors, would not easily do anything irreversible to him.

Zhou Fangzun looked at him with dark golden eyes.

It took him a while before he spoke, his voice was laziness, and his focus was completely different, "Is there a gift of clothes for killing the king?"

"Ah, of course it's not," Ueno Ryo denied decisively, and choked again, "This...was given to me by someone else."

He wanted to return the coat to Yiqi Yizheng, but the latter insisted on not accepting it.

"Master's physical safety is the first priority," Daojian Fusangshen was gentle but firm, "I hope the lord will also pay attention to his own safety and protect himself."

In view of his scumbag behavior of sending back the swords not long after he summoned them, Ryo Ueno felt a little guilty.

However, there is no other way, the examiner sighed, he still has to concentrate on developing medicine in this pill, and it is better not to get in touch with this world too much.

The government institutions are well-established and the level of science and technology is very high. There is no room for Ueno Ryo to use his abilities.

Zhou Fangzun snorted, wondering if he saw his reaction.

The third king's eyes slid across his tightly covered neck without saying a word.

"gone."

Ueno Ryo didn't object either.It is already past four o'clock in the morning, and they have been tossing for a long time.

But being able to handle the matter of the Colorless King well is all that should be done.

The back of the third king is broad, and his steps are not too fast or slow, and the man still looks casual.

It was not obvious at all that his king sword was already on the verge of falling, almost on the verge of falling.

"Ueno, your studies during this time..."

"Here, Akashi-kun, you haven't regressed, so stop nagging me."

Ryo Ueno sincerely handed over her report card.

He and Akashi are not in the same class, but this does not prevent the latter from supervising him.

The rose-haired boy took it, and his eyes of different colors scanned it all the way.

Moderate.It can't be said to be particularly bad, of course, it can't be considered very good, especially the two subjects of Chinese and foreign languages.

At the critical moment of the second year of junior high school, Akashi Seijuro's management of him was also much stricter.

In this regard, Ryo Ueno has always had a calm attitude.As long as Akashi wants to control him, he will not refuse anything.

"I still need to improve," Akashi Seijuro said simply, "If you want to go to the University of Tokyo..."

"Why should I go to Dongdae?"

"Because my target school is this one."

Akashi Seijuro glanced at him as a matter of course, and said calmly, "Ueno, you want to go to the same university as me."

The childhood sweetheart has become more and more strict in temper since high school.

Ueno Ryo sighed, and decisively raised his hand in surrender, "Well, I have no objection, if I can go to school."

Akashi's goal is of course the best school, and Xianyu has some headaches.

Being able to study in Luoshan is actually because the requirements of this school are not absolutely high, otherwise Ryo Ueno would not be able to get in.

"Well," Akashi Seijuro closed his transcript, "You will pass."

"Also, the school's campus cultural festival this Friday," Akashi glanced at him, "is held together with other universities."

"Don't be absent when the time comes."

Akashi Seijuro was very clear about Ueno Ryo's elusive behavior during this time.

The red and golden pupils of different colors stared at each other, the heir of the Akashi family did not lose his manners in every move, even the curvature of the corners of his lips did not change.

Ryo Ueno nodded and did not refuse, "I will never forget, and thank you for helping me cover my parents."

If it weren't for Akashi who often helped cover, and because of his excellent grades and personality, Ueno Ryo's parents would not simply let him go.

In this regard, Akashi's personal reputation and the degree of liking Ueno's parents are of course higher.

"Don't be polite to me."