There's something wrong with my game

The stage play situation continues.

California Qingguang turned his head to the side and looked at the female warrior.

Putting on the appearance that human beings love, Anqiu Fusangshen smiled, "Brave, let us fight with you!"

Ueno Liang'an calmly acted as his background board, listening to other people's conversations.

From the audience seats below the stage, a black mist spread silently.

The black mist was so fierce that it crawled out from the corner without a sound, and even the audience in the auditorium didn't notice it.

Kang Na shook her short legs, jumped off the seat, and took a deep breath.

Devoured by the evil dragon——she inhaled all the black mist and stuffed it into her white and round face.

Sword Fusangshen on the stage also noticed the change.

Domabu held his sword high, "Yes, then let us fight together, followers!"

After **, the play is about to come to an end, all that is needed is for the Fu Sangshen to perform in front of the students.

Buried in Doma has already tidied up his cloak and sword, waiting for the performance of Fusangshen.

She has also played the mobile game "Touken Ranbu", but Xiao Bu doesn't particularly like it, but based on her impression, these people are very similar.

If it weren't for advocating science, Domabu would even feel that they really came out of the game.

The young man in a long black trench coat and a red scarf paused.

He exchanged a glance with Yamato Shou'an beside him, paused, and Anqiu Fusangshen drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Then, let's go and do it!"

California Qingguang turned around, and the neat Fu Sangshen rushed towards the audience seats——!

"…Eh?"

Stunned by the brave man who was left behind, Tu Jian managed to keep his expression unchanged.

This is different from what you said!That's not how the script was written, their opponents were on stage!

The students who were in charge of lighting and supporting in the background probably thought it was the effect of the show, and the beam of light followed Fu Sangshen away.

Cutting through the stickiness hidden in the black mist with a single knife, Ka Qingguang held the knife.

Being in the black mist, no one can see Fu Sangshen with exquisite appearance, the black mist behind him and other strange situations of black mist biting.

"This is not a place for you to run wild," Qingguang Qingguang said relaxedly, "The Lord's territory... you are not allowed to cause damage, okay?"

The sword Fu Sangshen cut through the black mist, and the mist melted behind him, not like melting, but more like being swallowed.

Ueno Ryo realized something was wrong when he heard the sound buried in Doma.

The black-haired boy raised his hand and wanted to take off the cloth belt, but was held down by Fu Sangshen beside him. He didn't even know when the other party came to him.

"My lord, don't worry," Xiaohumaru stood beside him, with a calm voice, "There was a little accident on the court, and they will deal with it in California."

In contrast to the normal Honmaru, the Dark Fallen Inquisitor may be an existence that can walk sideways.

But if it is compared with No. 1229 Honmaru, which became the first dark fall, it will be far inferior. After all, there is still a difference between the catalyzed dark fall and the long-term precipitation.

Ryo Ueno heard the buzzing of swords colliding, as well as the screams of the audience in the arena.

He moved his fingers a little uneasily, but was held down by Minghu, and the little fox on the latter's shoulder jumped onto the lord's neck, and surrounded him in a circle.

"Master, don't worry," the fox said softly, no one could hear it except him, "When the stage play is over, let Mr. Candlesticker make fried tofu. Minghu and I really want to eat it."

There was a warm touch of fluff on the neck, and the black hair was touched, Ueno Ryo nodded hesitantly.

"After a while," he chatted with the little fox in a low voice, "let everyone bring some snacks back. The swords in this pill have been waiting for a long time."

This kind of event is still a grand event, and Ueno Ryo is also a little guilty because he can't bring all the swords here.

He didn't think much about it, he just felt that everyone was the same, even if he couldn't come, he should bring more things back home.

"Wow, these swordsmen are so handsome," Kise Ryota whispered while holding a branch, "these skills are very neat."

As the main force of the basketball team, their perception in this regard will be more acute than ordinary people.

The people of these swordsmen are ruthless in their moves, and the movements of drawing their knives are crisp. They can use the simulated fake knives very realistically, as if they are really murderous.

Ryo Ueno "..." Wake up, those are real swords.

The black mist was completely killed, just like dealing with a time-traveling army, and the Anqiu Fusangshen didn't hold back at all.

Yamato Mamoru put his sword back into its sheath, and the haori on his body was also stained with some dark blood.

"Degenerated like this," he lowered his eyes slightly, his tone was gentle but calm, "Your god judges really deserve to die."

Even though they are in the same high school as their master, they have different personalities.

Taking the Dark Fallen Sword as a means of improving combat power, learning from 412 Honmaru Miyamoneda's practice... is too much.

The Sword Fusangshen turned their attention to the position of the Dark Fallen Inquisitor.

That thin body was trembling faintly, as if he knew what to do with him.

"It's over."

Ueno Ryo was whispered by the fox around his neck and chatted quietly, when he suddenly heard the voice of California Kiyomitsu.

Touken Fusangshen's voice is very familiar, after listening to it so many times, Ryo Ueno knows it.

He raised his head slightly, obviously couldn't see anything, but still couldn't help asking, "Are you all right? Is it an accident in a stage play?"

"It's all right," said California Qingguang briskly, "it's over."

Daojian Fusangshen stood at a position where the light source could not reach, and gently shook the dark thick blood on the tip of the knife, which soon evaporated into mist.

Yamato Morita patted him on the shoulder, motioning silently for the latter to wipe off the blood splattered on his cheek.

"Ah." The red-eyed Fu Sangshen easily wiped his face clean with his dark cuff, and lightly touched the God Judge's chin with the hand that was still holding the knife just now.

It was a little cold, and a little trembling, but very soft to the touch.It's like the feeling of the god judge himself is the same.

It is very different from holding a knife with caution, like treating some treasure gently.

Suddenly, the lights were divided into two groups along the stage of the last Sword Fusangshen, and one of the lights hit directly———

The blindfolded god was gently touched by his knife, and the latter lowered his head slightly.

Under the ambiguous light, Fu Sangshen, who was wearing a black windbreaker, seemed to be kissing his god carefully and restrained through a thin layer of cloth.

Sensing that the light was shining overhead, California Qingguang subconsciously raised his hand to avoid glare for the Lord.

After a brief silence in the audience...

"Ahhhhh! You're so good at playing!!!"

"If I live, if I die, I can do it again! Which sister took a picture, please send it to me!!!"

"Fat, send to the ** forum! Immortals must share!"

Despite adamantly thinking of himself as a backdrop, the Inquisitor has managed to make a name for himself at the school in strange ways.

Horikawa Kunihiro kicked easily and made a few fake moves.

After coming up from the stage, these Sword Fusangshen continued to perform the script just now.

Tu Jianbu came back to his senses, and after the swords returned to their positions, he quickly raised his swords high.

"Let everything go back to its place—" the brave man shouted, "it's all over!"

The dragons played by the students fell to the ground one after another, and the stage play was drawn to a hasty end.

The cloth that blindfolded his eyes was untied, Ueno Ryo opened his eyes, and looked at the smiling face of Kamiga Kiyomitsu.

Daojian Fusangshen had one hand on his hip, still in a casual attitude.

"Just now, the swords of a dark-fallen judge got out of control," he said lightly, "However, it has been resolved, the Lord does not need to worry."

Ryo Ueno was taken aback, "The Dark Fallen Judge? Is it... a student from Luoshan High School?"

Having said that, even though he knew that the current political judges were all selected from the present world, Ryo Ueno had never seen them.

Most of these god judges don't know how to play the game promoted by current affairs, and a few of them should be able to play, and they all live in every corner of the world.

"No way," California Qingguang smiled coquettishly, "I don't know who it is, and I don't need to care."

Qin Xue's eyes were bright and deep red, and he said to his lord, "It won't affect your studies anyway, lord, it's okay."

Such a rotten person should have melted with his dark swords a long time ago.

Ueno Ryo nodded in confusion, he was blindfolded just now and was not clear about the situation.

"Ah, it's finally over." Doma buried himself stretched, "Ueno-kun, can I ask for your contact information?"

"what?"

The gentle girl with long blond hair paused for a moment before smiling apologetically, "Because I have something to ask for your help... is that okay?"

Xiaobu won't give up if she can't get closer, she really can't let go of her friends and commemorate her surroundings!

Buried in the soil, she found that he had read half of ff14's strategy on Ueno's table before, indicating that the other party should also be a veteran.

A dead house meets a dead house, life is long, and a bosom friend is hard to find.

Ueno Ryo didn't think much about it, and he and Doma Bui had a brief chat.

Of course, he would not misunderstand that the other party has a good impression of him. The dead house is frighteningly slow in this regard, and he also feels that he should not have this opportunity.

After exchanging contact information with Domabuki, Ueno Ryo changed his robe and put on his original uniform.

"Go to the snack street to buy something, and bring it back to the swords of Honmaru."

Ryo Ueno fumbled around for a long time, then took out his wallet, "Here, I still have some cash on me, you can use it."

They are not well-trained in the concept of money, and the judges also adhere to the concept of "just be happy".

Ueno Ryo thought for a while before continuing to say, "Let's take it as your hard work, it's all hard work."

It's also very strange to say that although there was a game called "Touken Ranbu" before this, none of the real god judges came out to do business.

When Ryo Ueno was still standing as a moving background board, he heard a lot of screaming.

Whether it is the Okita group, or Izumi Mori and Horikawa, as well as Kohomaru and Naruto, they are actually very popular, and there are quite a few ordinary people who know them at the scene.

"Master spent money..." Horikawa said with some embarrassment, "No matter what, the master shouldn't be asked to pay."

As the swords of the god judges, they should naturally solve his problems for him.

Just like Sanriyue would help the master handle some of Honmaru's foreign exchange business, they should also learn this aspect.

"Ah, Akashi, did you perform well in today's stage play?"

The president of the student union of Luoshan High School walked in with a group of people.

There was another boy standing beside him, Ueno Ryo had seen him before, it was Shirogane Miyuki, and on the other side was Shinomiya Kaguya.

The red-haired boy walked steadily among the crowd, wearing a neat uniform.

The red and golden eyes are exactly the same indifferent, not showing much emotion, the boy's side face is still a little green, but the outline is already clear.

Akashi Seijuro turned his head to the side and said something to the person next to him before turning his face away.

After noticing Ueno Ryo with those strange eyes, he walked towards him and raised his hand to take the cloth belt.

"The performance was very good." Akashi's eyes turned quietly on Qingguang's body.

The rose-haired boy was still calm and strategizing, "Your class will get high marks."

Xianyu was flattered to be able to be said by the always picky Akashi Seijuro.

It's not that he made a fuss, Ueno Ryo has never been praised so much by his childhood sweetheart... It's really hard to hear compliments from Akashi.

The young man with the laurel crown on his head was slightly taken aback, showing an obvious smile, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Just as Ueno Ryo was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Kise who was not far away.

The latter changed the background plate clothes on his body, noticed him, and showed him a bright smile.

?Shall I say it now?

Xianyu was silent for a while, feeling that he might not be able to refuse Huang Lai's bet.

"Akashi-kun."

Akashi Seijuro looked at him, Ueno Ryo thought for a moment before asking.

"I think I'm the only defeat besides your victory... right?"

In fact, he himself didn't understand what this meant. He was Akashi's friend and nothing else, so it didn't matter whether he won or not.

The expression on Akashi Seijuro's face froze for a few seconds.

If it wasn't for Ryo Ueno staring at him, he might not even notice this, would Akashi care about such a thing?

"...Is it Kise?"

"what?"

Akashi Seijuro quickly regained his composure, and gently pressed the back of the black-haired boy's neck with one hand.

His tone was light and dangerous, like a sharp knife wrapped in velvet, but calm, "I know you, Ueno, you wouldn't say such a thing, did you make a bet with someone?"

"Huh?" Is Akashi so smart?

In connection with Kise Ryota's previous reaction, the matter became obvious.

The blond model who had been pretending to be dead for a long time turned around and was about to hide - he really didn't know that Akashi was so sharp!

"Ryota, wait a minute." Akashi said calmly, "I have something to see you in a while."

——How else can I find it, of course it is to toss people with scissors!

Akashi withdrew his hand, his strange pupils were still as quiet as ever, and he restrained all his emotions.

Facing Xianyu's confused gaze, he paused for a moment, then took up the words just now, and continued, "Next time, don't listen to everything, you have nothing to do with victory or defeat."

When I was in the third grade of middle school.

"Akashi-kun," Xianyu asked stupidly, "Why did your eyes... change color?"

"...has it changed?"

The boy with strange-colored pupils looked down at him, his tone was a bit cold, Ueno Ryo didn't notice it.

Salted fish is always not very sensitive to anything, so he didn't feel that Akashi seemed a little disgusted, or disgusted.

"Well, didn't you notice it yourself? But it's very good-looking, and the different-colored pupils are so handsome. The protagonist in the comics I read recently is like this."

Just like an idiot.Forget it, he's an idiot.

"I'll go and chat with them, you go and change your clothes, this body is too thin and you'll catch cold easily."

After Akashi Seijuro finished speaking, he turned around. Ryo Ueno felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Xianyu gave up thinking. Speaking of it, Akashi's personality seems to have changed when he was in the third grade of junior high school...but he has forgotten the specifics.

Shouldn't be a big change.

"Master, don't you want to go?" California Qingguang folded his arms, interrupting the latter's thoughts.

"Ah, let's go," Ueno Ryo paused, "You guys go shopping, I'll come together after I change my clothes in a while."

Inside the pill.

After Ueno Ryo appeared with the other swords, he was hugged immediately.

The god judge, who has no status, has long been accustomed to the life of being carried around, and instead stroked the hair of the dagger in his arms.

Normally, he only gets his hair rubbed, not others.

"The lord is finally back!" Luan's voice was full of excitement, "He didn't even take us out to play, is it fun? Is it interesting?"

The short swords are still children at heart, and Ueno Ryo's tone is also very gentle, "I mainly need help... Kiyomitsu and the others also brought you gifts."

"They are all school snacks, and they all taste okay."

The six swords that came back all brought a lot of food, and the little knives leaned over to look at them curiously.

Although it is not particularly novel, but this is what the master brought over from his school...

Tsurumaru Kuninaga jumped down from the tree, his white clothes flying.

"My lord didn't choose me," he grimaced, "ah, I really want to go to my lord's school."

This kind of thing is the power of the lord, and no sword can interfere.

So even if Ueno Ryo doesn't choose the Taidao or the short sword, the swords in Honmaru...have nothing to do with him.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of things." Ueno Ryo ignored the troublemaker's words, took out his phone, and changed to a summer night scene.

Having a mobile phone has this advantage. He can also contact the present world in this pill, and he can get there immediately if he wants to change something or add supplies.

"A rare opportunity," Ryo Ueno scratched his head, "How about sitting and eating together?"

This is a scene that may appear in ordinary Honmaru, Token Fusangshin is with their god judges.

Honmaru No. 1229 is the Dark Falling Honmaru.Not to mention sitting together to eat and enjoy the cherry blossoms, it is rare for a god judge to be able to stay with them.

"The general is right." Yao Yan pushed his glasses, his deep purple eyes were full of complex emotions.

With one hand in the pocket of his white coat, he said to his brothers and other swordsmen, "Anyway, I'm free... let's have dinner together."

Honmaru, who had been silent for many years, seemed to be slowly becoming lively.

"Something is not quite right."

Seri Awashima handed over the document to Reisi Munakata, "Our investigation found that the number of barbarian fights has increased significantly recently, which is not a normal phenomenon."

As the headliner of the underworld group, Barbara fights are unavoidable, but the number of times can be found.

However, recently, according to the number of appearances of secter4, it can be seen that there have been inexplicably more people seeking trouble and fighting recently.

"This is the only thing these people who are looking for trouble have in common." Seri Awashima took something out of the file bag.

Her tone was calm, "The explosion is very strong. There have been no casualties so far. It should be used to cause and create chaos."

A broken, small wreckage was contained in the transparent file bag.

Its original shape can be vaguely seen, like colorful... candies, or what?