There's something wrong with my game

The stone plate swallowed his figure, and soon appeared in it again,

The white-clothed and golden-eyed crane stood in place, squinting his eyes, watching the huge and withered courtyard being completely new after being washed by the clear and clean spiritual power, weeds growing, and the ground covered with dust turning into a new one.

Really pretty scenery.He lowered his eyes slightly and smiled amusedly.

Spiritual power wrapped around his body covered by his clothes, but it was a tearing pain.While bringing restoration, there is also an unimaginably heavy price.

After all, these fallen shikigami shouldn't have god judges in the first place, but they are still so powerful and ridiculously innocent -- isn't it?

"His Royal Highness Yizhen," Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyes, and accurately called out the sword hidden in the darkness, "Don't you hurry back and see your brother?"

"I'll take care of the god judge." He seemed to be hesitating for a while, but he seemed to be in a good mood. "You go."

The figure in the darkness finally nodded and left. Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned around and pushed open the door. Under the reflection of the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of the figure limp on the cold floor.

No matter how powerful this ignorant judge is, he is still too confident.With his ability, it is still very difficult to wake up this huge Honmaru.

He couldn't pull the interrogator up from the floor—he wasn't allowed in the room.

"Ah la la," Tsurumaru Kuninaga leaned against the door frame, his expression a little bored, "It's too boring to just stay here."

There was undisguised pure malice in those beautiful jewel-like eyes.Even if it has been washed by spiritual power, even if this homicide has an owner, it doesn't mean that they are not dark swords.

It is too naive to put the door of life in their hands so simply.

After Ueno Ryo opened his eyes, he couldn't see the familiar ceiling of his room.

The pain of exhaustion still remained in his bones. He only vaguely remembered that he passed out from behind, and he was paralyzed on the floor panting violently, as if his bones were broken one by one.

"Ah, are you finally awake? Lord God Judge."

There was a rustling sound.

The accompanying white light was indistinct, Ryo Ueno half-opened his eyes, his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

It took him a lot of effort to turn his stiff neck and see Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was standing by the sliding door not far away.The other party was dressed in snow clothes, and he was the first to open the door.

Just like that, the sunlight outside just shone in.

"Master God Judge, can you still move?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga showed a embarrassed look, "We can't get in this room, so you have to come out by yourself, you're too exhausted."

"It's okay." I don't know if I don't open my mouth. When I opened my mouth, Ueno Ryo was also taken aback by his hoarse voice. He slowed down for a while before he stumbled and propped himself up from the ground——

It hurts!

As if he had been beaten up by someone, the pain from broken bones all over his body almost made his legs go limp and he knelt back again.

I don't like to exercise on weekdays, and my physical fitness is even worse. The dead house is really terrible.His whole body seemed to be protesting, and he felt a fever on his forehead belatedly.

"Master God Judge?" The voice at the door finally became a little more serious.

Ryo Ueno's eyes were blurred, and his survival instinct made him start to crawl towards the door with all hands and feet. Since the swords outside couldn't get in, what else could he do now except save himself?

The light at the door seemed to be close at hand, but the seemingly short distance was very difficult now. He had worked hard for an unknown amount of time, and his sense of time seemed to be blurred.

"Cough, cough, nothing serious," the boy in white uniform stood by the bed, checked carefully, and couldn't suppress the coughing sound in his throat. "It should just be fatigue and a cold, and I have a fever."

The white coat on his body also looked dirty, worn out, and stained with a large amount of blood, which looked very oozing.

Yaken Toshiro withdrew his hand, stared at the new examiner who had just taken over Honmaru, and sighed.

It looked really, much more like a child than he did.He also noticed just now that the other party's health is very poor. He has not been exercising for a long time and has not seen the light.

It is unfortunate that such human beings have fallen into their natal pill.

"That's good, what about Tsurumaru Hall?" Mikazuki Zongjin stood at the door, his crescent-like eyes could not see any emotion, "He acted so recklessly, there are traces of dark fall on his body"

Not far from the sleeping God judge, a white-clothed crane lay quietly on the bunk.

He doesn't look much better than a god judge.Stains of blood spilled on the clothes, and the black air could not stop surrounding it, biting each other with the existing spiritual power in the pill.

"Haha, I feel okay," Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still awake, and said with a smile, "Life always needs to be more frightening, isn't it interesting that Baihe is bloodied?"

"The situation in Tsurumaru Temple is worse than before," Yaken Toshiro, who seemed much more reliable and stable than him, interrupted him, "That room should not be ours to enter, and the damage suffered is incalculable. "

Since the previous god judge fell, the god judges who disappeared one after another cast a haze of "killing" on that room.Although in the beginning, they did nothing.

As the swords who dominate these with one hand, the repulsion is of course the most serious.It is impossible for the government of the time to eliminate them, but it raises the defense level to the highest level.

Only those with pure and clear spiritual power are allowed to step in, and none of them are allowed.

Tsurumaru Kuni Nagaaki knew this, and everyone in Honmaru knew it.

Therefore, all the swords and swords who know the inside story tacitly refrain from mentioning what will happen to the god-inspector after being drained of his spiritual power by this exhausted Honmaru.

coma, vomiting blood, even death.They have no way to go in. After deceiving the other party, of course they can only keep the other party inside.

As long as the god judge can stay forever, all swords have this consensus.

"Of course I did the same, and I took away the first phase of the palace - you all know this, right?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga spoke plausibly, although it was not convincing at all when coupled with his blood-stained white clothes.

"It's just that he is really the one behind." The golden-eyed crane hesitated, and then added slowly, "Anyway, he has made so many contributions, so he can't really die like this, can he?"

When the young God-inspector struggled to crawl towards the door, but didn't ask for help.

Or when he couldn't hold his strength, moved a little bit with difficulty, towards the door, and crawled towards Tsurumaru Kuninaga little by little.

"Anyway, it's good that he's still alive now," Tsurumaru Kuniyong said nonchalantly, "I'm fine. Is a crane that can't be stained with blood still called a crane?"

"But, Tsurumaruden," Yaken Toshiro interrupted him calmly, looking a little indifferent, "If this God judge is the same as before, isn't it necessary?"

Leave, abandon, and even be killed.All the god judges they have come into contact with and heard of have ended up like this.

"What Crane Maruden said makes sense," Sankai Yuezong was silent for a moment, and slightly bent his crescent-like pupils, "In this case, I will thank you for your rescue on behalf of the God Judge."

He has already changed into the dark blue feathered body with the tassels hanging down, and he is as elegant as a nobleman in the Heian-kyo period.

After Yao Yandai had checked both of them, he left in a hurry absent-mindedly.

First and foremost are his brothers.Since Ryo Ueno took over this Honmaru yesterday, the brothers who have been sleeping quietly in the form of swords can finally wake up again.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't long before Ryo Ueno fell asleep.It is true that the body of the dead house is poor, and the fever is not very serious.

When he opened his eyes again, the afterglow of the evening shone faintly through the hidden wooden door, which seemed to be an extremely gentle color.

"I" Ueno Ryo lay on the soft bed, and it took a while to clear his mind, "Why am I still here?!"

There is no doubt that this is the inside of Honmaru.It looks like the new look is much better than the dilapidated one before, but Ueno Ryo's thinking point is not here at all.

Shouldn't he turn back to him as soon as he opened his eyes?Why are you still here?

"Is there any trouble, Mr. God Judge?"

A slightly smiling voice came, the wooden door was pulled open, and the sword known as the most beautiful in the world walked in.

"You just had a fever, do you feel better now?" He put the tray next to the bed, "Well, the temperature is indeed lower than before."

He reached out and touched Ueno Ryo's forehead.The dead house, who is very poor in everything except playing games and tossing skills, is slumped on the bed, his black hair is still a little wet with sweat.

"Well, it's nothing." Ryo Ueno stopped what he hadn't finished speaking, a little hesitant, "Well, Mr. Mikazuki, I said that I heard Mr. Tsurumaru talk about Honmaru before."

"Thanks to your help," Mikazuki Zongjin continued calmly, and said with a slight smile, "everyone in Honmaru has improved, and this is all done by the God Judge."

"It's nothing, nothing." Ueno Ryo is not used to dealing with Mikayue like this, not to mention, it's not like he hasn't seen the design of this sword in his own world.

"It's nothing, I'll rest for a while, thank you Mr. Sanriyue and everyone for taking care of me." He said sincerely, curled up in the quilt without any intention of moving.

I didn't bother to ask what I was going to do after taking over this Honmaru, and I accepted the identity of my mascot well.

Sanriyue paused slightly.He could only stop his unfinished words, and he could only retreat first when he saw the childish, huddled god judge.

There is no rush for this moment.The beautiful Fu Sangshen smiled deeply, the judge of the gods, it seems that he still doesn't understand what it means to take over Honmaru.

If such a huge amount of spiritual power supports a fallen Honmaru, if those people in the Government of Time know about it, it may be extremely heartbreaking.

The author has something to say that in the later period there will be swordsmen chasing the gods crematorium x today's me, you love to answer, and tomorrow's me, you can't afford it