drunk snow

In the late spring and March, there is still ice and cold.

The plum blossoms in front of the courtyard are gradually withering, and the dominance has been taken over by Yutanghua.

The color of magnolia is like white clouds and it is as beautiful as immortals.Although it is not as proud and picturesque as plum blossoms and frost, it can also reflect each other with the white neon clothes of the god-judgment, covering the spring scene with a layer of confusion like snow.

The east wind blows the spring cold lightly, and the piano is clanging in the corridor.

The continuous spring rain seems to sing and dance with flowers.

In spring, it is easy to be overcast and rainy, which often delays the good time to go to the fields, and it is not suitable to go out.That's all for the lord to be idle and have nothing to do, and now even the swordsmen are all distracted.There is nothing to do, but to play chess and chat all day long, it is extremely boring.

Honmaru's judge is considered to be a leader who is good at killing time.

He had just returned from the stables, and without any delay, he began to play without caring about his rain-soaked clothes.

The sound of the piano is like a long flow of water, soothing like a clear spring, and sometimes urgent like a waterfall.

Yaken Toshiro just happened to pass by the corridor.

Usually the main character will be occupied by Qingguang or Xiaohumaru, or at least there will be a rabbit in charge.

However, at this time he was alone.

The fingertips are still flying on the strings, but the pair of vermilion eyes are already looking at Yaoyan with a slight smile, which seems to be a silent invitation.

So he naturally moved his body and sat behind the lord.

Compared with elegant matters, drug research and the battlefield are more familiar.He doesn't understand the whispers hovering in the sound of the piano, but he understands that the timbre is melodious.

When the fiddler plays music, his elbow occasionally touches his arm, but it is more able to stir his heartstrings.

This Honmaru has been through big things before.

The god judge expels the demons, just like being transformed and reborn, becoming a complete person.

From the mysterious and uncontrollable attitude towards life, to gradually getting rid of the nightmare, until now willing to dedicate all his loyalty to them.

Maybe this is nothing to outsiders, but to them in Honmaru, this is really an impressive change.

After all, the authorities with muddy water can feel the turbidity the most, and feel the clearness of the spring water.

Yaken is almost hopelessly attached to the protagonist, and he believes that other swords must also hold the same affection.

He even suspected that this was an innate instinct.

It's like knowing that you should follow your master without teaching, and you will be obsessed with whomever you obey.

Since ancient times, love has always been a puzzling problem.

In the final analysis, do they really have definite emotions as the sword-possessed gods──the answer is unknown.

Since the inquisitor suffers because he regards them as souls like people, and he often clearly feels the throbbing in his heart.So, for now.

In short, the protagonist has removed the horizontal gap in his heart, decided to accept their affection, and promised to offer his love together, so they are very happy about this change.

To describe this happiness, there is only one sentence: Sure enough, only the insiders can understand the true meaning of it!

The music stopped abruptly.Yao Yan finally came back to his senses, and found that the interrogator was holding up his hands, looking at the blood on his fingertips.

He hurriedly took that hand to examine the injury, and the fingertips were cut open by the string, squeezing out round and full drops of blood.He pressed the wound with a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, and the blood burst into flower-like shapes on the handkerchief.

"General, why are you so careless?"

"Maybe it's because the calluses on my hands have recovered, and my fingers can't bear to play for a long time. I haven't touched the piano for a long time after my brother passed away."

After the blood stopped penetrating, Yao Yan opened the first-aid kit at his waist, took out the bandage and wrapped it tightly for a few times, and finally tied it tightly.For this kind of thing, the Lord did not do a bad job of entering the room in his hand, but he just wanted to come in person, and he would not be relieved until he saw that the wound was well-wrapped.

"Excuse me. Actually, it's just a small injury, and it won't hurt if you suck it on."

"Then how? If the wound festers, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I'll just keep playing until the callus grows, and then I won't cut my fingers anymore. See, the other fingers scab over after just one lick, so it's fine...lol, don't look like that I."

"Please take good care of your body."

He raised his eyes to look at the god judge with a half-stare, and the other party's fox eyes were full of smiles.

He silently rubbed the hand in his palm, and he could not feel a wave of fear in his hand.

The lord did not tremble, and remained calm. Not long ago, he would reflexively dodge touches, but now he has indeed eliminated his demons long ago.

That beating heart has been delivered in the hands of their swords...

However, Yaoyan felt that it was extremely illusory.

It's not that he deliberately questioned the general's love for them, it's just that he felt a little unbalanced in his heart.

Why can the god judge always smile like a mountain?

As if nothing had happened in his heart because of their love and respect.

Obviously they were so intoxicated by him.

Obviously Yaken Toshiro is so fascinated by him.

Although this cloud is light, breezy and indifferent are the charming characteristics of the god judge.

He still hopes to taste some different emotions.

Overwhelming, turbulent, one-in-a-million, strong, it's up to you──The same emotion as him.

It's a pity that the lord doesn't insist on him, and his heart doesn't belong to him alone.

What's more, whether the heart that was divided equally remains to be verified.

"If saliva really has an astonishing healing effect, then how about heal the general in the future?"

Yao Yan took his hand and carefully kissed the scar on his fingertips.

Some fingertips had calluses, and the soft but hard touch scratched his lips.He was gentle and cautious, as if he was greedy for dessert, and seemed a little thrilling.He was wondering when the lord would withdraw his hand.

"I'm just trying to play lip service, okay, I admit that saliva can't heal wounds. Are you going to make fun of me like that?"

For a long time, he only heard the judge laughing and begging for mercy.

The soft doglike hand did not retract, but was still held in his palm, allowing him to touch and kiss.

Yao Yan suddenly became ruthless, and licked from bottom to top along the slender knuckles.

As if wanting to use this to shake some ripples in those eyes.

Just like if the knife is not fatal enough, he will make up for an assassination; if the lick is not shocking enough, he will add a bite!

"It's very itchy."

But the lord's eyes were full of provocative smiles, he retracted his hands calmly and grabbed Yaoken instead, and exchanged positions.

The lord pulled back the black gloves that Yaoken would wear even when he went to work in the fields, exposing his white palms that were usually invisible to the eyes, as if the most vulnerable places were exposed.He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Uh, General?"

I saw the god judge licking along the palm of his hand as he retaliated with his own words.

The softness was printed on his palm, moist and smooth.His hands are long, the protagonist accidentally hit his teeth when licking, and his soft lips bumped into each other accidentally.It felt like a thunderbolt crashed into his heart in a panic, and he was caught off guard.

His lord, his general, strong, must be you, a kind of entanglement to the bones and deep into the heart.

Like the fangs of a viper piercing the veins.

Like being hit in the heart by an enemy stray bullet.

When piercing the enemy's vitals like a short knife, even the handle of the opponent's knife is also pierced.

One kill!

He lost terribly, he didn't find out the bottom line of the lord, but he caused ripples first.

"Okay, an eye for an eye."

The judge smiled.The light arc of the cloud seems to be entwined with the brilliance of the sun, which can almost burn the heart.

People say that plum blossoms are proud, but snow melts into the place where it falls, and can cover anything.

Yao Yan believes that his protagonist always has an arrogance like a fairy in the haze, but his heart is soft enough to rub anyone into it.

It's always been that way, inclusive.

That's why it's so fascinating──

He originally wanted to say something more, but was frightened by the five tigers who suddenly rushed into the corridor and retreated abruptly, so he swallowed it back.

"Master, my lord, excuse me, please go to the door, outside the door..."

Wuhu retreated and hesitated, as if he didn't know what words to use to describe what happened, standing by the door at a loss.

"If you're worried, take me with you, I won't hinder you."

"It's okay, both of you follow me to have a look."

Seeing Wuhu Tui's troubled expression, there must be something difficult, Yao Yan felt worried, and quickly took Tui's hand to follow.

It was still drizzling outside, and the three of them took up umbrellas and came to the gate of Honmaru together, only to find that the gate was slightly open.The eaves of the door are thick and wide, which can be used to keep out the rain, so Qingguang and others gathered there and waited for the god judge to appear.

"Oh, the lord is coming. Everyone, step back."

The swords stepped aside slightly, allowing the judges to see the men surrounded in the center.The young man was not only drenched in the rain, but also had fresh injuries on his body. He was obviously tall, but at this moment he held his head and trembled slightly, like an extremely wronged animal.

"This guy wanted to barge in just now, so I had to block him first. Hey, stop shaking and meet our lord."

While explaining, Qing Guang reached out and patted the man's shoulder to signal him to look up.

"Hey, don't don't don't touch me!"

He screamed, trying to dodge the hand but seemed to be wary of his surroundings, and finally had no choice but to continue shaking his head.

"My lord, look, just now he was asking for help outside the door in a panic like this, and when he opened the door and saw us, it was like seeing a ghost."

"My lord, there is no need to be afraid. May I ask what happened to you?"

The judge softly comforted him.The man seemed to hear a voice that came from outside the clouds and did not belong to this world. He suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the beautiful young man in pure white kimono in front of him.

"Ahhh...this is really...an angel, a white angel has descended! Angel, please save me!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards the god judge, before the swords could stop him, the man had already stretched out his arms and hugged their lord tightly.

"Tim, Tim Shi?"

The inquisitor seldom showed a troubled and surprised expression, repeating unfamiliar terms with a puzzled face.

Is this person an enemy or a friend?What the hell happened?

Why disrespect the lord?Is the lord something he can hug?

baffling!

Yaken Toshiro couldn't digest the scene in front of him at all, only a wonderful idea emerged in his mind.

In addition, he still had a premonition stuck in his heart.

A premonition that the peaceful days will set off a storm...

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