drunk snow

The eyelids were slightly closed, and the examiner's gaze was fixed on the two broken pipes.

He is not used to the days without smoking. In the past, he could let the unbearable anxiety blow away with the gray smoke, but now the troubles have nowhere to go.Without the smoke around him, his figure looked particularly thin.

Not only anxious, but also helplessly exhausted.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro insisted on leaving, but the judge refused.He had to keep him within two days, or Yamabuchi would go to die.

But he couldn't think of a reason, and he couldn't think of a way to temporarily extinguish his anger.

Toujian hates Seti to death, they encourage Yamabuki to take the lead, and even want to follow to crusade against the correctors.

But they couldn't easily let go of the protagonist, so the conclusion went back to let Yamabuchiri play the vanguard.

When the mind examiner needs to calm down and think, he often hides in Shuzhuwan Hengji's room.

This is the quietest place in Honmaru. It is located in a corner away from the secular world, surrounded only by the sound of water hitting the stones by the pool.

Shuzhuwan is quiet, gentle, and considerate. He will give up the desk to the lord, and move to the door to chant sutras.His long black and gradually white hair was dragged on the ground, his eyes were half closed, he was fiddling with beads in his hands regularly, and muttering Buddhist scriptures.

It has always been so.But today, the interrogator snuggled up to him, pulling and tugging at his clothes, making him restless.

"My lord, you have something to tell me."

He stopped chanting and asked aloud.

Finally put down the rosary, turned around, and sat face to face with the judge.

In fact, he knew why the lord hesitated to speak, the fear was clearly written on his face.

"Yamabugi...he can never defeat the enemy alone, but I don't know how to keep him."

"Everything is suffering, all actions are impermanent, and it is not impossible for things to evolve to this point. Let nature take its course, and the answer will arise in your heart."

The unchanging tangles of the skin wrapped around the whole body like thorns, almost a kind of violent morbid beauty.

But those vermilion eyes are still beautiful.

Like blood stains soaked in dew, it is deep and bright red, blooming brilliantly all over the road to Huangquan, like the flowers of the other shore of Buddha, lingering with all demons but beautiful and pure, exuding the lingering fragrance of flowers, like fire like blood.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, it is true.He saw the other shore from the eyes of the judge, and it was so beautiful.

The judge realized that his eyes were on his face, and he turned his head in embarrassment.

"How does my face look? Is it getting better or worse? I dropped the bronze mirror yesterday..."

"Please rest assured and wait for the antidote to be completed."

"If I can't solve it, I will be like this forever."

Yaken Toshiro has already begun to study the antidote prescription, but the process is not smooth.The goal was not achieved, and Seti seemed to bet on everything to make a perfect cup of experimental tea and create Honmaru's purgatory on earth.

Fortunately, all his notes were left in the room, otherwise Yaoyan would not know where to start.

Shuzhuwan is a devout Buddhist, he can be said to be born for the pursuit of Buddhism.

However, he never thought of ascending to a world where all dharmas are empty. If he hadn't experienced the warmth and coldness of the human world in this world, how could he understand the depth of Buddhism?

So he doesn't resist Hongchen's intrusion, but submissively, enjoying things other than beheading.

Beheading is always a crime, and there is no reason to justify it.

Other than that, Shuzhuwan is very satisfying.He has a master, a partner, and a foothold.

"You are still beautiful in my eyes."

Fate is created by oneself, and appearance is born from heart.Everything in the world is in transformation, if the heart does not move, everything will not move; if the heart is inconvenient, everything will not change.

He has a Buddha in his heart, and the god-judgment is naturally like a Buddha in his eyes, no matter how his appearance changes, it will always be like this.

In addition to being like a Buddha, the lord is also his mortal.

When the Buddha recites the flowers on the other side, love is not caused by cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death.

Everyone in this pill, all met by fate, bound by an invisible red thread, no amount of love can match the power of fate, fate is both tolerant and ruthless, always ignoring the threats and lures of others, dismantling them calmly, and combining them .

"I know you're trying to comfort me."

He smiled wryly.His head was in confusion, and he really didn't have the extra thought to distinguish the truth from the false.

Shuzhuwan lowered his eyes, looking at the hands in the sleeves, those once white hands were marked with traces of being kissed by fire.

He reached out and touched it, feeling the rough but soft touch through the glove.

The embossed traces traced by the fingertips felt like flax texture. He touched slowly and carefully, from the back of the hand to the wrist, the arm, along the elbow, and gradually touched the shoulder. Thorny skin.

His hands were completely deep into his sleeves, and he was pinching them with his fingertips.

"Number balls..."

"This place is beautiful."

After touching it to the end, he withdrew his hand and turned to tear off the kimono, and the loose neckline hung diagonally on his shoulders.

Fingers caressed the skin again, and the touch of cotton gloves tickled the pit of the neck.

His collarbone hangs there quietly like a boat stranded on the shoal, and when his fingertips gently scrape the shape of the bone, he trembles slightly.

Under the clothes, his chest rises and falls with his breathing, a little whiteness is faintly revealed from the ruined color, this body is still white, but the light is covered by the scars, and the number of beads can see through the truth underneath.

"It's also very beautiful here."

The judge lacks physical exercise, so the skin on his chest is soft, full of excellent elasticity that can be broken by blows and bullets. His fingers go down the shallow groove in the center and point directly to the abdomen. The thin and tender skin seems to be covered by his gloves. To pressure bleeding.

The flat belly is covered with the palm, and the internal organs in the body are working to gather warmth.Touching to both sides, his slender and tight waist, even though it was covered with burn marks and a layer of gloves, the warmth of the palms still made him shiver with sensitivity.

His hand wanted to go down, but the tight belt blocked his way.

So the lips moved close to the chest, under which there was a fiery heart that was beating wildly.

And those were the lips he used for chanting sutras, Shuzhuwan chanted something in a low voice.

"Counting, counting beads..."

"You are a beautiful existence. Here, you have formed a new bond with me."

He kissed tenderly, right in the middle of the chest and collarbone, coincident with the position where the heart hit, his lips could feel the vibration from the chest cavity, the sound of knocking off the world of mortals.

There was a sweet smell in the air, but the examiner didn't know why, he just felt dazzled.

"You have to know how beautiful you are in our eyes."

When Shuzhuwan raised his head and chest out again, he had already held the rosary in his hand again.

Those lips began to chant the scriptures again.

"He said I was arrogant, that I was ridiculously calm."

The judge said softly.

The swordsmen listened with bated breath, trying to suppress the anger in their hearts.

In fact, as long as the lord is willing to send troops to attack, he will definitely win the victory. The lord of the enemy is so strong that he needs to use small tricks to steal a little chance of victory.

Even so, the inquisitor still subconsciously does not want them to make a decision rashly.

But his mind was too confused to allow him to find the answer to this hope.

It had been two days, and now that everyone was staring at him, he had to give a reason.

He felt that he needed to talk about the motives that caused the incident in the first place.

"Yes, I was wrong. It was because of my insolence that I caused this result."

The sword doesn't want to listen to the lord's confession, they want to promise.

Just promise they can destroy the damn guy, whatever.

But they couldn't bear to interrupt the heart that belonged to them. Because of the mixed emotions such as anger, it beat out of order. It was their responsibility to appease it and let it return to its normal priorities.

"Before... when my parents and elder brother were still alive, I couldn't get in touch with others, so I often stayed by the window on the second floor and watched the endless flow of the street. The street is like a small society, and I can see the life from above. I looked at the street to see the crowd rushing by, and then pointed, always secretly thinking that this is okay and this is not.”

"I thought I could see the essence of a person just by looking at the surface. It was like the foreman on the street. He was born vulgar, spoke rudely, and acted rudely. So I always thought that person was hopeless, a stain of society like crumbs. .”

"Later, I heard that he had a sick little daughter, and he worked hard to earn money for his daughter. He was a gentle father, full of love for his child. When his daughter passed away due to illness, his hoarse crying even spread throughout the world. The whole street."

"Also, the owner of the grocery store at the end of the street is a well-known good old man. He has a good-looking talent and a pleasant smile. But later he killed his wife because his wife would not allow him to take a concubine and quarreled with him... For this reason, I understand that people should not be judged by their appearance. I believe that the essence of a person cannot be known from one side, no matter how relaxed a person looks, there is always his own pain and bitterness behind it.”

"So I have always used an attitude of acceptance to summarize everyone's face."

Hearing this, Hasebe suddenly felt out of breath.

The judge said that he could accept his other side, that was not a lie.He said he loves everything about him.

Everything... He can see Hasebe's strengths, and then tolerate his shortcomings, because he understands that the violence hidden in Hasebe's heart has not stained all of him, and that wildness is just cutting Hasebe's " One of the faces."

He looked at the lord, but the judge kept his eyes down.

"So, I thought I'd be able to find Semi's kindness, even though he was extremely suspicious. Plus, my damn curiosity, I always thought, this would take my boredom away, he showed his feet, and I would From these clues, his secrets were peeled off layer by layer—however, it was wrong from the beginning!"

There was anger in the voice of the judge. He was angry at his stupidity, and his hands that were originally on his knees were clenched into fists.

"I always believe that there are no absolute bad people, but I forgot that love can make people crazy, and I forgot that I suffered because of this before, and I was carried away because I was in happiness... I thought I could understand after knowing his purpose Tolerate his difficulties, and then understand his strengths. But, indeed, I am too arrogant.”

"I despise his love so much... He told me, Semi told me..."

He choked up his voice, he didn't know if it was because recalling Seto made him cry, or because he was ashamed of being so ridiculous.

"Sejian said that he loves his own sword very much. They are just looking for a redemption, to reunite with the former master, and turned into demons because of the pain. But everyone is against them, whether it is the time-traveling army or the inspection of non-violation make."

Imaken answered the words calmly, with a child-like clear and clean voice, reciting word by word from memory.

"Although their bodies are distorted, their hearts are still clear. They simply want to resurrect the former master. They will cry and suffer. They hope to be loved by the master and to continue their relationship. They love the former master so deeply, and they He couldn’t forgive the Time Traveling Army—even though it was his predecessor—he said that we went against the will of the previous master and turned against them.”

He was present at the time and listened to the entire conversation verbatim.

Sejian's expression came into view, light, hesitant, and about to be overwhelmed by sadness.

"I saw love in his eyes, like the overseer's love for his daughter."

The examiner spoke again after breathing evenly, with a firm tone.

"...My lord, is that why you didn't let us attack the corrector? Because of you, seeing his love?"

Xiaohumaru asked angrily.

"No. His love lets me know that there is a side of him full of goodwill, even if that side is only shown to his subordinates."

The judge wiped away his tears, his eyes were red, but his voice no longer trembled.

Language regulates thought.The originally chaotic thoughts were gradually clarified and filed in his mind after he spoke them out. While speaking, he sorted out his real thoughts—what was the reason why he wanted to prevent revenge with the sword?

He saw love in Sensei's eyes, that's right, the love that filled his pupils turned into anger and attacked the enemy.

Then he saw his own love from those eyes full of love.

"He said, your love is fake, you are only fascinated by my appearance, my beauty. As long as my face is destroyed, it doesn't take two days for someone to leave this pill, or lose heart , or lose the target."

The lord reached out and touched his mottled face.

"But he was wrong, I know he was wrong. At first I felt scared too, but with the flow of air and the meeting of eyes, I can feel your love, that kind of affection, converging into a lake... It's an indescribable gut feeling, feeling my heart beating for you, thrilled by your love."

The eyes of the judge of the gods have always been like a pair of mirrors, calm, unable to reflect the strength of ripples, and unable to lift ripples.But now he is looking at his sword, his eyes are tender like water, and he is excited like rolling waves hitting the shore.

It was a hunch, and the Lord was right.

No need to express it in words, it inhabits the oxygen, blends with the senses together with the breath, the heart is inspired, no matter how rough the skin is, it feels soft and slippery like satin after touching, and the touch of the limbs promotes the entanglement of the soul.

"Money, power and beauty can make people crazy, and the most important factor is because of deep love. Semi loves his sword very much. He lost his beloved cat before, and now he will not allow himself to lose anything he loves. This is That's fine, but, his love will do us harm, and I won't let him."

"There are two sides to one thing, there is no absolute justice or evil. We don't say they are the evil side, nor do we call ourselves the interpreters of justice, because we are not holding the scales that determine the world. But I know , In this world, winning and losing is valued, and no one has mercy on the side that loses, even if it is to avoid being treated as an abandoned child by the government, we cannot lose."

"In this world that worships the theory of winning and losing...we step on the bones of our enemies, yes, I will not soften my heart just because of his love for swords, he must know that my love for you is absolutely as good as his .”

Because of his reckless stop order, Touken couldn't kill Semi Tetsu.This is his fault.

Because he has no one in his eyes, he thinks that human nature is good, causing the sword to suffer.This is his fault.

Because of his hateful curiosity, he allowed Semi to erode Honmaru.This is his fault.

His mistakes are his responsibility.

He will give this farce a meaningful ending, and let the two protagonists who started the incident take their own curtain call.

Because of this, he knew why he didn't want a sword to avenge him.

"I swear, I will make him pay for hurting you!"

He pressed his hand hard on his heart, feeling the powerful vibration from his chest, regular and impulsive, shouting his determination to fight.

"This is a duel between the judge and the corrector. I don't want you to intervene."

"──However, I need your help. If you are free."

He smiles, fluttering like a tulle, he is still beautiful, haunting, elegant from the heart.

The judge of God is so lazy and casual, gorgeous and enchanting, without the cover of light mist, his fox eyes are even more charming, spread out in front of everyone without any concealment, drunk and heartbroken.

Always calm and breezy, this is the protagonist who fascinates them so much.

Qingguang finally couldn't bear it anymore.He was originally sitting on his knees, but he suddenly stood up and almost crawled over, pushing the judge to the ground.He hugged him and cried, unable to stop the tears that fell crazily.

"Ah, my lord...you know how much I love you."

"Yes, I know."

The judge reached out and touched his head, making him bury his head in his shoulder and cry loudly.

Infected by the atmosphere, everyone started to commotion, and the noisy voice drowned out Qingguang's crying voice for a moment.

Shuzhuwan Hengci lowered his eyes, and the hand holding the rosary stopped for a moment.

The bouncing Zaemon shrank in shock from the shocking scene, and fled to his side.

He brushed the rabbit's fur with his gloved fingertips, very soft to the touch.He thought of the skin of the god judge, he could penetrate the burn-like scar and touch the deepest, clean and soft inner core.

Looking back five hundred times, in exchange for passing by once in the next life.They exchanged tens of thousands of looking back for a god judge.

"This is a whirling world."

Shuzhuwan prayed softly, and the rosary was plucked.

The white rabbit raised its head towards him and turned its ears.

"Whirling is regret. In a world without regrets, people cannot appreciate the beauty of happiness."

Just as if you don't see dirt, you don't know cleanliness; if you don't see black, you don't know pure white.People's hearts are born with incompleteness. When people find the other half of the defect and integrate into one, they can truly understand the meaning of completeness.

Rolling in the world of mortals, turning into flesh and blood in the world of mortals, the happiness that all living beings are obsessed with is sublimated by all the pain.

He looked up and smiled slightly.

"This world is beautiful."

The author has something to say:

Hope I didn't give OOC the beautiful and cute Shuzhuwan.I don't mean it.

Our gentle and quiet eldest princess doesn't know what flirting is at all. He just wants to tell the lord how beautiful he is, really, just as he literally means.

However, even so, it still cannot conceal the fact that the beautiful princess touched people around wwwww

Princess, I have something else I want to discuss with you. Today is 0618, the day when the villain jumps to the earth. If you can reach out and touch me, I will be very happy. (dropped by the rosary)