drunk snow

The sleeve was torn - he noticed it while sipping tea.

He held his hands flat to drink tea, and the cracks on the sleeves came into view. The end of the thread was loose and cracked, probably accidentally scratched by some sharp guy. After being hooked, he continued walking without nerves. Then, the gap became more and more serious.

Mikazuki Zongjin felt very troubled, and raised his sleeve towards Xiaohumaru in a gesture.

Xiaohu Wan, who was eating fried tofu, felt even more troubled.

"I don't know how to sew. I have to ask my lord for this matter. He practices swords in the garden."

"Hahaha, do you want my lord to take care of me?"

He showed an expression of 12 troubles, but his laughter was extremely hearty.

Honmaru was shrouded in a cautious and serious mood, and the swordsmen were full of thoughts about the upcoming duel with the enemy leader.

Sanriyue just came to Honmaru two weeks ago.

In a state of confusion and not knowing the situation, he just listened to the inspiring speech of the god judge like that, watched the god judge practicing sword all day long, and finally found that he couldn't talk to the lord and missed it. The golden age of getting to know each other.

And the god judge has been working hard these days, so hard that he can't even sleep, holding a sword and waving it in the courtyard all day long, naturally he has no time to deal with the swords, Xiaohumaru has nothing to entangle, so the two who belong to the Santiao faction It hit it off and put it together.

In order to support the spirit of the god-inspector's retreat and practice, they stopped their battle affairs, and only waited for the day when the master's swordsmanship suddenly became enlightened.

But apart from errands of swordplay and fingering and farming, there was nothing to do at all.

When the body and mind are free, the mouth is also free.The two of them sat on the porch drinking tea and eating tofu all day, they were extremely decadent.

Sanriyue had never had a good word with the God Judge.

Nowadays, it is rare to have an excuse to be able to talk, but to start with sewing sleeves?This is too awkward.

If that's the case, it's better to just leave it alone.

Facing this suspected embarrassment, Xiaohuwan patted his chest and asked him to relax in a senior tone.

"There is always a chance to talk to the lord. Look, I was so unlucky back then, the first sentence I heard in Honmaru was that you are not allowed to touch the lord at will! But now the lord loves me so much, smooths my hair for me, and still Give me a reward... hehe."

He didn't understand what a "reward" was, and it could be seen from Kohomaru's weird smile, he thought it would be better not to ask more questions.

"By the way, have you handed over the things to the lord? The body──"

"What are you referring to?"

After Xiaohuwan stuffed the tofu into his mouth, he stroked his chin, thinking.

"Looks like it hasn't yet? By the way, mine is the left eye. Well, I think after you get the heart of the lord, you will be able to have heart-to-heart conversations with him naturally. There is no rush for heart-to-heart conversations, but you need to hurry up." Just sew it up."

Sanriyue pursed her lips and smiled, nodding, nodding and nodding to Xiaohuwan, who was talking nonstop and started to analyze.

Completely incomprehensible!

The left eye for a heart sounds like a dirty and terrible dark organ trade.

He thought that Xiaohu Wan probably suffered from eating too much fried tofu, which damaged his brain.

He looked towards the courtyard not far away, where the God Judge was practicing his sword hard.

The standing posture is still not stable enough, and the hand should be raised higher when swinging the knife... He took a sip of tea and commented in his heart.

As a samurai, he criticized these novice poses, but as a sword, he was moved by the earnestness.

The protagonist is as weak as a willow, as if the wind could knock him down.

But the power hidden under that cannot be underestimated, and the willpower that does not match the thin appearance.

He could lift the long knife, and he could spin it around and swing it.What surprised San Riyue even more was that he was willing to carry a knife.

He could have let the sword fight the enemy, but he didn't.Very simply take responsibility and then try to fix the problem.No matter how weak his strength was, at least he chose to face it head-on.Very good Bushido spirit.

Sharing joys and sorrows, going through life and death together, they dedicate their lives to each other and live for each other.

The sword can die for him at any time, and so is the judge.

What an admirable love.

San Riyue felt that she had no feats, but she was so easily infected with such love.

It's a pity that the God Judge is not only willing to work hard for him, he is also resolutely working hard for others.

If you are the only one who can't, then the love will probably be stronger.It's a pity, it's a pity that there are so many people in this pill.

The cherry blossoms have long withered, and he was forged before the cherry blossom season, otherwise he would have been able to sit under a tree, enjoy the cherry blossoms and drink tea under the moonlight.

The dreamy red cherry blossoms bloom and wither in the morning and evening. Countless beauties are integrated into the poems, and only haiku can draw out the beauty.

Copying the gentleness on Huayu Piaosan's face, the submissive touch slid across her cheeks.

To describe that feeling, only a kiss can match it.

He waits for the cherry blossoms that will bloom again next year.He had already foreseen that he would sit by the tree, where he could feel the fragrance of flowers the most.He can drink alone, or play with his companions, or maybe at that time, the person leaning on his side will be a judge.

Sanriyue wanted to lurk in the sea of ​​thoughts to her heart's content and let herself drift.

However, Xiaohumaru's scrutinizing eyes were like fishing nets, forcing his wandering consciousness to return to shore.

"Don't look. If you want to touch me, you can touch me?"

He said frankly, and opened his hands to express that he would choose the seat.

Kohomaru widened her eyes in surprise.

"What? No. You have to laugh. Laugh loudly three times."

"......Hahaha!"

He smiled dryly for no apparent reason.But Xiaohumaru thought about it very seriously, and kept touching his chin after thinking about it.

"What an insincere laugh, you'd better drink tea. Yes, drink tea, you really look like a lord when you drink tea, light and airy."

What do you mean when you drink tea with a flirty look? What's going on with the young people nowadays?

"Xiaohuwan, I think it's better for you to eat less fried tofu."

Sanriyue drank tea in the porch as usual, drinking tea lightly.

But this time the god judge specially beckoned him to go over.

That call was so shocking, he spilled tea all over his pants in astonishment, making the dark blue bottoms wet and almost black.

He was sitting opposite the God Judge, fiddling with his clothes carelessly.

The god judge just finished practicing the sword, when the breeze blows, the dripping sweat has dried up in the skin, and a fresh fragrance is taken from it and covers the whole Japanese room, like a quilt that has been exposed to the hot sun, naturally swells and fluffs from the body Soft fragrance.

When he came back to his senses, the interrogator had already put on a new kimono and was approaching him with a sewing box.

"I noticed that your sleeve is torn. Here, give me your arm."

He obediently held out his hand.

The lord took his hand and started mending directly on the clothes.Neat and clean stitches, fast and neat, sew along the elbow socket from bottom to top, the arms fit together, feeling the soft weight on his hands.

The cuffs were fully joined, and he tied the end of the thread, bringing his head close to his arm.

Naturally, there was no grievance, no embarrassment, as if even the gap between them for two weeks had been seamlessly bridged together.

The judge cut off the excess thread with his teeth.

The moment he bit it off, he inadvertently met San Riyue's eyes.A pair of frighteningly raised eyebrows.

Sanriyue has never seen the original appearance of the lord, he is used to this cursed face and seductive eyes.He looked into the bottom of his eyes, the eyes were a lake where fish were raised, and the ripples were mixed with the fish tails.

He is known as the best of the five swords in the world, almost synonymous with beauty, so he understands that beauty is the most useless thing.

The knife is born as a tool for beheading people. No matter how beautiful it is, strength is the true standard that will never be questioned.

So are people.Having a beautifully carved soul is the real beauty.

Eyes can tell the story of a person's life.

Vicissitudes and joy, pain or happiness, eyes can always tell everything.

The eye is also the most sinking place. After seeing the essence of the soul at a glance, you will be depressed and fascinated.

"Okay. Now, I think someone told you that I have to take a part of your body."

It turned out that he was looking for him for a dark organ trade.

"This is a restriction, an equivalent exchange, and I will offer you my heart."

He can get hearts.To feel life for him, to tremble for him, for his beating heart.It sounded tempting, all well and good, but what would he give in exchange?He wanted to mention something that could rival it.

The heart of the sword has been conquered by him unconditionally, and he must take out the second most valuable accessory.

Suddenly, he thought of Sakura.The magnificent blooms are very beautiful, and they are priceless in his heart.

San Riyue stretched out her arms to hug the God Judge, leaned forward, bowed her head and kissed.

The fine dark blue hair slid across the cheeks, and the obedient touch spread over the face like a rain of flowers.

To describe the cherry blossoms, only a kiss can match it.

A kiss is the imprint of the soul, and he wants his mark on the soul carved by the God Judge to exist forever.

"So, how are your lips?"

he asks.The soft tone is like the touch of him stroking his cheek with his fingertips.

"Sorry. The lips already have a owner."

The judge squinted his eyes and smiled at him, the water in his eyes was trembling, it was two bottomless pools of water, and he would be like a crescent moon falling into the water, drowning in them, unable to breathe, becoming one with the water, let The drunken poet reaches for it.

Sanriyue was hit hard, and withered in front of the judge, showing a heartbroken expression.

"Here it is, I think. Your wrist is mine."

The judge held his right hand, the black glove had a long opening at the wrist, exposing the soft skin.The judge kissed it, gently biting with two lips, moist and attached to the touch.

He raised his eyes to look at him, and it was wordless incitement. He seemed to smell a faint smell of smoke, even though there was no pipe here.

The cloud is calm and the wind is light. The banished fairy in white clothes was relegated to the mortal world because of his terrible appearance, but he still remained undiminished.

The beautiful eyes collided and moved into his eyes, and the violent tsunami was about to drag him into the sea.

San Riyue pinched his chin, wanting to kiss, but found that the color of his cheek was wiped off by her fingertips.

"Hey, this is..."

He looked at the scar that was wiped away by the God Judge, and there was a whiteness underneath.

The Inquisitor turned back, without warning.

It's like he became a child at that time, and he was still slim and erratic three days later, like his high fever that didn't go away on a whim, came on suddenly, and faded away suddenly, as if nothing happened.

They immediately relaxed, talking nonsense about the fact that although Sen Jian's medicine never worked, it lasted for two weeks this time.

Qingguang was still not happy.The lord has changed back, but Sejian is still a bastard, and he should take advantage of the spring breeze to rush over and beat them upside down, and then conquer the world, and so on.

Yamabagiri said that conquering the world is his privilege.

Sanriyue sipped tea with a smile.The burn marks were like cracking the bark of a tree, and it fell off as soon as he touched it. He peeled off the whole body of the judge with his hands, like peeling a boiled egg soaked in water, peeling off the tender and white inside, The lord shrank back and begged for mercy.

The judge remained calm. He looked in the mirror and carefully touched his recovered cheek with his fingertips.

I don't know if the research of the medicine research has an effect, or it's just that the medicine has failed.In any case, he drank so many cups of medicine every day, so it was worth the fare, no matter what the truth was.

He thought of Seto.Seten ruined his face, just looking for a little pleasure, he is struggling.The judge understands.

After a while, he put down the mirror, the sound of the collision was not loud, but it was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"The time has come, everyone."

He had been planning before that if he was lucky enough to change back to his original state, no matter whether his swordsmanship was good or bad, he would go to see Setian.This is a signal, so as not to change your determination on the way when your heart softens due to time.

Now that the signal is ringing, it is the right time, and he will carry out his original will.

The god judge stood up suddenly, and the pure white kimono was blown up by the wind, shaking, and turned into a canvas, covering everyone's attention.He picked up an ordinary long sword bought in Wanwu and buckled it on the ground, accompanied by a very powerful command.

"──Go out!"

There was no sound, except for the sound of the wooden floor being rubbed. They all dressed up and quickly lined up in front of the judge.

The atmosphere of war is rendered quickly, passing through everyone's mind at lightning speed. They are swords, soldiers and samurai.

The god judge didn't wear any armor, but only tied up his long sleeves, tied his long knife around his waist, and stepped on his horse.His awe-inspiring expression made Dao Jian dare not make any comments, and he followed the horse solemnly and marched towards the enemy camp.

The location is Sanjo Bridge outside Ikeda House.

Qingguang felt creepy.For him, this place is a hell between life and death.He tightened the scarf nervously.

Seem Migure seemed to be able to predict, leading the army to meet them on the bridge.He was very leisurely, knocking his jaw and commenting on the god judge.

"Yo, I haven't seen you for two weeks. Your pretty cute little face has changed back?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

My lord is actually talking politely to that kind of guy.Xiaohuwan complained to Sanriyue angrily.

"Oh, of course you have to thank me for not learning chemistry well, otherwise you may have to drag that scarred face for the rest of your life!"

He said loudly with a smile on his face, as if this was a great thing.

The judge didn't respond, and just cut the topic down to business.

"I came here this time to make you pay the price. Please fight me."

"Send me a battle post. Are you going to play the piano? I'm not good at the piano. If you want to compete with me in martial arts, can you do it?"

"No, so we compete with swords. Disputes that start with swords end with swords."

The lord drew out the knife accurately and pointed the tip of the knife at Seti, full of momentum.It was an ordinary Japanese sword bought from Wanwu. It had no spirit attached to it, and it was tough and durable.He insisted on not using Honmaru's sword because he would feel distressed if it was broken.

Seto pretended to be confused.

"Sword competition? What will you do if I accidentally cut my hand?"

"I may also accidentally take your life, each other."

He burst out laughing, convinced by the answer.He took off the jacket of the casual suit, and inside was a brand new white three-quarter-sleeved shirt, the buttons were too neatly knotted, and it didn't match him. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons in front of his neck.

"Okay, Xiaojie, I'll listen to you. Give me the knife, please?"

He saw Qingguang holding another Japanese sword, which was prepared by the judge for Semi.He knew that if the corrector used his own sword, scratched and broke it, he would feel distressed.On this point, they are indistinguishable.

Seti reached out to catch it, but was blocked by the sword beside him.

Historicist revisionist, the captain of the Contract Strike Force, numbered Taidaojia.

He knelt down on one foot respectfully, and presented his own body knife with both hands.

Armors glowing with evil light, shocking bone tails, and historic revisionist troops surrounded by purple smoke forever.They are always full of arrogance, killing people without blinking, and their empty eyes can absorb all emotions.

Yet here he is on his knees now, begging, almost begging.Please, let them live and die with the correctors.

Setian coaxed him very gently, softly, only their side could hear it, a sound that would be blown away by the wind.After back and forth evasion, in the end he couldn't say no.The judge saw him accept the sword.

"...Okay. Okay, I promise you."

Hearing a firm and forceful answer, unlike Semi's joking voice.He is now the corrector, the master of the sword.

Then Seti turned around, smiled at him, and raised the purple-glowed sword, which coincided with his point.

The two sides retreated a few steps knowing each other, only the roar of the wind remained on the battlefield.Two dazzling white lines stand at the head and tail of the bridge respectively.

"Come on, make a move."

He tilted his head contemptuously.

The god judge stepped forward without hesitation, and slashed violently.The practice time is too short, he can't learn those samurai virtues of patience and calmness, he wants to fight quickly, it doesn't matter if the posture is wrong, just chop it right, if you can chop Nakasemi, you are right!

Setian easily dodged, swung the knife with his backhand, and headed towards his neck.

He instinctively leaned back, staggered, and his heart trembled for a moment.Only at this time did he clearly feel the scene full of killing intent. The two sides were holding real knives, and when they stabbed into the flesh, blood would splatter.

He continued to slash without giving up, and his movements were only simple violence that discarded aesthetics.

Seti wanted to hold back her smile, and leaned forward to resist the clumsy attack.He thought he would win, but he couldn't think that arrogant people would lose, but he couldn't help laughing.The young master actually practiced sword in order to defeat him, but it was a pity that he didn't practice well.

The god judge's offensive did not stop, and the clanging sound fell all over the ground.

The opponent can always easily block his attacks, which is a frustrating development.He suddenly felt that the kimono was in the way, and the clogs were stumbling over his feet. He wanted to rush over with all his teeth and claws, and return to the most primitive human wildness.

Just thinking about it, he really rushed over.

Such explosive force startled Semi, and reflexively slashed his hand forward, and the tip of the knife pierced into the left side of the God-inspector's abdomen with perfect precision.

There was a commotion at the scene, the sword man's countless eye darts could kill people, but fortunately, Seti was notoriously slippery.He marveled at himself.

Good stab.It can't hurt the internal organs, but can feel full pain.

Blood flowed from the cut slit of the kimono, extending down the side waist, like the split legs of a Chinese cheongsam.After a while, time stopped, and the judge stared at him, as if he had snatched his candy.

It was a very solid pain. When the knife was pulled away, the blood immediately burst out with the pain. He wanted to bend over in pain, but it would hurt even more.

The wound is like a fire, but it is not as real as the flame burning the body.

It was a flower dancing with death, blooming in its flanks, and he watered it in cold sweat.

"How do you count as victory? That's fine, I'll take one of your eyes, shall I?"

Seti looked at it and said, and then turned sideways to put on an attacking stance.

Eye.Just words made his eyes pop and sting.The judge jumped away neatly, the long knife seemed to be drawn by him, his hands trembling with clenched hands, he tried his best to hook the knife upwards, and the tip of the knife collided with the tip of the knife.

Blocking it, he turned around and slashed again, the sound of metal rubbing unceremoniously escaped into his ears, but he was thinking about the exploding blood on his side.

The Taidao was slashed by him, and it spun and slid towards the bridge.

The knife flew straight, like his pure and mournful panting when it was released from Sejian's hand.

He almost pounced on it, and when the knife flew away, he quickly turned around and ran, then hit the bridge pole and fell over.

It was like chasing a wooden clog that fell into the river for a little girl, with all my strength.

Jiang Xue recalled that Hasebe was also running like this to catch the God Judge, the gale that could crush everything.

Seti grabbed the knife on the parabolic path, and at the same time the whole person fell over.

He could barely perform a gorgeous turn in a standard sportsman's posture, but he couldn't do a beautiful one-hand hanging on the edge of the bridge.

The judge felt his heart constrict again, only one second, one centimeter, and Setian would fall down the bridge with the knife.

He had no hesitation, and would rather hang on the side of the bridge in embarrassment than have the knife intact.

The turmoil of the time-traveling army was as noisy and tense as the sword behind him.

This is a battlefield bounded by love, filled with uneasiness covered by countless casualties.Afraid of losing, worrying and angering for the other party, the swordsmen face the god judge, and the god judge faces the sword; the space-time retrograde army faces the corrector, and the corrector faces the retrograde army.

same love.Overflowing and breaking the dike, like a garrison hanging on a sword, the corpse is wiped out in ashes, but the redness will always exist.

But—those who refuse to step on the bones can only wait to be crushed.

He was so convinced that he couldn't help himself.

So when Seti climbed the bridge clutching the knife, he walked up to him and pointed the blade coldly at that face.

Seto smiled at him with raised eyebrows, turned over to the side of the bridge with all his strength, and knocked the knife out of his eye socket.

The blood flowed, dripped during the fight, and sprinkled the roots of the other shore flowers all over the ground.Spinning with a knife is equivalent to dealing with death, which is completely different from watching the battle after the scene. The true meaning of the battle is to nail the two to dance in front of hell.

Every pulling motion made the wound ache, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

The opponent's attack was so ferocious that it made people feel soft, and it made people feel that he really wanted to take the eye of the interrogator.

Seeing the tip of the knife getting closer to his eyes, the God Judge's heart tightened even more. An inescapable fear suddenly filled his mind. He just remembered to swing the knife. .

Dase Jian jumped towards him, as if he was trying to split the mountains and rivers. He subconsciously tightened his muscles, raised his legs, turned up the hem of the kimono like a knife, and swept his long white legs towards his heart.

Seto was caught off guard by his kick, and fell backwards, his heels had just touched the ground, and the point of the knife had already stabbed him.

The perfect angle, poking right into his left eye.

Crystals are cut, like konjac springy to the touch.It hurts.But he didn't scold the country, and he didn't say anything in his heart.

Thinking suddenly became fast, and chaotic thoughts raced through his head like a marquee in thousands of milliseconds.He thought of the whimpering sound of the kitten, the silent footsteps following him, and the soft and obedient white fur nestled in his arms.

He just wanted to let out a sigh of relief, this was the end, he thought the duel could change anything, but in fact it was still in vain.

His poor child obviously just sincerely hoped to return to the embrace of his master, and they were not at fault.

Who can understand such a loving mood?Compassion accompanied by remorse.

Sadly, lovingly, kitten-like.Under the thick and evil appearance, there is the weakest heart.

No one knew that they would cry. Wrapped in the quilt and shivering in the middle of the night, the crying made him tear his heart out.While dreaming, he said the name of the former master over and over again, saying not to go, saying to take me away!

But he had to face the fact that taking an eye was just a way of venting anger, not any benefit.

The story will eventually come to an end.And the ending of this story is standard, the god judge and the swords are living a happy life.In the routine of happiness, there is no room for evil dragons to survive, this is fate.

Finally, he thought humorously: Ha, who would have thought that kicking someone with Xiaojie's beautiful legs would be so painful!

Sejian Mimu fell on the bridge, half of his face was stained red with blood, he panted slightly, turning all the pain into breath and exhaled.

The judge looked at him from top to bottom, as if he was the one whose eyes had been cut off.

"You won. What do you want now?"

"I just want to end the matter. This matter ends here, and there will be fair competition in the future."

He laughed out loud, a heroic laugh.Every time he laughed, the wounds in his eyes throbbed, and the pain pierced through his brain, but he still laughed.

"Fair! Damn, thank you for being able to say it, this war was unfair from the very beginning! You have an endless supply of troops, backed by the damned space-time government, what do you want me to use to defeat you? We just wait die."

"Look where it is now? Three bridges. We have lost five strongholds. When you capture Ikedaya and Edo... that will be the end. We have no chance to turn around. That's it. Abandoned in this time and space, with nowhere to go, a time and space without a previous owner, a time and space that has been declared a failure. What do you want them to do!"

The heart of the god judge is as soft as cotton wool, and he cannot withstand such grief, as if it was his sword that was discarded. He is swept by grief, but he can only uphold the original intention, who does not resist or hurt others. , that is to die.

The world is cruel and cannot be perfect. People's victory is built by the enemy's bloody defeat.

"I don't want your sympathy. Kill me if you have the guts, use your knife."

Seeing the tears in his eyes, Seto smiled contemptuously.

At this time, Tai Dao Jia intervened between the two, his tall figure slowly moved as if shrunken, and lowered his head towards the judge.

"Please be merciful."

Contrary to his rough appearance, his voice is very gentle, soft, and full of sincerity.His eyes used to be burning with purple light, but now they seem to be soft and wet, sticky with endless pleading.

Seto glared at him with the one eye that was intact.

"Whether you win or lose, you promised me to return to Honmaru safely."

Tai Dao said calmly, he helped Setami up, and followed the Da Tai Dao who came up to carry him into his arms, being careful in every possible way.Sejian wanted to say something more, but his words were stuffed back by Odachi's strong arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

He acted politely as if the inquisitor had saved his master's life.A crimson hand-sewn amulet hangs from between the neckline as he bows.

The mind of the god judge was cold and warm, the touch of the knife point piercing into the eyes was transmitted to the palm of the hand through the sword body, that feeling made him chill; but the words Taidao said to Seti warmed his heart.

Setian only understood that his sword thought about the former master, but he didn't know that they also loved the corrector deeply.They are symbionts, support each other, and love each other, no matter what the end result is - they are immersed in the process of getting along with the corrector.

Qing Guang grabbed his shoulder from behind, and he suddenly lost his strength and leaned back on Qing Guang's shoulder.

"...Is this enough?"

His voice is like the tobacco stuck in the pipe, finally burned by the fire and turned into smoke.The blood from the wound has been blown dry by the wind, tears are boiling in the eyes of the god judge, and he wants to brew a jug of wine and taste it in the next life.

"One eye is enough."

California Qingguang tightened the scarf and squeezed the lord's trembling arm.

Taro Tachi approached from behind, and hugged the judge by his waist.There was an innate tacit understanding in their hearts, and they knew when to stop. The group led the horse back home, solemn and solemn, just like the atmosphere when they came.

The sword man and the space-time retrograde army ran in opposite directions and left separately.

Heavy shadows dragged on the ground, lengthy and black.

Precariously falling like falling flowers, scattered all over the ground with incomplete, step by step, imprinted eternal opposition on the three bridges.

It wasn't until Sanri Yue Zongjin actually saw the god judge drinking tea that he understood what it means to be light and flirtatious.

The cicadas on the tree were very noisy, making a loud noise, like scraping the strings with their long fingernails.

The lord sat at the table with his back straight.He holds the teacup in both hands, and licks the rim of the cup with his lips, like a bird holding a flower.

His complexion is whiter than snow, his skin is as smooth as ice, and even if he doesn't smoke, it seems to be covered with a layer of light smoke and mist.

In this hustle and bustle atmosphere, he still tasted tea contentedly.

The elegance that seems to melt away with a sigh, the clouds and waters in the eyebrows and eyes.

It's really light.

"My lord, it's quite old fashioned."

Song Xian leaned next to the judge, expressing her opinion for San Riyue with understanding.

The smile of the appraiser is like a carefully carved vocabulary between the lines.

"Semi Mimi."

He said suddenly, with a soft tone.The chirping of cicadas became louder as the temperature increased, but his voice did not melt into the cicadas.

The swordsmen who were lazily hiding under the eaves of the corridor all pricked up their ears. They didn't understand why this name was used to destroy the peace at this moment.The judge just stretched out a finger, pointing at the cicada clinging to the tree.

"Listen, the cicadas are singing in the rain. The cicadas have been buried in the soil for 17 years. They exhausted their energy. In the remaining four weeks after molt, they burned the remaining life and turned it into the last song. There is a word I can describe the scene."

"...According to each other, the song leaves the cicada and it rains."

The song fairy chanted haiku as if she was talking to herself.

"Yes, Cicada Shiyu. This is the end. Knowing that it is futile, no matter what you do, you can't save the life that is about to disappear. You can only do everything you can, resist with singing, and prove your existence with cicadas."

Sanriyue paused for a moment, trying to show an expression of being unable to grasp the point, but the judge looked straight into his eyes.

Not just looking into his eyes.He looked into his memory, about Se Jian's death-like confession.

Useless struggle.Knowing this, but still struggling.

Still struggling on the empty sea, until he lost the strength to struggle.

"The ones, they, who sang of the last life, perished in the flames at last."

The judge didn't say that he had met.

He is nothing more than a historicist revisionist, master of the sword.A corrector who tries everything in search of a glimmer of hope.

Set see Simu (せみしぐれ)──and Cicada Shiyu (せみしぐれ).

If it were a man with a sword, he would probably struggle like this while seeing his wishes gradually shattered and unable to do anything.

As he said.Sharing joys and sorrows, going through life and death together, they dedicate their lives to each other and live for each other.

The sword can die for him at any time, and so is the judge.

They and the enemy are like a mirror with two sides, reflecting the opposite appearance.

No matter how you change the viewing angle, it is exactly the same.

But because of the similarity, there is no room for concession.In order to protect their love, they can only rely on fighting, and this world is black and white, winning and losing is a cruel thing, neither of them is righteous or evil.

"Semi Migure and Cicada Shigure."

The examiner muttered softly.

Crescent Moon tilted her head and kissed his praying lips, erasing the admirable love of the corrector.

The lord suddenly smiled innocently and stretched out his hand to push him.

"As I said, the lips already have a master."

Sanriyue felt a chill down her spine, and turned her head to find California Qingguang glaring at him like a ghost.

Ge Xian stood aside and cleared his throat with uneasy conscience.

The judge laughed again.

His smile, like snow seeping into the skin, is intoxicating in a calm and breezy manner.

The author has something to say:

It's finally over, and I don't know what to say.

The next time is Hou Jun's turn!Mr. Hou didn't go out to practice to fight Sejian, not at all, Sejian is what the lord wants to fight.No matter how hard Mr. Hou cultivated himself into a super muscular man, he still couldn't beat Setian, so he never let him go home because of this. Anyway, he couldn't do anything when he came back, so he just let him go(?)

So... well, I know this is not a reason, come on, beat me if you want to _(:3」∠)_