[Comprehensive] The gap in history

Here is an unknown Honmaru floating in the gap between time and space.

The sky is dark red, and gray-black mist is permeated in the air. Wherever the mist passes, not a single blade of grass grows, and there is a dead silence.

Sanriyue took out the small white flower from her bosom, and awkwardly picked it and planted it in a barren field.But the moment Sanriyue's hand left the flower, the flower quickly withered from its surroundings, and then turned into ashes.

"Interesting?" California Qingguang hugged the dark red body and leaned against the cracked pillar.

The seemingly beautiful Sanriyue is incompatible with this barren place: "Of course, because the Lord likes this kind of white flower the most, I want him to take a look even for a moment."

After hearing this, Qing Guang showed an extremely pungent and sarcastic smile: "My lord? Do you still have this kind of thing? I'm afraid you can't even find the ashes now!"

San Riyue was not angry when she heard this, she just stood up unhurriedly, with a calm and elegant posture as if she was attending a noble banquet: "I thought, in this honmaru, the only one who understands me best is you."

Sanriyue's smile was as proud and distant as the cold moon in the sky, but the originally charming crescent moon in her eyes was now full of bloody breath, which made people shudder to see.

Qingguang stopped answering, but looked at the various places in Honmaru - of course, if this place can still be called "Honmaru".

Wu Hutui, lying on the ground, has long since lost a creature like a little tiger. He held a dry bone and crushed the bugs crawling on the ground bit by bit, with a hollow and happy smile on his face.

In the first phase, he stood alone under the withered cherry tree, his eyes were dead silent, even his beloved younger brothers couldn't make him feel the slightest fluctuation in emotion.

Tsurumaru was wearing a black cloak, lying on the branch, motionless, just looking at the dark red sky expressionlessly, just like looking at the low ceiling in the tomb.

……

Yes, these fallen Fusangshen have long been "dead".Their beating heart has disappeared long ago.Now instead of that heart, what drives them to move is probably the resentment that they can't even find a partner.

Here, apart from Sanriyue, Qingguang couldn't even find a second partner to talk to.

Ah, of course, they can still have a few words while An Ding is still there.

Whenever he sees An Ding laughing, Qingguang will feel very clearly—An Ding, he is broken, and inside the shell named Yamato Shou Anding is a twisted soul.

However, after Anding successfully entered the normal Honmaru under the control of the government of time, and passed the coordinates back, they could no longer be contacted.

Sanriyue led the retrograde army to wipe out those homonars one after another, but Qingguang knew that this seemingly bloody large-scale operation was just a temptation.

The real purpose of Sanriyue is Wanwu.Because only Wanwu's teleportation array can reach the real headquarters of the Government of Time.

"California Palace, do you know how out of place you are with this place?" Looking at Qing Guang who was lost in thought, Sanriyue's face turned ferocious for a moment, and then quickly returned to smiling, "You know, that girl in the dark A ray of hope, how an eyesore is it?"

Qing Guang's face sank, and he clenched the handle of the knife tightly: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sankaiyue took a random step forward, but suddenly appeared behind Qingguang, and on Qingguang's neck was a tachi with a crescent sword inscription painted on it.

Sanriyue leaned close to Qingguang's ear, and her lazy tone came into Qingguang's ear with a little heat: "How about I help you bring Mr. Okita over here? It's not unacceptable."

Qing Guang blocked the knife on his neck: "You dare! If you dare to do something to Mr. Chongtian..."

Before Qingguang finished speaking, Sanriyue waved her hand casually, and those swords that were doing nothing around surrounded Qingguang in an instant.

"What do you want to do, Sanriyue?" Qing Guang trembled with anger as he held the knife.

Qingguang was brought to this Honmaru by Sankaiyue very late, perhaps because his resentment was not pure enough. Compared with other dark fallen swords, Qingguang's strength is far inferior to those twisted existences.

Sanriyue suppressed all the dark aura, which made him look like an ordinary Fusangshen: "Aren't you happy? You're going to see Okita-kun you've been thinking about, aren't you?"

"Stop! Stop it! Sankayue, do you hear me!" Qing Guang frantically wanted to rush to Sankayue to stop him from doing anything reckless, but his arm was firmly held by other Fusangshen, unable to move.

"Don't worry, California Palace, I'll be back soon. If you get injured here, no one will take it for you." While speaking, San Riyue walked towards the teleportation array that had long been in ruins.

Stepping in, and then disappearing, only Qingguang's heart-piercing shouts remained in the pill.

If this place is compared to a kingdom of darkness, crescent moon is the king here.

All the fallen Fusangshen here were brought back one by one by Sanriyue.

The former owner of Sanriyue was a genius. Whether it was the method of hiding the dark aura or the technique of teleporting at any time with only coordinates, they were all taught to Sanriyue by that person—the name of that person was "Cang".

No. Honmaru.

Ranto Shiro held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, while humming a song, while bouncing around, there was a loud noise in the hall.

Hasebe: "This is a vase made by the lord himself. It must be placed on a noble table!"

Qingguang: "Are you saying that the table I made with Anding is ugly? Hasebe, do you want to fight?"

Song Xian: "To be honest, your... table is indeed very unrefined. What's the situation with these table legs of different lengths?"

Qing Guang: "Ah! It took An Ding and I three days to make this..."

Ranto Shiro walked to the door of the hall, poked his head out slightly, and watched the dispute between Kiyomitsu and the others, with a deepening smile on his face.

That's great, such a lively Honmaru.

Zong suddenly put his big hand on Luan's head, shook his head, turned his head dissatisfied, and then saw Yiqi Yizheng's gentle smile.

"Luan, are these the flowers that were picked and put into a vase?"

The messy head rubbed against Yiqi's arms: "That's right, brother Yiqi. Although the lord made it himself, a vase without flowers looks weird no matter how you look at it. However, Hasebe and the others are too clueless. Have you used it? I have been arguing over a table for three or four days and haven’t settled it.”

"It's probably because I cherish it too much." Phase [-] replied with a smile.

Because I cherish it, I want to give the best to the lord, even though the current object is just a vase made by the lord.

Sankaiyue and Xiaohumaru sat on the front porch, looking at the blue sky in the distance.

Today Yingmaru was arranged to play, so Xiaohumaru took Yingmaru's usual seat and sat with Sankaiyue.Between Xiaohuwan and Sanriyue, there was a plate of deep-fried tofu—the plate of tofu was made by Xiaohuwan himself.

Sanriyue took a sip of tea, then poked a piece of fried tofu with a toothpick and put it in her mouth, chewing carefully: "Hahaha! The taste of the fried tofu is different because of the different plates. It seems that there is a warmer flavor. Feel."

Xiaohu Wan poked a piece of fried tofu with the same movement, and narrowed his eyes happily: "This is Xiaohu's honor. Today, the lord went to the clinic again. When the lord comes back, I will ask Candlestick to make some more for the lord." eat!"

"It's so good, so good~" San Riyue put on an old man's posture, and replied slowly.

Sanri Yuezong is an extremely casual knife. The long years have given him profound experience. After seeing it a lot, he will naturally be able to let it go.

Therefore, you will not be too attached to everything in the world, whether it is the lord or other swords, meeting is fate, and parting is also fate.

But once Sanriyue encounters something that she can't let go of, then this feeling must be unforgettable. The more people who look at everything and become persistent, the more terrifying it will be.

Ten thousand houses.

Sanri Yuezong stood near the entrance of the psychological clinic, squinting at the name of the clinic, and his elegant demeanor attracted many mental examiners to stop and watch.

Does a sword like Mikazuki Zongjin have psychological problems in the first place?

This question has arisen in the minds of many god judges

Sanriyue looked around, showing a smile that made the examiner blush and heartbeat, and then walked into the clinic happily.

It's a pity that Fu Sangshen is the only one who can hide the dark aura so perfectly on his body. Other dark swords can't pass through the barrier that surrounds Wanwu.Even if it was Dark Falling An Ning at the beginning, it was only after taking advantage of the loopholes in the enchantment that it got into Honmaru.

Otherwise, it would be easy to capture Wanwu.

Okita was sitting behind the curtain at this time, sitting at the table with his head propped up, flipping through a book about monster stories.

After returning from the journey of appreciating monsters, Okita became very interested in monsters.

In the past, his vision was always limited to the Shinsengumi, thinking that was the whole world.But now Okita finds that the world is huge, and there are many unknowns waiting for him to explore.

Once his only wish was to continue wielding the sword and open the way for Mr. Kondo's ideals, but now, Okita finds himself becoming greedy.

He wants to establish more bonds with those swords who come to Honmaru, or are about to come to Honmaru; he wants to make more friends like Yoshiba and Hanako; something; want...

Perhaps it was because his obsession with killing people with a knife in the past was too strong that he responded to the call of the government of time.However, for the current Okita, it doesn't matter even if he can no longer wield a sword, because he has more things that he cannot let go of.

Of course, Okita still loves his kendo, and only by becoming stronger can he continue to protect his Honmaru.It's just that the way of swordsmanship is no longer the only one. Even if he becomes the same as other god judges without any martial arts skills, those swordsmen will love him the same.

To be loved and needed is enough.

The wind chime tied to the clinic's entrance made a crisp sound, reminding Okita of a visitor.Okita put down his book, raised his head, and unexpectedly found that it was Mikazuki Zongjin who walked in.

"Good day, Your Highness Okita." Mikazuki Zongjin wore a gorgeous battle uniform, looked at Okita who was isolated behind the curtain, and showed an interesting smile.

"You know me?" Okita frowned slightly, secretly vigilant.

He has never publicly revealed his identity in Wanwu. Except for Ryota and Hanako Honmaru's Fusangshen, there should be no other Fusangshen who knows that he is Okita Souji.

"Naturally, I not only know His Highness Okita, but also know some things that His Highness Okita doesn't know." The smile on Sankai Yuezong's mouth continued to deepen.

"Like, the fact that you're dead at all."

Hearing this, Okita already knew that the other party was not kind.Although he didn't know Sanriyue's purpose, he wasn't stupid enough to follow the other party's footsteps.

"Ah, I've known about this kind of thing for a long time. The dark fall of Honmaru back then has something to do with you, right?"

Okita has a secret that no one has ever told. The moment he slashed at An Ding An Ding, An Ding An Ding's lips squirmed a few times. Perhaps it was because of the tacit understanding at that moment that Okita miraculously understood An Ding An Ding. Meaning - be careful of the crescent moon.

After that incident ended, the government gave an explanation that the coordinates were leaked because of the collusion between the staff member Luo Chuan and the retrograde army, which led to the attack on Honmaru. As for the matter of An Ding, it didn't mention it at all.

But for the first time, Okita knew that the enemies of the Government of Time, in addition to the retrograde army, were also those Fusangshen who had fallen in the dark.

"Then, does His Highness Okita know the fact that you are still in a state of death?" Mikazuki Zongjin did not answer Okita's question, his red lips opened and closed like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Everything about the Government of Time is a lie. In fact, you have not been resurrected at all! Then, His Highness Okita, tell me, what kind of existence is it that you are standing here now?"

The author has something to say: The author is going to zoom in!I promise this article is H, H, H, and the important things are said.

In fact, maybe Okita-kun’s ideal way of existence is a good thing (Hey, did the author spoil anything?)

The children of the college entrance examination have to work hard for the Chinese test on the first day!Okita-kun will wish everyone a prosperous writing *^_^*