Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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After a week of observation, Yuzaoqian finally agreed to let her go out after repeatedly confirming that Qingtu was fine.

And all of this, Tamamo never figured it out.

Obviously the main body has been burnt down to such a small and dilapidated state, if it were replaced by other calligraphy and painting spirits, it would have been annihilated in the world long ago, even if it survived, it would never be so comfortable.

It is absolutely impossible to be like Qing Tu, who is alive and kicking and eating delicious food.

It's like a patient who was sentenced to death by a doctor and asked to go home to "eat something good". As a result, the patient returned home in good health, and he was fine after the doctor died.

This kind of anomaly even made Tamazamae speculate that "this will not be a flashback". After a week of serving him with good tea and good food, he found that the woman was still alive and kicking, so he was finally relieved.

Then I sincerely admire——

Sure enough, the disaster will last for thousands of years.

Of course, when it comes to changes, there are still a few things.

For example—the human influence appears more often, although the face is still blurred, but at least it is not like the original one, it is a transparent person.

And, the number of dazes increased.

Like a hamster that suddenly became stunned after eating half the grass, Tamamomae had seen her looking out on the highest rock outside the shrine many times.

Moreover, since Qingtu came back this time, she has never set foot in the main hall again. You must know that the main hall is a place where gods are enshrined, and the body of hell in disguise is also stored here, so the main hall should be her instead. A place where she should be, but she... seems to be avoiding it.

There must be something that he doesn't know, and it has happened subtly.

Thinking of this, Yu Zaoqian felt extremely bad. This god he raised as a big daughter always silently caused problems for him, and the headache index was almost as good as the two real bear children.

As an excellent parent, children should not run away from problems, but should find them out. He guessed that the reason why Qingtu was unwilling to go to the main hall might be because he didn't want to see his incomplete body, so he avoided the main hall of.

This is not possible, he will have to find an opportunity to enlighten him in the future, as a god, how can he avoid his main temple?

However, such an incident changed Tamazamae's thoughts——

One late night, Yu Zaoqian accompanied Ye Yuyi to the bathroom, and when he passed by the front hall, he glanced casually and found Qingtu's figure.

She knelt and sat in front of her main body, watching, silently in a daze.

Suddenly, Yuzao saw that her own god stood up suddenly, and in her hand, there suddenly appeared the kind of fuel and torch used to burn heterosexuals——

Wait, what is she going to do?

Yu Zao held Yu Yi who seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping in his arms, and stared dumbfounded at Qingtu pouring gasoline in a plastic bucket on the mural, and then holding a torch, getting closer and closer...

then.

Then Qingtu was grabbed by the back of Fate's neck by the furious Yuzao.

It seems that the puberty syndrome of my own god is more serious than imagined.

........................

It can be said that when Yu Zaoqian saw Qingtu for the first time, she did not see that she had such a strong potential for puberty syndrome.

No, perhaps, she just showed a little bit of sanity, ignorant and only acting according to instinct...

To be honest, it is much more worry-free than it is now. After all, if you don't even have psychology, how can you have psychological problems.

However, Tamazamo didn't cherish the blue pictures of this period, because—his eyes mainly fell on her side, that witch.

……

"Sorry, I said too much."

Tamamo put down the teacup, and immediately after, the empty cup was filled with tea.

Here, the host does not have the self-awareness of the host, and the guest does not look like a guest. Seeing his glass being filled, Tamamo raised his eyebrows and raised his glass again.

The guests across the coffee table also toasted at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Yuzao turned her head and asked the guest in a low voice.

The guest did not answer in time, but drank the tea soup in the cup in small sips, took out the white silk and wiped the corners of his mouth slightly, the green tea soup and the red color of the lips were smudged.

"Not good."

The guest slowly wiped off the red color on the mouth of the cup, and then sat upright, "Please don't make things difficult for me... Your Excellency the Envoy of God."

His tone didn't fluctuate much, but he didn't feel lifeless. There was a strange charm in his tone, which couldn't be said to have any characteristics, but it sounded very comfortable.

"after all……"

"I'm just a drug seller."

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"Are you all right, Your Highness Suzumaru Koji?"

Da Baoping looked at one of the five swords in the world who had just come to Honmaru, and asked with some concern, no wonder, at this moment, Shuzhuwan Hengji's expression was very bad.

His face was pale and his lips were purple.

If Da Baoping didn't know that he was a new forging knife, maybe he would have to guess.

"No problem." Shuzhuwan Hengci's cold voice sounded, and after listening to the voice, you can imagine a handsome and elegant young man, but when Shuzhuwan Hengci raised his head, you could only see two big dark circles .

"It's too much of a stretch to say it's okay at this time."

Beside, smiling Qing Jiang suddenly spoke.

He looked a little better than Suzumaru Tsuneji with dark circles under his eyes, but his face was still haggard.

"This is where the laws of nature lie..." Smiling Qingjiang sat slumped on the chair, resting his head on his hands, "There is no doubt that this is the new god-inspector restraining us."

"Hell in Disguise" is a religious/religious painting drawn in a temple. It stands to reason that not only should one not restrain Buddhist knives and divine knives, but should get close to them.

However, the reality is just the opposite. When the five swords forged by Ibaraki Doji signed a contract with Honmaru, he instantly showed an expression of discomfort.

This shouldn't be, this is the flood that rushed into the Dragon King Temple.

Just when all the men with swords were guessing what was going on, a deafening voice suddenly sounded!

"It must be the retribution caused by our killing karma!"

They looked back in astonishment, and saw Jiang Xuezuowen sitting cross-legged on the futon as if meditating, his eyes closed, and the beads in his hands were spinning quickly. Also because of the unacceptable environment, Jiang Xuezuowen looked... thinner .

At first glance, it looks like an old monk who has already sat down.

However, his spirit was extremely excited.

"It must be that we have committed too many karma, and the judge is punishing us on behalf of hell. Sure enough, peace is the only truth..."

Oh, it turns out that the symptoms of acclimatization in Jiang Xuezuo's writing are nonsense...

The sword men looked at each other, then nodded.

Jiang Xuezuo's words have never seen how Lord Qingtu kills the marching army... Just like the Shandong pancake roll/shredded meat, the whole army is wiped out after one wrap, that is the real killing.

Forget it, let's not talk to Jiang Xuezuo about this.

"What happened to Taro Tachi and Ishikirimaru?" Sayo Zuofuji worriedly tried to take care of his brother, but he didn't know how to take care of him, so he moved to Yaken Toshiro's side and asked with some concern.

"Ah, how should I put it?" Yaken Toshiro pushed his glasses in some embarrassment. "well enough."

Ishikirimaru and Taro Tachi were very lucky to suffer from a disease that was not uncomfortable. It stands to reason that they are completely alive and kicking now.

However, the two of them had to stay in bed.

why?

Because of the two of them, got a fear of heights.

So at the moment, the two of them are the sickest, they can't even stand up, it can be said that they have to sit in the urinal even to urinate——

No wonder Master Qingtu, the god judge, has forged knives so many times, but he has never forged Buddhist knives, divine knives, or ghost knives. It turns out that there is another reason.

"I made more than ten phone calls to Lord Qingtu, and I finally got through." Yaken Toshiro said, "I think this time, she will definitely come to see it."

However, even though Yaken Toshiro comforted him, he still had no idea.

The insomnia of Shuzhuwan Hengji and Smiling Qingjiang is okay, Jiang Xuezuo's symptoms similar to hyperthyroidism don't seem to be a problem, but Taro Taidao and Ishiqiewan's fear of heights, he doesn't believe that there is any good way for the examiner.

That's the guy who has to tremble against the wall even when he stands up.

A gust of wind suddenly came from outside the courtyard, rustling the big locust tree in the courtyard, and the bells hanging on the eaves also jingled—no.

The wind gradually stopped, but the bell was still ringing, with no intention of stopping, and the sound became louder and more urgent.

Suddenly, Yaken Toshiro frowned and raised his head, "Master God Judge is here."

Every time she brings outsiders, Qingtu, the god judge, always enters through the gate in a regular manner, but if she is the only one, then no one knows how she will enter her own pill.

As it is now - no one knows exactly how she got in.

Minghu was not good at words, so he happened to be sitting at the door at this moment, which made him the first man with a sword to go out of the house to meet the God judge. He stood up and opened the door.

As soon as he took a step, a black shadow enveloped him immediately after.

"Acridine, is it Lord Qingtu! Come on, Minghu, and say hello to Lord Judge!"

The little fox on Minghu's shoulder was a little excited, it was the first time it saw Qingtu of the God Judge.

That's right, it was the first "see".

Minghu was stunned for a moment, he raised his head, and his eyes fell into a pair of deep eyes.

In front of him was a woman... who was his god judge, and what surprised him the most was... he actually saw his god judge just like that.

Unprepared, unprepared.

The woman in front of her was wearing a black kimono-like dress. If she guessed correctly, it should be a Hanfu from the country next door. Her black hair was extremely long, and she seemed to be able to compete with Suzumaru Tsuneji. However, Minghu His gaze was deeply sunk into her pupils, unable to be pulled out.

Her face seemed to be wrapped in mist, but through the mist, she could faintly see the outline of a shocking beauty.

But the eyes were indeed exposed, just staring at Minghu's eyes unscrupulously.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but a bone-piercing cold hit him, and immediately after that, he didn't know anything.

This moment actually only happened for a moment, but Minghu felt that it was as long as several 10 minutes.

The men with swords inside the door filed out, and when they came to the courtyard, nothing happened, they only saw the back of Minghu... He stood under the tree with a tall and straight back, holding the little fox in one hand, and the other With one hand, he grabbed a leaf and played with it.

Rando Shiro, who rushed out, looked around in a daze, his eyes lit up when he saw Minghu in front of him, and he asked loudly, "Uncle Minghu, just now the God-inspector is here—"

Before he finished speaking, Yaken Toshiro quickly grabbed Ran's arm, pulled it hard, and signaled him to shut up.

Then, he pointed to the white stork at Minghu's feet.

This white stork, which is usually ignored by men with swords and swords, bowed its neck and lay docilely at Minghu's feet.

Ranto Shiro finally realized something, and took a sharp breath.

At this time, "Minghu" finally turned around, holding the little fox in his hands and plucking his hair, but the little fox in his arms showed... an expression of pain.

This expression reminded Yaken Toshiro of Taro Tachi and Ishikimaru who had a fear of heights. When they stood up against the wall, their expressions were exactly the same as it.

"Call everyone."

"Minghu" spoke, his tone was dull but unquestionable.

"Remember, it's everyone."

The author has something to say: I have become more and more salty recently... When I get home at 8 o'clock in the evening after get off work, I really don't want to do anything, I just want to sleep.

Am I really going to become a social animal?Inspiration is getting less and less, sometimes I can stare at a blank editing page for 10 minutes, and often fall asleep while writing in a small dark room. .

Moving less and less, eating more and more, and getting fatter.

The author of Shabi is probably about to be abolished...

You must persevere, the author of Shabi does not want to be a social animal...~