save the judge

The waking up of the owner of Honmaru is undoubtedly an exciting event. The sword of the expedition came out of the teleportation array carrying all kinds of green vegetables and game, and I felt that today's Honmaru is very...

How should I put it, tense and relaxed, united and lively.

Izumi Mori Kanesada held a bundle of rice in one hand, and had to use the other hand to brush his hair. He raised his head proudly: "Sure enough, have they finally realized the importance of me? This is a welcome event for us. Will it?"

No...we don't think so.

The other swords did not make a sound, thinking silently in their hearts.

Hachisu He Huche held up a basin that was almost full of water with a look of disgust, trying to keep the dripping water away from his armor, and looked inside with the disgust that could not be concealed on his face. With one glance, his brows were immediately frowned: "...died again—have you not woken up yet?"

His last sentence was addressed to Izumi Mori, and his tone was full of world-weariness for the pot in his hand.

"As a precious treasure of Huche, I have to be reduced to the point of fishing—"

Next to him, another dao with pink hair turned his head slightly, as if he wasn't listening to his companions' conversation at all.He is really good-looking, an undisputed morbid beauty, wrapped in abstinent cassock, his face is extremely white, his slender eyelashes are trembling like butterflies, covering a pair of rare heterochromatic pupils, and his whole body is filled with With a decadent and quiet aura, there is also a sadistic beauty that makes one want to hold him in the palm of his hand and torture him.

But this almost perverted beauty was completely destroyed by the three dead rabbits in his hand.

It can be seen that the rabbit was slaughtered in a hurry, staring at the eyes that are dying, blood is still dripping down the neck intermittently, and the fur is covered with messy grass clippings and soil. A rabbit's head and neck are only connected by a little bit. Poor Pi, his whole body was on the verge of falling down, and the other two died miserably. There was a big hole running through the front and back of the stomach, and even the muscles and internal organs in the abdominal cavity were clearly visible.

The blood on the animal's body was stained with the knife's fingers, and there were sporadic bloodstains on the pale hands that had not been wiped off. These three extra decorations forcibly added a touch to his sickly temperament. Something called "savagery".

Zong San Zuowen kept looking forward with a sad expression, and it took a long time before he muttered slowly: "The breath...has changed...the cage, is it open again..."

Horikawa Kunihiro ran down the corridor in a hurry, saw them coming back, and immediately waved happily: "Kane-san!"

The black-haired and blue-eyed Wakizawa quickly took some of the rice from Izumi Mori, raised his head and smiled: "Is the Kanesan expedition going well? Do you want to eat now? The kitchen is ready, but... There is good news."

Zong San slightly lowered his eyes, and an expected emotion flashed in his blue eyes.

"Master is awake, everyone is preparing for the evening banquet, it should be very lively."

Hequan Shou changed the rice in his hand to hold it in the other hand, and used his free hand to press the handle of the knife at his waist habitually: "Hahahahahaha...that's really good news, um, such a fun thing, of course I can't do it without me Be there."

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who had been silent all this time, pulled down the blanket over his head to cover his face, only showing a pointed chin, with a gloomy expression, and left with his head down without saying a word.

Horikawa Kunihiro stared at his back for a while, with a little worry in his eyes.

As a brother of the same sword sect, and a delicate character Wakisashi, he knows Yamabukiri's character very well.Originally, Yizhen loves to fight knives, but he always can't get over the hurdles in his heart, and he is easy to think wildly. It's okay when the master is not awake, and everyone can't tell the difference.Now that the master is awake, he will definitely start to worry about the imitations and not imitations again, and then he will have the idea of ​​keeping a respectful distance from the master...

It would be great if I could ask the master to talk to him... But this doesn't seem to be a problem that can be solved simply by talking...

The little angel who was full of entanglements thought so, and stepped into the corridor with Izumi Mamoru.

Hey... Let's prepare for today's dinner first, and it will be Yamabagiri's turn soon, maybe the master's unexpected personality won't necessarily overcome him...

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Not long after waking up, he was fed a bunch of introductions about Honmaru and Fusangshen, and Jingujiquan was still in a short downtime.

Although what they said was a bit bizarre, Jingujiquan accepted it very naturally, and the acceptance process was even beyond his own expectations, to be more precise...

He seemed to have heard these things somewhere before.

and……

He pondered for a while, then turned his gaze to Yaken Toshiro who was turning the pages of the book not far away.

I always feel that these Fu Sangshen are also very familiar, and this familiarity even surprised him.Where have you seen it before?This vibrating dagger looks very reliable at first glance, and... what's the matter with that faint sense of fear...

In the past, he wandered for too long, so long that he could not remember where he came from, nor his life experience. Occasionally, there would be vague memory fragments, and they were all inconsistent fragments. I gave up looking for the life experience that I don't know if it is meaningful.

But now this kind of familiarity, can you think that he may have found something inadvertently?

Jingongjiquan, who has been borrowing other people's bodies all the year round, never thought that he was so lucky this time, and fell straight into his own shell.

It is also the reason for multiple rotations, he is always used to pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, no matter whether he has inherited the memory of the original owner or not, he must not show timidity, if he is caught and it is not the original, it will be bad.

But it sounds like this role-playing is not difficult. After all, Fu Sangshen have never seen what the original God-inspector looked like. His task now is...

Make sure you don't hang up.

Ahhhhh, this body is really weak!He has never seen such a weak body!It felt like he would die if he turned over, coughed up blood if he said a word more, and died suddenly from exhaustion after walking a few steps—no, to be precise, he didn't have the ability to walk yet.

Jingu Jiizumi had a sullen face, and there were two short knives sitting next to him. Awataguchi's katana twins were holding his hands, lowering their heads seriously and rubbing his fingers for reconstruction...

Yes, a vegetative person wants to restore the body functions that have been sleeping for many years, how can it be such a simple thing!He can't even speak clearly now, his tongue is so stiff that he can't control it at all.

And he didn't say that every movement of his now hurts like hell, and he can only hold it in his throat so that he can't make a sound.

What the hell is going on... is it because of this body?Obviously no other body is like this, I always feel that a large part of the soul is missing, maybe when it will die violently...

Thinking so calmly, he leaned back.

The warm and soft body behind seemed to let out a low laugh.

A hand fell on his face, and the temperature of the palm made Jingujiquan, who was extremely hypothermic, let out a sigh.

"Oh, is the owner acting like a baby?"

A very sweet and soft voice sounded from the top of his head, the blond Taidao narrowed his eyes with a smile, raised his hand and carefully hugged Jingujiquan's upper body.

The person hugged by him quietly rolled his eyes.

Heh, tell me, you yourself are also a semi-disabled person now.

The newly manifested sword awakened from the body of steel, obtained a human body, and gained the ability to control himself. At the same time, he was forced to learn how to use his body.

When they were swords, they just needed to stay by the master's side, but now, they had to learn to walk. Although this process was short, it still existed absolutely.

The other swords that manifested at the same time as Higakiri have already moved freely, and occasionally there are some jerky situations, but they basically don't need the help of their companions.

Only this Zhenyuanshi's Ping An Old Sword...

As soon as you lift your foot, you will fall, as soon as you lift your foot, you will fall!

Obviously he learned everything else very quickly, and even learned to drink tea and put on clothes, but he just couldn't learn to walk!

What is wrong with this!

Falling down on the porch for the sixth time in half a day, the other companions have become used to it, raised their hands to help him, mustache waved his hand, smiled and slowly got up by himself, just after being seen by Izumi Jinguji by the window , this Zhen Taidao got the back treatment of becoming a Honmaru judge.

This made Yaken Fujishiro, who was flipping through the book to find out whether Token Fusangshin had a cerebellar disability, vaguely seemed to have discovered something.

He couldn't help casting suspicious eyes on the natural taichi smiling while holding his teacup.

Mustache looked at him with his head tilted, his eyes were innocent and harmless, more silly than sweet.

...Could it be that he was thinking too much?Yao Yan bowed his head to reflect on the bad behavior he suspected of his companion, and continued to flip through the book.

Mustuki took a sip slowly while holding the teacup, his eyelashes turned into a slender fish, covering the smiling light in his eyes.

"Master~Master~you can go to the banquet~Do you want Jiro to give you a hug~" Otachi appeared at the door, tall and tall, dressed in a gorgeous geisha costume, so glamorous, he leaned lazily on the door frame, Still holding a flagon in his hand, "Want to drink together?"

Jingujiquan's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

There is such a Fusangshen?Pink!

However, the black-haired dagger closed the book with a snap: "Jiroden, the general is not allowed to drink."

"Oh, what a pity, the wine is delicious." Odachi shook the wine bottle aggrievedly, and sighed, "Then let Jiro drink it for the master."

No!

Jingujiquan watched the jug bottom out, and let out a miserable cry in his heart.

The beard cut behind him was full of interesting expressions, observing his changing expression, blinking his eyes lightly, rubbing his chin with his slender fingers, not knowing what he thought of.

Maeda Toshiro carefully finished a set of finger rehabilitation exercises for Jingujiquan, raised his face, and smiled cutely: "Master, how do you feel?"

Jingujiquan held back the tears in his heart, and struggled to smile at him: "Ah... thank you."

Maeda pursed his lips, with a faint blush on his cheeks: "You don't need to thank me, I am the last member of the Toshiro family. Although I haven't made any military achievements, as long as I can serve you forever..."

There is unreserved trust and intimacy in Xiaodao Dao's brown eyes.

Such burning feelings made Jinguji startled suddenly.

forever...?

How can there be any eternity? He has heard so many crying and persuasion in so many reincarnations, but the damned will always die, and there is no one who lives for a while longer.

Speaking of which, I am really envious of this "Shen Gongjiquan", who has never met them before, but was entrusted with such beautiful feelings.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Are you sad?

Jingujiquan's good mood just now suddenly disappeared.

Strange, what is he thinking about, isn't life and death a very normal thing, as long as he can drag on and live for a while, he can't even control himself, and it's a waste of time to sympathize with these fusangshen Are you sick?

Thinking so wildly, Jiro Tachi had already bent down, his appearance was completely reflected in the thick golden eyes.

"Master is so light... Eat more meat." Holding Jinguji in his arms, the glamorous Odachi commented.

The short swords guarded the left and right and slowly went downstairs. Higakiri, who stayed indoors, drank the last sip of tea, stretched, stood up calmly, followed up with steps, and stepped across the threshold lightly, with smooth movements and little bumps. None.

Yaoyan who occasionally turned around: ... You really are lying, right? !A scheming veteran!