save the judge

The face of the newly awakened person is still slightly tired, and there is an eternal river in his eyes, like a pine forest after a heavy rain in early spring, intertwined with rime, which is colder than ice and snow, wandering on the thorns and dead trees set by fate , In the cold night and frost and snow, like a lonely traveler, walking alone.

Jingujiquan suddenly came back to his senses, and the coldness in his eyes faded instantly, replaced by a flawless and frivolous smile.

"...Why are you... here? Others...Is there anyone else?"

The patient, who was not noticed by the medical staff, had already woken up, packed up his things and left the ward. The sensor system then closed the door silently, leaving only the lying young man and the "ghost" that no one could see in the ward.

Jingujiquan's voice was very low, and he had to stop to catch his breath when he said a simple sentence, so that everyone who listened scratched their heads and wanted to get into his mind to see what he wanted to say.

But Higiri was very patient, he was sure that he was not mistaken when Izumi Jinguji woke up, the momentary boredom was like a person who had struggled to live for too long, and once again found his life back to the original point, And unwilling to give up his life cowardly.

Therefore, I am both happy in life and tired of living.

Higakiri had never seen such an interesting human being, it seemed that he was born a collection of contradictions, and even his ability to change faces was not inferior to those of Genji's previous patriarchs.

Jingujiquan glanced down gently.

The elegant blade gleamed coldly against his skin.

Mustache cut his eyes, and the corners of his eyes and brows overflowed with innocence and sweetness. The amber gold pupils were rippling with a gentle light like honey, and the light golden hair hanging by his ears were shining, as if they were about to melt A lump of candy wraps around the dangerously sharp blade in his hand.

Roses grow out of thorns.

It is probably such a dangerous and deceptive beauty.

Jingujiquan thought about this casually in his heart, he didn't mind his subordinates' dangerous behavior towards him while he was asleep, and he didn't even scold him for committing a crime.

After all, in his opinion, he just usurped the body of the real lord, and these Fusangshen were not his in the first place, so how could he demand excessive respect with sincerity and fear.

And... such a face and temperament really suit him too much.

The sick man who is accustomed to appreciating beauty happily looked at Fu Sangshen's face, and Mustache, who was watched by him "affectionately", put his knife back into its sheath as if nothing had happened, and raised the corner of his eyes: "I don't know what to do either." Knowing how to get here, the Patriarch should know more than me, right?"

The voice of Zhenyuan's Baodao seems to have been rubbed with honey, it is naturally soft and gentle, just saying a word gives people a warm and sweet feeling of coaxing a child.

Jingongjiquan's erratic mind was pulled back to its original position by this sharp question.

……Oops.

How to explain this, no matter how you say it, it will naturally make people think of things like seizing the house, and then make a connection with the vegetative examiner who suddenly woke up——

Well, the head fell to death.

Jinguji fell into a life crisis and fell silent.

Mustache tilted his head, although he put away the knife, he still leaned against him lawlessly, and even lowered his face: "Patriarch?"

The warm air blew the hair gently, and the cold skin was numb for a while. Higakiri looked at the pair of fluttering eyelashes with interest, and couldn't help blowing a breath, his black eyes immediately looked over, There was a flash of dark blue like peacock feathers in his eyes.

"Well... it's my ability."

Jingujiquan took a deep breath, and began to fool around in a serious manner.

"Because I have a natural defect, my soul often leaves my body. If I don't attach to someone else, I will die. A body with a soul cannot be attached. I can only find a body that is about to die or is not completely dead... ..."

He was full of sincerity in flickering, and Hu Qier listened attentively.

Halfway through Jingujiquan's speech, he looked carefully at the eyes of the blond Taidao. He had already implicitly hinted that their God-inspector might have died, and made it clear that his death had absolutely nothing to do with him. Even if he found out in the future If this master is not the real master, he shouldn't settle accounts with him, right?

At most, it can be counted as a crime of blasphemy/desecration of the corpse, and he can't be crushed to death!

He is not demanding, as long as he can survive!

After talking a lot, he held his breath and waited for Hikakiri's question, while frantically recalling whether there were any loopholes in his mind.To his surprise, that Zhen Taidao's receptive ability was so strong that he didn't ask a word, but tilted his head and gently rubbed his cheek: "I see, Patriarch, please rest, I will watch for you .”

This contact is really slight, it breaks at the touch of a touch, and it is kept within a restrained and polite range, just like a loyal subordinate who occasionally expresses a little tenderness to his master, which is quickly sealed back into the body by the rigid etiquette, allowing One couldn't help but wonder what was inside that body in full military uniform.

This kind of curiosity is only for a moment, lighter than a bird's white feather touching the surface of the dry water, but it still makes circles of ripples in unnoticed corners.

Jingujiquan just watched the blond Taidao sitting on the sofa next to the bed, the white military uniform jacket was still casually draped over his shoulders, and he put the main body sword horizontally on his lap, keeping a sword that could be pulled out at any time. With the knife out of its sheath, facing the door and the only window behind it, it really looks like a good subordinate who is dedicated to protecting his master.

It's really interesting, he can not only put the knife on his lifeline, but also use his body to block all possible injuries.

Such an existence caused Jingujiquan to live a boring life just to survive, and suddenly a tiny flame ignited.

He was looking at Higakiri here, and the Fu Sangshen who was being watched was calm and composed, with a straight back and a gentle expression, which made Jingujiquan feel sleepy after watching it for a long time.

The drowsy drowsiness brushed over his body, gently lifted his sinking consciousness, carried his mother's baby-like love, and sent him to the land of dreams, maybe he just came back from Honmaru, even this dream is similar to Honmaru related.

Izumi Jinguji stood in the courtyard of Honmaru. In his dream, he was small, hidden in a clump of wormwood, not conspicuous at all, even the corners of his clothes were covered tightly, and the hands of Xiaoroukeng were nervous. Curled up, looking out through the gaps in the grass——

The young man in a white coat held a bowl in his hand, and jumped down from the roof several meters high with ease. He held the bowl steadily in his hand, and nothing inside spilled out.

"Did you find him?" Another girl with long orange hair ran out from the corner of the corridor. Her voice was very sweet, with a girl's unique sense of delicateness, but the way she put her hand on the shoulder of the previous boy was very sweet. There is a chic spirit that only boys have.

"No, I should have hid in the reception room... Master Shiraishi will come to visit today." The young man's voice was low, and he stretched out his fingers to slowly push his glasses. Under the lenses were a pair of beautiful vine-purple eyes.

The little Jingujiquan who was hiding in the grass covered his mouth, his round black eyes rolled around a few times, and when they walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest solemnly.

His movements are very old-fashioned, and his imitation is decent, but because of his too immature face, there is a little ironic contrast.

He brushed aside the blades of grass in front of him with his arms, and was about to take a step when a big, dark, distorted face plate faintly stretched out and approached him.

The distance between the two faces is only one finger. That face is very big, as if it has been rolled back and forth countless times with a rolling pin, it is flat and stretched, and the facial features are a little too arbitrary. There is only one vertical eye in the big cake face In the middle, the eyeballs are staring curiously at Jinguji spring, on which there is a piece of pink soft thing hanging out, dripping water.

The child looked at the big face in front of him that was beyond the limits of human imagination, his eyes widened, and his mouth slowly grew.

Then, the soft and cold thing stretched a little, touching his nose, from bottom to top——

"Chuck."

The sound of licking was very clear, and the child was completely startled. He reached out and touched the place that was licked foolishly, his hands were wet and sticky with saliva.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Quan?!" The shrill cry quickly attracted a large group of fusangshen. The leading woman was wearing thick and dignified sleeves, holding a naginata in her hand, which was completely opposite to her gentle appearance. Seeing the situation here , she shook her hand and pulled something from the waist of a young man beside her, and shouted: "Stay away from my concubine's son! Stay away!"

Following her roar, a dagger with a snow-white and cold light came first, and nailed straight to the child's feet an inch in front, exuding a chilling deterrence, causing the big face to float back a little in horror.

The vibrating dagger immediately collapsed into flourishing cherry blossoms, gathered together and fell, outlining a black-haired boy in a white coat.

He half-kneeled in front of Jingujiquan, holding the dagger in his hand, guarding the child behind him with vigilance in his eyes. As soon as the miscellaneous ghost turned around, he skillfully picked up the child who was still collapsing and crying. Jump to a place far away from the battle circle, watching the general lead his colleagues to chase and fight the miscellaneous ghosts.

"Can you change the general's habit of throwing whoever he catches... Nine out of ten times he catches me, the frequency is too high!"

The boy's deep voice was full of helplessness, as he spoke, he shook the child in his hand: "Right, Master Quan?"

He lowered his head and looked at the child in his arms.

Jingongjiquan looked back at him, his eyes were a little dazed, and he lost his mind without knowing what was going on.

Yaken Toshiro, looks really reliable.

The smiling dagger did not wait for his answer in the end, and Jingujiquan woke up suddenly from his dream, staring straight at the ceiling.

The content of the dream is like running water brushing your fingertips, or like dewdrops on the grass leaves in the morning. Once the sun shines like that, there will be nothing.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have dreamed about Honmaru, how could he have such a dream?Strangely enough, this dream gave him a great sense of security.

Really rare.

Then, he slowly remembered that there seemed to be someone else in the ward.

He turned back to look at the sofa belatedly, and before his eyes touched there, he caught a dark blue figure first.

The man, as calm as the sea, sat on the chair beside the bed, with his legs crossed, with that strange and unpredictable smile on his face, staring at him as if he was reading some valuable text, The end of the saber at his waist touched the ground, and the metal touched the tiles. When he moved, he made a long and crisp "ding".

"Oh, wake up."

Seeing his gaze turned, Qing Wang pushed his glasses, and his blue pupils mixed with a streak of dark purple moved a little closer, as if he couldn't see people clearly, and he had to get closer to speak properly.

"Your Excellency slept for three days, how do you feel?"

Jingujiquan looked at this uninvited troublesome person with a blank expression and even wanted to sleep for another three days.