save the judge

Jingujiquan stopped talking suddenly, without saying a word.

What can he say?

He couldn't remember how old he was and why he became like this. Maybe he didn't have such obsessions that were almost paranoid and twisted. Will it change?

There are no bright colors and smells in the soul's vision, and even the temperature perception is not obvious. He can only greedily touch the world with other people's eyes, other people's noses, and other people's arms, and accept people who love this body Only then can he feel the warmth of a living person.

What a precious experience that is, enough to make wandering souls shed tears.

So he wants to live, right?

He would rather accept the pain of never leaving the body, but also want to live. Even if he can only lie there, at least he has the benefit of being able to breathe. Compared with an ignorant and dull ghost, how happy it is to be a human being for a short time, living recklessly and crazily thing!

Jingongjiquan didn't speak, he was keenly aware of Guochang Lu Dajue's dislike of this point of view.

"Quan, you shouldn't think like that."

The old man who had experienced the craziest war and supported the peaceful world with one hand spoke slowly.

"Living is the instinct of all people, but you should know why you live." He was thinking, trying to transmit his thoughts to this junior.

"Just to extend the life of this body..."

Jingongjiquan interrupted him softly: "I know what you mean."

His fingers touched the thin white sheet on the woman's body: "But I don't agree, even if it's just breathing, it's worth cherishing."

The white cotton cloth was shaken out, covering the woman's pale face.

"It's a pity that I couldn't cut your hair again--" Mother.

He chewed the last word twice in his mouth, smiled silently, and didn't say it.

The old man watched the young man turn away without any hesitation, and a rare sad expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "Weitzman, he really looks like you when you were young, so stubborn that it doesn't make sense."

There was a flash of light on the communicator, and a light blue light screen unfolded from mid-air. The handsome man with long silver hair held a glass of red wine in his hand and looked over with a smile: "Have you had any conflicts with the children?"

He touched his chin: "But I think my temper is pretty good?"

The King of Gold couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, I worked hard to talk for hours, and then you just need to be responsible for the easy rejection. This kid is more than you, and he didn't even let me finish."

The King of Silver, who lived on the airship all year round, blinked: "That's why I said a long time ago, Lieutenant, you are definitely not suitable to be a teacher.

The King of Gold looked at the face of his old friend on the screen that had not changed for many years, sighed softly, and swallowed what he was about to say.

This is the case with a good friend for many years. Before you say it, he knows what you want to say, and he is one step ahead of you even refusing.

As soon as Jingongjiquan went out, the two fusangshen who were leaning on the left and right looked over. Yaoyan was playing with the short knife in his hand, and turned the Yixing knife between his fingers to make a whirring sound, while Jiang Xue stood straight Standing on the ground, with one hand upright, half-closed eyes, muttering in his mouth as if he was muttering something.

Seeing the master coming out, they stopped their entertainment at the same time and looked up.

The black-haired young man had no abnormal expression, calm as if the person who passed away in the ward had nothing to do with him.

Yao Yan was a little uncertain about the mood of the general, so he didn't speak rashly. Jiang Xue was originally a character who was so quiet that he almost disappeared, and he couldn't take the initiative to speak, so the three of them left the Yuzhu Tower like this.

Hasebe, who was waiting outside, was one step faster than his colleagues, and rushed to Jinguji with a long stride: "Master! How are you? Anyway, please condolences. Taking care of your body is the most important thing. important!"

Da Dao, who is not very good at comforting others, racked his brains to say something nice, but after squeezing for a long time, he still only said a few words that sounded innocuous, and the frustration in his heart was almost overflowing.

It’s hard to get such an opportunity to comfort the Lord!But I didn't grasp it well!Ahhhhh, Hasebe, why don't you enter the forge and reforge it!He spurned himself in his heart, desperately wishing he could burst into tears.

In this scene, it seems that it is hard to say which of the two of them is bereaved.

Jingong Siquan was a little helpless and a little funny, and the unpleasantness of arguing with Guochang Road just now was forgotten: "Okay, since we are here, why don't we go to a bar together?"

This topic jumped a bit, Fu Sangshen were stunned for a moment, Yao Yan, who reacted the fastest, immediately objected: "No, general, your physical condition—"

Jingujiquan was quite understanding: "Then I'll watch you drink."

Jiro Tachi, dressed as a geisha, was already excited, with one hand resting on his elder brother's shoulder, and the other holding up a jug that came from nowhere: "Okay! Drink and drink! Long live the master!"

Izumi Jinguji felt quite sympathetic to Jiro Taidao's happiness, and directly pressed his hand on Yaken's body sword, and the abundant spiritual power overflowed and flowed into the short sword, and the black-haired short sword Fusangshin's figure suddenly solidified.

"Come on, at least I can't just sit there by myself and put dozens of cups in front of me stupidly, right?"

The dark-haired young man held out his hand to them.

"Hey hey, what the master said is right." The handsome blond Fu Sangshen approached with a smile, took off his gloves neatly, and was the first to put his hand on Jinguji's palm, "Then, please ask the master. ?”

The body temperature of Jingujiquan is a little lower than that of ordinary people, and his hands are as pale and delicate as fine porcelain. The palms are filled with cold warmth. Fu Sangshen puts his hands on them, and the hot body temperature penetrates through the touching part of the two. Like a small but hard sharp arrow, it pierced Jinguji's body with irresistible force.

He couldn't tell whether he wanted to get closer to such a temperature or was afraid of it, subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held flatly by the other hand: "Patriarch?"

With a slightly urging tone, Fu Sangshen, whose pupils were as beautiful as expensive jewels, tilted his head to look at him, with a smile on his lips, as if it was just a simple and innocent question.

Jingujiquan's hands trembled.

He...hasn't touched the temperature of the human body for a long time. It's soft and warm. He can feel the blood rushing in the blood vessels and the beating heart...

He took a slight breath, and greedily moved closer to that hand.

The tumult-colored spiritual power flowed softly, and a very faint golden halo flashed across Hidekiri's body.

"Thank you very much, Master."

Taidao, who was born in the Heian era, smiled gently, but this smile looked bad in the eyes of Jinguji.

"Just give me the knife." Seeing that Hasebe also wanted to reach out, Jinguji subconsciously refused for some reason.

"That's what I wanted to say just now, you are moving too fast." He seemed to cut his mustache, and quickly turned his attention to the body knife that Hasebe handed over.

The warmth that belongs to the human body in the palm has not yet dissipated, and the anxiety hovering in the bottom of my heart can't help sticking out my head.

What a body, what health!If I could have such a body... The evil thoughts that were about to move quietly stirred the organs in the chest cavity.

As long as he is strong enough, while those children whose souls are still unstable are asleep, he can completely drive out that young soul, and then occupy such a body, which can run, jump and play without suffering from illness, and can have With the same body temperature as others, you can, you can do many things that you couldn't do before...

The chill that belonged to the sword in his hand made him tremble.

"Master?" Hasebe couldn't help asking worriedly when he saw that he was still moving.

"Ah? Ah!" Jingong Jiquan suddenly came back to his senses, his face was a little frighteningly pale, and then he looked at the knife in his hand, his heart trembled, what was he thinking just now...

Quickly stabilized the figures of the Fusangshen, he directly led a large group of people to the HOMRA bar.

The little knives were the most excited. They ran around Jingujiquan, chattering about things in Honmaru, and stopped to take a look at anything interesting. Jingujiquan also let them play. They dragged them around patiently, and bought a big ice cream for each of them when they passed the ice cream truck.

Yaken, who was also classified as a "child" because of his body size, was also forced into an ice cream. He held the chocolate yogurt ice cream sprinkled with nuts and carefully looked at the snow-white cream on it.

The candle holder on the side noticed his eyes, looked at the ice cream, and smiled: "It should be made of custard, right? If so, you can make it yourself. There are some butter and flour in this pill, and there is also a lot of sugar. Eggs are relatively easy to find... If Yaoyandian wants to eat it, I can try to make some, it doesn't feel too difficult. But it is rare to see Yaoyandian like this..."

Yao Yan blushed, and awkwardly stretched out his hand as if he wanted to push his glasses, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that he was not wearing glasses, so he touched his nose: "No, I'm not..."

He muttered for a long time but didn't say anything, so he had to acquiesce to Candlestick Che's joke.

Actually... It was the first time for them to eat such food.

Born in the ancient and distant era, and awakened a hundred years later, the Fusangshen spend most of their time on various battlefields, without the opportunity to go to the present world, and of course it is impossible to come into contact with these new things.

In the early years, many new-style dim sum recipes were passed down from the country of Tang across the sea. Among them, there are similar exquisite desserts, but the national conditions are different, and they can only be tasted by the top few officials. Yao Yan follows Mr. Nobunaga , I have also seen similar food like this, it is a treasure that is only made at major festival banquets.

But now, even any commoner can afford such snacks.

The original god judge didn't treat them harshly, but she didn't like to eat these cold foods herself, so naturally she wouldn't think of buying them for the fusangshen.

It's like the tall buildings and fast-moving trains in front of you, the display screens suspended in mid-air, and the new-style advertisements with flashing lights...

It is true that there is a computer in this pill, but seeing it on the screen is completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.

Yaken looked thoughtfully at the black-haired young man walking in the front.

None of them asked when he planned to return to Honmaru.

In just half a day, he can see that the living environment here is definitely much better than Honmaru. There is not even enough food in Honwan, let alone these novel desserts. If the general doesn't want to go back...

Is it normal?

But they... They are the gods of swords and swords, and they are born to run on the battlefield. They have their own missions, and they also have the pride of never betraying the Lord as swords.

What would he do if their calling and pride collided?

The cream melted a little and dripped on his fingers, Yaken silently took out his handkerchief and wiped off the wet and cold cream, there was still a sticky feeling on his fingers, which made him a little upset.

Jingongjiquan didn't know that he was thinking so much about raising his dagger, and he didn't think of anything that he couldn't go back. He had already pushed open the door of the bar, and there was soft and soothing music playing inside. The boss behind the bar was holding a Smoke, still wiping the glass that never seems to be finished over and over again.

Seeing the person pushing the door, he opened his eyes in surprise, and then laughed: "Ah, Mr. Jinguji, are you feeling better? What a coincidence, tomorrow is Anna's birthday, and we are preparing for a birthday party. We want to attend ?"