Draw the sword for the judge

"Have you got in touch?" The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the world of blood mist where the bones are the stepping stones, the handsome young man dressed in formal attire that would not be disrespectful even if he attended the royal ball relied on the fact that he lost his door a long time ago, even Even the connecting wall is a door frame that is in tatters.

He quietly looked at the finger curled up under the desk, holding the communicator in his hand, the panic and pain combined into pieces, and the finger with a complete skin. Of course, if it is still called a finger, press the number button on the communicator white-haired man.

"Du—who?" When a female voice sounded from the other end of the communicator, that is, the moment the white-haired man showed a surprised expression, the young man spoke out.

"Woo..." Heaven and hell are so close!The most desperate thing in this world is not that there is no hope, but that when the phantom of hope appears, the person who represents the end will follow.

The white-haired man looked at the young man walking towards him, his snow-colored skin gradually turned pink due to uncontrollable trembling, but his eyes were blank blank—how did things become like this?Why is this man who looks like an angel in appearance and behavior so terrifying?

"Hello?... White Ghost, what are you doing?" On the other end, a female voice called out the white-haired man's name.

"So you're called a white ghost~" The young man who had already come to the white-haired man, squatted down, and looked at the white-haired man dotingly, picked up the contact that the other party dropped on the ground due to panic device.He had the communicator in one hand, and stroked the white-haired man's pretty face with the other, laughing.

As a result, the white-haired man was so frightened that he wanted to back away, but unfortunately his body that had lost control long ago could only tremble, and even his mouth could only make a faint moaning sound of mosquitoes and flies.

"Nice name," the young man chuckled, and his stroking, caressing hand on his cheek began to descend when it came to the white-haired man's fragile neck.He suddenly picked up the other person, as if picking up a little white chicken that was about to open its neck, and carried the white-haired man to the desk.

Afterwards, he stuck the white-haired man's body, put the trap next to the other's ear, and said with a smile, "Since it's a ghost, let me hear it~~"

"Ah——" the white-haired man Ben's eyes lit up, but the next second, a chilling scream rang out.

"... White Ghost, you lunatic!" On the other end, of course, the hostess of the female voice also heard this scream.However, due to the bad behavior and perverted style of the white-haired man, that is, the master of Xuanwu, the other party only regarded this scream as another malicious trick, just like countless times before.

The other party couldn't help cursing the Xuanwu Lord in his heart, and even had the urge to hang up the communicator... However, this urge was heard by a voice she knew well—it was the famous assassination knife, Horikawa Kunihiro.

"...Sorry, it will take a while for Alukin to talk to you." It is completely different from the charming soft voice before. At this time, the voice of the young man is Qinglin, it is Na Zhen" Horikawa Kunihiro" voice.

"So, can you spare the rest of your time?" Qinglin looked indifferently as he rolled on the desk curled up in a ball because he stepped on something, but because there were 206 sticks in his body, well, maybe 207 sticks The bone and the skin covering the bone have been greeted by him several times before, so it is not so much an attempt to protect himself by curling up, it is better to say that it is the master of Xuanwu who makes himself more painful.

With a steady voice, he made an appointment with the other end of the communicator, the Lord Suzaku.

"Heh, tell that bastard with a jerky upper body, I'll wait for him for half an hour!" The Lord of Suzaku just happened to ask the Lord of Xuanwu for something.Because the Lord of Xuanwu made a sudden effort before, he was able to disband the troops of the Baihu family, not to mention completely controlling the guards, and even replaced the guards controlled by the Baihu family with the "Guard Knife" under his own name.Therefore, she had to say this instead of throwing the lowly assassin's face in the face.

"Yes... yes yes!" The voice of "Horikawa Kunihiro" seemed to be frightened, and he answered repeatedly until the other end of the communicator ended the call.

"Well, Alukin, we will have half an hour of good time next, tell me, do you want to use it to learn how to speak well? Or..." The handmade leather shoes are heavily protected by "hands", of course together with Stepping on the "hands" together, and after confirming that the "hands" had turned into powder, Qinglin smiled appropriately, with a demeanor like an elite deacon who graduated from a certain deacon academy... Just as he knelt in front of the Xuanwu Lord not long ago, asking the other party Should he eat himself first, or eat the steak he made himself first.

Not long ago

Qinglin brought Yingcao into the land of the Xuanwu clan, and found that the area was exceptionally quiet. It could be said that there was no trace of vitality within a radius of thousands of miles (the land was so big)—based on Yingcao's ability.

Faced with the unexpected coolness, the two quickly deduced the only two possibilities. One is that there is no living person in this place; beyond imagination.

"Which kind?" Yingcao had confidence in Qinglin and asked - anyway, he lost confidence in himself as soon as he got here - he sneaked into this world back then, to be precise, when he sneaked into the land of the Qinglong clan, he also had this kind of feeling. At a loss.But the Xuanwu clan made him feel even worse, with no room for maneuver.

"That guy is alive," Qinglin didn't answer directly, but just pointed in the direction where the Xuanwu Lord was.

"I'd rather face a group of zombies!" Knowing that Qinglin was talking about the latter possibility, Yingcao wanted to cover her face: Although he is not a standard martial arts school, as a monster from the devil world, it is only strange that he understands enchantment !

"At this time, as long as you specialize in surgery~" Qinglin unilaterally assigned a task to this Yingcao, which even accompanied the dandelion with its head drooping - to save people.

Yingcao is heartbroken.He felt that he would suffer from kidney deficiency next time... Ahhhhhhhhhh, it's because of the exhaustion of strength~~

Afterwards, the two entered the so-called banquet hall.

The banquet hall is very large, but when the two saw the decoration and dense "decorations" in the hall, they felt that the hall was very narrow - because there were dense and strange shapes in the hall, which made indecent noises every time. Monsters... At least in the eyes of Qinglin and Yingcao, these creatures who have lost their self-esteem and pride and become the playthings of others are monsters.

Qinglin walked slowly towards the Lord of Xuanwu, who was sitting at the table owner's seat in the center of the banquet hall.At this time, the master of Xuanwu was playing with a vibration knife on the dining table, which made Qinglin feel familiar... Well, in fact, he immediately recognized the vibration knife of "Sankai Yue Zongjin".

Qinglin lowered his eyes, ignoring the creatures that stretched out their hands to him because of the pain, even clinging to his calf, and walked towards the Xuanwu Lord expressionlessly.

When he walked to the side of the target task, half of Zhen's clothes were stripped off, and the Wuhua Taidao with traces all over his body suddenly shook, and then, the master of Xuanwu who was released by him on the spot slapped him in anger... ...Of course, the slap was caught by Qinglin's hand.

"Your Highness," Qing Lin bent down, slowly moved his hand upwards along that wrist, rubbed it and whispered to the Lord of Xuanwu, "Why do you keep such a waste that even serves you comfortably?"

When he said this, his hand had already touched the shoulder of the Lord of Xuanwu, and he gently blew on the long silver-colored hair of the Lord of Xuanwu. Lord's earbone.

The Xuanwu Lord trembled on the spot, his Yin Hong eyes fixed on that too handsome face.

"Hey~" Qing Lin's fingertips caressed the Lord of Xuanwu's chin at this time, he slowly but almost passionately picked up the Lord's chin of Xuanwu, and his slender fingers brushed over the opponent's too pale lip.

"Your Highness~ Since you invited me here with great fanfare, what about dinner? You won't let me eat you, will you? Hehe~~" There was a muffled chuckle, and the lord of Xuanwu laughed so hard that he lost control of his body and got goosebumps. Ben followed Qinglin closely, but at this time, he only wanted to get away from this guy as much as possible for Yingcao.

Yingcao: Damn, I suddenly felt relieved... fell!

"Heh—" But the Lord of Xuanwu is a well-known pervert at any rate. Although he failed to get off the horse straight to the point, it doesn't mean that he turned his back on him.

In an instant, the lord of Xuanwu who used his strength pressed Qinglin on the dining table, right on the body of the tossed Sanri Yuezong.

"Woo, ha..." Na Zhensan Riyue suddenly let out a hoarse voice full of weakness and despair.

"I heard that you have a preference for Sanri Yuezong's vibrating knife, so today is a blessing~" After saying that, the Lord of Xuanwu started to attack Qinglin, as if he wanted to 3【哗】.At the same time, Zhensanri Yuezong's hand unconsciously wrapped around Qinglin's chest.

Seeing this, Yingcao felt that things were out of control, and wanted to help, but when she barely took a step, she saw Qinglin's warning look at him—the look said, do what you have to do?

Yingcao: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, what does it mean to "do what you should do?"

But in the next second, Yingcao suddenly came back to his senses, and he suddenly realized his identity and responsibilities: the God of Death who is directly under the "Summoning Office" of Yan Mowang in the Hall of Ten Kings of Hell, and is in charge of investigating abnormal deaths in the world.

Yingcao realized what Qinglin really wanted him to do, and immediately turned her heels backwards.When he turned around, he glanced at the dining table that released the sinful atmosphere, with the sadness of watching "the saint who will go to hell if I don't go to hell" for the last time... As a result, he saw that Qinglin had pushed the master of Xuanwu back to the chair , and even had time to wave at him with that free hand.

Yingcao's inner villain immediately (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, he really sympathized with the wrong person!!!

And when Yingcao left without a trace, the Lord of Xuanwu realized that he could not suppress Qinglin in love//things, that is to say, Qinglin was even more troublesome than he imagined...Of course, in a sense, it is also More to his taste.

Therefore, the Lord of Xuanwu gave Qinglin a difficult problem.He said that since Qinglin is a picky eater, let Qinglin make dinner by himself...Of course, if it doesn't meet his master's wishes, then he will definitely make Qinglin look good.

Qinglin smiled lightly, seeming to find such a Xuanwu Lord interesting.However, if you only look at the face, the Lord of Xuanwu is indeed interesting, because this guy has a handsome appearance. If he were in this world, he would probably be a character comparable to an idol star... Unfortunately, he is a cruel and merciless pervert.

Qinglin bent down, performed a standard British deacon's salute, and said: "YES, MYLORD!"

After finishing speaking, the two moved to the kitchen.

The Sanri Yuezong, who was resting on the dining table, looked down after Qinglin and the Xuanwu Lord who seemed to have finally forgotten him left.Afterwards, he began to laugh hahahaha. There was joy in his voice, but more of it was desolation and a hint of madness...

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This part is written in flashback.

I originally wanted to omit this part, but after thinking about it, I wrote it...

As mentioned in the previous chapters, a god judge was betrayed by a "relative" who was no longer a relative, and was sent to the Lord of Xuanwu together with the servant knife.That Zhenjin servant knife is this Zhensanri Yue Zongjin.Then this god judge has a relationship of ten cents and twenty cents with that Xuan Sanlang son of the master of the white tiger's house.