Draw the sword for the judge

"cheers!"

If Qinglin knew what would happen after the toast, he would never have brought out the spirits produced by the Senshou clan to entertain this group of people who could barely drink a glass, and even went crazy with swords to pay the mourning gods.

At this time, Xiao Huwan, whose future force value exceeded the table, shrank into a ball in the corner, and even the furry fox ears and tail popped out. He even used his ears as earmuffs and covered his body with his tail as a quilt.

San Riyue, who is in the home of the Tai Shen Shen Zhe, sips tea and wine, and occasionally bursts out a few ancient poems of the Hua Hua family. The point is, he uses the language of the Hua Hua family.

Sanriyue from Qinglin's family had the best wine in the room, and he hugged Qinglin's waist domineeringly, resting on his legs, and fell asleep soundly.Of course, if you accidentally bite the corner of Qinglin's vest and grind your teeth, then ignore it... Anyway, Qinglin has already put on a filter lens that is not too thin!

Sitting directly opposite Qinglin, Na Zhenyiqi Yizhen, although his figure was psychedelic due to the erratic white mist of the hot pot, but the sight that stared at Qinglin for a moment made Qinglin's scalp feel numb—too Knowing that as a person whose fighting instinct is integrated into the bone marrow, no sight can escape his perception, even his reflex actions.

Qinglin: Damn, he doesn't want to kill the newly recruited men with one bullet... or the drunkard he made out!

"Kane-san, Kanesan-san, you died so badly..." Assassin sword? Horikawa Kunihiro cried miserably while holding the hanger where people put clothes and accessories.This guy probably thinks that his Jiansang has been cut into a human stick? !

"Kunihiro, why are you so thin, Kunihiro?" On the other side, Izumi Mori was lying on the ground, holding the chair leg and muttering.

These two "acts" of the knife can be called "annual tragic drama", well, find a "substitute" for yourself.

"Hey, hey!" The owner of this Cuihua hot pot restaurant is probably a fan of the florist. Not only did he choose a catchy name for his store, but even the records hidden in the cabinet are all florists in different dimensions. of.

After getting drunk with two strikes, they began to rummage in the box, not only found those records, but even found a complete set of playback facilities.

So in the box at this time, a certain singer's "Nunchaku" is endlessly looping.

Of course, let Qinglin, and even Xiaohuwan, who is sticking to his ears with his big ears, and even Zhengtai, who is trying to bury his whole head into Qinglin's body? It is not the fast-paced music and singing, but the two Zhen Diandao even danced to the rhythm of the bamboo dance.

Playing bamboo dance, also known as "jumping bamboo pole", is an ancient and unique activity of flower growers, and it is also an intoxicating cultural and artistic sport.

To put it simply, eight long bamboo poles are arranged in parallel in four rows. When the bamboo poles are opened and closed, the patterns are constantly changing with the rhythm of the music drums. Among them, dexterity, wit, and free jumping.Then when the bamboo poles parted, they landed skillfully on both legs or one foot.During the period, they changed their dance steps from time to time and made various graceful dance moves. At the same time, they also shouted "Hey... hello, hey... hello" from small to loud, adding to the warm atmosphere.

Qinglin looked at the two screams that made people's forehead hurt, and saw that one black and one white daggers were on high, and he knew that they couldn't rest for a while.

As for Yingcao, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Kurofa Higiri?

Yingcao is the provider and operator of bamboo poles... so it is obviously high.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga ran around calling frantically for the two vibrating daggers, occasionally making trouble for them, perfectly showing the snake spirit disease... Ahh, it proved the true meaning of the coexistence of fans and black fans.

The black-haired Tokiri directly regarded himself as a DJ, and he didn't know where he learned it.

Black-haired Hikakiri: Hahaha, I just read the manual and learned by myself~~

Qinglin leaned lazily on the chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, because of San Riyue's actions, he also stopped eating hot pot - anyway, he was almost done eating.Now he is stroking Sanriyue's hair with one hand, and holding the wine glass with the other, taking a few sips occasionally with a lazy expression.

"Ding dong, ding dong..." At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Qinglin blinked his eyes immediately, and at the same time his laziness disappeared, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.Afterwards, when he was still looking at him desperately, he took out a pillow from the storage space and stuffed it under Sanriyue's head to replace his own meat pad. Then, he followed the rhythm, stepped on his steps, and walked towards Door.

"Hey, Gong Xi Fa Cai, bring the red envelope!" As soon as the door of the box opened, the music of demons dancing in the box appeared in the world outside the box.However, the box area of ​​Cuihua Hot Pot Restaurant is notoriously expensive. An ordinary meal is worth three years of normal Honmaru expenses, so only people outside the door, or two vibrations, can hear it.

Checking non-knife? Mustache cut his eyes blank at first, then smiled mischievously, and said with a smile.

Qinglin bowed his head and looked at him condescendingly. The focus was on the black-haired knee ball behind him, who had a strange expression when he saw him—the obvious dark sword, and it was also the sword of the captain of the clearing army, Yuan Laiyiyezheng. .

"Well, I'm just kidding~" Hikiri of course noticed the direction of Aobayashi's gaze, and he could feel that Zhenmoto behind him was a little nervous because he was looking for an acquaintance, but at this moment, his muscles were tense, even if he pulled out the knife instantly The younger brother sword, who has become a matter of course, laughs.

As he said that, he handed over the gift that he spent all the money from his brother's private house, and said, "Alukin, this is a gift for visiting."

"This is another Honmaru's younger brother Maru!" Then, he stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and then pressed the head of Anluo Khenmaru to make him bow to Qinglin.

Dark Falling Knife lowered his head, grinding his teeth.

The biggest difference between the swords of the Qing army and the swords of Honmaru does not lie in their strength - because they are all swords under the name of the government of time. In layman's terms, they are all swords with the same basic configuration and the same upgrade method, so their strength On the other hand, especially after reaching the peak of level 99, there is not much difference, at most it is the level of "hacking and killing" caused by the different work objects.

However, the swords of the surrendered troops have a special skill, which is the god judge or spiritual power provider who can find the sword through the spiritual power on the sword.Therefore, the knives of the surrendered troops were called "dog noses" by those who did not like them.

As soon as Anluodao saw Qinglin, he knew that he was the God-inspector who Zhensanri Yuezong was close to.

Dark Falling Knife actually has no opinion on Qinglin, but he has a lot of opinions on that Mikayue Zongjin who left strange words - a mysterious and powerful old man!

Anluo Dao didn't know what agreement the old man Dao had reached with Na Zhenshuqiri after he left, but seeing that Zhenshuqiri came back unscathed, he knew that there was something tricky between them.

Thinking about it this way, being held on the head is almost like a proud and arrogant student being held on the head by his parents to salute the teacher, and the dark knife finally salutes.

"Excuse me!" Anluoxiwan said dryly, the villain in his heart wept silently: his private money was for Anijia, not for the owner of the villain's knife, ┭┮﹏┭┮

"Come in!" Smelling the same scent from Honmaru's Honmaru's Hikirikiri of unknown origin on Shin'an Ryoto, Qingbayashi glanced at his non-identifying sword with a smile, and moved away.

Then, when the two swords entered the door and was stunned by the scene in the box, Qinglin closed the door... It was like closing the door of hell for souls who had lost their way to hell to return to the right path.

"Well, excuse me!" When Qinglin pointed out the location of Liang Zhendao, it happened to be next to Yingcao, that is, the place where he was facing the jumping bamboo pole, Jian Feidao? Hu Qie said dryly after hearing the words.

Afterwards, he carried the Anluo Knee Maru, whose body seemed to be stiffer than before, and walked there, just like he was carrying a stone Knee Maru.

"Wait, why are you here?" When Jianfeidao? Mustakiri walked to his position, the black-haired Imamken felt it, jumped out of the bamboo pole, put his hands on his hips, and said.

There are two kinds of wine produced by the Qianshou clan, which are divided into ordinary wine and medicinal wine.Of course, after Qinglin appeared, there was another kind of spirit wine, which was brewed with spirit plants.

The wine brewed by the Qianshou clan has multiple functions.The one that Qinglin took out is called "one drunk for three days". It doesn't mean that once you get drunk, you will be drunk for three days. The sky is average.

This kind of wine was once invented by the Senju clan to fight against the Tsukiyomi of the Uchiha clan, in order to strengthen the willpower of the clan, but it declined with the decline of the Uchiha clan's Kaleidoscope Sharingan.However, when Qinglin appeared and restored the ancient books, it became one of the special products of the Thousand Hands exported to other planets:

Well, normally, this is not wine, but a magical potion that improves the meditation effect of mages and warriors!

The Thousand Hands Clan: A profiteer who sells wine for the price of the fountain of life!

So even if he is drunk, as long as the drunk wants to wake up, he can wake up instantly. For example, when Zhenyi saw the black-haired Jinjian of his colleague.

"Well, I bought a gift for the main hall, but I accidentally spent all the money..." Jian Feidao? Mustache's soft voice was full of innocence, "So I had to take the opportunity of giving gifts and come here to eat and drink ~~" Genji Anijia said that he definitely didn't come to take the opportunity to claim credit!

"Hey! It's so shameless!" The black-haired Jinjian suddenly felt heartbroken, as expected of the Genji sword he hated, hooking up the bastard who shocked the black-hearted ghost Sankayue!

"Anijia!" Anijia, who was always gentle and shameless, was also shocked, although he didn't know whether it was the other party who took his own money for granted, or whether the other party dared to complain about the black hair in front of him, no, it was Anijia The matter of the Fallen Sword.

Dark Falling Knife knew that Zhenheifa Jinjian belonged to Qinglin, but what made his whole body tremble was the power emanating from the other party... that was the existence that even this spirit knife would be eclipsed, and even instinctively gave out its power .Just like him now, whether it is instinct or initiative, the dark aura accumulated on him seems to have found its home, and it is transferring to the body of the dagger, which is even shorter than ordinary Jinjian.

"Come on, Anijia, this is yours!" However, Jian Fei Dao, who didn't know what Anluo Ximaru was thinking, seemed to have been opened up by the "Anijia" and directly He took out a special bell for the cat's neck from his pocket, the point is, it was still a big cat on the package, he handed the black-haired Jinjian with both hands, and said so.

The black-haired Jinjian looked at the Genji Tachi who was looking for death, and thought he could kill this guy?I still can't kill this guy!

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This Zhenyuan's Anijia is the CP of Zhen'an Falling into the Three Suns and Moon. These two white-cut black and silly old people take pleasure in teasing the tender-faced "Anijia" with black hair Jinjian, super bad!