After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

On the day of Sanjo Yuka's death, Mikazuki Zongjin was not as sad as he imagined, but he was a little surprised by his calmness. He calmly arranged the funeral, calmly submitted the situation to the Tokino Government, and calmly cried for breathlessness. The Five Tigers returned the handkerchief to the previous one.

"Three, isn't Sanriyue Temple sad?" Dian Dao, who had become more mature and stable since he practiced polarizing many years ago, cried until his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Things that are tangible will eventually dissipate, but only today." He stood beside the coffin of the god judge and his wife, with a steady tone, no matter whether it was the crying five tigers retreating or the approaching one. See any emotional fluctuations from the face that is hailed as the most beautiful.

Fu Sangshen, who had been with the God-inspector for many years as a partner, said such words that seemed too bearish, and put a white lily on the body of the God-inspector. She closed her eyes, her expression was very serene, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, like a final smile.

It was like falling asleep.Sanri Yuezong had been staring at that familiar face for a long time. He had witnessed the death of human beings many times in his thousand years of purely being a knife, and he also understood what death was, but now he only felt that she was just asleep.

The deceased god judge was buried under the cherry blossom tree in Honmaru according to his last wish. On the third day after the funeral, the government of time sent a new god judge to take up the post to provide spiritual power, arrange battles, internal affairs and expeditions.

After all, this Honmaru has a high training level and is a precious resource.

The newly opened battlefield was a night battle, and Sankai Yuezong sat in the corridor drinking tea as usual. The tea was green tea that he was used to. Luopiao scattered a rain of cherry blossoms, causing a few small light pink cherry blossoms to float to the side of the simple teacup by the wind.

The body consciously picked up Luo Ying step by step, and put the hand holding the little flower to the right: "Yujia..."

The voice with a smile came to an abrupt end. The dark blue-haired young man lowered his long eyelashes and looked at his hand, which was frozen in mid-air. The flowers in his palm fell down between his fingers in another gust of wind, and slid across the edge of the corridor. , fell into the green grass.

Every time there are cherry blossoms floating in this corridor, Sanjo Yuka will put them away in a good mood, put them in her notebook and press them into dried flowers.

Bit by bit, the pain clung to the non-existent heart in the chest cavity, like a fragmented net growing sharp thorns, excruciating pain.

"... Sanriyue Palace?" Wuji Zhenzong, who was delivering tea, stopped a few steps away, hesitatingly asking questions to Sanriyuezong, who looked different from the past.

The always calm and calm Tianxia Wujian turned his head, still maintaining the posture of hanging his hands in mid-air, his expression was a little dazed and confused, he seemed to have no expression at all, but it made people feel heartbroken for no reason.

"She's gone." Then in the silence, he suddenly said such a sentence very softly.

Wuji Zhenzong did not answer, he stood in place for a long time, then slowly bent down, put the refreshment next to Mikazuki Zongjin, gently brushed off the cherry blossoms that were stained on the refreshment just now, and took away the habitual extra portion .

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Originally, Fu Sangshen could not dream, but after signing a deeper spiritual contract with humans, he possessed the ability to dream that belongs to humans.

Yuezong opened his eyes on the third day, and the moonlight shone into the room through the half-open window, so that he could clearly see the girl with closed eyes in his arms. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly with her breathing, and because of the summer temperature, her cheeks showed a kind of Healthy ruddy.

He held her hand quietly, the higher temperature of the human body than Fu Sangshen's was transmitted to his palm without any cover, and the arteries beat regularly, corresponding to the beating of the heart in his chest that imitated the human body.

Spiritual power mixed with aura in the girl's blood vessels flows through the limbs and bones, and the crescent moon knife pattern on the lower abdomen is accompanied by breathing. The light golden light flickers, which contains too much aura, and the body that has a soul bond with Fu Sangshen There is no difference between human beings, but they no longer belong to complete human beings.

Sharing the almost eternal life that belongs to Fusangshen, the price is that this body can no longer give birth to new life, and can only stay at the side of Fusangshen who signed the contract, losing the ability to travel freely in this world.

The girl named Sanjo Yuka also gave up the most precious human freedom to choose death when she signed the contract.

Is love without freedom still love?Maybe, maybe not, but what does it matter?Her love for him already contained faith, she loved him, it was a soft and sweet love, it was the gratitude of fishing boats to the lighthouse that could not find a way out in the wind and rain, and it was the self-created religion called Sanriyue Zongjin to the gods.

In the long river of time, he has walked alone for thousands of years, and she has walked with him since then.

The author has something to say:

Halfway through writing, I really wanted to stop at the first part... I really wanted Sanriyue to fall in love with me, and then he was sad and heartbroken when I died... Cough cough cough, I didn't say anything.

A short story, and I wish you a happy meal.