I heard that all my swords have fallen

Yan San is indeed a person who is good at letting go of himself, but he is also a character who will be aware of others' concern and restrain himself a little.

Yan San rubbed his chin: During this period of time, going out early and returning late, and having fun seems a little bit bad, okay, okay, let’s stay in Honmaru for a few days to get to know the swordsmen before letting go?

Yan San slept in the garden at night, mainly playing games late, and was too lazy to go back to the room.

Early in the morning, he felt vaguely that there seemed to be a few people standing beside him, just looking at him quietly, and one hand carefully pulled back the thin blanket that he kicked away.

Yan San knew it in his heart, he secretly smiled in his heart and continued to pretend to be sound asleep, but through his spiritual consciousness, he saw everything around him, it was Xiaoye Zuofuji and the young ladies of Fujishiro's family.

There is always some timidity in the eyes.

Yan Sanliao used to want to tease them, it would be meaningless if children don't play with them, haha, just kidding, Yan Sanliao simply likes children.

It's just that these little knives are obviously afraid of him, and Yan San is also chic, so let it be and wait until he is no longer afraid.

Unexpectedly, the young masters secretly observed him while he was asleep, and Yan San smiled from the bottom of his heart as if he was about to wake up.Sure enough, the young masters who were spirit bodies immediately dispersed.

Yan San put on a show, as if she had just woken up, she stretched her body and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Half a minute later, I wandered into the house along the gravel path in the garden. To enter the living room, I first had to pass through a long corridor, and there were many swords sitting or standing in the corridor.

Fujishiro's young masters were a little nervous around the handsome young man with blue hair and golden eyes. Is this the gentle one?

Yan San lived in Ji Xiansi's Honmaru for a while, and she can still tell who is who, she looks equally handsome, but the one in front of her is calmer and indifferent than the old Ji Honmaru.

It seems that he doesn't care about anything anymore, except for the indifferent eyes when looking at his younger brothers, there is gentleness.

Next to him was a young man with silver-white hair and Katsuyuki's robe - Tsurumaru Kuninaga who liked to play tricks.

A young man with brown hair, golden eyes, and slightly darker complexion—Okurigara.

There is also a young man with long black hair tied high with a red string, dark pupils, the tails of which are slightly raised, and red eye shadow, a very beautiful young man with a little tear mole under his eyes.

This...Yan San naturally knows, the ancestor of Japanese swords - Xiao Karasuma.

Honmaru with a full account—unconsciously thought of Ji Xiansi, that guy is really European!Not only did he focus on forging knives, but he also played card-drawing games all at once. He was simply... an endless African tear and an endless European dog.

He paused, covered his face, and his whole aura sank.

Sanri Yue Zongjin paused slightly in shaking his juniper fan, and his eyelashes drooped accordingly.

Then I saw the interrogator put down his hand covering his forehead, feeling rather melancholy: "It's really an African refugee..."

—…African refugees?What's the meaning?

Hasebe frowned, and wrote down the word calmly.

Yan Sanliao loves to play games, he said hello, and he probably didn't have much time to chat, so he naturally took out his mobile phone, the martial arts mobile game he was playing happened to have an event today, after seeing Yan Sanliao, he decided to give up.

Because it is another activity to look at the equipment and appearance of the face.

Yan San: A joke!Do you know that you are stupid to smoke without him?

He can't smoke even if he jumps upstairs!

……

Classmates, have you heard of the law of true fragrance?

Yan San, who had exhausted all the equipment and appearances, lay down on the table and remained motionless. He thought of the emojis circulating in the game world: Every time I finished krypton gold, the kind of remorse, the kind of self-blame, the determination to quit krypton, myself are afraid.But every time before the lottery draw, I don't know who I am with that kind of self-confidence, that kind of arrogance, that kind of arrogance that never stops.

The swords, especially the swords that are supposed to come first, don't have too deep feelings at this time.

They are summoned, willing to fight and die for the lord, but there is always a difference between willingness and responsibility. When they are first summoned, they inevitably have nervous expectations...

But the look of the god judge made the candlestick cut light and cold to the bone: "Is it this kind of low-class stuff?"

The luck of the girl god judge was not very good, the swords that were forged one after another or brought back from the battle were all ordinary swords.

"It's all unrefined rubbish."

As the judge said so, he almost lost all his wealth for gambling on swords, and finally got what she wanted.However, how can such an almost ruthless judge make those arrogant and elegant swords show a gentle side.

They are famous knives that existed in history, loyal, gentle and considerate, and everything is only given to the protagonist they agree with, but this person they do not agree with.

— just the duty.

It was like an endless mutual torture, until the difference was made in an unprovoked insult from the interrogator.

Outsiders think that they fell darkly after being abandoned by the god judge, but in fact... the power after the dark fall is too strong, too strong for the god judge to control, and the god judge was sent back to the present world by the government of time— —For the safety of the judges.

That's all.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, until the arrival of a new god judge, who is different.

Maybe there is not too deep feeling yet...but...press cut Hasebe pursed his lips:...you...

But Yan San had already raised his head, his long hair was not tied, it was draped behind him like that, his white undershirt was as clean as the first handful of snow, and his long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows for convenience.

With her fingers propped on her chin, she was also clean and beautiful, and those red phoenix eyes were even clearer and gentler.

Yan San asked, "By the way, do we have anything to eat here?"

Speaking of which, he doesn't really need to eat, the aura of heaven and earth is enough, but...wouldn't it be a lot less fun to live without food.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe paused: "Wait a moment."

Yan San thought that it would be some fruit snacks and snacks when you wait a little bit-it didn't take much effort, but he never expected it to be an unusually hearty breakfast.

The smoke was dense, and it was still hot.

It is absolutely impossible to make so many delicacies in such a short time, did you start preparing very early?If he didn't ask if Hasebe was pressing, he wouldn't say.

Yan San suddenly thought that during this period of time when he went out early and came back late to have fun, he seemed to be able to smell the faint smell of food just by lighting a lamp, but at that time he didn't think of this at all.

Swords are spirits.

Now they seem to understand something, they really don't bother and don't interfere, but... Yan San is very confused, this is not the same as in the book.

Is this what blackening looks like?

And he...as a god judge, he seems to be a little too chic, no, it can also be said that he is not qualified, he really didn't ask anything if he said don't bother or interfere, this is the first time we have dinner together.

He turned from his own thoughts to reality, and found that no one sat down, and many had already left.

Yan San: They are still very unfamiliar with each other, he sighed softly in his heart, when he was about to talk, the phone rang.

The swords and swords looked over, paused for a while, and then took it back as if they didn't care. The God Judge has many friends.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada thought that he might not be able to have a good meal anymore, and anything too much is bad, such as drinking.

Yan San took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, he immediately smiled: "Old Ji, why did you call me suddenly? Is there something wrong?"

I haven't contacted for a few days, but the voice of the other party is still so gentle and peaceful, like the breeze and the moon: "I want to ask if you have any problems recently. If there is nothing, why not go camping together."

Yan San paused for a moment: "Camping?" He touched his chin. With Lao Ji's thoughtful and considerate character, he must not be the only one invited, or the camping is essentially to get to know these swordsmen?

It was precisely because of this that Lao Ji called. If it was Lao Ji who invited them, it would be no problem. Yan San turned on the speakerphone and said with a smile, "Okay, what do I need to prepare?"

Ji Xian thought about it and then smiled: "Aren't there Guangzhong and Hasebe? Well, please help me and ask them if they have anything to do. If not, why don't you come together?"

Yan San smiled from the bottom of his heart, looking serious and looking forward to the swordsmen: "Do you have anything to do? Lao Ji invites us to eat, drink and have fun?"

"How rare, let's go."

Those red phoenix eyes are very bright, like falling stars.

...it seems that there is no way to refuse.

However, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong also seemed to see himself from those eyes, the ugly dark dark lines on the left face: "... Where is the location?"

Will there be many people?

It will be seen, and you—do you really know how ugly and dirty the Fallen Swords are?

Being endowed with a spirit body by the God-inspector, and living by relying on the spiritual power of the God-inspector, he should be fighting for the God-inspector, but he has a rebellious heart and turns to hurt his "master".

Once again, the terrified and desperate face of the god judge and what he said when he left: "You are just swords that can be mass-produced, and tools that are not popular. If you are not loyal to your master, you will try to kill him. Trash like you should Rot here and repent for what you have done."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong clenched his hands, and this scene fell into the eyes of Mikazuki Zongjin, can't he still look away?

But who here can see it completely, he half-downcasts the rose between his fingers, the so-called calm and indifferent is just because he is old, so forget it.

There is neither love nor hatred for the judge who has not been recognized from the beginning, but only emotion.

The author has something to say: cough cough, in fact, the possibility that the personalities of grandpa, little ancestor, and Zhuzhu will be blackened by the abuse of the god judge is really not high, because they are all very transparent and born, and they don’t seem to be able to People who are taken too seriously by these people, especially beads, Buddha-nature swords, in fact, the ones who are most likely to become black and dark, can I say... Brother Yiqi? It is reasonable for 2333 to be blackened because of the abuse of younger brothers.