On the Possibility of Part-Time Jobs for God Judges[Comprehensive]

Another wave of attacks was defeated, and Lian Hongba counted his troops, frowning slightly.

"It won't work like this," he said to Silver Jewelry, "We need to replenish our troops, the current number of people can't take that batch of supplies."

Silver Jewelry neighed softly, as a response, and then he slowly descended to show Lian Hongba his head, a soft, aggrieved voice came out of this withered bone.

"Are you injured?" Lian Hongba stroked his body along the bones, put his other hand into his bosom, and this time took out a sandalwood folding fan.

The folding fan should have been around for a long time, and it was often played with, with a layer of crystal patina covering it.Dagger suddenly became excited, he knew very well that this thing plus Hongba's spiritual power would free him from the pain of injury.

"It's a bit difficult to get hurt." Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at a small wound on his palm, "The retrograde army doesn't have a maiden to help heal the wound. If you get injured... just watch the injury get worse little by little, new wounds pile up with old wounds, In the end, if you can’t hold on, you will die.”

Lian Hongba opened the folding fan with one hand, flipped it over twice in his hand deftly, and the faint sandalwood was scattered in all directions.

"I can't see that you are still a pessimist."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled, "Ha, this is the first time someone said that to me. I want to refute, this is not pessimism, it is the truth."

Lian Hongba didn't even raise his eyes, "Unfortunately, I don't have such a fact here."

He grasped the rotating folding fan, injected with spiritual energy, the dark flowers engraved on the fan bone shone brightly, and the surrounding fields seemed to sing like a flute, and a phantom of a divine bird with a slender neck and gorgeous feathers rose from the folding fan , coiled around Lian Hongba's body as light as nothing.

Lian Hongba pointed the folding fan at the dagger, and amidst the continuous singing, the dagger curled around his body, and the ferocious bones also showed a sense of comfort.The broken bones began to connect, and the scars gradually faded away. When Lian Hongba put away his fan, the dagger was able to float in the air without any hindrance, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a little stunned, once again, he suspected that Lian Hongba was a miko of the "government".

"It's your turn, what are you doing so far away?" Lian Hongba seemed a little dissatisfied, "Come here, let's continue on our way after the treatment."

The phantom of the divine bird shrouded in red light appeared again, and the wings of compassion shrouded Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body, making the black clothes show a beautiful color.The spiritual power of Lian Hongba is a bit high in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's perception. Unlike the "government" witches, his spiritual power carries a certain kind of heat. Being soaked in such spiritual power, apart from the gradually recovering body In addition, the fighting spirit seems to be unprecedentedly high.

"Okay." Lian Hongba put away his folding fan, seeing that the previous guard was very useful, he is willing to pay a little reward, otherwise, facing an alliance reached by chance, Lian Hongba asked himself that there is no such kind of selfless treatment kindly.

"It's amazing..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga moved his wrist in amazement, "Are you really not related to the 'government'?"

Lian Hongba directly gave him a back view, with a dagger on his back, and bared his teeth at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"I didn't mean to offend." Seeing that Lian Hongba was only straightening the saddle, Tsurumaru Kuniyong couldn't help but look serious.

"It's just... if you have this kind of power, the "government" will be happy to accept you. You are still young. Although there are indeed people who joined the army at this age in history, they only gave up as a last resort. Childhood goes to war."

"Besides, there are food and shelter..."

Lian Hongba got on his horse, stepped on the stirrup and made a metallic sound.The height of the horse made up for the gap in his height. He looked down at Fu Sangshen in black, and suddenly smiled. An irresistible beauty was naturally revealed from the corners of his eyes. Behind him was the falling sunset.

"But," he said with a slightly raised child's voice, "no matter what, this place is a foreign land to me."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's body shook.

"I want a companion that I can talk to without using a guard, I want someone who can answer every allusion and verse I casually say, I want... well, not to mention I like the battlefield the most! The 'red' here is So clear and dazzling..." Lian Hongba took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed an expression that could almost be called enjoyment.

"Anyway, I accept your kindness. We are about to set off. Before the sun goes down, we have to rush to the next location." Lian Hongba tightened the reins and urged, which was not at all described by Tsurumaru Kuninaga An easy life is shaken.

He is full of restless factors in his bones. As Lian Hongba himself said, the battlefield is indeed one of his favorite things.

He heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga gallop up quickly, and the gold chains on the cloak collided with each other, making a crisp sound.Even on the horse, he looked indifferent, turned sideways and looked at Lian Hongba with a smile.

"The battlefield is your pursuit of life, well, isn't it just like my pursuit of frightening life?"

Lian Hongba gave him a sideways glance speechlessly, pulled the rein and tried to stay away from him.

"Don't equate my life pursuits with your bad tastes!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed, and after laughing, he speeded up to catch up with Lian Hongba.

"How do you want to solve the matter of the soldiers?"

"It's very simple." Lian Hongba replied, he looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga inexplicably, "It's everywhere."

"……what?"

Lian Hongba folded his whip and pointed far ahead, where a small group of men and women with ferocious faces like walking corpses slowly turned their heads, and the eyes of burning soul fire reflected the figure of this group of people and horses, and immediately roared and waved their weapons.

"They? Are they enemies?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga drew his sword out of its sheath and prepared for battle.

"It was before, but it won't be anymore soon." Lian Hongba didn't make any move to fight, and the silver jewelry was also pressed down by him. He just calmly looked at the howling retrograde soldiers, opened his arms, The wide wide sleeves hang down like a bird's wings.

"You have no hostile targets, right?" In the setting sun, the child's voice seemed a little weak, but there seemed to be fire flowing between his words, "Then, when I defeat you, my enemy will be your enemy, My direction is your direction! I will give you spiritual power and healing, this business is a good deal anyway, right?"

The retrograde army was still roaring and sprinting forward, and it seemed that they didn't understand his words at all.

Lian Hongba's sword was out of its sheath, and the big sword that Tsurumaru Kuninaga had seen several times descended with the fire, and the red dragon wrapped around him, reflecting each other with the fire clouds in the sky. Finally, all these lights merged into the pair of red In the pupil of "color".

Tsurumaru Kuninaga clenched the handle of the knife, this is - a human being fused with the retrograde army!

"Give it to me—burn it!!!"

Bingzijiaolin woke up from his dream, the sky outside was still pitch black, and the agreed dawn handover time naturally did not arrive.He lay quietly for a while, feeling a burst of heat coming from the other end of the spiritual power connection, and the wayward lord was probably doing something wrong again.

"Jiaolin, are you awake?" It was Qixing, separated by the sliding door, his figure was reflected on the paper curtain by the candlelight outside, he was not sitting upright, but with a horizontal sword on his knees, and a little bit of his unfolded clothes showed. Taoism's fairy style.

"Ah, awake." Bingzi Jiaolin sat up.

"Mr. Hasebe, who was watching the night with him, went to make an inspection to prevent the night attack of the disintegrating troops of the balance...why are you awake before the handover time?" Qi Xing asked.

"Isn't it obvious? It's too hot to sleep." Bingzi Jiaolin simply opened the door, and the cold December wind blew away a little bit of the heat.

"I always think that he should not be sent to the battlefield. People in this country call children before the age of seven 'sons of God', which means children who will die at any time and be taken away by ghosts and gods."

Qixing smiled, "No ghost can take him away, he will be killed."

"Ha, that's what you said." Bingzi Jiaolin smiled, and turned his gaze to the night sky, where the stars were floating around.Bingzi Jiaolin was not as good at stargazing as Qixing, so he simply asked directly.

"What does the astrology say?"

"We are foreign objects in history, it is impossible to cause large-scale changes in the celestial phenomena, but..." Qixing paused, and then said softly, "The light of Sirius is unusual-the bow of the sky is stretched, and the world is full of soldiers. "

Bingzi Jiaolin had a headache again, he was absolutely sure that Lian Hongba was doing something.

"Don't worry too much. If Sirius refers to Hongba, at the moment when it is shining brightly, it must mean that Hongba is going very well. We may receive a surprise on the battlefield tomorrow."

Bingzi Jiaolin didn't want this kind of surprise at all, after all the tossing, he couldn't sleep anymore.Once again, he seriously felt the spiritual power connection at the other end, he asked Qixing to rest first, and took over the task of vigil by himself.

"Is this going to be an alternation?" A slightly deep voice sounded, and the black-haired child was already neatly dressed and standing in the corridor, his purple pupils reflected the figures of the two marching soldiers, He had jumped down the corridor and sat on the other side.

"Then, I'll take over from Hasebe in advance."

He is "Yaku" Kento Shiro.

Bingzi Jiaolin had to admit that in the night environment, he was very troubled by the short knife, and the opponent was so light that it was almost silent. During night battles, it would often burst out with double the strength.

"Awataguchi's short knife? I just can't sleep, you don't need to disrupt your pace." Bingzi Jiaolin felt apologetic.

"No, it's okay." "Yao Yan" shook his head, "Before the war, I didn't have much sleepiness either."

Qixing has left silently, only Bingzijiaolin and Yaoyan are left here.

Bingzi Jiaolin is not very good at dealing with such serious children. What's more, although Fu Sangshen is in the form of a short knife, he has actually been lost in time for hundreds of thousands of years, so they cannot be regarded as children in the general sense.They are fighters and swords, which is completely different from Hongba.

Suspicious embarrassment was spreading, and just when Bingzi Jiaolin was about to say something to relieve it, a burst of vicissitudes of music suddenly sounded.

"What, I didn't sleep..." Bingzi Jiaolin said helplessly.

Among them, Hengdao is the only one who likes musical instruments.Hengdao especially loves Xun, and when he is depressed, he will often play a song. The 7000-year-old instrument sounds sad and desolate, like a yellow bell, captivating the soul.

"That... what musical instrument?" "Yaku" Kento Shiro asked suddenly.

"Ah, that is 'Xun', a musical instrument unique to our motherland."

"Yao" Kento Shiro listened for a while, "I feel a little sad."

"The music on the battlefield should be sad." Bingzi Jiaolin got up, "Can you please stay here alone for a while? I'll go to Hengdao, he should be worried about Hongba."

"Yakuken" nodded, still sitting there.Bingzijiaolin walked back for a while, and looked back. Fu Sangshen, who looked like a child, was always silent in the darkness, and seemed to have a lingering sense of confusion on his body.