Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

In the dark room, a girl was wearing a priestess costume, and the magic circle on the ground emitted a dim blue light. Her hand was pressed on the center of the magic circle, and the spiritual power poured out, rushing directly into the magic circle.

She seemed to have something to worry about, she glanced at the closed gate, pursed her lips, and after a moment of hesitation, she poured all her strength into the magic circle.

The surrounding space was slightly distorted, black gas dispersed from the girl's body, and she condensed the black gas on her fingertips to form a cone, pointing the sharp spearhead at the space in front of her.

A golden rune suddenly appeared on her body, and the rune wrapped around her body, fluctuating, occasionally broken, and then simply restored, and so on.

A trace of paleness appeared on the girl's face, she was dizzy and had a headache, but she still kept moving, unwilling to give up.

The space in front of her was suddenly shattered, the girl's eyes lit up, and the black gas was about to rush into it, a black beast was surrounded by black mist, and a head emerged from the shattered space, roaring at the girl.

The huge coercion was suppressed in an instant, the girl's body swayed, and the black air condensed into a somewhat swaying figure behind her.

The blue pendant on the forehead of the black beast shone with blue light. It raised its paw and waved it, and then scattered in the air.

The girl's body swayed, a bright red slid from the corner of her mouth, she fell to the ground, and the black shadow behind her also disappeared into ashes.

The broken space was restored, and the magic circle on the ground disappeared, so it was hard to see what happened just now.

The refreshing breeze blew across the field, and the green seedlings swayed in a somewhat fragile figure. The white bird spread its wings and fluttered, dancing together with a white figure in the field.

Zong San Zuowen straightened his waist, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, his bangs fluttered in the wind, he glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who had discarded his tools aside, his eyes became dead eyes, and he helped his forehead somewhat helplessly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga spread his arms, with a look of enjoyment on his face, running in the field, sometimes circling, his long sleeves fluttering, like the wings of a white crane, dancing with the surrounding white birds.

But Zong San Zuo Wenwen didn't care whether he was dancing or not, and subconsciously wanted to touch his waist. After a sounding, he realized that he didn't wear the body in the inner suit, after all, it was inconvenient to work with the body.

He picked up the hoe in his hand, held it up high, took a simple aim, and just threw it out.

Probably the archer possessed his body, and he hit Tsurumaru Kuninaga directly like this.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga tilted his body, the hoe hit the back of his head, and slowly slid down, the dirt on it stained his clean white hair, and the white clothes were also stained.

Touching his head in pain, Tsurumaru Kuninaga retracted his hands and saw that the palms of his hands were full of mud, and his hair exploded instantly. He turned his head and shouted at Zong Sanzuo Wenji: "If it gets dirty, it's not a white crane!"

After shouting this sentence, Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at Zongsan Zuowen not far away, who had been looking up at the sky, in a daze. The other party had kept this action for a while, and ignored him at all.

Zong San Zuowen slowly raised his hand and put it on his chest. There was a trace of water in his blue eyes, and he was more confused and puzzled. What was the momentary palpitation?

He was a little panicked. He didn't know what happened. The sudden feeling, even for a moment, was hard for him to ignore.

Zongsan Zuowen suddenly turned around, stepped forward amid Tsurumaru Kuninaga's exclamation, and rushed out without caring about the mud on his body.

Brother... brother!Please make sure nothing happens!

His long eyelashes trembled, Zong San Zuo Wenwen panted while holding the door lintel, raised his eyes slightly, and saw San Ri Yue Zong Jin sitting in the room facing the courtyard with a smile on his face.

"Sanriyue..." Zongsan let go of his left hand, and walked to Sanriyue Zongjin's side in a few steps, calling in a low voice, with anxiety and tension in his voice.

Sanri Yue Zongjin smiled slightly, and before he could answer, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and then Xiaoye Zuowen also appeared at the door, with the same worry in his eyes as Zong Sanzuowen.

"Brother..." Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen slowly rubbed against Zong San Zuo Wenwen's side, let him touch his head to comfort himself, tilted his head, and rubbed Zong San's palm, as if he wanted to reassure each other.

Zong Sanzuo took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Sankayue Zongjin, "Sankaiyue, I...should still have Xiaoye, I just felt something was wrong..."

Sanri Yuezong was holding a teacup, the crescent moon in his eyes was shining with gold, he chuckled lightly, his eyes were full of seriousness, "Anyway, please wait for them to return."

Although they said so, Sanriyue Zongjin still believed sixty percent of what Zongsanzuo said. After all, the anxiety and worry on their faces were not fake.

Quickly carried out the rehearsal of "response measures in case of unexpected situations" in his mind. Even though Sanriyue Zongjin felt that the expedition would not be dangerous, he was still worried. After all, Jiang Xuezuowen, he...is not that simple. .

After deliberating, he put down the teacup, frowned slightly, raised his sleeve, put his other hand into the sleeve, and touched the contents.

Pursing his lips, Sanri Yuezong returned to his original sitting position, reached for the main body beside him with one hand, held it in his hand, and still sipped tea leisurely with the other hand.

"Huh? Sanriyue, is there any change?" Zong San Zuowenwen noticed his hand holding the knife and asked suspiciously.

"Hahaha... the old man is really overwhelmed..."

Sanri Yuezong smiled, put the teacup on the table abruptly, stood up with his hand, and walked quickly to the door a few steps.

The thick/strong rope under the huge bell, and the fine hairs of the rope move with the wind, and even if the wind blows, he will not shake in the slightest as a whole.

On the veranda, beside the bell, everything is clean and there is nothing to see.

Sanri Yuezong walked out of the room quickly, and with a backhand, he drew his sword and blocked a figure in front of the bell.

The sharp blade prevented the opponent's hand from reaching for the rope, Sanri Yuezong narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Ji Jun, what's your business?"

The judge looked up at him as if nothing had happened, closed his eyes, and swept his sleeve lightly, "It's nothing."

"If there's nothing wrong, please ask Ji Jun to go back to the room to rest." Sanri Yue Zongjin continued, his attitude showed that he could not be shaken or refuted.

The judge frowned and looked at Sanriyue Zongjin. From his expression, she could see the seriousness of the other party's words. She paused her hand and said in a tone of "you are making trouble for no reason": "Why is Sanriyue like this? Something will happen later Ah..."

"Hahaha..." Sanri Yuezong laughed a few times, and then lowered his voice, "Even if something happens, I don't think Ji Jun will need to take action."

The judge sighed helplessly and shrugged, "Even if it is related to Jiang Xuejun?"

Without waiting for his answer, the interrogator waved his hands, turned around and raised his feet as if he was going to leave, "Since you don't care, then I'd better go..."

"This has nothing to do with Ji Jun's ringing the bell." Sanri Yue Zongjin paused as he raised his sleeves, and glanced at Zongsanzuo and Xiaoyezuo who came out of the room, knowing what they meant.

Sighing helplessly, Sanri Yue Zongjin said that he actually cared about it, but how could he show weakness in front of the God judge.

So he smiled as if he didn't care: "Hahaha... Ji Jun, isn't there a purpose for you to pay attention to Jiang Xuejun?"

The god judge paused when he left, then turned his head and snorted coldly, "Do you dare to say that you didn't feel lucky and delighted when you saw Jiang Xuezuo's words appear?"

Sanri Yuezong shook his head and said with a smile: "The two are different. We are partners with Jiang Xuejun, but Ji Jun...isn't it..."

There was a hint of exclamation in his voice, and the long ending had an endless aftertaste.

The judge squinted his eyes, stared at Sanri Yuezong, and finally flung his sleeves and left.

Sanri Yue Zongjin was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoye Zuowen, bowed his head slightly, "Sorry."

They shook their heads. In fact, they both knew each other. The God Judge must know something, but the other party was also seeking something.

If you ask the other party, you may not know what request the other party will make. In contrast, even Xiaoye Zuowen and Zong Sanzuowen who urgently want to know the situation of Jiang Xuezuo's writing will choose to let the other party leave instead of asking.

Zongsan Zuofuji cast his eyes on the time converter in the courtyard, which was not moving at all. His eyes were full of worry and sadness. He clenched his fists tightly. He pursed his lips and reached out to hold the hand of Xiao Ye Zuofuji beside him, and said in a low voice: "It's fine."

I don't know whether he is comforting Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen or comforting himself.

The golden light flashed in the courtyard, attracting their attention, even the far away God Inspector stopped, turned around and walked in another direction, the speed was much faster.

Xiaoye Zuofuji suddenly clenched Zongsanzuofuji's hand tightly. The first thing he discovered with his extremely high detective ability was not their figures hidden in the golden light, but the smell of blood!

Very strong smell of blood!There are people injured!And the injuries are unclear...

He quickly made a judgment, and there was more sadness and pain in his blue eyes, and he prayed in his heart that what he and his brother felt would not happen to Jiang Xue Zuowenwen.

The golden light in the courtyard dissipated, and the first thing that came into my eyes was a fast-moving figure, with full maneuverability, like riding a little skylark, which made them on the veranda subconsciously take a step back, and Hakata Toshiro galloped away.

Glancing suspiciously at the other party's invisible figure that disappeared within a few breaths, they withdrew their gazes and looked at the courtyard again.

Afterwards, it was Wuji Masamune and Taro Tachi who entered. Their bodies were stained with blood, but it was obvious that none of them came from them, but from being supported by them. Now the whole body is leaning on Taro Tachi Jiang Xue left writing on the back.

Zong San Zuowen's eyes widened, his lips moved, he couldn't say anything, it was a gaffe.

He flew up with Xiao Ye, and carefully moved Jiang Xuezuo's writing onto his body, ignoring his red-stained clothes and long hair.

"Brother..." The corners of his eyes were wet unconsciously, Zong San Zuo Wenwen almost used the fastest maneuver in his life, even reached synchronization with Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen, and rushed straight into the room.

The author has something to say: Jiang Xue:...

Zong San: Telepathy has actually come true, bro... QAQ

Xiao Ye: Revenge for my brother!

Salted Fish King: Ha Chirp!