Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

Candlestick handed out one portion of the packed breakfast, and at the end of the count, there were six more.

Exactly the number of swords they were absent from.

Candlestick cut subconsciously glanced at Zhaohua, worried that he would be dissatisfied because someone was absent.

Zhaohua didn't notice his gaze, but only looked at the few extra copies that almost all the swords were staring at, thinking that they were worried that their companions would be hungry.

"If you are worried, you can send it to those highnesses first."

As soon as the words came out, all the swords turned to stare at him, until they confirmed that there was no dissatisfaction or complaint on his face, the swords secretly exchanged glances.

"Lord Zhaohua, I'm sorry."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki stood up from the side, took three copies, saluted and left.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Hutui timidly stood up holding his little tiger, bowed deeply to Zhaohua, took two copies and went out.

Then Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who lowered his head and completely covered himself under the sheet, also bowed and took the last one.

Zhaohua thought to himself that the situation of His Royal Highness Sanriyue is the most serious, so the swords of the Santiaoyi faction are probably watching him by the side.

But the rest of Akita and Yaken don't know what's going on.

There are also press-cut long valley parts.

To be honest, before he came to this Honmaru, he never thought that he would not be able to see Katsuki Hasebe.

At this time, His Highness should be the most active.

Is it still the influence of the dark fall...

After Mutsushu went out, he walked straight towards the castle tower in the middle of Honmaru.

It was originally the place where the god judge lived. Since the people from the government of time came and took away the body of the god judge, Sanriyue was imprisoned there.

Without the spiritual power of the god judge, even the castle tower is now dilapidated and desolate, and even the weeds in the courtyard are withered.

Ishikimaru sat at the door of the main room, glanced at the figure leaning against the courtyard door, and did not move.

A figure quietly rolled down from the eaves, stood behind Mutsu Mori, and patted him on the back.

Mutsu Mori turned around as usual, and handed him the things in his hand.

"Why are you here now? What is this?"

The clear and crisp child's voice sounded, it was Jin Jian.

Xiaotiangu's pink pupils are dark and deep, and the black mist around him is thicker than others, and the degree of dark fall is already at the middle level.

"This is the breakfast bought by the new god judges, and everyone has one."

Breakfast.

Looking at the beautifully packaged lunch box in his hand, Imai realized that the person Honosuke mentioned yesterday had arrived.

"Will he cure Crescent Moon?"

"Maybe."

Thinking of that adult, Mutsu Mori was in a complicated mood.

He didn't give a definite answer. Although the lord said that he came for purification, but there were too many examples of what he couldn't do, and he didn't want Imai to have too many expectations.

In this way, when hope is dashed, you will not fall into deeper despair.

Hearing this answer, Jin Jian didn't say anything more on this issue, but instead left a lunch box and prepared to leave.

"His Highness Sanriyue...is he still unable to eat?"

"Yeah." Imamu paused, "Ishikimaru and I will stay here forever."

These words sounded a bit out of order, but Mutsu Mori understood what he meant, and it was precisely because he understood that he felt more pain.

When that incident just happened, His Royal Highness Sanriyue lost control once, and the political personnel left a formation to imprison him in the castle tower.

Ishikirimaru and Imaken have been guarding here.

They do not allow other swords to approach, the closer they are, the more dangerous they are.

At first His Highness Sanriyue could still eat a little of the food sent over, but later the power of the formation weakened, and His Highness Sanriyue's waking time became shorter and shorter. That door, from a certain day on, never opened again.

Ishikimaru, also from that day, never left the door again.

They all know what that means.

He was waiting, waiting for the formation to completely fail, waiting for Sanriyue to lose control again.

Step through this door.

According to the previous agreement, stab the knife in his hand into Sanriyue's chest.

The meal was unusually quiet.

The three Fusangshen who left halfway also quietly blended into the crowd after delivering the meal.

Zhaohua observed all the Fusangshen present openly, and when they secretly looked up at him, he gave a gentle smile.

He noticed a lunch box brought back by Mutsu Mori.

Zhaohua lowered his eyes, the situation of His Royal Highness Sanriyue is already so serious, it seems that some things have to be brought forward.

When all the swords were gone, he also put down the tableware.

This seemed to be a signal, and he obviously felt that the atmosphere on the field was more dignified.

Zhaohua looked around, it seemed that everyone didn't know how to get along with him, everyone was cautious.

He sighed in his heart, it turned out that the gentle smile couldn't quickly close the distance.

However, he still smiled and looked at Mutsu Mori who had been bowing his head in contemplation: "His Highness Mutsu Mori, can you take me to see His Highness Mikazuki? I'm a little worried."

If a gentle smile can't bring you closer, then a cold expression is even more impossible.

After Mutsushou came back from the castle tower, he had been thinking about how to get Lord Zhaohua to help His Highness Sanriyue, but before he could speak, Lord Zhaohua proposed it himself!

He couldn't believe it for a while, "Really? Master Zhaohua, do you really want to go?"

"Of course, as I said, I am here to purify your Highnesses."

"It's not just purification, you can ask for any needs, and I will do my best to help you."

Hearing this sentence, Yi Qi's eyes lit up, and he quickly calmed down again.

The matter of His Royal Highness Sanriyue is the most important, and Master Zhaohua cannot be distracted.

Zhaohua followed Mutsu Moriyoshi on the way to the castle tower.

As soon as he approached the castle tower, the alarm on Honosuke's body began to flash.

"Lord Zhaohua, the dark aura is too strong here, please be careful."

Zhaohua paused, stopped, looked at the slender, fluffy fox behind him, and said in a delicate tone, "You're still here."

Um? ! !Shouldn't it be here?

Foxnosuke shook his ears, feeling that he was rejected.

But it came with Lord Zhaohua, where else could it go if it wasn't here?

"I give you a task to move out all the boxes from the teleportation array, and you can ask other Highnesses for help."

After moving out, this fox can leave.

In this Honmaru, there is no need for the eyes and ears of the government of time.

After dismissing Foxunosuke, Zhao Hua and Mutsu Mori came out of the courtyard together.

He saw Ishikimaru at a glance.

The Otachi wearing a green robe sat at the door, with its overly long body lying in front of him.

He closed his eyes slightly, the vermilion at the end of his eyes had now turned black, and the thick dark aura rolled and circled behind him, enveloping his whole body in it.

Like a polluted god.

Just as Zhaohua stepped into the courtyard, a figure jumped down and stopped in front of him, blocking his way.

The little tengu stepped on high wooden clogs and held a sharp blade in his hand, not for attack, but for defense.

Ishikimaru opened his eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests at the door.

"Here, no entry."

Mutsu took a step forward and wanted to explain to them, but was stopped by Zhaohua.

"His Royal Highness Mutsu, you wait outside, I will explain to them."

It was too dangerous for the sword here, and he could clearly see that the ubiquitous dark aura was wrapping around Mutsu Mori, infecting his body little by little.

Ishikirimaru and Jinjian also fell so deeply because they have been here for a long time.

"His Highness Ishikirimaru, I am Zhao Hua, entrusted by the government of the time, to purify your highnesses."

Zhaohua stood in place and explained his plan to them, "His Highness Sanriyue's situation is very serious. The formation left by the Government of Time is about to expire. I can redraw the formation for His Highness Sanriyue."

That formation was derived by him based on the sealing formation. When manpower is insufficient, it can temporarily suppress the dark swords and prevent their dark fall from deepening.

Ishikirimaru remembered the murderous intent in His Highness Sankayue's eyes and the formation with clear cracks when he opened the door for the last time.

He knew that His Highness Sanriyue was almost unable to hold on any longer, and any disturbance might irritate him and make him lose control completely.

If the lord can't do what he says...

Ishikirimaru looked at the young judge, looked at his smile and his gentle and tolerant eyes.

Finally got up and opened the door.

"It's work."

Imai took a look at Ishikirimaru, put down his knife and stood beside him.

"Master Zhaohua, will you cure Sankayue?"

Little Tengu didn't think too much about it, he just felt that this lord seemed trustworthy, and Ishikirimaru also agreed that he was close to Mikazuki, so Mikazuki could be cured, right?

"Yes. His Highness Sanriyue will recover soon."

Zhaohua's tone was firm, with absolute confidence.

"Great!"

Imaken smiled happily, his dark eyes seemed to be lit up, and he finally looked like a carefree little tengu.

Zhaohua stood at the door, nodded to Ishikimaru who was holding the body tightly beside him, and then he opened the door.

In the dimly lit room, the windows were closed tightly, and the moment the door was opened, a ray of light penetrated and projected on Fu Sangshen who was kneeling in the corner.

His whole body was entangled by ropes transformed from spiritual power, and Zhaohua could clearly see the dark aura gushing out of him like a tide, polluting the surrounding air.

The moment Zhaohua came in, San Riyue heard the movement, and there was a trace of struggle on her expressionless face, but it disappeared quickly.

He opened his eyes, the dark red pupils were full of killing intent, the dark aura on his body deepened a bit, and the ropes wrapped around him showed obvious cracks!

"Word Spirit Binding!"

Zhaohua's heart trembled, and he quickly formed seals, one after another spells flew out, surrounding Fu Sangshen in the corner, suppressing his actions.

The moment the knot seal was completed, the rope formed by spiritual power was completely broken and dissipated in the air.

Zhaohua knelt down in front of Sanriyue, staring into his dark red eyes.

He didn't miss the momentary change of expression. San Riyue's dark fall was so deep, but she still retained a trace of sanity.

Zhaohua thought of Ishikirimaru at the door, and His Highness Sankaiyue certainly didn't want to fight with his companions.

Sanriyue was wearing the battle uniform, and the scattered wounds on her body were scribbled with bandages, and they were hidden under the dark blue and black ink clothing.

However, human treatment methods did not work on Touken Fusangshin. Even after such a long time, there was no sign of healing at all, and deep and shallow blood stains seeped out from under the bandage.

The kanbanlang of the government of the time, Fu Sangshen known as the most beautiful blade, is so embarrassed at this moment.

But even so, even though his whole body reveals blood because of the dark fall, he is still beautiful, different from the usual high-spirited beauty.

At this time, he is like a flower that has bloomed to the extreme, revealing the beauty of decay and withering.

Zhaohua lowered his tone subconsciously, as if he was worried about disturbing something, even though he knew that Sanriyue couldn't hear anything at this time.

"His Royal Highness Sanriyue, I am Zhaohua, please rest at ease, with me here, nothing will happen."

He gently held Sanriyue's hand, and took out his main body.

He lowered his head, so he didn't see it. When he heard his voice, San Riyue's complex and deep eyes flashed for a moment.

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San Riyue had met Zhaohua before, when he was a cold person who couldn't smile, but San Riyue had already seen his helpful nature through his appearance!