Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

Everyone returned to Honmaru, and quickly sent the two seriously injured knives to the room.

The automatic income instrument is worthy of being produced by Shizheng. It has fast charging, long battery life, and sensitive sensing. Once it detects that there is a sword lying on it, it will immediately start working conscientiously.

Zhaohua watched the wounds on Sanriyue's body heal little by little, and as soon as the tension in his heart was loosened, the sequelae of spiritual overdraft came out - he passed out.

"Owner!"

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, hurried over to help him up. After some inspection, he found that he was not injured, and he was probably tired.

He was about to send Zhaohua back to his room to rest, but he found that Zhaohua's right hand was tightly holding the hand of Sanriyue lying on the stage.

……

He tried to pull it, but he didn't pull it away, but Zhaohua struggled unconsciously.

Hasebe didn't dare to move anymore, but he couldn't let the master just lie on the stage like this.

The onlookers watched the whole process of the first phase and made a move, "Put the master on it, anyway, the hand is big enough to enter the stage."

It seems that this is the only way to go.

Seeing that the master was so attached to Sanriyue Temple, Hasebe felt that his heart had been stabbed again and again, and the villain in his heart was biting his handkerchief aggrieved.

Hey, he really wants to be relied on by his master.

There is no other way, since he is no better than Sanriyuedian in this respect, the master can only rely on him more in work.

His pressing and cutting Hasebe will definitely become the most capable sword in Honmaru!

When Sanriyue woke up, she found that her hand was being firmly pressed down by something.

He turned his head and saw Zhaohua's silver hair.

Asleep and asleep, Zhaohua leaned towards Sanriyue subconsciously. Now he not only held hands, but half of his body was pressed against Sanriyue's hand, and his head even rested on Sanriyue's shoulder.

An intimate look.

Sanriyue protected Zhaohua's head with the other hand, and carefully pulled out the arm. This action woke Zhaohua up instantly. He opened his eyes bewilderedly, and subconsciously shouted: "Sanriyue..."

"Master, I am here."

Sanriyue sat up, couldn't open her eyes, but forced Zhaohua, who was about to get up, into her arms, and whispered in his ear, "You take a rest, I will always be by your side."

"Hmm..." Zhaohua's slender eyelashes trembled twice, and he was completely still. His breathing was steady and long, apparently falling asleep again.

Sanriyue glanced at Tsurumaru who was lying on the stage with the other hand, gently picked up Zhaohua, and walked out.

Yiqi Yizhen, who was guarding the door, heard the movement and wanted to say hello, but when he saw Zhaohua in Sanriyue's arms, he immediately silenced himself.

After they left, the first phase entered the room to deal with his injuries.

To be honest, he is a little embarrassed to see this hand entering the stage now. The sword who was slightly injured like him was waiting indoors, but he saw the owner from lying flat to side, and then from side to side. , to the arms of Sanriyue Palace...

The swordsmen who were forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food looked at each other, and ran outside tacitly.

As a result, when everyone saw the beautiful scenery, they couldn't bear the boredom of queuing, and he was the only one left.

Yiqi Yizhen, who was entrusted with the important task of protecting the master: ...

It sounds so good, but in fact, I just want to find someone to watch, so I don't have to worry about missing the opportunity, and I can surf without any scruples.

The minor injury healed quickly, and Yiqi resigned to his fate to find the next injured knife.

After he left, Tsurumaru woke up leisurely.

Seeing the furnishings in the room, he squeezed his arms and legs, they were in good condition.

"It turns out that the master I saw before the coma was not a hallucination, it's too cool to fall from the sky."

He scored [-] points in this wave of heroes saving the United States!

It's a pity that he fell too early, it's a pity that he didn't see the expression of Sanriyue at that time...

After thinking about it, Tsurumaru suddenly remembered something.

"Ah! I worked so hard to write "Top Ten Entertainment Planning Cases-Sword Edition" day and night, and I carefully selected so many props that will definitely shock everyone!"

"Now! All! No more!"

He thought that the retrograde army could be easily solved, and everyone had a meal and K songs, and then brought some souvenirs, and returned to Honmaru happily.

Who knew that the retrograde army was smarter than they thought, and almost overturned, all follow-ups are gone!

No, he can still save it.

Tsurumaru rushed into the room, "duang" and bumped into Yizhendao face to face at the door, and his chin hit the opponent's forehead heavily.

"hiss--"

The two of them squatted down holding their heads at the same time, and Yamabuchi covered his forehead, which was almost knocked out and slightly injured, and curled up miserable on the ground.

Tsurumaru burst into tears, but without caring about his chin, he grabbed Yamabugiri's hand.

"Your Highness Yamabukiri! Is the space channel closed?! Can I still go to another world?!"

This distance has obviously exceeded Yamabuchiri's friendly conversation distance, he huddled in his quilt, and shook his head with a wooden face.

"Great! The channel is not closed!"

Tsurumaru jumped up excitedly and ran away in a hurry.

Yamabuchi stretched out his hand in vain, watching Tsurumaru's back disappear into the distance.

No, what he wanted to say was that he couldn't go to another world.

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Zhaohua slept for a whole day, and when he woke up, it was dark, the room was not lit, and the cold moonlight came in from the window, shining on Fu Sangshen beside the bed.

Bright on the left, dark on the right.

The dark blue hair hangs down the side of the face, and the fair skin looks more radiant and smooth under the moonlight, as if there are two crescent moons hanging in the eyes of the night, shining brightly, brighter than the moon in the sky.

Zhaohua stretched out his hand and caressed the side of his face.

"Three Moons, you're fine...that's great."

Sanriyue turned her head and pressed a kiss on Zhaohua's palm, "Thanks to the master for saving me."

Zhaohua was startled, and withdrew his hand, "No, I didn't save you."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be involved in this kind of thing at all."

"And I'm not a qualified master, I, I can't find you... Sanriyue..."

Up to now, only the two of them were in the room, and San Riyue was sitting in front of him. The previously suppressed pain, self-blame and remorse, and almost collapsed emotions all surged up.

Zhaohua's dark eyes were covered with mist, and his voice gradually trembled.

"I was so cocky...I thought I could handle everything..."

In the end, it was just a summoning technique, and he was defeated.

San Riyue held his face, gently wiped away the overflowing tears with her fingertips, and kissed the corner of his red eyes.

"No, the master has already done a good job."

"I know you will show up, everyone is back safely, isn't it?"

He hugged Zhaohua in his arms and stroked his back gently.

"You don't need to blame yourself."

Zhaohua hugged his waist tightly, the temperature belonging to Sanriyue was transmitted through the thin fabric, and Sanriyue's deep and gentle voice was next to his ears.

His heart gradually calmed down, and his emotions eased.

As soon as he recovered from the intense emotion, he suddenly felt that it was too embarrassing for him to cry to San Riyue just now with tears in his eyes!

It's like being coquettish.

Zhaohua got up from San Riyue's arms, turned his face sideways and quickly wiped away the remaining teardrops, and faced San Riyue with a serious expression.

"Thank you, Sankayue, I'm fine now."

"This is what I should do."

San Riyue leaned over and kissed his red eyes from crying, and smiled, but couldn't relax in her heart.

As long as the barriers of the world exist and the master cannot make a contract, he will always blame himself.

I don't want to see the master blaming himself and being sad anymore...

Sanriyue's eyes darkened, and she made up her mind.

He straightened up, looked directly into Zhaohua's eyes, and asked solemnly: "Master, please engrave your real name on my body."

Zhaohua's eyes widened in surprise, his expression shocked, "You, what are you talking about?!"

"Engrave your real name on my body knife. I asked Mr. Natori, this is the most feasible solution, we will have..."

"This is impossible!"

Zhaohua interrupted Sanriyue's words for the first time. Seeing Sanriyue's silence, he felt a slip of the tongue, holding Sanriyue's sign language and explaining incoherently, "I'm sorry, but I can't... I know you are doing it for my own good, but I ..."

He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only cite an existing example to dispel San Riyue's thoughts.

"Did you forget Zong Sandian?!"

Zong San’s left writing, because Oda Nobunaga engraved an inscription on the hilt of the knife, he still loves and hates that man, and he can’t forget it.

How domineering and flamboyant is the inscription, like an oath to the world, this vibration knife will always belong to me alone.

But how could he treat Sanriyue like this?

The lifespan of a human being is so short. It is enough for him to have Sanriyue in his lifetime. How could he have the heart to let Sanriyue live in his mark all his life?

"I'm different from Zong Sandian, master."

Sanriyue showed a smile, with beautiful eyebrows and gentle eyes, "I voluntarily become your property, Sanriyue Zongjin, and will be held by you alone forever."

"But……"

"Hush." ​​Sanriyue pressed Zhaohua's lips lightly, "I know what you are worried about, I don't care about it, you are worth remembering in my life."

Seeing Zhaohua's expression still disapproving, San Riyue changed her way of persuasion, "Actually, I have been very uneasy all along. The master comes from another world. Maybe one day he leaves, and I will never find you."

Just as Zhaohua wanted to refute that he would not leave, he was kissed back by Sanriyue.

"As long as it's for me, I want to be your deepest and only connection with this world."

The gentle and tender voice echoed in his ears, Zhaohua's expression relaxed, but he still refused.

"Hey? Isn't that okay too?"

Sanriyue had been soft and hard for a long time, but Zhaohua couldn't let go. He remembered that the previous master was the most addicted to this.

He lowered his head and kissed Zhaohua's lips again, "Is it really not possible?"

"no!"

Zhaohua never refuses sugar-coated cannonballs, but he just doesn't agree.

"Now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need to do this kind of thing anymore. Sanriyue has always been the most important person in my heart. No matter whether there is a sword inscription or not, I will never leave you."

What he said was categorical, no matter what, he would not let San Riyue succeed!

All things can be agreed, only this matter, he can never agree.

At this moment, he still didn't know that in the cave that was about to be filled, something was quietly approaching.

The author has something to say: Sanriyue: Kiss one, kiss another, is that okay?

Zhaohua: Accept all kisses and bounce back all requests.

The next space rift is coming!Who will crawl out of the hole?