[Sword Ranbu] The Inquisitor on the Tip of the Tongue

Those who judged the gods liked counting beads, but those who judged the gods no longer liked counting beads.

But how can it be so simple.

Zong San Zuowen covered half of his face with pink sleeves, and then smiled softly and complicatedly like a sick peony.He seemed to be gloating, raised his face, and hummed short breaths. "You have finally touched the taboo,"

In the end, it has already brought a brisk rhythm.

Since Zong San Zuo Wenwen has always been worried and resentful since the day he came to Honmaru, such a light smile is rare. "Master God Judge, who will you like next?" He smiled like a flower demon sucking the spirit of the human race, and like a flaming beacon before the country's subjugation.

God judge, who will you like next~

That's right, through the matter of counting Zhuwan, it can be proved that the judge of the gods will also like swords...

So, judge, judge, who among us do you want to like?

Ranto Shiro's plump lips painted with orange-flavored lip glaze leaned over, and the voice he murmured was so numb to the brain, "Mmm~ my lord is the best~"

Pick me, pick me.

Hidden by the blue mist were the aggressive eyes of the cub who could smell the smell of minced meat.

But he was blocked behind by mustache.

Afterwards, it was Mustache who lay on the knee pillow of the God-judgment girl, tickling the pale blond hair beside his ear, and said in the same sweet and greasy tone, "Let me sleep on my back for a while." He pulled her hand over, asking her to comfort him tenderly.

"Well."

Hidekiri squinted his eyes, exuding a lazy message in the afternoon.Intentionally or not, the lingering warm breath sprayed on her sensitive fingertips, trembling, she silently wanted to escape.

I do not want.

When his shoulder moved back quietly, his back bumped into Mikazuki Zongjin's body.The charming and graceful Five Swords of the World smiled meaningfully at that moment, the soft moonlight slowly rippling away in a pair of bright eyes, and plum blossom lips, "Little girl."

So lovely……

It was really good to see the extreme, the judge was confused for a moment, confused why he was here, confused...why did he seduce her.

She's just an ordinary girl.

What is there to love about them?What should they care about?

"This makes me miserable." The girl's voice seemed to be mixed with the dampness of the rainy season. When the voice slipped out of her lips, it sounded foggy and pleasant.

But the Sword Fusangshen were still approaching her non-stop, they were all hungry wolves trying to share a bite.

Hasebe faithfully fulfilled her orders, Candlesticks took good care of the housework for her, Xiaohumaru asked her to take care of her gentle hair... You obviously like Shuzhumaru too, I can be more kind and more loving than him. Affectionate and stronger.

I can too, right?

I can do better.

The more repressed the love is on weekdays, the greater the rebound is now, and the ambition that was not dared to touch has suddenly grown.Extremely hungry and jealous, he could only rob without hesitation, fearing that only he would be left forever in the abyss of not being able to get what he wanted.

"Help, I can't help."

Zong San smiled lightly between his brows, which were languid in his words, lonely and gentle.At the same time, there was a kind of sadness in Gu Pan. He did not know how many times he had watched the prosperity through the cage, and he also saw the flourishing world wither.

This time, too?

You have never been someone who knows how to control courtiers...

Why then did you forge me and hold me?

The bitter and mean smile slowly faded away in his expression, and the pain in his internal organs went away one after another. Zong San stroked the black butterfly tattoo on his chest, feeling that they were so funny that it almost hurt.

Look, Kakiri Hasebe obeys orders, without orders, he loses the value of existence, and fears that he will be abandoned.

Look, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada is taking care of her basic necessities of life carefully, desperately trying to show her charming posture.

Look, Xiaohuwan's long white hair, which she refuses to comb, is dirty and messy, or an abandoned domestic fox.

Knowing that it is impossible for her to be loved by her, she couldn't help but make unnecessary efforts and show her hospitality time and time again.In the end, everyone sank to the bottom of the dirty and hopeless swamp together.

He was the only one who was still awake to watch the end of the game.

The life of a bird in a cage is really painful...

He looked out of the window, and the cloudy and cloudy sky began to rain sparsely, and the gloom filled the entire Honmaru.He stood by the door and watched, and she was loved and surrounded by everyone, with a carefree expression, which made the laughter even more weird.

——Is this smile for her?

——Is this love story spoken for her?

That's really weird, she doesn't expect these, and even hates and resists... But everyone must give them to her.The girl who judged the gods was already full of New Year's gifts: the best tea, orange-flavored candies, exquisite wooden combs, white handkerchiefs embroidered with pine needles in the corners, agarwood wood beads, cute puppet pendants, and the degree is not high. fruit wine and so on.

"Thank you." However, contrary to the smile on the girl's face, her heartbeat was slow.

She didn't hear the voice of her own emotional fluctuations, but only heard the disgusting blood flowing all over her body.

In response, the sound of the rain was pattering, just like the rain that the girl who judged God met when she first arrived in Honmaru, surrounded by the lingering sadness of the rainy season.cool.

Clear light.

Qingguang where are you?

So she glanced around in the sword.He hesitated here in California, just for a moment, and then continued to look away in other directions.Finally, after struggling for a long time, nothing came into view.

Or, what about Tsurumaru?

The girl who judged God silently repeated the action just now, and her lovely pink nails sank deeper into the palm of her hand. —she still couldn't find him.

So I must take her with me.

At that moment, Xiaohumaru unstoppably had this unattainable idea, the roots of the noble white fur were dyed black a little bit, and the once elegant and dignified temperament gradually became turbid.

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