[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

When the blood splashed on his face, Song Si smelled the familiar unpleasant smell, and the warm feeling from other people's blood made him a little surprised, so he slowly stretched out his hand to touch the blood.

The person in front of him still had such a gentle smile on his mouth, but a lot of blood oozes from his waist.

"Old man, I was injured when I first came to this era, hahahaha." Still such a gentle smile caused anger in Song Si's heart: "Shut up, give me a rest, Yaken Fujishiro will help treat the wound for now."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Song Si looked at the current affairs officer not far behind him. The man held a gun in his hand, and the one who wrapped himself could only see those eyes, which were full of disdain.

The fury was generated at this moment.

Song Si's naturally overwhelming current affairs personnel couldn't breathe, and subconsciously took a step back. After standing still, he realized the tense, and an expression of chagrin appeared in the eyes of the current affairs personnel.

"You have violated the current policy's licensing regulations, so you will be sanctioned, you'd better hold your hand..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the small knife in front of him. The knife was pointed straight at his throat, and he told the current affairs staff plainly: I don't like what you said, so you better shut up.

The political personnel wanted to say something, but they saw the person in front of him pull out the Taidao body that was already unsteady, and was supported by Sanri Yuezong near his waist. He reacted quickly and pointed the gun at Song Si.

"Bang bang bang-"

Possessing himself to prepare, sprinting, all the current affairs personnel's shots missed, and hit the wall beside Song Si's clothes, and the current affairs personnel also lost their hearts.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, the political personnel looked around, but they didn't see any figure.

where?The political personnel changed the magazines and looked around.

The back of Taidao was hit on the waist, and the pain came. The political personnel quickly wanted to dodge to the side, but they didn't notice Song Si's outstretched foot.

Sitting on the ground, the coldness in Song Si's eyes made the political staff shiver. There was no emotion in those eyes, but the deep anger revealed the instability in his heart.

The political personnel shook their necks. The man in front of him was a demon, a demon who came to reap human lives.

The pain in the side of the waist caused the political personnel to stagger, kneel on the ground on one knee, and closed their eyes in resignation, waiting for the imminent death.

After half the payment, the icy blade was removed from the neck, and the political personnel opened their eyes and looked at the person in front of them. This person, won't you kill him?

Looking intently, the blood-red pupils seemed to have returned to normal, and the yellow pupils were full of shock.

Song Si threw the sword behind him and stuck it on the ground in front of Sanri Yuezong. Then he beat him unilaterally, paid with both hands, and rode on the body of the political personnel, punching with one hand, one hand tired Then switch to another hand.

This is a more erroneous thing than direct death. In the face of those current affairs who are arrogant and regard dignity as everything, such behavior is simply provocation and insult.

The unyielding look made Song Si's eyes unfriendly, and he didn't hit other places, but he was slapped in the face. The person who hit him was bruised and swollen, and he could no longer see his face, and even his eyes were swollen, Song Si let go. With his hand, he took out a few healing talisman papers from the arms of the political personnel, and got up.

"Let's go."

Song Si patted the dirt on his body, then turned to look at the stunned crowd.

I thought it was a gorgeous dance for the man to kill someone with a knife, but I didn't expect there to be such a pure and brutal scene of punching the face.

When he supported Sanri Yuezong with his own hands, Song Si saw the faint smile in the man's eyes. If it wasn't for his unsteady body, Song Si might think that this man is still the same as usual.

"Don't block the gun for me in the future, I don't hurt, but you will."

San Riyue's eyes dimmed due to his hoarse voice, and he laughed and laughed: "Master, I just acted subconsciously."

Song Si doesn't remember how long he lived, but he only remembers that the world was still at peace and these swords didn't exist, he was there, but there has never been such a group of people standing by his side and telling him, I will protect him in the future.

Richly, he took out three more bags of Jin Ye and put them on the stage. Song Si bought the entire homestay, and put it in his own room with the support of Sanri Yuezong.

Lying on the familiar tatami mat, blood slowly oozes from the corner of Mikazuki Zong's lips, staining the delicate hunting clothes red.

The familiar spiritual power floated in the air, but Sanriyue didn't smell like the big blessing that day, that rotten smell floated in the air, and then penetrated into the bone marrow little by little.

It just sucks.

The gray spiritual power slowly dissipated, and the wound and body had fully recovered. The healing process was not an easy task for Song Si and Sanri Yue Zongjin.

Song Si had already removed the chip. He should not be able to use his spiritual power, but forcibly activated the recovery talisman. Song Si's slender hands could almost see bursting blue veins, which was enough to prove that all his strength had been exhausted.

On the third day, Yue Zong had already closed his eyes to slowly digest the spiritual power in his body, but Song Si fell down and sat on the cold ground, unable to stand up.

The pain in the temple was severe, and the feeling of jumping and jumping made Song Si uncomfortable. He leaned his head on the bed beside him, and felt much more comfortable with the support.

The darkness slowly descended, and when he woke up again, Song Si was already lying on his bed, the sheets had no smell of blood, and it was obvious that someone had cleaned them up.

The wounded man who was still lying there was sitting at the side, holding green tea in his hand, Song Si just coughed a few times, and saw the man put the green tea in his hand to Song Si's mouth.

"Ah, in terms of the situation over there, Niu Ruo has returned to the B&B safely, and the remaining swords have not been found by other current affairs personnel. As for that one, he has been tied up by the pressure cut Hasebu, his mouth was gagged, and he threw it away. It's in the cowshed."

bullpen?

Song Si had an impression of that place, but he didn't have a good impression of it. I don't know how many stolen goods were taken by the original owner of the homestay, and the stench was so bad that it had reached an unbearable level.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Song Si's eyes were filled with warmth. After the bone-chilling chill in his eyes subsided, it was like a spring breeze blowing in. Yue Zong was almost stunned for half a day before he came back to his senses. He came to Song Si's side and sniffed Song Si The taste is not strong.

The familiar smell of Daifuku came to her nose, which made Sanriyue feel a little happy. For the first time, the smell that penetrated into the bone marrow was not such an unpleasant smell, but such a sweet, relaxing smell all over her body.

"Are you feeling better now?" Sanriyue reached out and touched Song Si's forehead, and the scorching temperature spread to her palm: "Your body is hot because of the inflammation in your throat."

fever?

The puppet can automatically adjust its body temperature, but it has never had a fever, nor has it suffered from any disease.

Song Si could feel the scorching heat all over his body, and the temperature exhaled from his nose had obvious height.

If he guessed correctly, a mutation had already occurred in his body, and he had already begun to approach the structure of a human body.

This is really... great.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is a very good thing. He can't absorb the energy of human beings that can make him grow up, so he has kept his current appearance for hundreds of years?Song Si no longer remembered.

But the longer you live, the more you feel that you might as well face death when you grow up. That's the right choice, isn't it?

grow up.

Song Si stood up suddenly, but because the fever had not completely passed, his vision went dark, and he fell back on the bed.

"If you need anything, you can tell me."

Song Si shouted, with a flash of excitement in his eyes: "Measuring measure, go find me a measuring measure."

Looking at the tape measure in front of him, Song Si stood up and leaned against the corner, standing upright, seriously like a little soldier with a gun.

Song Si's serious and indifferent expression is a bit like an adult, which makes people laugh.

Song Si clenched his hands tightly, layers of sweat appearing in his palms.

After all, he still grew, although not much, just a few centimeters, he is still growing, although he doesn't want to admit it, but he is very grateful for the existence of these swords, at least it can let him learn some feelings, although not much, but for him That being said, it was a huge surprise.

When the five tigers retreated in Sanriyue to get the measuring tape, they came in behind. Seeing Song Si's movements, their eyes rolled, and they ran out briskly.

The arrival of Yaoken Fujishiro made Song Si continue to drink those bitter medicines, but up to now, Song Si drank them calmly, and never thought about pouring those medicines to let his body's metabolism become faster. slow.

When Song Si was able to go to the ground, he was dressed and dragged by the five tigers to run outside.

"What?"

Looking at Wu Hutui's nervous expression, Song Si had seen such an expression before, it was the look of giving him gifts at that time, and the anticipation could not be concealed.

It was a wooden board, which was clearly marked. From top to bottom, every sword and sword had its own size marked on it, including Ushiwakamaru who also wrote his name on it.

The Five Tigers pushed back and pushed Song Si's shoulder.

"You are the only one left, master." Wu Hutui blinked his big eyes: "We are a family, aren't we?"

family.

Song Si walked forward, Xiao Ye left the words on his toes, and was finally hugged by Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and then gently drew a line on the top of Song Si's head with chalk.

The chalk was on the side, Song Si bent down and picked one up, and marked his name on the side.

This was the first time that Song Si had truthfully told Dao Jian his name. Seeing the smiling faces of the Dao Jian behind him, Song Si's heart tightened suddenly.

The five tigers retreated and stood beside the wooden board, using their small hands to show the position of Song Si's chalk drawing and his height: "There is still a gap, I will soon be as tall as the master."

"Hahaha, you have to eat well." The cattail fan in Sanri Yuezong's hand created a wave of cold wind in the air, which became much cooler in the hot weather.

Wu Hutui and Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen nodded together, the innocence in the eyes of the two children was still the same, and it hadn't even changed a little for such a long time.

Enviably well protected presence.

Song Si raised his eyes to look over to the cowshed, and heard a faltering voice, which broke Song Si's thoughts.

"Ah, I accidentally forgot him." Qingguang Qingguang clasped his fist with one hand and patted the other hand, smiling, as if he had suddenly realized, but on the contrary, he seemed deliberate. Knocked on the head of California Qingguang.

Putting the handkerchief on the tip of his nose, he walked up and down, and the political personnel with dirty faces were whining there.

Squatting down, he took out the stuff that was in the mouth of the political officer at that time. His black hair was almost stained gray with dirt, his yellow eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he took off the tightly covered hat When he got down, Song Si's eyes darkened.

"Mutsu's good luck?"

The sword of Ryoma Sakamoto.

Song Si smiled sarcastically, also, how could the Shizheng group send real personnel to other eras to face a group of swords and puppets out of their control.

"What is the purpose of the mission they sent you here?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's expression was tangled. Just as he was about to come up with Sakamoto Ryoma's set of negotiating rhetoric, he was hit on the head by a scabbard. The bloody taste in his mouth told him that he was completely manipulated now.

"Let me ask again, what is the purpose of the mission they sent you?"

The dangerous light in Song Si's eyes made Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki pause. He had tried unilaterally beating him once, and the person in front of him was not a reasonable person.

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki closed his eyes, with a desperate expression: "Kill the people who violated the current political rules, carry out the purge, and bring Ushiwakamaru back to his era, and other swords to clear the memory and bring back the current political affairs. "

A complete captive, he has no choice. He heard the conversation with his sword just now. Maybe because he is in a good mood now, it is the truth to save his life.

Song Si acquiesced to Mutsu Shoujixing's statement, as expected.

After all, current affairs will not bring them back for trial, but will directly sentence them to death in another era.

"Master, what should we do now?" Hasebe pursed his thin lips, looking at Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki with an unhappy expression, which reminded Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki of the one who was blocked yesterday, covering his eyes and straining Feeling the beating, he couldn't help shaking his neck.

Song Si waved his hand: "Kill it."

In an understatement, he decided life and death for Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who Mutsu Mori had drawn out his sword, twitched his mouth: "Wait a minute, my lord, I still have something to discuss with you."

Song Si stopped, turned his head to look at Mutsu Shoujixing with great interest, he looked up and down for half the salary, and finally sneered: "Do you think you have anything to trade with me now?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki asked: "Do you still remember the healing talisman papers you took away from me? I also hid some in other places. I think you must need these things now."

"Did you make a mistake?" Song Si sat on the edge of the well not far away: "Just this little thing, I'm using it for your life. Is your life so cheap?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki pursed his lips, looked at the indifferent man in front of him, his eyes were full of indifference, and lowered his head: "Of course not, I am still willing to submit to you and become your subordinate sword."

"Oh, and then become an eyeliner who is placed in my place by a political affairs officer."

Song Si raised his eyebrows, but he became interested. He looked at the sword next to him that clearly said he was unwilling, and pointed at Sanri Yue Zongjin: "If you can convince him."

Sanriyue was named, and she looked surprised, but she could think clearly in another way.

This person's mind is too simple.

It was just because he was the one who was stabbed, so the decision was left to him.

Song Si turned around, looked at Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen and Wu Hu Tui with bright smiles, and stretched out his hand.

The two children put their little hands into Song Si's and held them tightly.

This place is not stable, even if the space is completely closed, it may not be able to last for too long.

Constant diversion has become the best way to distract attention now.

"Hey, kid, can you stop pestering Anding?" California Qingguang's voice sounded, attracting Song Si's attention.

I saw Ushi Wakamaru holding the wooden knife, firmly grasping Yamato Shou'an's sleeve, as stubborn as a cow, no matter what Kaiqing Qingguang said, he would not let go.

"I want Yamato Mori-sama to practice swords with me." Ushiwakamaru turned his head and looked at Yamato Mori Anding expectantly. The child's fiery eyes made Yamato Mori Anding unable to refuse. He smiled gently and said yes.

Niu Wakamaru raised his hands, cheered, turned to look at Song Si, and declared loudly: "When I grow up, I will definitely defeat you!"

Song Si looked at California Qingguang who was covering Niu Ruowan's mouth, pursed his lips, and said, "Okay."

Doesn't the master hate trouble the most?This feeling of accepting the gauntlet...

California Qingguang hadn't recovered yet, a sharp pain came from his hand, and he looked at the neat teeth marks on his hand: "You kid! You don't belong to a cow! You belong to a dog!"

Ushiwakamaru turned his head and hid behind Song Si, and made a standard grimace for Tsurumaru Kuninaga at Kai Qingguang and Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Looking at the slightly coughing master in front of him, California Qingguang twitched the corners of his mouth, dared not speak out, and waved his fist in the air, Song Si looked at the child who was holding his clothes by his side: "Why did you ask Yamato to keep An Ding? "

"Because the grown-up smiled warmly, and felt that he must be a gentle person, even when he was exercising, he would not be particularly serious."

Hearing this, California Qingguang's expression was a bit weird. He remembered the declaration that he had landed his head one by one when he and Yamato Shou'an were in battle. .

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki looked at the scene in front of him, then looked at Mikazuki Zongjin who seemed to have reached a consensus, and heaved a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, he heard Song Si's next words.

"By the way, take off his clothes for me."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki: "Huh???"

The author has something to say:

Tell me loudly, isn't Song Si handsome!

I started to browse Taobao before Double Eleven, but I bought a bunch of snacks and it was past twelve o’clock. I looked at the other things I hadn’t bought yet, and two lines of tears came down

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