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

"Wait..." Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki blushed slightly, and he looked in horror at the rubbing hands of California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Mori Anding: "I really don't have any talismans on me right now." Already!"

Yamato Morita turned back to look at Song Si, but saw that the man had a flat face, did not issue the next order, and could only shrug at Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki.

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki, who was stripped down to only his shorts, lay naked in the stinking cowshed, looking at the sky hopelessly, as if he had ascended to heaven.

Song Si stepped forward, took a look at Sanri Yuezong, and got a nod in agreement. It was obvious that the person in front of him, covering his face and having nothing to love, had already negotiated some matters with Sanri Yuezong.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki flinched, and even wanted to run away, his hands were tightly tied, and he struggled for a long time but only got blood dripping from his wrist.

Song Si turned Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki over and looked behind his ear. It was a gleaming chip that looked very similar to his. It was probably something used by Shizheng to monitor the situation here.

'Stab it. With a sound, because the small chip was not made as deep as Song Si, Song Si raised the knife and quickly took it out.

"what--!!!"

"Kill the knife!!"

"Speaking doesn't count!!!"

Wailing for half the salary, but seeing the indifferent appearance of the future master in front of him, as if looking at a fool, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki realized that he hardly bleeds, and felt that his teeth were a bit long, and the back groove was ground after grinding tooth.

Song Si looked away from Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's body, looked at the chip on the palm of his hand, exerted a little force on his palm, and the metal fragments slowly came out from Song Si's hand.

They have been exposed, and although they have been exposed for a short time, they need to be transferred quickly.

"Speaking of which, why did you take off my clothes?" Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's veins burst out: "If you make this kind of thing, you don't need to take off my clothes at all!"

"It stinks."

"......"

That's all because of who!

He took out a few gold leaves from his bosom, and put them in the hands of Yamabuki Kirihiro: "Put on the bamboo hat, and go buy some horses, we'll be on our way at noon."

Song Si coughed twice, touched the part of his throat, and it didn't hurt so much anymore, but his voice was really unpleasant, like the sound of fingernails scratching on glass.

Seeing the frowning of the swords and swords around him, Song Si simply closed his mouth.

There was a rustling sound not far from him, Song Si pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and he stuffed back the smelly sock that he took out of Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki just now, to prevent Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki cried like before.

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki: "Uuuuuuuuu..." MMP.

Everyone was ready to fight, but when they got close, they didn't see anything.

Hasebe squatted down and picked up a piece of wet soil. The blood smelled like rust. It seemed that the knife had been injured. He nodded at Song Si behind him.

With each other who have formed a bond, they quickly understood what the other party meant.

They need to force out this person, and the sword that is watching in the dark is not good for their reality.

"This really scared me." Tsurumaru Kuninaga took out what Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki said: "Aside from sending you this time, what other swords did Shizheng send?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki was also a little puzzled, he scratched his head for a long time, and finally said vaguely: "I don't know."

He didn't lie, because Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki looked too sincere, Song Si stared closely at Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki half-paid, and finally sighed slightly.

Forget it, if there is one less battle, it will be less, they need to hurry as soon as possible.

Song Si waved his hand, Yamabuki Kunihiro understood and pulled Ushiwakamaru who had been clamoring to see the horse, and left the hotel.

After everything was stable, there was only the sound of bugs chirping here, which made Song Si upset and bored, and looked at the weather outside with unfriendly eyes.

Since his body temperature cannot be regulated, the sweat system works.

Sweat sticks to the body, making it uncomfortable, and the smell of sweat and the smell of the cowshed dissipate under the heat.

Song Si glanced at Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki with even more disgust.

"..." This is probably the mood of the dog at the end of the day. Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's body is naked, but the bruises on his body are now colorful, and the expressions on his face are even more exciting. They echo each other and can be called The above is a perfect fit.

Song Si casually took out the talisman paper from his bosom, found the crimping Hasebu, gathered it up, and threw it in casually.

The repairing energy spreads in the air. Although it doesn't smell good, it is indeed something that can seduce people.

The people in the dark ground their teeth secretly. When they were short of talisman papers, there was a person who wasted here casually.

Simply too much!

The burning one by one made Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki, the original owner of these talisman papers, so distressed that he couldn't breathe. Looking at the brazier, he seemed to be still calculating how much he could salvage.

The elegance of Song Si's burning has not yet burned to five, the people in the dark finally can't stand it, and the hidden breath has become unstable.

Wakizashi's pace is fast, but the sword is clamped, and the maneuverability of the short sword cannot be ignored.

Song Si stared intently at the sword in front of him. The blue eyes of the half-grown child were full of resentment. The bruises and bloodshot eyes showed that the child hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

The child struggled vigorously against the shackles of the short knives, and said bitterly, "Let me go."

"Do you know him?" Song Si asked Mutsu Shoujixing.

"I know but I'm not familiar with Hijikata Toshizo's Wakisashi Horikawa Kunihiro, his swordsman and Izumi Mori Kanesada's deputy."

Hijikata Toshizo, from the Shinsengumi.

Song Si looked at California Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an standing behind him. The two children were obviously surprised. California Qingguang ran to Song Si's side, pulled Song Si's sleeve, and there was pleading in his eyes.

"Pleading for a man who wants to kill me?"

"No." California Kiyomitsu shook his head, "Horikawa Kunihiro doesn't have any scars on his body, and his purpose is a healing talisman, so there must be his injured companion here."

Song Si reached out and tapped California Qingguang on the head: "You are much smarter."

Juechuan Kunihiro's face was covered with blood, he looked at Song Si as if he wanted to bite off a bite of Song Si's flesh, he looked at Song Si who walked in, and spat fiercely in Song Si's direction He took a sip: "You god judges don't have any good things."

Song Si raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pick up Horikawa Kunihiro's face, and took out a handkerchief from his bosom with the other hand, and wiped Horikawa Kunihiro's face carefully.

"You have a delicate face." Song Si casually threw the handkerchief at Horikawa Kunihiro's feet, the white handkerchief was stained with ashes, and looked extremely ugly: "Since it's not a good thing, I'll buy you here What's going on in the little mansion?"

"There should be a good price."

Horikawa Kunihiro's eyes widened and his pupils shrank, he shouted in disbelief: "You will get retribution like this."

"Hahaha retribution?" Song Si seemed to have heard something funny: "I have been a curse all my life, do you think I will be afraid of retribution?"

The hoarse voice, Song Si's indifferent expression, and the darkness deep in his pupils made Horikawa Kunihiro lose his faith. He began to beg the person in front of him, and with all his strength, he crushed all his stubbornness and put it in the The feet of the person in front of him are still trampled by others.

"Please, give me a repaired talisman, I am willing to be sold by you..."

The child closed his eyes, his eyes were closed, his face was dead silent, as if he had accepted his fate, but he couldn't even say the word "Xiaoguan", as if the two words were a man-eating tiger.

"Please, please."

The child begged over and over again, if he hadn't been restrained by the dagger, he might have knelt down, just for a spell that could heal people.

Horikawa Kunihiro was used to begging, he was panting, but he used the remaining stubbornness to hold back the tears.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the reply from the person in front of him. His heart sank instantly, and he began to regret that he didn't subdue the judge in front of him with one blow just now.

He may soon be stained with ashes like the handkerchief at his feet, and will no longer be able to keep at least a basic cleanliness.

The child's annoyance and unwillingness all turned into thick black smoke, emitting black smoke like a retrograde army.

It should have escaped from Ankaku Honmaru.

"Let him go." Hearing Song Si's opening, Wuhu Tui and Xiao Ye Zuowen quickly let go of their hands, and then surrounded Song Si, one left and one right, vigilantly placing their swords in front of them.

"Within an hour, bring the person you need to heal here, for the sake of your request, I will help you once."

Song Si's words brightened Jue Chuan Kunihiro's eyes, but they disappeared quickly. He looked at Song Si suspiciously. Just now, Song Si's words were still in his ears. He hesitated for a long time, walking back and forth in front of Song Si He took a step, gritted his teeth for the last time, and ran out from the door.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor, Horikawa Kunihiro thought so.

Before half an hour arrived, Song Si saw Horikawa Kunihiro's figure at the door. The person on him had closed his eyes, his hair was scattered around his waist, and the haori behind him was almost covered with blood. submerged.

California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou Anding greeted them, but they kept Horikawa Kunihiro and Song Si at a certain distance. The two children were obviously a little nervous. Song Si stretched out his hand and patted the two of them on the shoulder: " Get out of the way."

At least until he healed the dying sword in front of him, if this Horikawa Kunihiro would take any action, he would be an idiot.

"Everyone go out." Song Si issued an order.

Juechuan Kunihiro, however, seemed to distrust Song Si, pulling on the door frame, not wanting to go out.

"If you don't believe me, take this sword and get out of my homestay."

Horikawa Kunihiro pursed his lips, and under Song Si's unfriendly eyes, he ran out in a flash as if his butt was on fire, and closed the door carefully. He had no choice but to trust this person unconditionally, because he had no Any way, Mr. Izumi Mori, can't die.

The talisman papers in his hand floated in the air one by one, emitting a faint gray color, and then surrounded Izumi Shou Anding's body.

The child's begging expression was very similar to the target of his mission at that time. He was also a half-grown child, and he begged desperately when the knife was placed on his neck.

That was Song Si's first murder target, and now thinking of the scene at that time, Song Si would feel his hands trembling.

The feeling that the body's breath was suddenly taken out was terrible. The knife broke several ribs, large and small knife wounds, and whip wounds spread all over Izumi Mori Kanesada's body.

When all the gray healing power was well integrated into Izumi Mori Kanesada's body, Song Si coughed twice, looked at his trembling hands as at that time, and sneered at the corners of his mouth.

This is retribution. Others gave their lives because of him, and one day he will also give his life for others.

Pushing open the door and going out, he saw Jue Chuan, who was isolated, pacing back and forth there. When he saw Song Si, his eyes lit up, and he ran into the B&B without saying hello.

Such impolite behavior caused other swords to complain, but Song Si shook his head.

"Yambaba Kiri Kunihiro, how many horses did you buy?"

"Sorry, we tried our best. There are only five horses, and the price is very high."

"Money is not a problem." Song Si looked at the old or young pony behind him, sighed, and stretched out his hand tentatively.

The little pony seemed to like the smell of Song Si very much. When he came to Song Si's side, he lightly licked Song Si's fingers with his tongue, and then rubbed it with the tip of his nose. Ma Ju was stunned, and the dumbfounded expression amused the five tigers on the side.

Wu Hu Tui laughed haha, Wu Hu Tui, who was born to be liked by animals, became a fan of other horses, teasing with Wu Hu Tui there, which eased the already tense atmosphere a lot .

Song Si shook his head, the feeling of dizziness is still there, he staggered a few steps, but was supported steadily by Sanriyue Zong behind him, Sanriyue was as beautiful as a crescent moon in the sky, his pupils were full of worry: "Are you all right?"

"No, it's okay, it's just that I don't feel comfortable using this thing without aura." Song Si waved Sanriyue Zongjin's hand away, but was forced by Sanriyue to support him, putting most of his strength on himself: "Hahaha, you can't enter old age early like the old man and me."

Song Si didn't force himself, he tried his best to keep his breathing steady now, in case these worrying swords circled around him again, making his head dizzy even more.

Horikawa Kunihiro who was inside the gate came out to find a well and brought a water basin. His existence seemed to be ignored by everyone in Song Si, which made Horikawa Kunihiro feel much more comfortable.

Song Si was surrounded by swords, listening to the swords nagging about his physical problems, his face was impatient, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which amazed Horikawa Kunihiro who was secretly observing.

It turns out that such a person can also laugh.

This guy has a really nice smile.

Horikawa Kunihiro was disturbed by his own thoughts. He looked in the direction of Song Si with a little bit of hope in his eyes. His judge was very cruel. He heard that he was beaten to death in prison and came to them. Honmaru's.

There was grievance in his heart, and there was a group of existences that could be suppressed with his spiritual power that was too much to squander.

Their life in Honmaru will never see sunny weather again.

There was a groaning sound from behind, and Horikawa Kunihiro pulled himself out of the bottomless dark memory, and looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada behind him.

The stubborn child in front of Song Si cried the moment he saw Izumi Mori Kanesada's opened eyes.

Tears slid down the eye sockets and dripped onto the gauze on Izumi Mori Kanesada's chest.

Izumi Mori Kanesada was stunned for a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed it firmly on Horikawa Kunihiro's head, the child lowered his head, and Izumi Mori Kanesada couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm still alive, why are you crying for me?" .”

"Do you know! You almost died, just a little bit." When Horikawa Kunihiro said this, he was a little nervous, gesticulating with his hands vigorously, and Izumi Mori Ann sighed at his bewildered look.

"Where are we now?" Izumi Mamoru felt the disappearance of his wound and the power to repair it. The smell was the same as that idiot in Honmaru, and it smelled terrible.

Horikawa Kunihiro pursed his lips, he hesitated and said nothing, all this happened so fast, Horikawa Kunihiro didn't know where to start.

"You were taken halfway by the sword, and you were forcibly suppressed by the other swords of Honmaru, which bought us time to escape, but your injury was too serious. I found a god judge who came to this era, and I ...."

Horikawa Kunihiro spoke incoherently, but Izumi Mori Kanesada could understand.

It was the god judge who helped.

"He asked what you wanted?"

"I...have nothing, and he wants nothing."

There is a soft quilt under the body, and there is just brewed tea next to it, which is surprisingly warm.

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at Horikawa Kunihiro beside him: "This is impossible..." It is possible.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the voices of California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Anding fighting together outside the door. He was familiar with the voices of California Qingguang and Yamato Anding, but the difference was that there were only crying and anger.

Izumi Mori Kanesada touched the pure white gauze on his chest: "How did you plan?"

They are here, they have nothing, all they have is anger and injustice, and they can't even survive well in this era.

"At least I've given you the information." Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada on the bed, spit out a few words, and then closed his mouth when he felt something was wrong.

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at Horikawa Kunihiro who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and looked outside, and the sunlight came in: "I..."

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