Tomie Tsuji

"Do you still... have an impression of me?" In the first episode, he raised his eyes and lowered his eyes. It should be a scene where acquaintances recognize each other, but he dared not look directly at Fu Jiang, for fear of seeing something strange in her eyes, or being denied. answer.

Fu Jiang was stunned for a moment.

Yiqi Yizhen said that they met during the Warring States period...the "her" Yiqi Yizhen met at that time, if he didn't remember wrongly... then, it is very likely that she was still Wei Ming Fu Jiang .

Fortunately, Yiqi Yizhen told her at this time, and she probably didn't know her identity, otherwise she said that she was the sword Fusangshen of Immortal Zhan, and the lie called Bailei Fujiang... would definitely be exposed .

Fu Jiang carefully looked at Yiqi Yizhen's appearance again, and indeed felt a vague sense of familiarity, but more was gone.

In the first phase, he let Fu Jiang look up and down without saying a word, but when he found that Fu Jiang still didn't say anything, he knew it well-presumably, she didn't remember him anymore.

Silence usually means denial.

Yizhen smiled wryly in Yiqi: "That's right, after all, it's been so long, and I'm no longer in child form... It's only natural that you forget me."

Child form?

Fu Jiang seems to have captured some key information, but it is not enough to wake up her relevant memories-you know, she never remembers miscellaneous little things.What I have to say is that she only holds grudges but not good memories.

After patiently waiting for Fu Jiang to simply eat two or three pieces of cakes and stop, he said again: "The night is getting dark, Ji Jun... go back to sleep quickly." He didn't clean up the things on the table. It's a mess, but I plan to send her back first and then come back to clean it up.

Speechless all the way.

It wasn't until he was about to get to the room that Fu Jiang said: "The current first episode is very good." So I won't forget it this time.

In the first phase, he froze for a moment, but at this time Fu Jiang had gone away, he pursed his lips, and did not show his smile, but his pace was much lighter when he went back.

After the meeting last night, Honmaru was officially divided into two factions, one hates Tomie and thinks she is responsible for all the crimes; the other likes Tomie and thinks she is a completely innocent victim.

These two sects have nothing to do with the sword sect. Each sword sect has different views on the blade, and even the Awataguchi sword sect, which has always been the most harmonious, has faint signs of division because of this.

Although the few short swords don't think that all the faults are Fu Jiang's fault, they also think that it is inseparable from Fu Jiang. After all, the god judge is indeed because of her. It is obviously an unusual phenomenon to argue because of her, but it makes her look like a demon sword that can charm people's hearts.

However, their elder brother supported Fu Jiang's theory of innocence.

It's ridiculous enough to think that they will have a solemn discussion because of this kind of thing.If someone has the eyes to see through everything, they must also be surprised by the thick black rufu covering the main pill.

It is true that they have become what they are today, but it is not entirely their own problem... Negative emotions are contagious, and they will also lead to unimaginable major consequences.

"It shouldn't be delayed any longer...we should take immediate measures!" Atsuto Shiro is now standing in the position of the appealer, stretching his teeth and waving his claws a little fanatically on the huge stone-this stone is carrying their memories but Disliked by Fu Jiang, and finally thrown to the rockery by the god judge.

"Measures? What measures?" California Qingguang asked.

When he asked this sentence, there was absolutely no derogatory connotation, and there was no sense of irony. Although he was a neutral faction, he also felt that there was something wrong with the entire Honmaru discussing this, but he did not really intervene in the two factions. debate.

However, this question was like igniting some explosives. Hou's movements froze for a moment. He stood on it in a daze, and almost fell because he couldn't maintain his balance, but finally he stabilized his figure.

The smile on his face gradually widened. If there is a mirror in front of him now, he must be afraid of his expression at this moment.

"We have to make sure that she can no longer influence us...whether it's a general or a first-rank brother." Hou murmured in a low voice, but Qingguang, who was the closest, didn't hear it clearly, but the daggers who were a little further away seemed to understand After what he wanted to say, there was a moment of astonishment on his face, which eventually turned into hesitation and... wavering.

"Break her..."

"Break her..."

"Break her..."

The low-pitched juvenile voices came one after another, with some mature male voices from other sword sects mixed in. Everyone was murmuring the same sentence, causing the voices that should have been ignored to become as loud as a chorus.

Qingguang's pupils constricted, and he took a step back subconsciously. He turned his head to look at the other blades, but found that the expressions of all the blades became fanatical and... weird.It was almost making him ignorant of these companions who had been with him day and night for so long.

Broken knife?Can such words be easily said?What the hell happened to them?

If the knife is broken, there is nothing left, not to mention that Fu Jiang's knife is still the body, not a split spirit like them. The split spirit will not be affected by the broken body, but the body is broken... There will be no future up.

No matter how many resources are spent on forging knives, it is absolutely impossible to forge a knife that has not been registered by the government of time.

He knows how much the Sword Fusangshen of his Honmaru love their companions, and this is why Yiqi Yizhen almost smashed his sword in the battle at the beginning, and everyone was so sad... But now, they actually proposed to smash their swords on their own initiative?

He finally discovered where the sense of disobedience he had been feeling all this time came from...

California Qingguang numbly walked to the pond not far away, and after making mental preparations, he slowly lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the pond.

After all, it's just a reflection, so it's not very clear, but the blue and black right now... is real.

Everyone changes...and maybe he is no exception.

Huddled in the cracks of the rockery, looking at this terrifying scene as if a cult organization was preaching, each blade's face was full of fanaticism and tyranny, Qingguang's numbness like a walking corpse was already out of place.

And among these blades, more than half are his brothers.

Panting in a hurry, but also knowing that he tried hard to restrain himself not to make a sound, he... was indeed afraid.Fear of it all.

Why on earth did it become like this?

My brothers are no longer what they used to be. No matter whether they are short knives or first-stage brothers, everyone seems to be inseparable from Fu Jiang in every word they say.Not only their Awataguchi sword school, even other blades are no exception.

This Honmaru is like being cursed by the name 'Tomie'.

Make him...intimidated.

In the past two days, he would often wake up from his dreams, thinking that he had confused reality with dreams, and eagerly opened his eyes to prove that everything he saw was just a dream, and their Honmaru was still happy every day Xin, everyone would argue and quarrel occasionally, but they reconciled as before at mealtimes. The judge would smile and persuade them at this time, and occasionally took them to Wanwu for shopping.

Luan opened his eyes, his field of vision was dim, even if he didn't turn on the lights, he could see that the ceiling was white, and it was still only midnight when he woke up.

But he did not escape.

The devil-like whispers came from all directions, even if Luan covered his ears, he couldn't stop them completely.

This is not an illusion, but a real voice.

Luan propped up his body, raised his head slightly and looked around.

The brothers were still lying on their beds, but a few of them kept shouting "Fu Jiang, Fu Jiang" with their eyes open... Although their voices were low, they were by no means the type that would be ignored, and even Luan was a little uncertain about himself Whether it was because he wanted to escape from that horrible dream, or because he was awakened by the sound of thoughts.

The other blades were still lying peacefully on the bed as if they were not aware of it... No, maybe it was because they were whispering themselves.

He opened and closed his eyes vigorously, but the whisper still rang in his ears. He slept in the middle position, listening to the voices of his brothers from all directions, he felt surrounded by 3D surround sound.

When will this nightmare be over.

Even the gap where he fled to the rockery, there is no way to escape.

His eyes were in a daze, even after the group of them left for a long time, they didn't come back to their senses.

Whose fault is it... is there any need?This is obviously not a result that can be caused by one person, but a matter that needs to consider many factors before making a conclusion.

Is everyone in the game but can't see clearly?

Indeed, Miss Fu Jiang should be the trigger... But Miss Fu Jiang did nothing.

Whose fault is it?

Luan staggered and wanted to climb out of the gap in the rockery, but was tripped because he didn't notice for a while, and the whole person knelt on the ground with his arms propped on the ground, crying muffled under the cover of his drooping hair.

Maybe he didn't even realize that he was crying, but just stared blankly at the tears that melted into the ground one drop after another.

If he was wrong, it was his fault too.Now every blade, every time he is discussing things related to Fu Jiang, his heart is suffering, and he is suffering from guilt all the time.

If he hadn't picked up the Immortal Slash, wouldn't there be so many things?

If Rantoshiro... doesn't exist.

None of this will happen anymore.

The messy hands were clenched tighter and tighter, and he even felt the pain at the nails because his hands were too hard to sink into the mud, but he never wavered because of this, and his expression gradually changed from a cute and pitiful boy to a stern one.

"This is... chaos, why did you fall here?" He heard Tsurumaru's voice, "Ah, I haven't seen you in the past few days, did you go to Wanwu to dye your hair? What a wise decision Ah, I also feel that the recent atmosphere is a bit unacceptable, why not go out and have fun."

Dye your hair?

He tilted his head randomly, and found that his orange hair had turned black at some point.

He wiped his face with his arms indiscriminately, avoiding being seen that he had just cried, stood up and smiled and twirled around, saying, "Yeah, isn't it pretty?"

"This is really surprising. It's indeed a mess." Tsurumaru replied, not seeing his abnormality.