[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Xiao Ye was soothed by the spiritual force, and quickly fell asleep with her brothers in her arms. If there was no external force, she might not wake up easily if the end of the world did not happen.

Under such circumstances, Edgar faced the Taidao that was faintly and blackly bubbling, held him, and made an invitation.

"..."

Tsurumaru tried hard to absorb the spiritual power when Edgar's fingertips touched him, but Edgar didn't stop him and let him move.

So soon, Tsurumaru, whose body was mostly composed of Edgar's spiritual power, quickly turned into a human form - on the table.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he took a few steps back, knowing exactly where he was, facing Edgar all the time, jumping off the table without looking back, making sure that there was an obstacle between them before taking the Unable to hide his vigilant subtle smile, he said:

"Although I am indeed a very popular knife, firstly I don't welcome fierce marriage proposals that stick people to the ground, and secondly, I don't like being dragged around in circles. If I have to, I still want to have sex with my beautiful girl who is a god judge. !"

It can be seen from his words that he really listened to the whole process just now, even the fact that the "circling" didn't actually happen, but he felt it was just a verbal conversation.

But Edgar didn't take this to heart, and just sighed: "That's really a pity. With your current appearance, I'm afraid this wish will not come true."

He raised his chin like a proud nobleman, and showed Tsurumaru his black hair, red eyes, black clothes and black pants, which represented blackening.

"..."

The smile on Tsurumaru's face froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted it back, and replied with a smile: "It makes sense, but even so, I am different from Saya, but I am a Taidao who has seen storms at level 99. There is nothing good enough that you won't easily surrender."

His tone was full of teasing, but his eyes were very sharp.I saw him put his hand on the handle of the knife, slightly out of the sheath, very alert.

Edgar just shrugged his shoulders, those were just bluffs.After all, Tsurumaru's body has gone through many battles, evacuated, and filled up. The spiritual power in his body is probably less than that of the knives in Honmaru. It can be said that it is completely controlled by him. Pulling out the knife like this is already exhausted. Gained strength.

As he strolled towards Tsurumaru, he agreed: "Yeah, you are indeed different from Xiao Ye."

This sentence made Tsurumaru very surprised. No matter how he looked at it, he liked Saya more. He could only feel that something was wrong, so Tsurumaru replied vigilantly: "It won't do any good to praise me."

"Because you are completely inferior to Xiao Ye's knife."

"..."

Should it be true?Tsurumaru, who was prepared for such an answer for the second time, thought so.

But he is still a little puzzled, it is not a mentality that only exists in a relaxed environment such as fighting for favor, but he has already learned about the experience of darkening and blackening from Jiang Xue, so it has nothing to do with their respective internal changes, a full-level rare How can the Sihua Taidao be inferior to a small short sword with low practice?

Could it be that this person is Shotacon...?

"...Compared to Xiao Ye, I like your appearance better just by looking at your face."

"Thank you for the compliment...?"

Since the first battle, he has known that the person in front of him can read mind/spiritual vision, Tsurumaru was not frightened by the abrupt answer, but he recalled his current appearance - black hair and red eyes.

ah!This person is not a shotacon, but a narcissist!

"..." ###

Although he knew that the knife was not intended to annoy him, but usually unintentional mistakes can hurt people more.

Edgar wanted to give him a transition so that his face would not show veins, but he was not prepared to pave the way so gently.

He directly opened the wound that has been hidden in Tsurumaru's heart: "So what about the full level? You are so incompetent."

"!?" This surprised Tsurumaru, "I've been terrified every day since I saw you. You used it so well a few hours ago, but now you turn your back on the knife? "

Tsurumaru's voice was slightly disordered, but he still tried to maintain a smile on his face, but this was quickly broken by Edgar's next sentence.

He went around the table, walked up to Tsurumaru, who was stiff and stiff, and whispered in his ear: "As the culprit, I can't show up when I need you, and I can't play any role. Obviously I am so guilty, I am obviously So resentful." Edgar stroked Tsurumaru's heart with his left hand, "Unfortunately, I dare not fall secretly, dare not betray, let alone kill other god judges, even seeing the bone spurs of my companions will feel guilty in my heart Shrunk into a ball and trembled."

"Why, how come~ I am the incarnation of the sword, naturally bloodthirsty and advocating killing, I am invincible and cold-hearted and cold-blooded."

"Hehehe, your heart is beating really fast. Isn't it the best proof that you just turned black?" Edgar put his hand on the back of Tsurumaru's hand holding the knife again, "Why didn't you stab my wound at that time? , but hope that I will be able to escape because of the laceration caused by the evasive action?"

"...Yin, because isn't that a matter of course? I can't beat you." The covered hand twitched slightly.

"You know you can't beat it, but you tried to surprise it so many times before. Frankly speaking, you don't want to see blood splattered, don't you?"

"...!" Tsurumaru's wavering was visible to the naked eye.

"Compared to Jiang Xue, a pacifist, you are more afraid of blood or something. Could it be that he self-harmed himself so that his body was covered in blood and gave you a psychological shadow?"

"...Hahaha, what are you talking about. You only look like a crane if you're stained with blood?"

"Is it still the crane that is covered in bright red? Besides, it is painful to be stained with the blood of all the companions caused by you?"

"..." Tsurumaru was powerless to refute.

Edgar finally came to a conclusion—"You are a blood-phobic incompetent knife."

Just as Tsurumaru was holding the sword, he quickly pulled out the scabbard and threw it aside.

Tsurumaru's right hand was pressed by Edgar on the hilt of the knife, and his left hand was held empty, unable to react to the fact that the scabbard was thrown away.

It's understandable to snatch the knife away, but the scabbard...?

Then, amidst his doubts, he felt fingers gently caressing his body... no, it was the blade.

The knife, which has been fully maintained by mental power and has killed countless enemies on the battlefield, is obviously sharp enough to easily draw a bloodstain on Edgar's fingertips.

"..."

Seeing no splattered blood seemed to have no effect, Edgar leaned his wrist against it without hesitation. With a sound of "Zi--", the blood in the artery spurted out, and a large area of ​​Tsurumaru's black clothes was wet.

Edgar laughed lightly: "The black clothes cover the red, which is far less effective than the white clothes. Could it be that this is the ultimate reason for the blackening?"

Tsurumaru's body trembled visibly immediately after the blade came into contact with the blood, and both the figure and the blade tried to dodge backwards, completely ignoring Edgar's words.

However, Edgar's main body was firmly held by Edgar, and even the shaking was pitifully small, and he couldn't control himself at all.

On the contrary, although Edgar himself did not let go of his hand, he took a step back in coordination to open a distance.

But before Tsurumaru could breathe a sigh of relief, he realized that this distance was just for the follow-up.

He was even more horrified to find that the man had alternately wrapped his right hand holding the handle of the knife with both hands, forcibly controlling the tip of the knife towards Edgar himself!

"laugh--"

It was like a piece of fine-sized cloth being cut by scissors, and the sharp katana easily pierced Edgar's chest, making a small sound, but it sounded like thunder to Tsurumaru.

"You, you... are you crazy!"

He was so nervous that he was at a loss. He had attacked this person many times but failed, but this time he used his body to... commit suicide! ?Why on earth is he doing this!Completely puzzled!Do you want the swords of this Honmaru to besiege him, but he can easily destroy himself alone...

Tsurumaru's thoughts were in turmoil, and his lifeless eyes gradually followed the "tick" sound to the ground.

It penetrated the body from the chest, dripped a little blood from the protruding knife point on the back, and pooled into a few dark dot stains on the carpet.

Similarly, the held hand was also stained with bright red that pulsated from the wrist, and finally flowed from the fingertips to the ground.

What's more, even the palms and backs of the hands that the two clasped were stained gorgeously by the blood oozing from the scratched fingertips.

White chest, white back of hand, white wrist...

Comparing with the blood color covering it, isn't it just a crane?

dazzling dazzling dazzling dazzling dazzling-

Tsurumaru's pupils shrunk to the extreme, now he only hopes to turn into a sword again immediately, close all perceptions, and then use it as this person does!

It doesn't matter whether you kill the enemy or commit suicide!

But his shaking didn't affect the person who was stabbed in the chest, and the person concerned didn't care at all, as if being strung on a knife to speak was a very common thing.

"I know, obviously, at that time, like this, it would be good to stab in with a 'puhchi—'. But you killed people in a way that didn't see blood at first, and then you only wanted to make my wound open and unable to move. Easy to escape? That’s not okay.”

Edgar shook Tsurumaru's stiff hand, as if he didn't feel pain, but just to get closer to him, he used his strength to take another step forward!

"..." Although Tsurumaru couldn't see it with the naked eye, he did feel that behind the man, that part of the body was painted with blood with his movements.

But Edgar ignored Tsurumaru's silence. Instead, he grabbed the blade with his bare hands and cut himself again, so that Tsurumaru, who was covered in blood, had to recover.

"You said yourself that it's a bloodthirsty sword. If you don't kill people with the idea of ​​seeing blood, how can you help Jiang Xuexiaoye obtain the spiritual power in the blood?" Edgar thought for a while, and added, " Even if you have this kind of thinking, you still can't beat me."

The mood was not changed by this one-liner, Tsurumaru just felt that the body full of blood was as heavy as Mount Tai. After Edgar held the blade with both hands and no longer imprisoned him, Tsurumaru immediately dropped his sword and stepped back. go.The blood-stained right hand was slightly bent and swung aside, as if maintaining the posture of holding the knife, not daring to move.

"The little trash doesn't even want the main body?" Edgar sighed softly, and drew out the Taidao directly.

This rough action caused the blood to spurt out suddenly, and even a few drops splashed onto Tsurumaru's cheek as he retreated.

"Yeah, it's a crane if its head is dyed blood like this, and maybe it's a flamingo if it's covered in red, hahahahaha."

Edgar laughed selfishly, and as his chest rose and fell, blood continued to gush out.

Tsurumaru frowned and stared at Edgar—being called trash or something...even adding the word "small" in front of it to indicate intimacy made him very unhappy, so he forced himself to look at this human being.

But the more he observed, the more his frown became tighter.

Seeing that Edgar didn't intend to open his mouth after ridiculing, and just looked at him with a vague smile, Tsurumaru finally couldn't hold back, and shouted at him: "Are you really crazy? If you continue like this, you will die." You're about to go into shock, and you don't need your ability to manipulate blood!?"

If he, a human being, dies here, he will be in big trouble!

Edgar also responded to him: "Ah, ah, you actually know my ability. If you agree, you can turn into a knife and turn off all the sensors, Mr. Peeping Tom? You've been looking at me all the time."

"Speak seriously!" There was another nickname in the words, which made Tsurumaru even more upset.

"It's serious." Edgar said as he collected all the blood on the ground, knife, and body around him into a red sphere, and spun it to drain some impurities and return it to the body.Then he threw the smooth and white sword back to Tsurumaru, "As a sword, even if you don't want it, you still like blood, right?"

Tsurumaru didn't know whether to refute, but Edgar continued his remarks: "Otherwise, when we first met, we would not have fought more and more bravely until the end, and enjoyed the feeling of being swung as a sword and kept sensing, and even more, just Dare to look directly at the blood that you are afraid of when you are lightly ridiculed."

Edgar took a step forward, got closer to Tsurumaru again, and patted the top of his head with a gentle, almost imperceptible force.

"You're just a little kid who was ridden with guilt and suddenly drenched in the blood of your companions, and was frightened silly." He finally concluded, "As a humanoid creature, there is still something to learn, Little fool."

"..." It's been so long since we've met, and it's the first time I've been treated so gently. With these words and previous actions, is this person treating his hemophobia...?Tsurumaru didn't come back to his senses for a while, his thoughts fluttered and fluttered.

He didn't jump three feet high until Edgar shook his hand at him again and said: "Are you stupid?"

"...You are enough! You have been calling me 'incompetent', 'trash', 'ass', 'fool'! I am a level 99 super-rare blackened four-flower, okay!"

"Suddenly I became proud hahahaha." Edgar laughed along with Tsurumaru's bouncing, but added deliberately, "The latter title is revenge for you calling me 'lunatic'."

"Why do you hold grudges so much, no, no! Obviously you said 'incompetence' first!"

"Can't you hear me? I'm a cute Taidao who has blocked all my senses." Edgar turned his hands away, blinking innocently.

Regarding this, Tsurumaru said in a vicious tone with insufficient energy: "...you wait for me! One day I will scare you with the largest blood lineup!"

Edgar ignored it and cured another patient. Well, although it was possible to become bloodthirsty, it was considered a success.He just waved back in response, ready to head out to the kitchen alone for some sweet treats, which was the source of his motivation after all.

But he had planned well in this way and was stopped again—every time it was related to dim sum, he would come up with such a trick... Edgar was very helpless.

The author has something to say: You can probably see from the chapter on the Holy Grail that Edgar is very skilled in self-mutilation to achieve his goals because of his supernatural powers—flesh shaking m, mind shaking s...

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