God judge, her career is paramount

Fan Ji: "The task information has been transferred to you. As for the task of Yanxiang, the world you are in charge of will be entrusted to Ying. Because this world is quite special, the sword man can bring up to three people. Try to integrate yourself into the task as much as possible. Don't play around." Walk between this shore and the other shore, be careful to be noticed by the gods."

The god judge wondered: "Didn't you say you want to see the power of God?"

Magic Ji smiled and said: "It is you who go to see him, not let him see through you. Some gods can see through people's past and future, if he knows the existence of us who travel between time and space, it will probably affect us. The development of the world line."

If the world line goes wrong, the world will collapse, and the judge's expression turned cold: "Yes, I understand."

"Finally, the same sentence, while completing the mission, ensure that history will not be changed."

Magic Ji seemed to want to say something more, but she gave up, and only patted the God Judge's shoulder lightly: "I have some karma with that world, please, please help me protect it."

After the task was handed over, there was a sudden noise from downstairs, and someone said loudly: "Master God Judge, what are you going to do!"

Fan Ji also sensed it, and said in amazement: "Number 2?"

The judge immediately rushed downstairs.

In the wide room on the first floor, Xiao Cunwu was blocked by a sword of a young age, and Fan Ji's mustache scabbard was holding the hand that No. 2 extended, and Nagasone Toru even asked sharply.

At this moment, No. 2 forgot the fear of Higakiri and Mikazuki Muneki, and focused his eyes on Xiao Cunmu at the back, saying, "I thought it was a rare item, but it turned out to be a defective product."

He glanced at Chang Zeng Ni Huche, and also recognized Chang Zeng Ni's master, and he was even more unscrupulous: "It really is the No. 4 knife. It is either a fake or a defective product, which matches her identity!"

"You are not allowed to say that about master!" Xiaocunwu suddenly pushed away the mustache in front of him, and stood up from behind the sword man. The young man's voice was clear and clear: "I may be a defective product, but I am also a treasure of Genji. The master is recognized by me, Genji. Commander! And a human like you, no matter how many Zhenwo or elder brother you get, you can't even think about getting the loyalty of Genji Chongbao!"

"Enough!" No. 2 suddenly roared, his face was visibly purple, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

The words of Wuwu easily pierced into his most painful spot. The rare knives who bear countless legends, no matter whether they are the first forged or not, no matter how much they get, no one has shown loyalty to him... It is obvious that he is the orthodox of the Shinto , obviously he is the real Onmyoji!

In a fit of rage, the magic weapon of the black fan in No. 2's hand pointed at Cunwu, spiritual power surged on the fan bone, and the light of spells flashed.

Fanji's Higakiri reacted the fastest, taking a step across to block Cunmu behind him, Nagso Nitora put his thumb on the saber and made a light sound, Mikazuki Munekin of Fanji and Ying's Yamabaki Kunihiro blocked No. 2 from left to right The paper shikigami, Tsurumaru Kuninaga took off the hand of No. 2 magic weapon with his sleeve pocket for the last time, and Jin Tong looked at No. 2 and shot people outside: "Ah, ah, sir, this kind of fright is not good It's fun."

"what happened!"

The appraiser appeared at the top of the stairs and walked quickly towards this side, Fan Ji and Ying followed closely behind her.

"Master!" Seeing the judge coming, Xiao Cunwu immediately ran out from behind Mustache and threw himself into the embrace of the judge. The judge bent down and said nervously, "What's the matter? No injury." Bar?"

No. 2 waved Tsurumaru Kuninaga away, his eyes fixed on the judge and the nothing in her arms.What he hates the most is that other people have Dingxi that he can't get. At this time, he is even more angry, his mind is irrational, and he sneers: "You want the Genji sword so much? One strike is not enough, and another strike is needed If you want it, come and beg me! This young master has forged and smashed it in the past two days, and the broken Genji sword is more than all your defective products combined!"

The judge didn't care about No. 2 at all, she picked up Chiwu and pressed his little head on her shoulder.

Seeing that she didn't resist, No. 2 was even more open-mouthed: "I'm really surprised, how did you get into Group A with your beauty? That Zhenyuan's knife is so good that it's out of your mouth, and you are willing to become Nora to assassinate... ..."

The god judge suddenly raised her hand, she was not fast, at least much slower than Chang Zeng Mi who drew her sword beside her. No. 2 also saw her actions clearly, with sarcasm in his eyes, and the black fan in his hand was about to stop her, and he mocked in his heart that women's fighting methods are nothing more than——

Snapped--! ! !

What was more brittle than the black fan magic weapon was No. 2's jawbone. He rolled to the ground clutching his chin, and the black fan was broken inch by inch, but was scraped across the face by the god judge through the black fan.

"Mmmmmmm... Ho, Ho Ho..."

The lower jaw was dislocated, the corners of the jaw were shattered, and half of the teeth were loose. He couldn't close his mouth at all, and he could only let out a hoot in fright. No. 2 looked to his paper shikigami for help, but the two shikigami were blocked by two spiritual powers and a few strikes of the sword, and they couldn't save him at all.

"I know what you want to say, 'women fight', right?" The examiner's tone was unusually calm, but her chest rose and fell slightly, showing that she was not calm inside.

"No, no, no, this is not a fight." The interrogator was still holding Xiao Cun Wu, and slowly approached No. 2, who was so frightened that he rubbed back desperately, his mouth was wide open, and blood mixed with saliva flowed onto his snow-white cheeks. On the front of the hunting clothes.

"I never hold grudges, but I suddenly remembered it just now." The interrogator recalled: "At the first meeting, you laughed at my hair, saying that my short hair is neither male nor female... Well, now I will tell you explain."

"As for me, I had short hair at the time for the convenience of playing ball." The judge squatted down in front of No. 2, and made a circle with his index finger in front of No. 2's eyes: "The ball I played was about the size of your head, and it was inflated. It is hard, and it will make a bang bang sound when it falls on the ground."

The judge stretched out his right hand and showed it in front of his eyes, his palm was still slightly red: "I am the main attacker, and just now was my full blow when I was playing. How is it, does it hurt?"

No. 2 was frightened to the extreme, avoiding the judge with his eyes. He remembered that he still had magic tools and shikigami on his body, and hurriedly touched them, but suddenly saw two figures approaching slowly from behind the judge.

——Ying's mask covered the bridge of the nose, and the only exposed eyes were indifferent; Fan Ji looked down at him, but her expression was full of interest, her lips were as red as blood; several sword men around were holding the handle of the sword with their hands, Expression or disgust or hatred or indifference...

Number 2 finally realizes that he is not in his territory, and the people around him all expect him to die immediately.

This realization shattered his last bit of self-confidence, and he fled to the outside of the castle tower, forgetting even the shikigami.Both the god judge and the sword man watched him leave, and no one stopped him

The light of the transfer array flashed, No. 2 left, and the atmosphere in the room became relaxed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Fan Ji laughed out loud, Ying also rolled her eyes with a smile, and the judge exhaled viciously—it was the first time that she had endured it this way for three years.

Enough laughing, Huan Ji said to the interrogator: "Let's not admit what happened today, just ask Mr. No. 2, how can you lose your composure?"

When she said this, Ying wanted to laugh again. It was really a difficult decision for No. 2 whether to get back the scene or save face.

There was also a smile in the eyes of the judge, she slowed down, and said to Fan Ji: "You said, 'Living in this world, some people deserve what they deserve, and some people are just blocking the way', I understand it now."

Ying Renjun couldn't help saying: "The teaching materials delivered to the door."

"Hahaha... that's not bad either." Huan Ji raised her eyebrows and said, "Then what should I do next? Like I said, just go straight to the door?"

Ying was taken aback: "No, what did you tell No. 4 sauce? And..." And there were a group of men with swords and swords present, especially his Tsurumaru, who were still winking.

Fan Ji's two strokes of Ping An Dao did not express any opinion on their master's remarks, and she was calm and calm.Zeng Nihuche, the head of the god judge, had a serious expression on his face, obviously blaming himself for the disadvantage of protecting the Lord.

Fan Ji smiled and said, "Don't worry."

The judge thought about it seriously, and his eyes turned hard: "You can't kill him directly. Even if the people behind him can't do anything to us now, they will definitely do it when someone who can replace us appears."

Huan Ji clapped her hands and said, "Not bad."

Yingfu said: "Master Fanji, you are really... Well, if you really want to kill him, you can only assassinate him. This is also difficult. Our assassination may not be better than that of Shintokiri."

The judge asked, "So what should we do?"

Huan Ji smiled casually: "Of course I found a reason that no one could refute, and killed him directly in front of the public."

Ying & God Judge: "..."

Fanji thought for a while, and added: "Oh... I always forget about the spiritual arts and technology in this era. It's even easier, and you don't even need a large audience. Find a reason and find the right time. Write down the process and kill him directly."

Not to mention the interrogator, even Ying didn't quite understand, he asked puzzledly, "The person behind No. 2...?"

Fan Ji shrugged: "So this reason must be completely impossible for the Government of Time to refute."

God examiner: "..." Listen, don't understand...

Fan Ji smiled: "It's okay if you don't understand, when the time comes, you will know."

……

Back in Honmaru, as soon as he came out of the transfer formation, Nagasone Toru was about to open his mouth to plead guilty, but was pressed down by the judge.

"Don't blame yourself, it's the best result now. The government can't do anything to me for the time being. If it's you, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you like Magic Ji kept her Mikazuki Zongjin."

Even with Fan Ji and Ying helping her to speak, she is not sure what will happen today, she can only say that now that she has made up her mind, she can no longer be timid.When the time indicated by Fan Ji arrives, she must ensure that she can swing the knife that kills people.

To appease Chang Zengni, the god judge unloaded the medicine research and walked towards the castle tower with a small tail.

Xiao Cunwu has been holding her hand tightly and refused to let go, at this moment he even raised his head and peeked at her.

The god-judgmentalist's face became hot from the shining eyes full of broken stars, so he had to stop, squatted down in front of Cun Wu, and asked, "Are you okay? You weren't scared just now, right?"

Xiao Cunwu looked away, and said a few times coyly: "I didn't scare...Master, the master is really amazing...I like the master the most!

"Well, I see, thank you Cun Wu." The judge laughed, Xiao Cun Wu had a more awkward personality than other short knives, but expressed it more directly.

"But, but I..." Xiao Cunwu slowly let go of the judge's hand, his eyes lowered: "I... I'm far from being handsome enough, far from being worthy of my master..."

The god judge was taken aback by his words. Just as he was about to comfort him, he raised his head stubbornly and said, "But I won't give up! I will become stronger! One day, I will also be able to protect the master." !"

The judge was stunned. In front of her, there were tears rolling in Cun Wu's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He said loudly: "So! Master must look at me! I am a treasure of Genji, and I will never let Master down !"

"I..." The god judge stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, but Cunwu avoided the god judge's hand and ran away without looking back.

"This child..." She stood up and watched the figure disappear into the courtyard, her heart was soft and sour.

Even if he doesn't say it, Cun Wu still cares about his own flaws.Obviously this is not his fault, but there will always be people in the world who hold on to the flaws of others, who don't have empathy and don't bother to empathize. scars.

——Please believe me, I will fix you, the judge firmly said in his heart...and let the truly guilty people pay the price!

What happened today was quickly spread from Nagzene to Hasebe, Utasen, and then throughout the entire Honmaru.

When the matter reached Tegashi, the sword men who had been fighting in full swing just now immediately dropped their wooden swords and started discussing in a hurry, with fierce words, as if rushing to No. 2 Honmaru and directly attacking each other.

Mustache and Sankai Yuezong were close, and the two old swordsmen of Pingan sat quietly aside, with the wooden sword lying flat in front of them, and did not participate in the discussion of other men with swords.

When he heard Yamato Shou'an yelling for the death of Shourou, Higakiri snorted softly, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Sanri Yuezong approached and said, "Higakiriden..."

"You want to ask me why I missed it?" Higakiri asked his question.

Sankai Yuezong was dumbfounded: "I don't think Hikakiri-den has missed."

Mustache knew what Sanriyue had guessed, his voice was soft, but the words he said had no warmth: "...At that time, I had already cut him open."

"I know how difficult an onmyoji is to deal with. It just so happens that I also have a legend about slaying demons. Onmyoji and monsters...in some ways, they look alike. So, I directly slashed at his soul."

Sanri Yuezong sighed, "...as expected."

"I am sure that he really died at a certain moment. The soul was divided by me, and the body was cut off by me..." Mustache said softly: "However, he did not die, he was pulled back by some force, Even if the soul is incomplete, his breasts are still healed, and he is still alive..."

That's why I lost my vigilance, and that's why I gave No. 2 a gap to use the word spirit... That's why Kagemaru smashed the knife.

There was a bewitching light in Hidekiri's eyes, the eyelids were closed and then opened, the eyes were still so innocent and harmless.

"Hahaha..." Mustache said with a smile, "Oh...it's really interesting. I really want to know how many pieces this kind of monster can be cut into, and how many times it can be killed. It won't be like a cat with nine pieces. life?"

Sanri Yuezong said in a deep voice: "Calm your mind, you are going to degenerate!"

Mustache cut his smile and said softly: "No."

As long as that piece of soul is still howling in his belly for a day, he can maintain a pure appearance for a day.Although it is unpalatable, the soul is a great tonic, so it is natural to taste it carefully.