I love swords more than paying for mourning gods

, this movement seemed to be slowed down in Luan's eyes, he could see the slightly trembling hair of the examiner as he turned his head, as well as the tightened and stretched neck muscles, the voice of the examiner came clearly his ears.

"As for me, I try to get along with you as friends and family members. But for your body." The judge paused for a short time, but his eyes seemed to ignite flames in an instant, " Your body is a sharp weapon, a treasure, and a miracle. Whether it is you Ranto Shiro, Yamabuki Kirihiro, or California Kiyomitsu, other swords are all miracles. "A little bit of autumn light and dignity", your body is very Beauty is the beauty of metal, the inscriptions made by craftsmen and sword masters, and the beauty of blood and austerity. Balabalabala”

"Hey!" Ranto Shiro didn't know what to say, so he uttered a voice of unknown meaning in surprise. The usually taciturn interrogator seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, talking non-stop, and there were a few sentences he heard What he didn't understand sounded cadenced, but the interrogator turned around and grabbed his upper arm, and Yamabagiri Kunihiro on his leg was put aside.

This is not in line with the kind of speculation that Luan was a little scared just now, but this sudden outburst of unreasonable cards made Luan feel at a loss, and even slightly jealous, but shouldn't they be happy?Isn't such a god-inspector who doesn't care about the appearance, pays attention to the body of the sword, and can put it into action already the kind of dreamy figure?

16

"Master, you, don't you actually like us?" California Qingguang was originally quietly watching the judge give him his hands in an orderly manner, but for some reason, he stared at the serious side of the judge's face and endured Suddenly asked a question.

The action of powdering the blade by the god judge paused for a moment, and then continued smoothly. The god judge didn't raise his head, and replied, "Did something happen?"

Seeing the god judge's casual attitude, especially when his eyes never raised his head, and kept sticking to the blade of his own body, Qing Guang felt aggrieved. This attitude was exactly the same as what he said about the sword.

California Qingguang has been working hard to improve his strength since he was able to form a team. In addition to eliminating the time-traveling army's own job, Qingguang also has the selfishness of protecting the god judge. At first, he thought that the god judge could obtain the speed of the sword It will be very slow, he has enough time, but in just a few days, the god judge got almost more than half of the sword account from another god judge who has not yet completed his term, and it was empty , Cleaning felt like there was no end to the pill, and it was almost full all of a sudden.

This made California Qingguang feel uneasy, even with the addition of the five swordsmen who were brought back to Honmaru by the God-inspector, they add up to only six, and the other party is several times their size.Kiyomitsu had no choice but to speed up his improvement, and would follow him almost every day. The attendants asked Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, Yaken Toshiro, and Maeda Toshiro, and told Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro to look at the god judge, and asked the five tigers to retreat in Fujishiro. Shi Lang's family said more good things about the god judge to his brothers, and pulled out the god judge who was addicted to wiping knives to play with the little tiger.

Recalling this, Kiyomitsu felt even more aggrieved. Obviously, the other California Kiyomitsu from Honmaru in the California Kiyomitsu group were only in charge of cuteness.It's just that the grievances are grievances, Qingguang still answered the question of the god judge: "I heard other men with swords say that master, you don't like us, but you just want to have our body, so you become the god judge and our master. We're just appending!"

Blinking in doubt, the examiner finally came to his senses, and placed Qingguang's body in place. The examiner picked up a clean cotton cloth and wiped off the powder on the back of his hand, the palm of his hand, and the crevices of his fingers. He sat upright and said to Qingguang: " That's right."

No, right? ? ?

"I really love your real bodies very much. One of the reasons for becoming a god judge is because I can have these treasures during my term of office."

The master actually admitted it shamelessly!

The inquisitor still had the serious look on his face as usual when talking, he looked directly at California Qingguang and said, "But what I want to say is..."

"Click!" Suddenly there was the sound of something being trampled outside the door, followed by the dull sound of a human body falling to the ground, cries of pain in different timbres, and hearty and magical laughter and apologies.

The inquisitor who was interrupted from his important speech looked at Qingguang Qingguang, who rarely frowned on the opposite side, as if he was suffering from deep hatred, and sighed helplessly: "I'll go and open the door to have a look, and listen to what I have to say later. Come on, don't overthink it."

Without waiting for Qingguang's answer, the interrogator stood up, walked to the door of the hand-entry room, opened the door, and saw a group of men with swords and swords who had been close to him recently in a group. Why is this habit of eavesdropping everywhere Yes, and it is always in the posture of this person stacking others. I don't know if the person below is under a lot of pressure, and the person in the middle is also feeling uncomfortable.

The judge condescendingly looked down at the men with swords and swords who had been crawling on the ground for a long time because they had no tacit understanding and fell into a ball.

He handed the hand to Kunihiro Yamabushi, the tallest one who stood up in no hurry and stood up with a smile, pulled him up, and helped the men with swords who were under the pressure of the big man who might be injured to stand up.

After everyone had finished tidying up their appearances, those who adjusted their glasses, those who brushed their fur, stopped rubbing those who were in pain, and continued to click and click, the god judge said: "Come in and listen, you don't need to be here. Sneaking outside." Originally, I wanted to ignore it as usual.

The god judge turned around and entered the room first, and the Fusangshen also entered the room one by one.

Honmaru's hand-entry room is generally very large, and Tokenfusangshin who have not fully recovered at one time can rest here, which is basically comparable to the big house of Toshiro's family.

After all the fusangshen and the interrogators came in, the fusangshen felt that the usually spacious room became smaller, and the whole space seemed cramped and stuffy.

The judge returned to the posture of sitting upright before the door was opened for them. Next to his right hand was the body of California Qingguang, and Qingguang was also the closest to the judge.

"What I just wanted to say is that I don't dislike you." The men with swords who met him either had doubts on their faces of "Liar!", or surprise of "Is this true?!", or " I trust you" with certainty, and there was still a smile showing white teeth, the judge glanced at it and skipped it.

"Ran you know, I said yesterday that I regard you as friends and family members." The judge looked at Ranto Shiro, but saw that he was out of his mind after hearing the judge's words, and the judge felt Feeling helpless today a lot more than usual.The judge had no choice but to raise his voice and call Ranto Shiro's name again, only to see him come back to his senses.

The judge repeated what he had just said, saw Ranto Shiro nodded, and continued: "This is what I want to tell you too. My love for you is for an independent individual, but my love for your body It is love for what is yours.”

The sword men who always felt that something was wrong had no time to think about it, and continued to listen to the speech of the judge.

"So my feelings for you and your body are completely different, and even more incomparable. So you don't have to worry that I love your body and dislike you." The judge came to the conclusion with certainty, and then I raised my own doubts, "How can you have your own ideas? I remember only talking about similar topics with Luan."

Everyone's eyes focused on Rando Shiro, and the orange-haired Touken Fusangshen jumped a little, waved his hand and said, "I haven't mentioned this to anyone." He was dizzy after bombing all afternoon. Although he was in a delicate mood, he didn't have the idea to confide in others afterwards. His mind was full of the praiseworthy words about their bodies and the sparkling eyes of the god judge.

The interrogator who believed in chaos turned his gaze to California Qingguang and asked, "Where did Qingguang know?"

Qing Guang, who was named, replied: "I found out when I was communicating with Mr. Guang Zhong about today's business."

"Yes, master. I did talk about this matter when I was chatting with Qingguang-kun, but I heard it from Yaoken-kun." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada sat upright like a god judge, trying his best to show off when everyone looked over Show off your good appearance, as if this can erase the bad impression of being in a ball with a bunch of mourners.

"General, I found out about this matter when I chatted with Maeda and Yamabushi-kun during the expedition." Yaken Toshiro straightened his eyes again, and Maeda Toshiro, who was sitting beside him, nodded accordingly.

"I also went together." Yamabuki Kunihiro, who was sitting in the middle, said, and then pulled his cloak.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka, is it my turn?" Yamabuku Kunihiro kept grinning, "The poor monk heard him talking to himself by chance when he passed the five tiger retreats during his practice."

"I, I'm talking to the little tiger." Wuhu retorted in a low voice, a little aware that he had done a big thing by accident, and he didn't dare to speak before, until now it's his turn, "Yesterday afternoon Tsurumaru Temple accompanied me to feed the little tigers, and then told me about it. Afterwards, Tsurumaru Temple had something to do and left, and I was, I was a little sad, so, so... I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I didn't mean to blame you." The interrogator comforted Wu Hutui, whose voice was a little choked up, and softened his voice.

"Speaking of which,