I'm afraid it's not a fake hero

Jie Luo got up, the originally neat and elegant hunting clothes were already covered with dust and blood stains, but she, who always cared about her image, could no longer care about these trivial matters at this moment.

——The magic power is slightly overdrawn.

She lowered her eyes, the black clothes on the ground were mournful, and she was sleeping in the dilapidated ruins. Her white hair, which should have been soft and fluffy, was dimly covered with dust, drooping messily on both sides of her cheeks, and lost what she should have. luster.

"Tsurumaru... Kuninaga."

Her thin lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a low voice.

These tiny gods born from the sword, Jieluo thought that she would never see her again, but she never expected that in this unknown gap of time and space, they would meet again in such a situation and in such an opposite relationship.

Even though this crane pill has fallen in the dark.

Although this crane pill is not her crane pill.

The smoke clothes and radishes are the last one who judges the gods to cut off the evil of backtracking, listen to the language of all things, and discern the body of the gods.

——It is also the guardian of human history

——The last savior.

The origin of the matter came from an unknown time and space.A group of monsters who call themselves the Time Backward Army gathered together, shuttled in the long river of time, tampered with the nodes of history, and tried in vain to realize the ambition of destroying human beings.

Knowing that the world is in danger, Shinto established the Government of Time to fight against the retrograde demons and guard history, trying to fight against it.

The priests prayed to the gods of Gaotianyuan for blessing and protection, but the only one who responded was the sword Fusangshin, the last of the 800 million gods.

Although the gods are invisible, the sword has form.

Swords that left countless legends in the long river of time appeared in response to prayers.

——Slaying is for protection, so let's fight with our sharp blades.

Said the last god whose original form was a sword.

Then he threw himself into the smoke and flames of war, and under the research of the government, separated one after another avatars and avatars.

The profession of God Judge was also born with it.

In the 500-year tug-of-war, the Government of Time was losing ground.

The war was defeated and people's hearts were scattered. Countless priests and judges left Honmaru and defected.

But even so, it did not escape the crazy revenge of the Time Tracing Army.

Numerous historical nodes have been tampered with.Countless human beings have disappeared inexplicably in this world.

——The wife and children are separated, the family is destroyed

With the despair of people's hearts, countless monsters were born, and the world became a terrible purgatory for a while.

Just at this moment when the divine way is withering and the end of mankind is coming.

The lingering government of time has finally found a savior with the most powerful spiritual blood in this world.

After the best judge of the gods.

——Its name is Yanyi Jieluo.

— is the last redemption of this world.

And those gods who were sleeping in the dark corner were finally summoned to wake up.

Follow the savior who guards the history of mankind, and rush to the battlefield again.

Jie Luo looked at Fu Sangshen's sleeping face, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a beautiful sword with a handsome face. When the blood-colored pupils were hidden behind the eyelids, this well-behaved and deceptive face could not be seen at all. A hint of the killing madness of his waking hours.

But this appearance is false after all.

The scarlet lines spread from the cheeks to the neck, until they disappeared into the collar.

It was a curse, a slayer's curse.

It is also a brand, showing the shameful mark of infidelity with the sword.

Jie Luo sat on the ground, completely ignoring the dusty dust on the ground, she just felt very tired, and the overdraft of magic power made her feel a lingering sense of burnout from her heart to her fingertips.

She tilted her head, narrowed her eyebrows and eyes slightly, and stared blankly at Fu Sangshen beside her.

It seems that it is difficult to coincide with the white crane in memory.

——What exactly is Tsurumaru Kuninaga's Yishendao?

Born in the Heian period, the sword, Gojo Kuninaga's masterpiece, passed through the hands of countless celebrities. Even if it is used as a sacrificial object, it can attract grave robbers to covet the treasured sword.

——And what kind of fusangshin is Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

Optimistic, cheerful, and full of energy, he is the first and eternal boy who rushes to the front line of mischief.

Baihe, who loves pranks, can stay up all night in order to play tricks on the Santiao family next door, just to dig a trap hole on the way he must pass.

Although it was himself who fell into disgrace in the end.

In order to play tricks on Awataguchi's short knife, he was able to lurk for a week, just to find a suitable time to hide the little tiger who had retired from the five tigers in the washing machine.

As a result, he was locked inside, spinning wildly with the bubble.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, the most troublesome brat in Honmaru.

——He is also a boy who can make Yuluo feel soft when he thinks about it.

When spring comes, the best cherry blossom will be secretly placed on the table in her room.

#Although, Jieluo is allergic to pollen =_=#

In the late summer nights, hundreds of fireflies will be caught, and she will be given a dreamy firefly feast.

#Then stuff them all into her quilt, the nickname is that the dark fireflies in the quilt are the best to see =_=#

In the cool breeze of late autumn, he would take her, who was physically and mentally exhausted from the battlefield, to hide in the depths of the maple forest, watching the morning glow and the red maple shine together.

#Then in the sudden rainstorm, hold her above the head to keep out the rain=_=#

On the first snow in winter, he happily dug her out of the bed, just to wait with her for the most beautiful first snow.

#Then smash her to pieces with snow, freeze her whole body into a popsicle, and have a high fever for two days=__=#

In Jieluo's memory, all the colorful pictures are accompanied by white cranes, happy, sad, happy, desperate, and even farewell...

The last god judge, the last savior, also failed to save any battle situation.

In a series of disastrous battles, human beings were finally pushed into desperation.

The last chance to save the world is the living sacrifice of the gods.

Use the godheads of countless last-ranked mourning gods to build a high-ranking warrior.

When Jieluo recalled that memory again, it seemed like a lifetime away.

In his memory, Fu Sangshen, who was dressed in white, waved his hands with his back to her. His slender robe was like a fluttering crane's wings.

——Pure white, free from dust.

"Well~ just thinking about it, I will never see the funny face of the main hall when it is extremely frightened, even I feel a little sad."

"However, this is not the end. From now on, my body and mind can finally "accompany" you forever."

"I wish—Wu luck is prosperous! My..."

The moment the formation was activated, the radiance burst forth, and the white Fu Sangshen turned around. There was neither joy nor sorrow in the golden pupils, but the figure of the girl was imprinted all over.

Use your last strength to keep the most important person in your eyes and engrave it in your heart.

"...Your Highness."

In the next second, the slender figure disintegrated into countless streamers and flew into the air, flying like the fireflies that were secretly put into her palm that night.

"Look, I've given you my light. From now on, your Highness's path will be illuminated by cranes!"

That night, the white Fu Sangshen lowered his head and rubbed his chin against the top of the girl's hair. When the girl raised her head, the first thing she saw was the soft golden pupils.

At that time, Jie Luo was sitting in the ruins, staring blankly at the sleeping Fu Sangshen, no one knew what she was thinking, maybe she was just in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally moved.

She stretched out her hand, trembling, and stroked the familiar face little by little.

however.

"Despicable human, let go of Tsurumaru Temple!"

Before the words fell, Han Mang arrived first!