Sanriyue is also being persecuted today

"Absolutely not!!!" Jinjian yelled in a low voice, fisting his fists and hammering on the table.

There was a muffled sound, and the room was suddenly silent.

All the eyes of Fu Sangshen turned to Jin Jian, but he saw his head hanging down, his body trembling slightly, as if he was about to lose his breath.

After a long time, Jinjian raised his face, his eyes were slightly red, "If I hadn't insisted on bringing Sanriyue back, he wouldn't have been taken away by that person. So, so..."

He trembled, "If Sanriyue really becomes like that, before then, I will personally...kill him..."

……

After leaving the Dahiro room, the god judge took Sanriyue back to the castle tower, read a few documents with half a cup of tea, and then left the room again.

At this time, only Sanriyue was left in the castle tower.

Not only that, but there are no polarized short knives hidden in the dark.

Sanriyue closed her eyes and sat quietly, like a lifeless and exquisite work of art.

After confirming that there was no sound around the castle tower, he opened his eyes.

Looking at every part of the castle tower, the decoration of this room is the same as the decoration of Dahiro room. From this, it can be seen that the examiner is a person who loves to enjoy himself.

In other words, he sees the abuse of the sword as a way to have fun.

Sanriyue stood up and walked slowly to the table.

The documents on the desktop were all notices issued by the Government of Time, and they were placed there brightly. He picked up one of them, and on it was only the code name used by the inquisitor for signature.

Sanriyue put the document back to its original place. The code name is a kind of protection for the god-inspector. If the real name is revealed, it may be concealed by the gods-knowing the name of the god-inspector and letting him disappear from the gods, this is a good thing for the sword. Said to be the least expensive way.

It seems that this person is very cautious while having fun, otherwise he would have been reduced to the end of being hidden by the gods.

Behind the desk was a display shelf, covered from head to toe to make it airtight.

Sanriyue lifted the curtain of the display shelf, and suddenly found a Yishin Taidao on the top of the display shelf.

Without the scabbard, a large number of cracks had already opened up on the blade, and the spiritual power emitted was extremely weak, reaching the point where it was on the verge of being broken.

... Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

San Riyue thought carefully about every sword strike she saw in Daguangjian, and she was quite sure that there was no such white figure.

Since Tsurumaru's body is here, where is the spirit body of Fusangshen...?

Sanriyue stretched out her fingertips and injected a bit of spiritual power into it.A faint light flashed, and the fatal crack retreated a little, and the change was hard to see with the naked eye.

After staring at Taidao for a while, San Riyue re-covered the curtain of the display shelf.

He can't make it too obvious, he can only maintain the integrity of Tsurumaru's body.

Sanriyue continued to walk around the room. There were a large number of obscure books in the bookcase embedded in the wall. The drawers and boxes were all locked, and there was an eye-catching and exquisite shrine.

Things that could threaten or be related to the life of the god judge are usually hidden in the castle tower, or are brought by the god judge on their own initiative.

San Riyue opened the unlocked bookcase, flipped through a few books at random, and found that they were all books related to various theories, so she put them back.

Turning his head inadvertently, he noticed that there was a protruding piece of a book, and it seemed that there was a notebook in the middle. Looking inside from the gap, there were densely packed words written on the paper.

San Riyue pulled out the book, opened it a little, and the book inside fell to her feet with a soft sound.

Before he could bend down to pick it up, he heard a man's hoarse voice suddenly behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Sanriyue's eyes darkened, but he didn't hear the door opening.

Unexpectedly, there are other roads leading to the outside world in the castle tower...

Sanriyue turned around calmly, kicked the book that had just fallen into the gap between the sofa bases with a movement of her feet.

He gave his usual smile and offered no explanation.

"Owner."

The judge stood not far away, looking at Fu Sangshen who was holding a book in the room.

Token Fusangshin whose consciousness has been wiped out usually still retains their own characteristics, without the master's order, they will indeed do things according to their own habits.

Just like Zhen Sanriyue before, he usually drank tea and read books, it was no different.

No... There are also differences between the two, for example, this vibration is particularly obedient.

Thinking of this, the corners of the lips under the god-inspector's mask slightly curled up, and he walked straight to Fu Sangshen in front of him.

The belt is loose, the gorgeous hunting clothes are off, and the golden tassel around the neck rises and falls with breathing.

"It's so beautiful..."

The appraiser praised, picked up a strand of hair on the side of Sanriyue's ear, and looked down. Fu Sangshen's expression was still peaceful, and the two new moons seemed to have settled in a lake, without the slightest sign of struggle.

Although he was almost tired of playing with the previous three-day moon, compared with the previous hatred and patience, this cooperative attitude of the three-day moon made him more interested.

The god judge turned Sanriyue over and stopped suddenly.

In the middle of Fu Sangshen's shoulder blade, the round knife pattern that has blurred most of it is eye-catching and dazzling.

The judge narrowed his eyes and pressed the skin hard.

how could be?

Not to mention that even if it is the same knife, the knife pattern will basically not appear in the same place on Fu Sangshen's body.The knife pattern of the new knife is always complete, but the knife pattern on San Riyue's body is...

It is exactly the same as the previous Na Zhensan Riyue.

The judge let go of his hand, straightened up again, and lowered his head to look at Fu Sangshen below him.

Is it because of that fragment?

The fragments fused with this Zhensan Riyue did carry the knife pattern of the previous Zhensan Riyue.

He has never seen a precedent before, maybe... this three-day moon also has the consciousness of the previous three-day moon?

The judge frowned, looking at Sanriyue as if he was looking at an object, with speculation and doubt.A knife that is too smart, although more interesting than others, also means trouble.

He's not a troublemaker.

"stand up."

Hearing the commanding tone of the God Judge, Sanriyue sat up, raised her hands to gather up her clothes, and tied her belt back unhurriedly.

...Maybe just meeting him looking for the bookcase has already made the other party suspicious?But there may be other reasons.

Sanriyue sat quietly, waiting for the other party to speak again.

And the judge just leaned against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, Ji Zhen Jishou came in one by one from the secret door where the God-inspector had just appeared, and Xiao Ye, the leader, held a tray in his hand.

Sanriyue glanced over, and there were a lot of sword fragments inside.

"Master." Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen walked over, bowing his head respectfully.

The god judge reached into it, picked up some fragments, and threw them down.

The sound of metal colliding was crisp, like a clanging of pain.

Wu Hutui also came over, looking as cute as a doll, "Master, I'll throw them down."

The god judge stroked Wu Hutui's head, and handed the plate to Sanriyue.

"Throw this garbage inside."

San Riyue took the tray, but didn't know where the "innermost" referred to, so she stood there.

According to what the five tigers said just now, broken knives should be a common thing for this Honmaru.

The judge got up, walked to the side of the shrine, and pushed it down completely. Then, he easily pushed the heavy bookcase away, revealing a dark passage with no end in sight.

Sankaiyue understood clearly, but she didn't expect that under the castle tower... no, it should be under the entire Honmaru, and there is a specially reserved space.

As for what it is used for, he can probably guess a thing or two.

Walking down the dark passage, the lights inside are sparse and cold, which dazzles people miserably, and the cold moisture condenses into water droplets on the wall, sliding down like tears.

The pungent smell of rust in the air merged with the moldy moss.

The secret passage is winding, narrow and long, and many locked iron gates can be seen around each intersection.

When passing through a huge space, Sanriyue saw a mountain of sword fragments.

With blood, bruises, and exhausted spiritual power, they gathered here like scrap iron.

Sanriyue didn't stop, and walked straight towards the innermost part.

At the end of the dark room, a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

It turned out to be here...

The other party's snow-white feathers had long been stained with blood, and the dark color on the ground was the blood that had dried up long ago. The iron chain penetrated his collarbone and shoulder blades, and was tightly wrapped around the shelf nailed to the wall.

Mikazuki walked towards Tsurumaru, the sound of slight footsteps was very clear in the quiet dark room.

The white-haired Fu Sangshen opened his eyes, the golden pupils exuded a strange light, like a beast dormant in the dark, with cold scrutiny in his eyes.

When he saw that the person in front of him was Sanriyue, his tense expression eased a little, and his frown loosened a bit.

Mikazuki stood still in front of Tsurumaru, and there was nothing on the other side's waist, the Shintachi of the castle tower should be his body.

"Sankaiyue..." Tsurumaru's voice was hoarse, like gravel grinding.

His gaze stayed on the tray in Sanriyue's hand, "Ah, did you send it down again... Who is it this time...?"

Then he said indifferently: "No matter who it is... there will always be another one who will replace him."

Sanriyue noticed that the place where Tsurumaru was pierced by the chain oozes dark blood again, and the wound has merged with the color of the iron chain.I don't know how long he has been here...

Tsurumaru coughed lowly, and seemed to be struggling even to raise his head, "Okay, I'll tell you... how to deal with that scum."

He coughed up some blood foam, and the tremors caused by the cough drove the chains to touch each other, making a crisp sound.

"Come closer, those short knives should be eavesdropping not far away..."

Tsurumaru casually glanced to the side, then turned to stare at the slender figure in front of him, the brilliance in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

San Riyue took a few more steps forward until she was only one step away from him.

The pain swept through the whole body in an instant, without any symptoms.

Mikazuki's movements froze, and he found that his body was taken away by Tsurumaru at some point and held in his hand.

The Taidao pierced through his chest, blood slid along the blade, criss-crossed between the pale fingers holding the handle tightly, and dripped immediately.

"Hey... are you in such a hurry to claim credit for your 'master'?"

Crescent Moon raised her eyes in surprise, and saw Tsurumaru's crazy smile as if she had succeeded.

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