Sanriyue is also being persecuted today

When night fell, the god judge finally returned to the castle tower.As soon as he entered the door, he saw San Riyue sitting there.

Fu Sangshen's face was pale, and his lips were extremely pale. It was probably caused by excessive blood loss. The blood on his chest had almost dried up. Presumably, the wound had stopped bleeding.

But even with such a serious injury, his expression is still calm, his eyes are as eternal as a well, only the two golden crescent moons are still a little angry.

actually still alive.

The judge raised his eyebrows in surprise, he was ready to come back and see a corpse, but unexpectedly he woke up.

Should it be said that it is the sword that pays the mourning god?Even if the spirit body is carried in the flesh and blood of human beings, it also has a mind and body as strong as a sword.

He thought of the few swords he had played with, and he was also strong and patient, but those vivid appearances had completely disappeared, and only the pile of scrap iron in the ground proved their existence.

The examiner recalled the appearance of the Taidao thrown in the dark room, and there was obviously a not-so-shallow crack on it.He didn't intend to bring up Sanriyue's body knife at first, he just waited for the dead knife to be broken and threw it into the scrap iron pile. Now it seems that since there is nothing wrong, let him pick it up later.

Thinking of this, the god judge walked slowly to San Riyue's side, knelt down and held the dark red blood-stained hand, and casually poured a little spiritual power over, only to see that San Riyue's face had improved a little, and he held it. Pull away and don't continue.

Looking at Fu Sangshen in front of him, he suddenly felt a little bored.

The daggers that came to him in the past, such as Wuhutai, Sayo Zuomonji, Yaken Toshiro, etc., he would send them to practice, not for anything else, just because the strength of a few vibrations of the polarized dagger can easily crush Honmaru With a sword that is not under his control, it is a good show with fewer enemies and more enemies.

But for the second strike of the third day, he didn't have such thoughts.

The judge stretched out his hand, caressed Fu Sangshen's flawless face, and smiled softly.What use is strength to Sanriyue? It is also satisfying for him to be pleasing to the eye.

Beautiful but fragile, vulnerable.

He even thought that if those swords used Sankayue as a vent to attack him...it must be very interesting.

I didn't expect it to happen so soon.

The judge's fingers slid all the way from Sanriyue's cheek to chin, and then to the wound on his chest, his eyes darkened a little.

He saw the whole process of Tsurumaru's attack on Sankayue, and he also saw the calmness and silence of Sankayue. Maybe the knife pattern was really just a coincidence after the sword was melted and reforged, not as strange as he thought.

But... exactly what method Tsurumaru used to hurt him back then, he actually searched all the resources in the Government of Time but couldn't find it. It may involve deeper secrets, so it is unknown.

The god judge squinted his eyes, and it was getting more and more interesting... It took him a lot of effort to clean up the disobedient knives, but unfortunately a few fish escaped, otherwise, the sword that knew about it would only Tsurumaru is left.

The call was extremely short, telling them to clean up the blood stains on the floor, the judge stood up, and said in a hoarse and slow voice, "Follow me downstairs."

San Riyue also stood up as if she had heard an order, and now there was only a scabbard hanging from her waist, which was much lighter than usual, and it was difficult to adapt to it for a while.

Even so, he still put his hand near the mouth of the sheath, as if supporting his own body.

When the God Judge sent spiritual power to him just now, he had already used his own spiritual power to heal the wound to some extent - even if sufficient spiritual power could heal the wound at any time, he couldn't do so in order to cover up.

At this moment, every step San Riyue took was accompanied by a dull pain.

But this little pain is completely tolerable, it is nothing compared to what all the swords in this pill have endured.

Sanriyue looked at the back of the man walking not far ahead, and lowered her gaze.

……

The corridor of the Honmaru was made into a long and narrow shape, like an endless road.The orange light illuminates the corridor, which is obviously a warm color, but it always gives people a sense of eerie and coldness.

The inquisitor's footsteps were very slow, leaving a slight sound in this quiet night.

Sanriyue followed behind the god judge, and saw a few figures shaking their swords during the period, but when they saw the god judge from a distance, most of them pretended not to see the god judge and walked away, or stopped where they were, with depressed eyes , unspeakable emotions, someone even pulled out the body from the waist, but was firmly pressed down by the companions around him.

The judge smiled indifferently. He liked to see the calmness in the eyes of those swordsmen Fusangshen being severely shattered, and he liked the astonishment and hatred on their supposedly elegant faces.It's really interesting to watch them resist, to watch them suffer, to watch them live with hatred and not be able to change it.

In this Honmaru, he's the dictator.

The god judge looked around for a week, and found that there were not many swords and swords here, so he smiled softly at San Riyue: "That's it for today...wait here."

He looked at Fu Sangshen in front of him, fiddled with the golden tassels in his hair in a good mood, then turned and left.

San Riyue stared at the back of the God-inspector, her eyes darkened.Letting him wait here alone is undoubtedly to make him a target of public criticism.Honmaru's swords hated the god judge, but they couldn't kill him successfully, and the target was very likely to be converted into a sword controlled by him.

Those short knives have already returned from practice, and their strength is far different from ordinary swords. Now, the only knives beside the God Judge are powerless to fight back.

It's just "looks" but...

San Riyue moved her fingers, and now she only has a scabbard on her body, which is really not good.

The wind at night is very cool, and there is already a bit of chill between the breaths.

"Three months...!?"

When Jinjian came here, what he saw was Sanriyue standing under the verandah.

Li Li's face was shrouded in warm light, her slender eyelashes were almost transparent, and they trembled slightly after a long time, revealing a hint of fragility and helplessness.

Jinjian's breathing stagnated, and the soreness spread in his throat and chest. He was about to go there immediately, but was grabbed by the arm by Ishikimaru behind him.

"Wait a minute," Ishikirimaru said in a deep voice, his eyes swept across the quiet dark place, "That person may also be here."

Jinjian let go of his strength, but suddenly saw dark marks on Sanriyue's body.

Sleeve hakama corner, behind the chest.He could recognize what it was, even though it had been discolored with time.

"How could it be..." Jin Jian trembled, but in just one day, how could San Riyue become like this! ?

"Jinjian!" Ishikimaru felt that Jinjian was trying to break free from his hand, and stopped quickly.

"Let me go!" Jinjian broke away from Ishikimaru's hand and rushed towards Sankaiyue.

As soon as Sanriyue noticed the footsteps behind her, she was knocked back a few steps and leaned against the wall.

Jinjian hugged Sanriyue tightly, but suddenly remembered that he might be seriously injured, so he quickly let go of the arms around him, only grabbed his sleeves, and lowered his head, trying not to let himself make a choked sound.

He raised his head with red eyes, "What the hell is going on... who is it..."

Only Sanriyue's usual smile and peaceful eyes answered him.

Like a mindless puppet.

Jinjian rested his head in Sanriyue's arms dejectedly, who else could it be?It must be what that person did to Sanriyue...

I thought that San Riyue finally came back, and she should be safe for a while no matter what, but I didn't expect that person to be more cruel than before.

Imai closed his eyes, and the knife edge he saw just now flashed in his mind. At that position... Mikazuki will die...

Honmaru has too many swords and swords Fusangshen suffered from that person's torture, and his body was covered with bruises. He has seen many swords and would rather cut himself off than be insulted by him, just like the crescent moon before... He couldn't bear it in the end.

After coming to this Honmaru, he also heard that the "Great Cleansing" happened, and countless swords were broken, almost none of them survived.However, there were still those who survived the incident by chance, and Ishikirimaru was one of them.

And it has been several years now, the cherry blossoms in Honmaru have bloomed again and again, and the colleagues have changed batch after batch, he even feels that he has become numb.

Will there be a day...they can be free?Although there is hope only by living, he has already discovered that this is just their self-deception.

The light in everyone's eyes is gone.

Footsteps sounded next to his ears, and before Jinjian raised his head, he was dragged to his side by Shikimaru.

The God Judge appeared in front of them, and the red pattern on the raccoon mask was particularly vivid under the light.

Ishikimaru slightly lowered his head towards the man, "Master."

The judge ignored them and slightly raised a clenched hand.

Sanriyue understood what he meant, cupped her hands and placed them below.

The five fingers of the god judge slowly opened, and a few crystal clear things fell into the palm of his hand.

This is……

The crescent moon under the deep blue eyes of Sanriyue swayed slightly, blending with the warm light, intoxicating and charming.

The god judge gently closed Sanriyue's five fingers, and patted them soothingly, "Put it away." Afterwards, he picked up Imaki's immature face, and seeing his wet red eyes, he couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you happy to meet Sanriyue?"

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Shiqiemaru looked at the judge in front of him calmly, extremely vigilant.

Imaken didn't say a word, staring straight into the eyes behind the mask.

The god judge let go of his hand, turned around boringly, and called out to San Riyue:

"Let's go."

……

In the most remote Japanese room in Honmaru, the Tokens gather together.

"Qing Guang..." Yamato Shou'an's eyes seemed to be on fire, and the usual coldness no longer existed, leaving only the tears that melted after the anger.

California Qingguang's face was pale, and his jewel-like eyes dimmed at this moment, "It's nothing, it's just a small injury."

Yamato Shou'an only had eyes on those bloody hands, and the blood slipped down his fingertips, almost unstoppable.

He gritted his teeth, cleaned the wound for California Qingguang, and put on a bandage, "I really want to tear him into pieces..."

California Qingguang hissed in pain, and then hooked the corners of his mouth, "What are these, compared to the original 'cleaning'... You should be glad you came after that."

He said as if he was having fun in bitterness: "Besides, didn't you suffer more than me last time? You still have to fight tomorrow, so remember to rest early."

Yamato Shou Anding tied the last knot, "You shouldn't have said that."

"Shouldn't you intercede for me? Maybe...it's a pity for the newly bought nail polish." California Qingguang looked at the hands that were packed into rice dumplings, and his eyes gradually became empty.

Over the years, Yamato Shou Anding, who came to Honmaru, did not last six months with a single shake. He was stubborn and stubborn. Unfortunately, his wish to pray for An Ding not to come to this Honmaru was always in vain, and he could only watch him leave again and again.

Hearing the word "Great Cleansing" again, Yamato Shou'an couldn't hold back after all, "What exactly is 'Great Cleansing'?"

"Clean up all Honmaru's swords, leaving nothing behind." Ishikirimaru pushed open the door, and walked in with Honmaru.

"Don't leave a shock..." Yamato Shou'an repeated this sentence, "How did you know that?"

Hearing this, all the blades held their breaths and waited for the next story.

"At that time, we happened to be not in Honmaru." Jiro Tachi's golden pupils flashed with determination, "Yuanzheng happened to be in trouble, and I didn't expect that Honmaru was the bigger trouble."

"He's really good at hiding, and we haven't found any clues for two full years." Ishikirimaru said, "Until one day, Hachisuka disappeared."

"The Hachisuka of Huche's family... used to be that person's original knife." California Qingguang slowly recalled the past buried in the deepest place, "It was about a year, and suddenly one day it disappeared. The person said We didn't doubt that He Shi was seriously injured by Broken Knife in order to protect him when he went out."

"He acted very well, and even locked himself in the castle tower for several days, and we even made cakes to comfort him." California Qingguang's voice was light and ethereal, making people hairy in the dark.

"It was only later that we found out that Hachisuka Kotoru jumped to understand the sword pool."

"In the beginning, he wasn't that blatant, and we were just skeptical."

"We also thought about killing him, even if everyone dies together, it doesn't matter. It's just... if you have a killing intent, you will be backlashed by the 'curse' on him before you get close. There are about a dozen vibrating knives that are broken like that. dropped."

"Suddenly one day, Crane Maruden discovered a way to injure the God Judge without being backlashed."

"However, we still can't kill him, but that's enough. As long as he cuts off his limbs and controls him, we can still live."

"But I don't know who leaked the news about this matter. Tsurumaru Temple was discovered before the action."

That is to say, from that day on, the peace on the surface of Honmaru was completely torn apart, revealing its original ferocious face.

California Kiyomitsu sighed, and didn't want to say any more, Ishikimaru continued: "We didn't know until then that several of Honmaru's daggers had been controlled by him."

"The knives controlled by him are the same as usual. We took a lot of effort to find them one by one, but it was useless at that time... Tsurumaru Temple was afraid that we would be implicated, so he didn't tell us the method."

"Who knew, that person actually cleaned up Honmaru's sword completely."

"Since then, he has completely split Honmaru up and down without restraint. To torture us for fun."

"The Crane Maru Palace is gone, we continued to look for a solution, but found nothing."

"There are actually quite a few swords who survived the 'Great Purge', but we are the only ones who have persisted until now..." Qingguang Qingguang said softly, "Jiroden, Ishikimaruden, Ran, and me."

Hearing his name, Ranto Shiro, who was curled up in the corner, raised his eyes, and buried his face between his arms again.

"So, we have to...be patient, one day..." California Qingguang blinked, unable to speak any more.

"Okay, it's already this time, everyone go back and rest." Jiro said.

After the blades dispersed, Shikieraru saw that Jinjian had been silent since he came back, so he couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder.

Jinjian fell into a mystery and couldn't extricate himself. That person would never directly injure Fu Sangshen with a knife, and the ones following him were all short knives, the length of which would not cause penetrating damage to Sanriyue. What happened...

……

The god-inspector who returned to the castle tower was about to rest. Just as he took off his coat, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and said, "I suddenly remembered... Your body knife is still under it?"

His eyes fell on the scabbard at Sanriyue's waist, and there was indeed something missing.

"Almost forgot..." He pressed the switch of the shrine, and pushed open the door of the secret passage again, "Take it back."

When Sanriyue was about to walk in, he suddenly said, "Wait."

The god judge took the Taidao from the display shelf, tapped it lightly, and the blade made intermittent whines.

"Tell Tsurumaru that my patience is running out."

He threw the dagger in his hand that was on the verge of shattering towards Sankaiyue, "I'll give you one night to deal with it."

He turned his back, took off the mask on his face, and put it on the table.

The dagger guarding the corner raised his hand to turn off the light of the castle tower, and the whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The judge turned around, his eyes seemed to have a glint of light, "Remember to bring the fragments up."

Sanriyue's expression was peaceful and submissive, "Yes, master."

"This way... there will be another good show..."

Sighs sounded in the dark night, and there was only a faint moonlight outside the window that lingered for a long time.

The author has something to say: make up the word count of the previous chapter hhh

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