save the judge

The frenzied torrential rain hit them, Fu Sangshen's long silver hair fell into the mud, and was quickly mixed up by the dirty muddy water. It was tangled together with the black hair of humans, but none of them had time to go Pay attention to small details like this.

Higakiri didn't pay attention at all, but Jinguji Izumi didn't have the energy to pay attention.

He was embraced by Fu Sangshen, who had lost his mind, with the force that mustache was trying to squeeze him into his body, the feathers with black background and white crane patterns were lifted up, and Fu Sangshen was wearing gloves His hands flexibly reached into the hem, and the belt was quickly loosened. The already loose kimono absorbed the rainwater and stuck tightly to Jinguji Izumi's body, outlining the smooth curve of the human back and the sunken waist.

"Higakiri..."

Jingongjiquan frowned slightly, Fu Sangshen's strength was unbelievable, one hand easily restrained his both hands, he could only call the other person's name instinctively.

The hot kiss slid all the way down the lips to the collarbone, mustache cut eyes narrowed, and Fu Sangshen, who was caught in the chaos, looked almost monstrous at the moment, with scarlet irises, pale and thin cheeks, and thin lips like roses in full bloom He was lying on his back on the dirty ground, his eyes half-closed by the torrential rain, and looked like a handful of fragile and pale snow, but Jingujiquan, who was tightly held in his arms, didn't think so.

Dangerous, sharp, fierce, bloody.

With a beautiful face, Fu Sangshen's temperament is crazier than the most ferocious thugs. He embraces the treasure in his arms, clamoring in his heart to hide him in a place where no one can see him, and let him belong to him—and only belong to myself.

Even if it is death, you must let him only belong to you.

There is a storm rolling in the sea of ​​consciousness that is not at all calmer than the outside world. Hikakiri bit Jinguji Izumi's lips, and pushed the tip of his tongue in again, turning this slightly cold and violent lip contact into an extremely sexual/tensile scene. kiss.

Jinguji Izumi's hand, which was originally supporting his mustache on his chest, softened, and the tingling sensation spread all over his body like an electric current. He subconsciously bent his calf, and the rough cloth rubbed against his smooth skin. A short whimper came out of his throat. Come, and immediately get blocked again.

The thunder was rolling in the sky, and the white rain was flooding, blurring the tightly entangled couple of figures on the ground to dim. The next second, Fu Sangshen, who was indulging in lust/desire, lifted his eyes, and a brutal murderous intent burst from his pupils. Shot out, stabbing sharply into the distance.

What is faster than sight is the fighting instinct. The blood-stained and rain-washed Taidao was picked up by the master and thrown out like a cannon, drawing a short whirlwind in the rain.

"Ding--"

The sound of the two swords colliding was short and piercing, and the swiftly shot Taidao was deflected by two inches, and plunged hard into the mud beside it, sinking most of the blade on the ground.

The sudden change made Higakiri recover a little bit of his sanity, his scarlet eyes slowly returned to the previous light color, and the ferocity remaining in the corners of the eyes and brows increased instead of diminishing.

He lifted the person on him with one hand, calmly pulled Jingujiquan's half-open clothes, and kissed the red lips that were ravaged/ravaged again without any concealment, before raising his eyes to look at the person .

The man was wearing a pitch-black mask, and the eyes were painted with a narrow and long gap like a drama. They were pulled all the way to the edge of the mask, and they were obviously raised upwards, drawing a very kind and exaggerated pair of smiling eyes, lips On the other hand, there are two pairs of ferocious fangs, staggered up and down, and the whole mask presents a creepy smiling face like schizophrenia.

Mustache looked up and down the mask with smiling eyes and fangs, and then at the man's naked political uniform and the knife just out of the sheath in his hand. He tilted his head and pulled out a mocking sneer: "Are you Do you think I'm blind or retarded?"

Jingongjiquan closed his clothes casually, and turned his head to look at the person.

The eyesight of ordinary humans is not as good as that of Fu Sangshen. Through such a heavy rain, he couldn't see the clothes of the person opposite him clearly, but a cold intuition hit him.

He couldn't even see what the man was wearing, but when the man turned his face slightly to look over, he seemed to see everything on the mask through the pouring rain and deafening thunder. detail.

The appearance of that mask clearly emerged in his mind, as if it had always been kept deep in his memory.

Dark background, kind and cold smiling eyes, interlaced fangs.

A huge thunder exploded in the sky again, the roar was so loud that Jingujiquan's ears were filled with buzzing noises, lightning struck and flowed, and the snowy light illuminated the gloomy sky, that distorted and kind smiling face seemed to really smile As if at once.

Jingujiquan stared at the smiling face with fangs mask for a while, then suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

Hidekiri lowered his head to look at him suspiciously, and fixed his eyes on Jinguji Izumi's hands holding him. The knuckles of those slender hands were bluish white, not only cold, but also trembling slightly.

fear.

Scared.

pain.

anger.

Jingujiquan didn't know what was wrong with him, he looked at his hands blankly, as if he had just realized that he was shaking.

A tremor of fear, a tremor of anger.

"I... this is?"

Jingujiquan muttered blankly to himself.

He subconsciously reached out his other hand to grab the wrist, but it was useless.

He was shaking all over, as if looking at the mask again would cause a nervous breakdown.

Mustache pressed him into his arms, and when he raised his head to look at the person opposite, his expression was gone, and the murderous intent around him was so full that he could concretely stab the other person back and forth into a sieve.

"...The reason for your coming." Fu Sangshen's voice was half a degree lower, hoarse and rough, cooler than the rain.

The other party didn't speak, as if he didn't even hear his voice at all.

But mustache knew he heard it, and just didn't bother to answer his question.

Fu Sangshen opened his hand, and the Taidao inserted into the ground responded to the call of the god, soared into the sky, and returned to the palm of Higakiri's hand with the wind and rain.

"Your intention."

He asked again, pointing the tip of the sharp knife at the throat of the mask with smiling eyes and fangs.

"Why should I answer a question about a poor copy?" The man moved his wrist lazily, turning a blind eye to the point of the knife pointing at his throat, and asked innocently.

Hearing this voice, Jingujiquan's pupils dilated slightly.

"If you don't answer now, then wait until I cut your throat, and then find the answer yourself." Higiri was not angry at his evaluation, and pushed Jingujiquan back behind him in a gesture.

"Wait—" The black-haired human wiped off the rain on his face, and the physiological trembling weakened a lot. Jingujiquan held the cuff of mustache with one hand, and turned to look at that person.

That dark mask of smiling eyes and fangs.

Jingujiquan couldn't see his expression through the mask, but he could feel that there must be a smiling face under the mask.

—casually, sincerely, with a smiling face.

Maybe he still has his familiar eyes and appearance.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Jingujiquan asked in a low voice, and after a pause, he pronounced the name.

"...Shiraishi."

The person behind the mask with smiling eyes and fangs let out a long "Huh?", and then sighed boredly: "I just said that this kind of mask is useless at all, it's better to wrap it in a big cloak or something... ..."

He said such words, but he didn't take off the mask after all.

"Long time no see, Quan."

The titular elder raised his hand to Jingujiquan with ease and said hello.

Jingujiquan pursed his lips tightly, the rain took away the heat from his body, and another emotion made his heart sink continuously.

"Did you meet someone you shouldn't see?"

Bai Shi casually inserted the knife into the ground, leaning on the knife with one hand and asked.

Jingong Siquan lowered his eyes and smiled sarcastically after a while: "I don't know, there are people I shouldn't see."

Shiraishi added good-naturedly, "Like some people—or things—who deserved to die long ago but didn't die?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes turned on Higakiri, and Fu Sangshen, who was keenly aware, looked back coldly.

"Then, who is it that you define as someone who should die?" Jingujiquan asked word by word.

Baishi raised his face and let out a long breath: "Okay, it seems that you don't want to talk about it. In fact, if you are not so curious, maybe we can still be like before. I will be your good elder, and occasionally talk to you. You tell the story of your mother . . . it's a pity you've made everything—"

He raised one hand, spread it out, and clenched it again, making a movement of crushing something: "——It's a mess."

"You should be good, sometimes it's not a bad thing to be concealed." He finally concluded.

Shiraishi's voice obviously faded at the end, and Jingujiquan saw his hand holding the knife begin to exert strength, and the muscles in his arm slowly swelled.

"...So what is it that I can't know?" Jingujiquan looked at him, and suddenly changed the subject, "Have I seen this mask before?"

His sudden question interrupted Shiraishi's movements, his eyes hidden behind the mask blinked twice, as if he didn't know how to answer: "Um..."

Shiraishi's pause verified Jingujiquan's guess, and his tone became affirmative: "I have seen it."

Bai Shi was not so sure: "Have you seen it?"

His eyes turned twice on Jingujiquan's face with some hesitation: "Okay, I probably know...so children's curiosity is really everywhere. See you, anyway, you will soon I won't go out and talk nonsense—for the sake of seniors, do you have anything else to say?"

Jinguji Izumi and Higakiri stood together, the heavy rain had drenched them, the thin kimono material was dripping water, and the back that was attached to Fusangshin was so cold that it was almost numb.

"I saw Higakiri," the young man's voice was light and ethereal, and was torn apart by the sound of rain as soon as he uttered it, but he was sure Shiraishi must have heard it, because the hand holding the knife hadn't moved yet.

Izumi Jinguji didn't say which Higakiri it was, and Shiraishi didn't ask either. It was like an unspeakable secret between the two of them.

"...He is mentally disturbed, he can't remember many things in the past, and even recognized me as someone else at first."

Jingujiquan spoke slowly, and Shiraishi accurately captured the "other person" and examined his face again: "Actually, you don't look alike. To put it simply, you are much prettier than your mother. But you The nature of his spiritual power is very similar, and it is not surprising that Fu Sangshen admits his mistake."

"His memory is also incomplete. I only saw what happened during his last period in Honmaru, until he left Honmaru."

Jingongjiquan stopped talking, looked at the other party with dark pupils, and asked coldly: "You came to kill me, because you are afraid that I will know something?"

Baishi waved his hand: "Oh, don't talk about killing or not, it's too hurtful."

Jingujiquan raised the corner of his mouth expressionlessly.

"I don't believe you," Baishi said with a smile in his voice, but his words were cruel and sharp, "But it doesn't matter if you know something, since you saw him, you have already been listed in the erasure list." on the list—or would you like to join us now? After all, we are really, really short of spiritually energetic talents."

Izumi Jinguji smiled, and Hidekiri lowered his eyes, and looked at his Patriarch with a very faint sneer: "Okay, I will join you, do you dare to accept me?"

His answer seemed to be a bit unexpected to Shiraishi. The mask with smiling eyes and fangs stared straight at Jingujiquan for a while, and then muttered regretfully: "...I kind of believe that you really don't know."

He thought for a while, and readily admitted: "You are right, even if you join, I dare not accept it."

"What's the reason?" Jingujiquan asked immediately.

Before Shiraishi could answer, he had calmly answered the question himself: "Because it was you who leaked the coordinates of my mother Honmaru, right?"