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The young man's voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was asking the other party if he had eaten today.

But only he himself knows what kind of majestic pain and despair are contained in these words. The bottomless black sea surges beneath the ice, cold and sharp, scratching the passing fish and seaweed. All the lives contained in it were frozen and crushed, but his mood was colder and crazier than the sea water.

If he had a knife in his hand, Jingujiquan stared at the mask with smiling eyes and fangs and thought, he would definitely pounce on it, stab the blade into the man's chest, and use all his strength to stab the knife down and into the man's chest. He stabbed down until even the handle of the knife did not penetrate the dirty heart, until he was nailed to the ground, letting him and the land immerse themselves in the process of rotting and dying endlessly.

Or, if he was alone, even without a weapon in his hand, he would rush over, strangle the man's neck with his arms, twist his neck 180 degrees, pinch his windpipe, and prevent any air from flowing in. possible.

——Even if he obviously couldn't beat the opponent, he still dared to use his other good hand to pull out the bone in the severed arm and stab it into his heart when the opponent cut off his arm.

In short, it must be bloody and alive, listening to his wailing, and piercing his body.

Thinking of such a bloody and ferocious thing in his heart, Jingujiquan looked at Shiraishi, and then slowly and gently opened an arc of laughter.

But not now, he thought, there is Tokiri beside him, and there is Honmaru in the distance, they are waiting for him to go back, he has to find out why Shiraishi came, find out whether the people behind Shiraishi have other plans, find out what they are Will it hurt his Fusangshen?

He knew that as long as his current answer and expression were wrong, it would bring disaster, but he still didn't know if Shiraishi was prepared to fight back——

Therefore, he can't grab Mustache's knife and rush over now, nor can he show a ferocious expression.

He will wait a little longer, a little longer.

So he laughed, and pressed the roaring and rushing deep sea back under the ten thousand feet of ice, with a natural calmness in his expression.

Probably because the words he asked and his expression were too flat, even Shiraishi couldn't figure out his mind: "Well...you don't seem to be angry?"

Not only is he not angry, facing his mother-killing enemy, Jingujiquan's current performance can be called indifferent.

Although he had only seen it a few times, Shiraishi could tell that Jingujiquan had extremely deep feelings for his mother, at least it shouldn't be like this now...

Jingujiquan paused: "Although I don't remember her, she is my mother after all. If you come over now, I will stab you."

What he said was completely peaceful, without any murderous intent, but Shiraishi would not doubt the authenticity of this sentence. He stood on the spot and judged for a while, put himself into it, and probably guessed Jingongjiquan's current psychology.

A child who has left his mother since he was a child, all his emotions for the role of "mother" are due to secular rules. He "should" love his mother deeply, he "should" rely on his mother, he "should" Missing his mother, just as he "should" avenge his mother, is nothing but a constraint imposed by human relations.

But in the end, he doesn't remember that woman again, betting everything for a stranger, no one would do such a stupid thing, especially this child seems weak in heart and emotionally barren, and years of deep sleep make him seem to have lost The ability to perceive tenderness, in short, is a fool who is easy to deceive.

Shiraishi thought he had identified Jingujiquan's psychology, so he couldn't help but relax a little.

In fact, his argument is not tenable at all - no one can perceive the kindness and love of others more easily than Jingu Jiquan, years of wandering life have given him a sharper ability to discern people's hearts than ordinary people, and his Life experience... so rich that Shiraishi would doubt himself.

So Baishi loosened his hand holding the knife, and his tone was a little more deceptively gentle when he treated his juniors in the past: "Actually, I have no choice. There were many problems in the early days of Shizheng. The mortality rate is very high, and we tried to find a better direction for development, such as—maybe we can find a way to control the time-traveling army? But your mother obviously didn't think so, she rejected our invitation, which is fine It's-"

Baishi squinted his eyes, seemed to think of something that made him unhappy, and smacked his lips: "Differences do not conspire with each other, it would be too much to file a complaint."

Jingujiquan's hand holding Hikakiri's wrist exerted force for a moment, and the fingers hidden under Haori were cold and stiff until they turned blue: "She wants to report to the current affairs, and then you kill her?"

Bai Shi waved his hands innocently: "Hey, don't talk so bloody and cruel. What she wants to do is not just report. So I just said, your mother is really a very powerful woman."

In the early days of Shizheng's establishment, there was no obvious difference in identity between the god-inspectors and the high-ranking Shizheng. They were only in charge of different areas, but together they constituted the entire system of Shizheng.Due to different standpoints and thinking among god judges, there are also various factions, and the whole system is in a state of slowly groping and gradually advancing.

Some of the gods found that the time-traveling army and Fusangshen have similar energy components, so they think that humans may also be able to communicate with them to a certain extent. In order to reduce casualties, they have been working hard to combine the time-traveling army and Fusangshen. God is close, and at worst, the goal can be achieved by controlling the time-traveling army.

And Jingongjiquan's mother, a gentle-faced and powerful militant faction, led another group of god judges who firmly supported the concept of "extermination". They believed that the time retrograde army and Fu Sangshen were different existences. The latter cannot be confused, nor can they place their views and emotions on Fu Sangshen on the time-traveling army.

The original intentions and starting points of the two factions are good, but in the long-term development, such differences have become bigger and bigger, and finally reached the point where they look at each other like enemies.

What makes Jingujiquan's mother powerful is that he is not a person who can only complain and talk. When she found that the situation had reached an irreversible point, she resolutely launched an internal cleansing, using almost The decisive and terrifying speed killed most of the people who started to contact the time retrograde army.

She did a good job of keeping secrets, causing catastrophic losses to the other party all at once.

It's not at the end, maybe this woman never imagined that the junior she had the most high hopes for, the junior who expected to succeed her class in the future, secretly embraced the diametrically opposite concept to hers.

And she paid a terrible price for it.

"So have you found a solution now?" Jingujiquan did not comment on the right or wrong of the two, but asked Baishi coldly.

Baishi raised his finger and made a gesture of "a little bit": "You can say yes, or you can say no."

What he said was subtle, but Jingujiquan thought of the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun that he saw from Higakiri's memory.

They did manage to control the time-traveling army to some extent-to eradicate like-minded colleagues from the past.

"That's right, if you can't see the results, how could you devote yourself to the past." Jingongjiquan said what seemed to be sarcasm, but his tone was still the same flat.

As soon as this sentence was finished, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind: "Those dark fallen Fusangshen——"

As if a gate had been opened under the dam, he suddenly caught the flickering shadow of inspiration and drew out a more terrifying conjecture.

Shiraishi is obviously an ambitious person, but his position cannot match his ambition.

The captain of the emergency response team, this position is too inconspicuous, so insignificant that most of the inquisitors will not even see him on the day of resignation, and they may not even know the existence of such a team.

But he has one huge advantage.

In the entire current affairs, he is the only one who can get in touch with all the dark fallen Fusangshen without any flaws.

Jingujiquan remembered the suggestion Shiraishi made to him when Higakiri fell into the dark. He secretly proposed to him out of the friendship of "elders" at that time, a way to escape the current political supervision and keep Fusangshen.

So could it be that he used this rhetoric to every judge?

More likely, he didn't kill those dark fallen Fusangshen at all, but took them to other places, and at the same time, he could pick out some god judges who were compatible with their ideas...

If this is the case, then under the signboard of Shizheng's [-] million payment to the God of Sangshen, how many god-inspectors are living with other people without any abnormality with strange intentions?

Just thinking about this guess made his scalp tingle.

Shiraishi seemed to see what he was thinking, and tilted his head politely towards him.

"Then I know these things now, what are you going to do to me? Like killing her, leak the coordinates of my Honmaru, and create an 'accident'?"

Jingujiquan asked casually as if casually.

The torrential rain drenched them, Jingujiquan couldn't help but thank the rain, it covered up the unnaturalness that might appear on his face, and washed away the sweat from his palms.

The other hand gently climbed up, and the rough texture of the glove passed through his fingers, touching his cold palm.

Fingers intertwined.

An intimate and ambiguous gesture.

Jingongjiquan's tense back subconsciously relaxed a little, and Fu Sangshen gently raised a hand to shield him from the pouring rain.

Although this is actually of no practical use.

Baishi actually paused for a long time, and it took a long time before he said "hmm": "It was originally planned, but I have changed my mind now."

Shiraishi remembered the scene he saw when he came out of the time-space converter.

Under the gloomy clouds, the torrential rain, thunder and lightning, the frost-colored and long-haired Fu Sangshen and the black-haired God Judge entangled together, like the most lingering picture scroll in the last days.

"Current affairs can't tolerate him. As long as you are still a judge, you can't be together openly, but we can accept it." Baishi was happy for his sudden discovery just now.

A talent with majestic spiritual power is exactly what they urgently need; and at the same time, he also has Dark Fallen Fusangshen as a lover, which means that he is absolutely impossible to be compatible with current affairs...

Shiraishi couldn't help opening his mouth, and licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

The only question is, will his mother's death prevent him from entering them?

He needs to be more cautious and observe carefully...

But this is not urgent, after all, Jingongjiquan has too much handle in his hands.

Shiraishi took a step back, sheathed his knife, and his tone returned to the gentleness he usually used when talking to juniors: "This meeting is a bit unpleasant, I will visit your Honmaru in a few days, and then we can have a good talk. Talk about something else."

I don't know what he did, a dark hole opened behind him, with a dark purple halo floating around the edge, Shiraishi waved his hand towards Jingujiquan, stepped back towards them, and then fell into the hole on his back. in the aperture.

The black circle of light instantly gathered and closed in the middle, and it was as if no one had ever appeared in the place where Shiraishi stood just now.

All the strength in Jingujiquan's body was relaxed, and the emotions that were suppressed by reason in his heart rushed up belatedly. He stood there stiffly, staring at the place where the circle of light disappeared.

A hand stretched out from behind and gently rubbed his face.

The cold and soft lips pressed against his ear, and kissed lightly: "Patriarch, if you want to do something to me, I won't resist?"

Saying such teasing words, Fu Sangshen's voice was low, and the air in his voice brushed past his earlobe, like a feather.

Jingongjiquan turned around following his hand in a daze, and was pressed against his chest by Fu Sangshen.

He saw that Mustache closed his eyes at some point, with drops of water hanging on his long eyelashes, his posture was docile and harmless.

"And I can't see anything now." Mustache added slowly.

Jingongjiquan wanted to laugh a little, but halfway through his smile, he realized belatedly that his face was covered with hot tears at some point.