save the judge

Yu Zaoqian was shocked by the deep, invisible darkness and gloom in Fu Sangshen's tone, and was speechless for a moment. As a great demon, he has not seen the malice of human beings, and he has had a relationship with fox demons for various reasons in those long years. People have shown him the limit of maliciousness that youkai can't imagine. In this respect, Tamamomae has to admit that human beings are much more complicated than youkai.

But even so, he had never felt such strong emotions before.

It was as if the turbulent waves were squeezed into the mouth of a small well forcibly, the surging heat flow collided with the cold water vapor, trying to break free and explode everything that bound them, and the heart of Fusangshen as a container But he was trembling with joy because of this, he was enjoying such pain, and whimpered because of it.

The soft and fluffy fox ears pressed back softly on the head, and for a moment, Yuzao was so excited by what he perceived that he went crazy.

That was the desire for chaos and darkness that was inherently buried in the blood of the Great Demon.

However, after a short period of confusion, he quickly regained his sanity, his face was calm, but his defense against Mustache was raised by more than a little.

I thought it was just a little Fusangshen, or even just an insignificant shadow differentiated from the sword body. Although there was an intersection in Heianjing, to be honest, Tamazamae never really saw him in the first place from the beginning to the end. in the eyes.

When he stabbed the blade into Jingujiquan's heart, Tamazamo set his sights on Fusangshen's face for the first time, it was because of unsolvable anger and surging anger that forced him to remember this The crazy descendants of the gods.

And this time, it's the second time.

Tamamomae saw clearly what Higakiri was hiding under his soft smile.

Mustache lowered his head and got closer to the white fox's face, the distance between them was so close that it seemed like intimate lovers whispering love words.

——If you ignore the slightly unsheathed murder weapon in Fu Sangshen's hand.

"I don't want to repeat it all over again."

Fu Sangshen let out a low breath, his breath trembled slightly, his voice was as low as a whisper, as if any more loudness would blow away that glimmer of hope.

Yu Zao looked at the lunatic in front of him, thought of something, flicked his big fluffy tail, narrowed his eyes sweetly and smiled: "Okay."

The tip of the sharp fox claws shone coldly, tearing open a hole in mid-air like pulling a wet tissue, the surging demon power poured into the hole like a flood hitting a dam, almost immediately, it broke away from the control of Yuzao The cracks in the body began to expand independently, and slowly formed a circle in accordance with the curvature of time and space. The subtle power flowing out of it caused the long hairs on the front of Yuzao nearby to explode, and subconsciously pulled a protective cover for himself.

But Mustache, who was facing this unknown and terrifying space with him, did not dodge or dodge, letting the power flowing out of it brush his cheeks.

As if it was just a harmless ray of cool wind blowing by, Fu Sangshen raised his finger and wiped the side of his face, but there was a scarlet streak on the glove.

"If you get caught in it, you'll die and you won't even be able to find the fragments." Tamazamo smiled slyly, wagging her tail.

Hidekiri wiped the wound on his face vigorously again, a stream of blood dripped from the wound that was torn open again, and fell on the corner of his lips, as if he had sipped a bright red camellia on his light-colored lips.

Then he laughed, and what flashed in his smile was the joy of being crushed together by reason and excitement: "Then come and try - take me away from him."

Picking up the fox with his gloved hand, Fu Sangshen with long frost-colored hair stepped into the turbulent current without hesitation.

*****

Jingujiquan, who was following Tsurumaru and was about to enter the building again, suddenly felt a move in his heart, stopped and looked behind him.

There was nothing in the still deserted and deserted courtyard, and the brief palpitation just now seemed to be a wonderful illusion.

"The main hall?"

Fu Sangshen, who had a keen reaction, noticed his lagging behind in the next second, and turned around to ask a question.

"Did you find anything?"

"Ah... no, no, it should be an illusion." Jingu Jiquan felt a little lost for some reason, and smiled at Tsurumaru, "It seems that someone... called me."

Hearing this, Tsurumaru frowned and looked around again. He didn't say that it was an illusion to comfort the lord. In fact, for the divine examiner with spiritual power, any illusion is the truth in the dark.

"Let's go, no one will call me here." Jingujiquan, who had figured it out, felt a little funny. He put his hands back in his pockets, but his face was still obviously disturbed—the one who seemed to be delusional just now. A call was a woman's voice, which should be unfamiliar, but it always made him want to get closer.

By coincidence, before stepping into the building, Jingujiquan glanced back again.

Tsurumaru held the body knife in one hand, and fished it back with the other hand: "It's darker here than before, obviously the building next door blocking the light is gone, if the main hall is afraid, hold my hand— — the main hall?"

No one responded.

Tsurumaru turned his head abruptly, leaving nothing behind him.

The bright golden pupils suddenly tightened, and a violent anger brewed on Fu Sangshen's handsome face.

Jingujiquan, who is in an unfamiliar land, is a little at a loss at the moment.

He just took a step back because of the faint call, who would have appeared here in the blink of an eye, if he hadn't jumped around in various worlds to jump out of experience and out of feeling, he almost thought he was returning to Honmaru is gone.

But it doesn't feel right.

He should have entered a certain containment and made it...in an independent space?

Looking at the courtyard covered with soft white sandstone and the antique corridor in front of Jingujiquan, the lingering sense of familiarity became more and more lingering.

Much like his Honmaru.

But not quite the same.

For example, in the small pool in the courtyard, there are a few fat goldfish lazily swimming in it. The pool is very shallow, only reaching the calf of an adult. The fins of the goldfish, which are as beautiful as tulle, are in the sun and the transparent water. Reflecting the almost diamond-like crystal light, brightly colored wooden toys and a few small net bags are scattered around the pool, which is a place for children to play at first glance.

There are several rabbit lamps hanging under the eaves of the promenade. The eyes of the rabbits are marked out with a vermilion pen, and many soft and fine white fluffs are painstakingly glued on the top of the head. I don’t know how much effort it took to make such a lamp. The lights hang high and low along a long corridor, which should be very attractive to children when lit at night.

- Yes, that's the problem.

This Honmaru apparently has a child.

And Jingujiquan is older and unmarried. Although he has a boyfriend, the two places are currently separated. More importantly, he does not have the functions and organs to give birth to children, let alone Fusangshen. Strictly speaking, they are not even people.

His Honmaru has no children, this Honmaru has a child, and he concludes that this Honmaru is not his one.

The logic is rigorous and the evidence is conclusive.

Jingujiquan summed up the reasoning process before and after, and found that there was no problem with the perfect fit, so he walked forward with confidence.

Appearing in a strange Honmaru, but he is strangely unable to raise his vigilance at all, probably because he knows that the gods living in it are all gods living in the sword, so he naturally has a sense of trust in them.

He put both hands in his pockets, emptying them all, and lowered his head in astonishment, only to realize that at some point the clothes on his body had turned into a loose kimono, and the plain patterns on the indigo fabric were all No, it was the one he often wore when he was in Honmaru.

It's quite engaging.

Jingujiquan complained in his heart about the unknown containment object.

I don't know what he will encounter here. There are more than one or two contained objects in the abandoned hospital. I don't know how many are hiding in the dark without being discovered. It is not a good thing to weave a space to pull people in. But Jingujiquan, whose force value is at the level of ordinary people, can only take one step at a time. Tsurumaru should soon find out that he is missing, as long as he goes to Tsurumaru to find him.

Thinking of wanting to fight, Jingujiquan put his hands into his sleeves, came out in the most comfortable position, and then walked down the corridor slowly.

This posture doesn't look like he's about to flee for his life, it's almost like he's here for sightseeing.

Before he reached the end of the corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps approached him from the corner, and in a few seconds the two of them would face each other.

Jingujiquan looked around calmly, clasped a door next to him with one hand, quickly and silently opened the door, stepped in, and closed the door smoothly.

The moment the gap closed, the light outside the door was blocked by the passing figure.

"What about people?"

The man muttered to himself suspiciously: "Obviously it should be here..."

Jingujiquan stood close to the door, and after hearing his voice clearly, he couldn't tell where he was for a while.

Being chased by Yaoken and pouring medicines has almost become a daily routine, even if it is another pill, it is natural to have a sense of awe towards Yaoken.

this is not good.

Yaoyan knew that he should be sad.

Jingujiquan briefly reviewed himself in his heart.

The person outside the door stood for a while, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the door: "Muqierdian, is the young master here with you?"

Mustache?

This room is mustache cut?

Jingongjiquan came in in a hurry, he didn't even look at the furnishings of the room, and what made him tremble even more was still behind.

A hand was gently pressed against his neck, and the slightly rough texture of the glove rubbed against the delicate human skin, bringing out a terrifying tremor. The silk fell on the human cheek, casting a dim halo.

——Is there someone in the room? !

Jingu Jiquan didn't know for a while whether to say that he was unlucky or thankful that the other party did not want to expose him.

That's right, no matter which Honmaru's Higakiri, it seems that there is a sense of detachment from life and death. For this kind of stranger who suddenly broke into his room, he would probably just tilt his head and look at him curiously. Then—report again.

"No."

Ok? !

The familiar brisk tone seemed to contain thick and soft honey. The voice rang in Jingujiquan's ears. The warm air brushed against the earlobe, and even the lies were whitewashed as if they were true love words.

- Mustache? !

As if hit by an electric current, Jingujiquan straightened his back suddenly, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then he started beating rapidly.

Obviously the tone is the same, but he can still recognize the voice that belongs to him.

His summoning was unsuccessful, how did he get here?When did it arrive?Is Honmaru all right?What's going on here?Is he the only one here?

The questions he wanted to ask were blocked together for a while, causing his thoughts to stagnate for a short time, but before that, the shallow joy followed his mind and swelled up before all doubts, almost destroying everything Questions pop out of the brain.

miss him.

want to see him.

Even after leaving for so many days, I didn't feel anything wrong. It turned out that the emotional fermentation was too slow, and I had to wait until the moment of reunion before turning the old wine into heavy rain.

In the strange mood, a slight joy is confessing his mind.

This is a feeling I have never felt before. For a moment, Jingujiquan forgot how to react, and could only stand there in a daze, trying to capture the sudden emotion, holding it in his hand and checking it over and over again. Fan.

The people outside the door didn't know whether they believed it or not. Although there was no sound, a faint shadow was cast on the curtained door covered with thick white cotton paper.

Jingujiquan froze and did not move, neither did the people outside the door.

Only the evil ghost who somehow got here didn't care about the current chaotic situation. He lowered his head and buried his head in Jingujiquan's neck, took a lazily breath, and then used his fingers to push away the collar that was in the way. , and put his own cheek on it.

His movements are really creepy and perverted, but the person who did this is too good-looking, and after the dark fall, the sick and gloomy temperament flows from his smile like a cold mist Come out, the eyes are downcast, harmless and gentle, the long snow-like hair covers the subtle light on the side of the face, the face under the shadow is like carved transparent jade, as if it will shatter into powder with a light poke .

The bright red lips and snow-white hair set off a bit of frightening beauty.

Jingujiquan didn't look back to see him. If he looked back now, he would gasp in horror.

Compared with the previous appearance when we parted in Honmaru, Higakiri's current appearance is completely out of line with the word "God". Although the appearance and facial features have not changed much, it just gives people a suffocating and strange feeling.

If you have to say it, his current appearance is somewhat similar to Tamamo-mae.

The dark and filthy breath was wrapped under the skin, eroding the clean body of the god, and dyed the light red eyes with layers of dark ruby-like color.

The fallen god stretched out a bright red tip of his tongue, and lightly licked a section of fair skin in front of him. Jingujiquan, who was caught off guard by this approach, trembled all over, subconsciously about to step aside, but was caught by a The hand that had been waiting there for a long time stopped lightly.

"Ah, is Patriarch throwing himself into his arms? Then I will be disrespectful."

Fu Sangshen, who was talking to himself, was still soft-spoken, and the speed of his speech hadn't been increased by half a cent, but a hot light had already lit up in his dark red eyes.

Fu Sangshen outside the door opened a pair of purple eyes, and the young man's handsome face showed no expression at all, just listening to the faint movement in the door in front of him.

The surrounding area was very quiet, so he could hear the rustling sound in the thin door leaf, like the rubbing of cloth, mixed with almost inaudible whispers and intimate low laughter, just listening to it makes people blush and heartbeat stand up.

It's a pity that standing outside is really not a shy type. His expression is calm and calm, and his eyes are almost inorganic indifference. After standing outside for a while, he reached out and knocked on the door again, and the movement inside the door stopped abruptly. He didn't care, and repeated calmly: "Muqierdian, is the young master here with you?"

There is a little vivid anxiety in the tone, and just the right amount of gentleness.

In the dim light in the door, Jingu Jiquan, who had been put down by Hikakiri on the ground with one hand, stared at Fu Sangshen who was pressing on him. He wanted to ask you what you looked like, but he didn't dare to come out. The clothes on his body were torn into a mess, and he didn't know when he took off his belt. Fu Sangshen's movements were so fast that he couldn't raise his vigilance at all. By the time he reacted, his brain had already been kissed. Lack of oxygen, he could only struggle and frown in a daze.

The white-haired evil spirit was still smiling. The captured prey had no idea of ​​his danger, and put his hands on his shoulders, in a posture that seemed to be pushing him away, but also like an unbearable clinging.

"No." With the same answer as before, he leaned down again and greedily kissed the forehead, cheek, and lips of the person under him. It was obviously a careless perfunctory, but his tone was naturally sincere.

The warm skin was pressed under the fingers, and mustache slowly wanted to poke in along the open neckline of the clothes, with an upright gentleman's elegance on his face, Jingujiquan stretched out his hand to grab his hand, and was humiliated She rubbed her head affectionately on her cheek like a baby, so even the last bit of resistance turned into helplessness.

At this moment, the exact same question came again from outside the door: "Muschicutian, is the young master here with you?"

A bit of vivid angst, and just the right amount of mildness.

The three sentences were the same, like repeated by a machine, without the slightest difference, and they sounded at precise intervals.

In this pill, faintly showing a bit of terror.

After a moment's pause, Mustache raised his head and stared at the door, his lazy smile faded a little: "No."

It was quiet outside.

Both Higakiri and Jinguji Izumi stared at the motionless shadow on the door.

After a while, the familiar voice sounded again.

"Higakiriden, is the young master here with you?"

Hidekiri withdrew his smile, pulled Jingujiquan's clothes for him, and raised his knife: "Whether it's a monster or an earthbound spirit, if you disturb people at such a time, you will be struck by lightning."

It seems that because the answer I got was different from the one just now, the brief interval disappeared, and the tone of the question changed a lot emotionally: "Higakiri-den? What did you say?"

Mustache clicked his tongue lightly.

Those who did not wait for an answer sighed, and asked softly, "Muschikiri, is the young master here with you?"

When the voice came to an end, a terrifying hiss was torn from the soft tone, like the resonance of countless flying insects, buzzing and intertwined, pulling the rather gentle voice into a faint echo.

——It seemed that the ghost hiding under the human skin finally couldn't help sticking out its head.