save the judge

Shiraishi took out the last cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, but did not light it. Facing the magnificent and colorful sunset behind the towers, he squinted his eyes and looked at the young man who came down from the castle tower in front of him.

He probably just recovered from a serious illness, or is still in the process of illness. His face is as pale as plaster, his hair is messily tied behind his head, he is wearing plain white pajamas, and a graphite blue coat hastily draped over his shoulders. The feet in clogs are bare/naked, and they are slightly blue from the cold in the evening when the cold wind first arrives.

This look can be used to greet a very familiar friend or a close elder, but it should never appear on this occasion.

Jingujiquan didn't carry any weapons, and his thin clothes probably couldn't even protect against the cold. Shiraishi couldn't help but feel a little surprised and relieved by such a calm and unconsciously friendly attitude.

Yes, comfort.

Jingujiquan has long discovered that Shiraishi is a man with a dignified appearance. He is obviously a selfish ghost who is greedy for life and fears death, but he always pretends to be a loving and caring elder. From the first meeting, he is keen to dress himself up Become a caring image of the orphan who wholeheartedly takes care of the elders who died early, with an informal and unrestrained personality.

If it is a child who has been isolated from the world for a long time and has been ill for a long time, he will probably really yearn for such an elder and long for such a "father".

It's a pity that Jingujiquan is not such a simple and easy-to-deceive "child".

But there was one thing he was not mistaken about, Baishi really wanted to portray himself as a kind and honest elder, what does a good elder look like?When the junior expresses unconscious intimacy, he will be happy, and deliberately put on a straight face and reprimand a few words.

——A person who is so cold and selfish, but wants to put on a warm skin to pretend to have a kind heart?

Jingujiquan mocked in his heart, but he was not surprised to see Shiraishi actually laughed, a seamless and helpless smile.He put down other urgent matters, and began to show his tenderness: "The weather is getting colder, are you still unwilling to add clothes like a child? It will make your mother worry."

——Sure enough, he is a beast that doesn't understand emotions, and even the words of comfort are dripping with blood.

Jingujiquan suppressed the anger in his heart when he heard "your mother", and smiled slightly: "Because I heard that you are coming, I urgently want to come out to see you as soon as possible."

Baishi looked happy: "Ah, is it? It's still exactly the same as before, but I didn't bring a souvenir this time."

The two of them actually talked as if they were chatting about homework. There were dozens of cold swords between them, and there were huge wounds and dried blood on Baishi's chest and abdomen, but they both As if he didn't notice it, he talked about those innocuous topics with great interest.

A moment ago, the tension between upstairs and downstairs seemed like it had never happened before. What was here was only a loving elder and a junior who was full of admiration.

They all knew each other well that the dripping darkness and blood were splashed between them, but for various reasons, no one was the first to reveal the corner of the hideous mask.

"...that store has been closed long ago, but I still have some of their out-of-print commemorative candies in my home. If I knew you hadn't tasted it, I should have brought it here this time. It's a pity!" Baishi said at the beginning , and slapped his thighs, his face full of sincere remorse, as if he really regretted not being able to give his favorite children a taste of those delicious candies.

Jingujiquan's smile was kept just right, and they sighed sincerely together: "Really? That's really a pity! Then can I have a taste when I see you next time?"

Shiraishi's smile didn't change, he just stared at Jingujiquan and smiled.

So Jingujiquan stopped talking.

Once the two of them calmed down, the warmth they had deliberately created before was suddenly filled with cold vigilance and killing intent. Shiraishi never let go of Sanriyue's hand that was clasped on his horizontal leg from the beginning to the end, and Jingongjiquan was standing in the right position. Fortunately, it is outside the longest range that the Taidao can reach.

The distrust between the two is palpable.

"Ah, speaking of it, it's not that I'm stingy." Shiraishi put on a troubled face, "It's Mr. Jinguji who has hidden too many things from us. When even the most generous elders are angry, I'm still there. Angry, I decided that I would never see Jinguji-kun again."

Death is not a kind of never seeing again.

Jingujiquan showed a shy smile as if he felt guilty: "Hey, this, I really want to apologize to you, but after all, you are not a good person who sacrifices oneself and others, and being angry is harmful to yourself, so please stop Did you hurt your body?"

After all, you are not a good person who sacrifices himself for others, so you are just saying that he is selfish.

He spoke the curse words aboveboard, as if he was afraid that Baishi would not understand.

And Baishi didn't get angry, but he was stunned for a moment as if he didn't expect it, and then he laughed, he laughed so hard that even the wounds on his chest and abdomen showed signs of bursting.

"Hahahahahaha, this is really, really interesting!" He wiped away the tears from his laughter, "Do you actually have such a side? I didn't realize it before, what a pity! What a pity!"

He pulled the bandage hastily tied on his chest, tied it tighter, and sucked up the fresh blood: "You are not afraid of danger, you talk and laugh, and you are quite a general. I really start to appreciate you. If you are not If I really can't control it, even if I violate the regulations, I will keep you."

A trace of real regret flashed in the man's eyes: "What a pity! It's useless to talk about the rest, so let's say goodbye, Lord Jinguji, say hello to your mother for me."

The sound of the blade slowly being pulled out of the scabbard was clearly audible.

Jingujiquan stood up straight, and the breeze blew up, lifting the corner of his clothes: "Does this sentence me to death? Afterwards, this Honmaru will also have an ending of 'all personnel were located by the time-traveling army and died in battle'? "

Shiraishi gave him a knowing smile, and then pointed his chin at the numerous swords and swords, with undisguised contempt on his face: "If you are dissatisfied with this, just pick up your sword, I allow you Die after challenging me!"

What he said was generous, but they knew each other well that Jingongjiquan couldn't use a knife at all.

It's just a condescending, almost insulting handout.

Alms to the dying struggles and frothy hopes of Izumi Jinguji.

A god judge who doesn't know how to use a knife has lost all the swords that can fight for him, what else can he do?

Jingujiquan glanced at the clear-edged swords. These are his beloved gods, but they are now imprisoned in the body because of him. He can feel them crying out eagerly, maybe Because of anger, perhaps because of concern for him, but in the world visible to the naked eye, these swords are still silent.

The contract between him and them has faded to nothing, and he can't even transfer them enough spiritual power to transform them through the contract, so that they become hostages in the hands of others.

But he absolutely can't let the contract be broken at this time, not because of the dead end he is facing, but because once the contract is broken, they will fall into a deep sleep and truly become objects at the mercy of others.

"Aren't you curious about what I'm hiding?" Jingujiquan asked suddenly, his voice was erratic and soft, like the low/groaning of a ghost coming from hell, "That's the secret about eternal life, it can let you go anywhere Travel through time and space without hindrance, gain wealth, power, and lofty status..."

—If you could hear me...

——If you still want to hear me...

Hidekiri, who sat silently by the window on the second floor of the castle tower, raised his eyes. He was sitting cross-legged, with his back straight like a knife, and the main body of the knife lay across his legs, revealing half of the bright blade, swimming in the dark room. It emits a light as cold as ice and snow.

There was silence all around.

In the first phase, Yizhen returned to the main body due to lack of spiritual power when Jingujiquan went downstairs, and Tamazamo turned back into a little fox again in the time-space vortex, staring at the downstairs with four paws on the window sill, thinking He didn't dare to go down because of Jingujiquan's request, his ears were erect, and he desperately wanted to stretch his neck to get closer to that side.

Higakiri rubbed the sharp blade with his fingers, and the flesh formed by the condensed dark turbidity collapsed when it touched the blade, revealing the real rotten texture and black-blue bones hidden under the flesh.

The horrible musculoskeletal body was revealed and was wrapped in the turbid air in less than a moment, simulating the same beautiful fingers as before.

He paused for a moment, turned his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, and the beautiful cat/er/eyes blinked.

Izumi Jinguji was still talking to Shiraishi lightly, but the monk who was immersed in himself suddenly felt a coldness, a snake-like coldness snaked up his back, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes Like electricity, he scanned his surroundings.

Jingujiquan's voice was still unhurried.

He needs to revive the Fusangshen. If the contract cannot be cut off and reconnected, he can only find a way to strengthen the contract.

Strengthen the contract...

Strengthen the contract...

A cluster of faint flames suddenly appeared in Jingujiquan's eyes, Shiraishi didn't notice it, he clenched his fist and tapped his knee viciously: "It sounds really exciting, but it's a pity that your credit value has been emptied, don't talk nonsense, Take your knife and die standing up, or kneel down and beg me to cut you clean."

Jingujiquan stared at him, there was something deep and mysterious and terrifying flowing in his black pupils, like an evil spirit about to go to hell, desperate to tear apart all those who threatened his protection.

"I can ask you," he said in a calm tone that was completely different from his eyes, "I can ask for anything, do you want me to kneel down? Or do you prefer crying with tears? Compared with living, this is nothing A piece of cake."

"But I don't trust you either."

"I suddenly figured it out, rather than begging you, they should be more willing to die with me."

——Even if this is his daring conjecture.

"My surname is Jinguji," the voice of the young man standing not far away was clear.

The hair on the monk's back suddenly rose, and a terrifying premonition made him jump up almost instantly, picked up the Zen staff and slashed at the young man who gave him the terrible premonition.

On the second floor of the castle tower, Fu Sangshen, who was stroking the sword on his leg, raised his face. The dim and magnificent wine-red sunset cast a gorgeous and glamorous halo like Ukiyo-e on his face, and he raised the corners of his lips.

Shiraishi looked at him suspiciously, and an unknown alarm bell sounded in his heart.

Jingongjiquan continued to pause word by word, and pronounced clearly: "My name is given by my deceased mother, and the single character is 'white'."

The monk strode forward, and the strong wind brought by the Zen staff had already swept him in front of him. The young man's face was cold and desperate, and his eyes were terribly bright: "Here, I offer my real name, and I beg you to hide me."

Shenyin, the marriage contract between gods and humans thousands of years ago, how can there be any contract stronger and tighter than this.

The dimmed stars light up one after another, the breeze in the courtyard suddenly rises, the morning cherry blossoms and frost drift in, the gods wake up from their slumber, the mountains, rivers and seas are surrounded by birds singing and the morning glow, the monk twists his cheeks, and the Zen staff falls heavily Halfway through, he couldn't go any further, and two staggered blades appeared in front of him, firmly blocking his killing move towards the young man.

Shiraishi realized what was going to happen the moment he uttered his full name, and almost without any hesitation, he raised his hand and grabbed Mikazuki Zongjin on his leg. With the surge of spiritual power, he was about to break the famous Taidao in his hand.

What appeared faster than the sound of the sword shattering was a slender and powerful hand clasping his shoulders with five fingers in a leather gauntlet. The gorgeous blue sleeves were spread out like moonlight, and the light blonde hair Sui flickered past in his field of vision, and then fell into a pair of eyes filled with the night sky.

The graceful Taidao smiled, knelt down on one knee, held his shoulder with one hand, and held the body sword that pierced his body with the other hand, and whispered in his ear: "Our death can only be bestowed by the lord, How dare you go beyond this point?"

Baishi didn't hear his words clearly, and lowered his head in a daze, looking at the large scarlet smudged abdomen.

--what?