Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Pressed and cut Hasebe...

It is the sword that puts the command of the Lord first.

Perhaps it is precisely because of Yakiri Hasebe's unreserved emotional dedication to the god judge that makes him so unique among the swords of Honmaru.

So in the final analysis, the final attitude of the god judges towards them still depends on how much sincerity they have in their hearts.

Jiro Tachi glanced at Hasebe, who was blushing, and then at the examiner with a smile on his lips. Finally, he slowly moved his gaze to the vermilion pillar obliquely in front. The white hair on the side face pays off.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who always likes to make surprises and scares, is surprisingly quiet at this moment.

From the angle of Jiro Tachi, one can clearly see Tsurumaru Kuninaga's slender and thick white eyelashes unconsciously agitated gently because of thinking. This unique color is like light feathers in the last rays of sunset. , and like a crane that should have spread its wings and flew into the vast darkness.

Jiro Tachi couldn't help but think of the sharp gaze that came from the attic when Cai Cai and the God Judge were standing under the cherry blossom tree.The emotion in that gaze was very cold, as cold as a knife blade, completely different from the mildness and sharpness that Yizhen Yizhen had always had in his daily life.

Yiqi Yijin is the only Token Fusangshin in the Honmaru who has had a close relationship with the God-inspector, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga is the only Token Fusangshin in the Honmaru who has been taken to the present world by the God-inspector.

They are considered to have spent the most time in contact with the God Judge.

The gap between minutes and seconds made the emotions of the two interrogators more complicated than those of the swordsmen.

The new God Inspector is a vortex, the closer you get and the longer you spend with each other, the more you will be sucked into the dangerous vortex, bound forever and unable to break free.

One phase, one strike, Tsurumaru Kuninaga...

Leaving aside these two fellow swordsmen whose emotions can no longer be restrained, and who have been invisible and put on the bright side, there are Kohomaru and Yamabuki Kunihiro who also have varying degrees of liking for the god judge.

In the past two days, even the most rational Mikazuki Zongjin and his big brother Taro Tachi, who has always been the most rational, have more or less subtle thoughts.

And the experience of these changes is all after the pressing and cutting Hasebe came.

Jiro Tachi took a sip from the jug hanging from his waist, and after belching, he said slowly, "Hasebe, do you want dinner?"

Hearing this, Hasebe shifted his attention to Jiro Taidao: "Kasen is finishing the kitchen, dinner will be ready soon."

"Really, thank you for your hard work," Jiro Tachi thanked with a smile, and then he was about to go to his and his brother's residence: "Then I'll go and tell my brother that dinner is coming soon."

Jiro Tachi turned around, and Hasebe turned his attention to Fu Zhenhong again.The blush on his cheeks hadn't completely faded, but he still stared straight at Fu Zhenhong with his eyes, and there was a shining and translucent halo in his beautiful eyes.

"My lord, the dinner I made today is the Chinese cuisine you mentioned yesterday." This is the first time that Hasebe tried Chinese food, especially the West Lake vinegar fish. In order to make the most authentic taste, he I also deliberately checked a lot of related recipes and put a lot of effort into it.

Fu Zhenhong is not surprised, this is the place where he is most satisfied with cutting Hasebe, the dedicated sword Fu Sangshen doesn't need him to say anything, the other party can remember what he said very well every word.

"I'm already looking forward to the dinner." Fu Zhenhong believed in the cooking skills of Hasebe.

"I will definitely not disappoint you, my lord!" Hasebe's voice was firm and powerful.

And at this time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been standing behind the pillar, finally came out. He didn't have the consciousness of eavesdropping at all, but instead said with a half-smile in that off-kilter tone: "Ahhhhh , wasting so many ingredients, if the taste is bad, it will be a pity for those fish that are dumped in the trash."

It's okay not to mention this, but when it comes to this, Hasebe, who presses and cuts, is a little angry: "If it weren't for Tsurumaru, you have been doing trouble by the side, at least half of the ingredients can be saved."

Hearing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga blinked innocently: "I'm not doing anything, I just want to contribute my own meager contribution to the most exquisite food for the god judges." That's all."

In the end, Tsurumaru Kuninaga even felt aggrieved: "Why does Hasebe think I'm making trouble?"

"Is it because my cooking skills are not good enough, so the thought of trying to work hard has been so hastily defined as making trouble?"

"I just want our god judges to be able to taste my heart, that's all..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice became softer and softer until he said the word "we". He emphasized his tone again.

The corner of Hasebe's mouth twitched. He just said a word, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga just gave him a lot of it, no matter the tone of the speech or the meaning in the words. It made him feel weird.

Can't tell what's wrong, but it's just a little weird.

But...Kakiri Hasebe thought he was right, Tsurumaru was indeed messing around while he was fishing.

It's obviously not helping at all!

Hasebe's brows were all knit together, he looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga with a depressed face, and then at Fu Zhenhong who didn't make a statement, his lips moved slightly, as if trying to explain something, but In the end, there was no sound.

However, Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't intend to just expose it, his eyes that seemed to be plated with a layer of gold dimmed, and he pretended to sigh softly: "Actually, I can also understand Hasebe's thoughts, after all, I In everyone's impression, I have always been making troubles, so even if I change my mind, I will still be misunderstood, and I will be viewed by you Hasebe with your inherent impression."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice was obviously lost and disappointed.

At this time, even Kakiri Hasebe himself wondered if he had made a mistake, so that he really misunderstood Tsurumaru Kuninaga's good intentions.

After all, if they all want to be good for the god judge, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and him are the same regardless of cooking skills.

After thinking this way, Hasebe's brows immediately relaxed, "Then I..."

He had just started talking when he was interrupted by Fu Zhenhong.

"Tsuramaru, Honmaru's rich Koshu gold is not for you to go to Wanwu to buy those strategy books full of tea and tea."

Hasebe was puzzled: "Tea talk tea talk?"

He knew that Tsurumaru Kuninaga did go to Wanwugou to buy a lot of books recently, and he went with Ranto Shiro of the Kuritaguchi family, but the latter bought some peripheral and clothing books.

He remembered that when Tsurumaru Kuninaga just bought it back, he also ran into Xiaohumaru and Mikazuki Zongjin, who were in the field, and Xiaohumaru took two copies from Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and then used them for lazy Sankai Yuezong, who still thinks he will have a stiff neck while basking in the sun, used it as a pillow.

He knows about strategy books, and there are many bookstores in Wanwu.

There are one hundred and one ways how the god judge can pursue the swords he likes, and there are also two hundred and two routines that the swordsmen should be familiar with in order to win the favor of the god judge.

But what does this tea language tea language mean?

Chef Daojian, who has absolutely no knowledge of popular science, has a big question mark in his mind.

"Well—it's really boring," Tsurumaru Kuninaga changed the loss and frustration just now, and suddenly felt bored shrugged: "The judge really doesn't cooperate at all."

"But..." As if thinking of something suddenly, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice changed, and after a slight smile, he walked briskly to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong didn't move, just stood there and looked at him calmly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes flickered, and then he put his lips directly next to Fu Zhenhong's ear, and said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I didn't just buy tea words and tea words." Raiders book~"

While speaking, the hot air he exhaled sprayed into Fu Zhenhong's ears, matching the deliberately protracted tone, adding a sense of lightness and ambiguity.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga squinted at Fu Zhenhong's expression, saw that he still had no reaction, pursed his lips, and continued to say: "I also bought other types of books, although they only have text, But it is easier for people to have room for imagination than that simple image."

Fu Zhenhong's eyes finally moved: "Does it look good?" He asked flatly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused for a moment, and smiled ironically: "Instead of asking me, doesn't Dr. Kawakami, who has personally experienced this kind of thing, have a better say?"

He used the real name Zhongyuan Zhongye used for Zhenhong.

Obviously still bitter about being sent straight back to Honmaru that night above Lupine's bar.

But in such a straightforward and sarcastic tone, there seemed to be a hint of jealousy and unwillingness mixed in.

Seeing that Fu Zhenhong stopped talking, Tsurumaru Kuninaga snorted softly, "I remember I bought a total of two copies, but I couldn't find one. It should be among the ones taken away by Xiaohumaru. Doctor Kawakami Do you think Xiaohuwan will watch it? There is still Sankaiyue."

"Tsuramaru!"

This warning call was not from Fu Zhenhong, but from the cutting and cutting department.

Although he didn't hear clearly what Tsurumaru Kuninaga said to the examiner, it didn't prevent Yakiri Hasebe from feeling that the two were so close to each other that it was too intrusive.

How offensive!

Press cut Hasebe quickly walked over and grabbed the back collar of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's clothes, and while lifting the restless trouble-making crane, he said: "Tsurumaru, come with me to the kitchen to help finish it."

"Huh?" Tsurumaru Kuni never flatly said, "Why did you, Hasebe, think of dragging me who loves to make trouble at this time?"

"Do your own meager strength for the god judge, isn't that what you said, Tsurumaru?" The strength in Hasebe's hand did not decrease.

Although it is a sword, the strength to press and cut Hasebe is surprisingly great, even rivaling the Odachi.

"I---"

Before Tsurumaru Kuninaga could finish his words, he was forcefully dragged away by this loyal chef's sword.

Fu Zhenhong thought of what Tsurumaru Kuninaga said just now, and thought of the subtle changes in the other swords and Fusangshen of Honmaru these days, so she curled her lips slightly.

Using spiritual power to forge the pressed and cut Hasebe was the result of Fu Zhenhong's deliberate actions.

And all of this was going in the direction he expected.

On the way to the living room, Fu Zhenhong met Yamabaki Kunihiro who had finished drying his clothes.

Compared with the first time Fu Zhenhong saw him, although the current Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro was still wearing the same quilt for thousands of years, hiding his beautiful face and brilliant blond hair under the layer of white cloth, but all The draped sheets were not as tattered and dusty and stained as before.

He put on a new quilt, and after seeing Fu Zhenhong, he didn't choose to escape and hide like before.

Although he was still nervous, and felt deeply inferior to the fact that he was an imitation, when Fu Zhenhong talked to him, he gradually began to learn to respond.

"Yamabashi Kirihiro," Fu Zhenhong called Fu Sangshen, who was blond and covered with a sheet, "Follow me to the living room."

Fu Zhenhong didn't explain the reason, and continued walking after saying this.

Yamabuki Kunihiro stood in place and glanced at Fu Zhenhong's back, lowered the quilt covering his head, and said out of habit: "Do you still have expectations for imitations like me..."

Despite what he said, Yamabuki Kunihiro obediently followed.

The purpose of Fu Zhenhong entering the living room was to change into a looser home kimono, and the reason why he called Ueyamaba Kiri Kunihiro was because he thought of the polarization of the sword that Foxnosuke brought from the Tokino Government yesterday practice equipment.

There is only one set of training equipment.

With this set of equipment, owning its sword can smoothly experience and practice, improve strength, and complete a new transformation and growth.

This set of equipment is currently only available for short swords, wakizashis, and katanas with a certain level.

The mood of the existing daggers in this pill has just improved, and it is not suitable for them to practice alone.As for Wakizashi, Honmaru only has one, but the smiling face Aoki who was smashed by the previous god-inspector is obviously not proficient enough.

Among the remaining knives, let alone Hasebe, who just came to Honmaru.

Among Zongsan Zuowen, Kasen Kanesada, Yamabagi Kirihiro, Izumi Mori Kanesada, Minghu and Okuri Kara, Fu Zhenhong finally picked out Yamabagi Kirihiro, whose proficiency has reached full level.

"The god judge...does he want to give me this set of precious training equipment?"

Yamabashi Kirihiro, who followed Fu Zhenhong into the living room, opened his eyes in disbelief after Fu Zhenhong put the training equipment on the table in front of him.

He understood what Fu Zhenhong meant to express in this action, and it was precisely because he understood that he was even more surprised.

This set of training equipment is too precious.

With it, it means that you can practice without any scruples, and your strength will undergo a qualitative leap.They are swords, and they yearn for strength in their bones, and they seek to challenge their own limits.

Yamabuki Kunihiro's hand on his thigh was clenched into a fist because of his excitement. He raised his head and looked at the black-haired man standing opposite him. He never expected that the other party would give him this opportunity. Among the excellent sword colleagues, he was given a copy of Yamabagiri.

Does this mean...he has merit in the eyes of the judge, and does he care?

Thinking of this, Yamabuki Kunihiro's heart started beating uncontrollably.Although he said not to have expectations, in fact, Yamabuchi Kunihiro knew that he was actually longing to be liked.

"I'll give you a week of preparation time, is it alright?" Fu Zhenhong asked Yamabagi Kirihiro, but her tone meant that she could not refuse.

He wants to see Yamabashi Kirihiro, who has returned from extreme practice, and the young people who take off the sheets will get out of the shackles of imitations and show a confident and powerful side.

No more words are needed.

Kunihiro Yamabuchi took a deep breath, and expressed his thoughts out loud for the first time: "No problem!" His pupils, which were as clear and blue as the sky, showed unprecedented firmness.

Fu Zhenhong smiled, "Very good."

He leaned over slightly, and put his hand lightly on the top of Yamabuki Kunihiro's head, "Then, Kunihiro, don't let me down."

He didn't add a name prefix like Yamabukiri. This kind of address is not only a kind of kindness that draws in the relationship, but also a rare encouragement for Yamabukiri Kunihiro.

Obviously the palm on top of his head was cool, but at this moment, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro felt a kind of warmth that seemed to permeate the apex of his heart.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her hand, glanced at Yamabashi Kirihiro, who was still immersed in her thoughts, and did not interrupt him, but walked around the wooden railing screen to the closet, opened the closet and casually opened it from inside. He took out a black kimono.

He took off the clothes and trousers he wore during the day, and the rustling noise of the clothes finally brought Kiri Kunihiro back from his thoughts. The blond Fusang, wrapped in a sheet, subconsciously moved towards Look at the source of the sound.

Because of the angle, it happened to be the naked back of the God-inspector with loose hair that met the eyes of Yamabuki Kunihiro.

At this moment, the last ray of afterglow in this pill has fallen.

However, although there is no sunlight in the sky, the sky has not yet completely darkened. Weak light shines into the living room from outside the window, turning the whole space into a hazy and ambiguous drowsiness.

Yamabuki Kunihiro has always known that the new examiner is beautiful, a beauty that completely transcends gender, a beauty that both men and women will like.

The judge said that his face covered under the sheet is beautiful, but Yamabukiri Kunihiro thinks that the judge is the one who deserves to be called "beautiful".

Whether it's face, or... figure.

With good eyesight, Yamabuki Kunihiro could clearly see the bare skin of the examiner, smooth and delicate, as white as a flawless piece of cold jade.

The lines of the back are smooth and graceful, and the skeleton is perfect. Every gesture reveals a kind of strength and flexibility, which is a unique feeling that is a fusion of coldness and temptation.

Kunihiro Yamababa noticed a few strands of the Inquisitor's thick black hair fell in front, and a few strands fell over his shoulders.This ink-like jet-black glossy black makes the shoulders of the examiner even more round and white, so delicate that people have the urge to put their palms on it and stroke them.

What the hell am I thinking!

A very obvious blush appeared on Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro's cheeks, and the heartbeat that had just calmed down began to beat violently again.

bang bang bang...

This drum-like heartbeat seemed to break through Yamabuchi Kunihiro's chest, he swallowed unconsciously.

Obviously he should look away immediately, but his eyes seemed to be glued to it, unable to move away.

Fortunately, the god judge changed his clothes very quickly. After a few seconds, the black kimono was put on his body, covering the dream-provoking beauty.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro woke up suddenly, the heat on his face was astonishingly hot, as if he had just been roasted on a blazing fire.

While spurning his actions in his heart, Kunihiro Yamabuki shyly pulled the quilt over his head and directly covered his entire face.

So... so embarrassing...

Yamabuki Kunihiro was shy and irritable, not only embarrassed to peek, but also a little bit at a loss what to do.

My mind was even more chaotic.

Of course Fu Zhenhong knew that Kiri Kunihiro was looking at him just now, but he didn't expect the other party to be so shy, rather like a bumping deer.

He looked at Kunihiro Yamabashi who was hiding himself tightly under the sheet with his head down, and he had no doubt that if there was a hole, the blond Fusangshin would just get in and not come out.

Perhaps sensing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Yamabuki Kunihiro's body trembled slightly nervously.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong felt like laughing, and couldn't help thinking of teasing her.He paused slightly with the hand on the belt, moved his lips, and said to Yamabuchi Kunihiro who was trying to lower his sense of existence: "Come here."

Yamabasaki Kunihiro froze for a moment, but did not move.

Fu Zhenhong said lukewarmly: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Two seconds later, Fu Sangshen, with his blond hair on his head, finally slowly moved his face out of the quilt.

The blush on his face hadn't dissipated yet, and because he had been covered in the quilt just now and lacked air circulation, his blue pupils had become foggy due to the breath he exhaled in the narrow space... and were covered with a blanket. A layer of light water.

Coupled with his own handsome and beautiful facial features, it makes people want to see him shrugging his waist when he is emotional.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro didn't dare to meet Fu Zhenhong's eyes, he pursed his lips, clenched into fists under tension, and walked towards Fu Zhenhong step by step.

He walked around the screen and stopped when he was one meter away from Fu Zhenhong, not going any further.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, "Afraid I will eat you?"

When Fu Zhenhong said this, she didn't have any special meaning, but when it reached the ears of Yamabuchi Kunihiro, the taste changed inexplicably.

There is no other reason. It is no secret that the interrogator and Yiqi Yizhen had a relationship in this pill.What's more, when the judge first came to Honmaru, he said that he should sleep.

Although the words were mixed in truth and falsehood, even if they were not forced, they still left a deep impression on the hearts of these swordsmen.

But the words are said, but these days, except for naming Xiaohuwan at the beginning, and being replaced by Yizheng in the end, the judges have never asked them to sleep in bed at other times, and even judged Xiaohuwan. The number of times the gods stayed overnight in Honmaru is extremely rare.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro thought of what Tsurumaru Kuninaga said after he returned to Honmaru from the real world, that the God Judge was having trouble with another man.

So at this moment when Fu Zhenhong suddenly heard what Fu Zhenhong said, Yamabuki Kunihiro unconsciously thought too much about the word "eat", and understood it into a deeper meaning.

Fu Zhenhong saw the expression of Yamabuki Kirihiro and knew that the blond Fu Sangshen was thinking too much.He took a step forward with his feet, and then stretched out his hand to flick Yamabuki Kirihiro's bangs on his forehead.

Fu Zhenhong used some strength, and the unexpected pain brought Yamabuchi Kirikunihiro back to normal thinking.

However, after realizing that he was thinking too much, Yamabuki Kunihiro looked as if he had just been boiled in boiling water, even his neck was flushed with blush, embarrassed and embarrassed, wishing to explode on the spot.

"Help me tie my belt." Fu Zhenhong withdrew her hand that flicked towards Yamabuki Kirihiro's forehead, and pointed to the knot of the sheet that he tied a little below the neckline, "Just use your method of tying."

Yamabuki Kunihiro looked down at the knot he was tying. Although it was somewhat different from most of the traditional tying methods, it was not very delicate and beautiful. He didn't understand why the spiritual judge would make such a request, but he also There are no words to say no.

After taking a deep breath in his heart, Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stretched out his hand bravely, and stroked the loose black belt that hung around Fu Zhenhong's waist.

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro could clearly hear the shallow breathing of the God-inspector, and he even smelled the scent of the God-inspector, which was a very unique fragrance, like It is a mixture of tobacco and honeysuckle. It is light and not strong, but it smells very good.

This smell slowly poured into Yamabuki Kirihiro's nose, causing his thoughts to become disordered again, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Are you nervous?" Fu Zhenhong said maliciously, "Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro is so cute with a red face, so pretty and cute."

When Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro heard this, he subconsciously raised his eyes and retorted not to say that he is beautiful or cute.As a result, his gaze froze after passing over Fu Zhenhong's exposed chest.

Since the loose kimono was hung on Fu Zhenhong's body because it hadn't been fixed with a belt, the skin on her chest was naturally exposed