Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Fu Zhenhong looked at the sword Fu Sangshen who claimed to be an old man in front of him. He didn't feel any repulsive coldness or murderous intent on the other party, and of course, he didn't have the opposite enthusiasm and welcome.

Although Mikazuki Zongjin had a smile on his face, his smile didn't reach his eyes, his crescent-like dark blue eyes contained a kind of scrutiny and evaluation that was not easy to detect.

Sanri Yue Zongjin is a sword Fusangshen who looks very easy to get along with, but in fact is the most difficult to give sincerity. This kind of Fusangshen hides his indifference, calculation, scheming and thinking in his heart, and keeps his expression on his face.

Fu Zhenhong was thinking about the introduction of the other party, born at the end of the eleventh century, it is indeed relatively old in swords and swords, but in front of Fu Zhenhong, this age is really not enough.

"Take me to the living room."

Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to learn about other swords at all. Before he came to Honmaru, he was going to sleep and rest.

The time of this maru is basically the same as that of the real world. The only difference is that one is in the middle of the night, and the other has just experienced sunset.

"Master God Judge, can I give those fallen swords to Fusangshen..." Fox Nosuke at Fu Zhenhong's feet asked tentatively.

"What's the rush?" Fu Zhenhong sneered, and cast a casual glance at Honosuke, but this little fox with a strong sense of crisis instantly bristled up, his beard trembled a few times, and he honestly closed his mouth.

Fu Zhenhong is not one of those kind-hearted judges who is willing to tolerate this fallen Honmaru unconditionally with love and tenderness.

The selfless influence that does not ask for anything in return can never appear on Fu Zhenhong's body, let alone a group of sword Fusangshen who have been hurt by the former lords but are full of killing intent and vigilance towards him.

Sanri Yuezong watched Fu Zhenhong's complexion indistinctly, and the exquisite sword Fu Sangshen said in a calm tone: "The living room is in the center of the Honmaru, and you can see it through this courtyard."

"Lead the way." Fu Zhenhong naturally used a commanding tone.

Yizheng on the side took a close look at Sanri Yuezong, then at Fu Zhenhong, turned and left without saying anything.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the back of the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, and suddenly said to Mikazuki Zongjin who was leading the way, "I heard that the daggers of Honmaru all have very cute faces?"

Sure enough, after Fu Zhenhong said these words, Yizhen, who was about to walk away, suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and shot at Fu Zhenhong coldly, his face was full of darkness In the falling painting pattern, only a pair of eyes clearly showed the murderous intent that seemed to tear Fu Zhenhong into pieces.

What a beautiful look.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curled up with interest. His face was already beautiful and charming. When he smiled lightly like this, the corners of his eyes also lifted up slightly, and the mole under his eyes became The more lively, the whole person reveals a faint coquettish and evil spirit.

It is very attractive, it is the kind of beauty that knows it will be very dangerous, but still can't help but want to get close.

Even if Yizhen wished to kill the new interrogator right away, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he was stared at by the other party with such focused and interested eyes.

Yiqi Yizhen clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, because of too much force, the sharp nails also sank deeply into the palm, and a bright red blood was stabbed out.

He looked at Fu Zhenhong with more killing intent and coldness, and the disgust in his pupils was undisguised.

If... If this new God interrogator really got his younger brothers' ideas, even if he completely fell into the monster he hated the most, he would definitely not let his younger brothers suffer that kind of harm again.

In fact, it's no wonder that the first stage of the younger brother's attribute is so tense. The first judge was after boasting that the short swords were cute, and then forced the short swords to sleep.

"You want to kill me?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows.

Yizheng hadn't answered the first question, but Sanriyue Zongjin suddenly said a seemingly insignificant compliment: "The appearance of the new judge is the most outstanding."

Hearing the words, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been silent all this time, said in fear of confusion: "Ah la - such words are not at all like what Mikazuki would say."

Being interrupted by Sanriyue and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Fu Zhenhong, who knew the true intentions of these two swordsmen Fu Sangshen, did not continue to tease her for a while.

Following Sanri Yue Zongjin through the courtyard overgrown with weeds and blackened ruins everywhere, Fu Zhenhong walked a certain distance, and walked through a long corridor before arriving at the living room.

The shape of the living room is the favorite palace-style building of the nobles in the Heian-kyo period, but it was supposed to be a luxurious and luxurious residence, but it is now covered with thick gray.

The living room was dilapidated and dusty. There was a large spider web on the corner of the door. Dark red stains were solidified on the outer wall of the wooden railing. There was a rotten, damp and The foul smell of blood.

Fu Zhenhong frowned.

When Foxnosuke saw this, he immediately said, "Master God Judge, you can use spiritual power to change Honmaru's dilapidated and dilapidated environment."

"Well," Fu Zhenhong kicked open the door of the living room, and released the spiritual power. He controlled the fluctuation and range of the spiritual power, and a light blue halo instantly enveloped the living room.

After a few seconds, the halo dissipated, and what appeared in front of Foxanosuke was a completely new room.

The decaying and messy living room became spotless, and all the buildings and objects in it were replaced with new ones.

Fu Zhenhong nodded in satisfaction before walking in.

When Honosuke was about to go in, the door of the living room was directly closed by Fu Zhenhong.

Foxnosuke, who was turned away, glanced at the closed door, then at Mikazuki Zongjin, one of the five swordsmen of the world, who was also blocked from the door, and finally glanced at the still dirty room except the living room. In the other places that were in a mess, his mouth moved a few times, and he couldn't hold back and said, "Master God Judge, do you need to change the other places?"

As expected, Foxnosuke didn't get any response.

The new judges are not the kind and benevolent young ladies above,

The little fox lowered his head and sighed softly, and said to Sanriyue Zongjin quite maturely: "His Royal Highness Sanriyue, the new interrogator is not allowed to be offended. In the middle of the night, please pay more attention to Sanriyue."

As for what to watch more, it is self-evident.

The dark fallen swords will lose their minds at night, and Mikami Tsukimune is the only remaining Fusangshin in Honmaru who have not been affected.

Fox's words were both a concern and a warning.

After Foxunosuke and Mikazuki Zongjin left, Fu Zhenhong closed his eyes and lay down on the bed to take a nap. The reason why he just took a nap and did not fall asleep completely was because his first night in Honmaru was destined not to be a An ordinary and peaceful night.

The light rain in the sky finally stopped when Honmaru approached midnight, and there was no bright white moon and bright stars on the dark sky.

The whole Honmaru is very quiet, there is no barking of dogs, no chirping of crickets and cicadas, only the whirring of old trees with dead vines being blown by the wind.

At this time, a black figure suddenly flashed past the window.

Fu Zhenhong didn't open her eyes, but pretended to be asleep, waiting for the prey that came to her door.

The untrained sword pays the god of death...

In the darkness, a sharp, piercing white figure with two horns on its head quickly jumped into the room, and soon came to Fu Zhenhong's side.

Even though the intruder had restrained all his aura as much as possible, the dark aura that had fallen on his body couldn't be concealed no matter what.

He didn't act immediately, but stared surprisingly quietly at Fu Zhenhong who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

[Xiaohong, it's a one-period one strike. ]

[Um. ]

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised that it would be Fu Sangshen who came here. After all, after he deliberately mentioned the daggers in the Honmaru, as the only dagger in Kurita's mouth of the dagger family, he was able to deal with Zhenhong's killer in one round. The meaning is never hidden.

The sleepover delivered to your door?

In the darkness, Fu Zhenhong raised the corners of her lips slightly, and opened her eyes without warning at the moment when the Dark Fu Sangshen raised her sword and was about to stab him.

While looking at each other, Fu Zhenhong directly restrained the sword Fu Sangshen who was trying to assassinate him with spiritual power before he could react.

The body was suddenly unable to move, which made Yiqi roar angrily at Fu Zhenhong. The dark sword had completely lost its remaining consciousness and reason at night. The instinct of the judge.

Fu Zhenhong drew the sword from Yiqi Yizheng's hand. Although it was delivered to her door, Fu Zhenhong was not serious enough to take a liking to Fu Sangshen, who looked as ugly as a monster in front of her.

Fu Zhenhong invaded Yiqi Yizhen's brain with spiritual power, and a light blue halo poured into Yiqi Yizhen's body from Fu Zhenhong's hand.

As the halo became thicker and thicker, Fu Sangshen, who was still trying to struggle, slowly calmed down.The bone spurs on Fu Sangshen's body dissipated accordingly, and at the same time as the pair of horns on his head completely disappeared, the fallen Fu Sangshen also returned to his original appearance under Fu Zhenhong's spiritual power.

There are no dark black painted lines on his face, nor are there any hard bone spurs like white bones. Except for the military uniform on his body which is still very tattered, the skin of the blue-haired young man is as good as ever.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her spiritual power, but Fu Sangshen, who had regained consciousness, had already flushed cheeks.

A bit of confusion appeared in Yizheng's golden eyes, and thin sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he had just experienced an ambiguous affair that he could not speak, with half-open lips, panting slightly gas.

In fact, when the body is invaded by a powerful spiritual force, it is really like an emotionally surging experience in terms of one session after another.

That aggressive aura flowed to every corner of his body, as if a hand was teasing and stroking, like a scorching hot current, making Yiqi feel as if he was being placed on a pile of flames, his Adam's apple twitched Astringent and thirsty.

Fu Zhenhong spent all her time admiring the flush on Yiqi Yizhen's fair and handsome face, and stretched out her hand to caress the other's warm cheek.

He put his lips to Yiqi Yizheng's ear, and breathed out slowly: "If you take the initiative to deliver it to your door, then I will not be polite." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she lightly bit the blue hair Fusang God's earlobe.