[Sword Ranbu] There's something wrong with that Tsurumaru!

Received the kind of eyes from my good friend who looked like a human trafficker, Shingo was really suffering and couldn't express it.

How about discussing and discussing on the road, didn't you see the onlookers staring at them?

After weighing it a few times, Shingo took the two of them to his home.

"Hey, it's like this. This is the son of my father's cousin's son's sister's cousin's cousin. Because his parents are going abroad on business, and he doesn't know other languages, so the parents temporarily Send him to my house." Shingo spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

"Well, the reason why he called me master is because I forgot to tell him my name today, so he doesn't know my name, and you also know the second phase of middle school, so I don't know what TV I watched recently, so I just imitated it. Don't worry about the characters or something."

To be honest, Shingo is desperate, why does his explanation sound unreliable?

He raised his head slowly, originally thinking that he would see his good friend's suspicious eyes, but he didn't expect the good friend's expression of trust.

An expression that turned out to be like this.

Zhenwu covered his face silently in his heart, by the way, how could he forget that his good friend, although his intuition is sometimes scary and accurate, is a naive person!

As long as the reason is in line with reality, he will believe it!

But it is precisely because it is easier to fool, and then my good friend left Zhenwu's house full of trust.

Shingo, exhausted physically and mentally, looked back at Hara.

Yuan's expression is full of disappointment. If he really wants to wear clothes and ears, then his ears must be pulled down.

"Did I cause trouble for the master?" Yuan said with a face of self-blame.

"No, it's not troublesome." I originally wanted to preach a little, but when Shingo saw this expression, he couldn't bear to say anything, so he could only helplessly rub the hair of the person in front of him.

Well, it's quite soft!

Shingo couldn't help touching it a few more times until he successfully kneaded the hairstyle of the person opposite him into a chicken coop.

Anyway, the people on the other side have no complaints.

Then, amidst the puzzled eyes of the opposite person, he coughed twice unnaturally, and then said

"By the way, what, I didn't leave any food for you at noon, have you eaten yet?" Shingo suddenly thought of this question, his movements were a little unnatural, as if he didn't prepare anything when he left

Yuan seriously shook his head, "Although we have a human form, we can eat or not."

Shingo heard the person in front of him say that as a matter of course, and then sighed silently.

"Now that you have a human form, you have to eat like a human! Forget it, try my cooking today, don't say it's bad!"

After speaking, he pushed Yuan who seemed to want to help back to his original position, then rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

Originally, he wanted to help. He always felt that he could cook, but seeing the master's confident appearance, let the master do it. . . . .

The finished product is good. After all, although Zhenwu lives by himself now, it is impossible to go out to buy food every day.

Due to too few times of cooking, the taste of the dishes is a little weak, and some are a little salty, but the taste is still ok.

Hara waited until Shingo started to eat before picking up the tableware.

Then he took a bite of the dish and began to eat slowly and gracefully.

To be honest, Shingo really wondered if the person opposite was a certain nobleman?

But thinking about the identity of the other party, Shingo is relieved, this is probably the grace bestowed on him by the years.

I really hope that when Hara regains his memory, or when Tsurumaru Kuninaga's true nature comes out, Shingo won't be scared off his jaw.

But now, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible.

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the other side.

A sword that fell into the Honmaru is living in this Honmaru, and they can be said to be the nails in current politics.

Even though the last interrogator had been dead for ten years, they still existed, and even Shizheng wouldn't pry this hard nail, maybe it wasn't because they were incapable.

The combat power of this Honmaru can be said to be one of the few powerful combat powers in the current political affairs. The original level and combat power are not bad, not to mention that the power will be even stronger after the dark fall.

At present, when the quality of the god judges has been greatly reduced, their combat power can be said to be very rare, or even almost non-existent.

Shizheng and the others want to rely on this Honmaru sword to deal with higher-level time-traveling troops or police officers. As expected, they should continue to exist until Shizheng judges that they are useless.

Their Honmaru hasn't received a judge for ten years, but it still runs smoothly.

This is probably due to the fact that they don't need to eat, so they only need to replenish a little spiritual power.

However, the majestic spiritual power left by the previous god judge has probably almost disappeared.

"Maybe we need to replenish our spiritual power sooner, but what about a god judge, just kidding." A knife murmured.

"We don't need it, we will kill one when we come."

small theater:

(If this is acting...)

Author: Come, come, welcome new actors, Dark Falling Swords, to join the theater

Yuan: Oh, it looks good, but now I play the role of someone who has no memory, maybe the fighting scenes with them will be indispensable, right?

Shingo: I will probably also be forced to go through 108 ways to die, such as opening the door, killing people, poisoning them, etc. It is very troublesome to shoot this kind of scene. . . .

Yuan: Don't panic, I'll help you, and most of the fighting scenes are done by me, and newcomers are welcome.

Shingo: Welcome, and I feel like I'm coming out of my mentally and physically exhausted state soon.

Author: The idea upstairs is impossible, okay, let's invite Dark Fallen Sword to get into the play!Remember to discuss who will practice Shingo's 108 ways to die first.

The author has something to say: To be honest, my writing collapsed, whether it is Hara's character design or Tsurumaru Kuninaga's character design

But don't you think it's cute like this?

Like a dog!

But I always feel as if I have written the feeling of a fledgling.

It must be an illusion!

It's almost time to cut to Honmaru.

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