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

Hara, who went to buy ingredients and some tools with Shingo this day, suddenly sneezed and shocked the audience. . . . .

By the way, the hat on his head fell off because he sneezed so hard.

This time the whole scene was really alarmed. It is said that the current affairs in Wanwu even issued a warning, which made the interrogators slightly disperse that scene. He still has a deep memory of that scene. I am afraid that such a wonderful memory will be a shadow for the rest of my life. . . . .

Alas, these are not important, the important thing is...

He recovered a little bit of memory, of course only a little bit, and even put it together like a hodgepodge.

These memories are fragmented and intermittent, one time is this world, another time is that world, one time is a male god judge, and another time is a female god judge, I don’t know if I should be grateful that there are no shemale or robots , but there are still people who turned into teacups. The world is really big, and there are no surprises.

The original was almost turned into a fine score, but I don't know what the reason is. I don't have any memory when traveling, and there is no system memory. This may be the most fundamental reason why the memory is so fragmented. reason.

After all, he was a thief who chatted with the system in almost every world.

But at the same time, these memories made Yuan confused, especially the memory that he once helped the dark fallen sword to kill the god judge.

It was the first time, I seemed to have forgotten a bit, well, it doesn't matter, anyway, he was very impressed that time.

Another time, he drank blood. . . . .

Do swords suck blood? ! (Hey, the point is wrong, right? The point is not where are you from other masters?!)

It's a pity that this body now has both Tsurumaru Kuninaga's nature and Hara's personality, and the two are fused together.

At the least, the main pill collapses, and at the worst, the world is destroyed.

But for the current Hara and Shingo, the current focus is how to build a good relationship with the group of dark swords in Honmaru.

Although it is really good to maintain a balance between the two sides like this, but...

Who wouldn't want to try something more intimate?Every day, I was worried, worried that the other party would suddenly come up with a dead fish and the net would be broken, so I would swing my knife and chop it down.

Even if they could fight more with one enemy, they still can't keep up with the changes in Baimi's plan. If one day they think of wheel wars, it probably won't be a wonderful thing...

So Yuan, who didn't want to be dragged to death by wheel battles and dark swords, resolutely began to think of the method and plan to build a good relationship.

Of course, there are fragments of intersection with Darkfall Swords and the others in memory, but the fragments are too short, and the relationship between memory and those Darkfall Swords is quite good, and there is no need to deliberately establish a good relationship.

Could it be that they really had to rely on their own thinking now?

Yuan lay on the bed for a long time and couldn't sleep for a long time, tossing and turning, thinking about this thing in his mind all the time, even forgetting that there was a master next to him.

As we all know, Shingo is a light sleeper, yes, he woke up with his eyes wide open like copper bells.

"Tsuraru, what's wrong with you? Can't sleep?" Shingo rubbed his tired eyes and asked.

"It's okay, my lord, I was just thinking about something else." Yuan didn't want to say it, let his lord worry or something, let him use his own brain!

"Really? But I was woken up by you, how about this, do you have any stories? Can you tell me? Just treat it as a bedtime story. Please." Shingo yawned, and then Suddenly remembered this sudden idea.

"Okay, then, a long, long time ago..." Yuan felt a little guilty for waking up Shingo, then thought about it, recalled a very common fairy tale, and started to tell it.

"I don't want to hear these stories. I've been hearing them since I was a child. Hey, Tsurumaru, do you have any interesting stories about yourself?"

As soon as Shingo heard the familiar beginning, he immediately stopped Hara from continuing. Based on his experience, stories that begin with this are usually fairy tales for children.

Yuan was stunned for a moment, at first he thought it was just a fairy tale told casually, but he didn't expect to pull himself.

"Okay, if the lord doesn't dislike it."

At this time, Yuan suddenly thought of himself, and the images flashed in his mind, and then he picked a fairly ordinary one in it and began to talk with it as the background.

"I used to be the sword of an onmyoji. At that time, I was also Fu Sangshen, and my figure was about the same as now. The strange thing about that lord was that his subordinates were all cubs.

It's a little bit like a baby, and the little bird in their place, although they like children, will always run out and mischief one or two.

And as a person with few normal body shapes, I also helped to take care of it. I still remember one time when I was tossing around and even made myself sick. At that time, it was strange that the sword could also get sick?

It was later that the lord summoned the monster shikigami of the healing department and healed me, but I was sent away not long after, and I don't know why. "

This so-called experience was, of course, fabricated by Yuan. His life experience was too mediocre. Although there was one experience on the battlefield, it still makes people feel excited when looking back on it.

But it was too bloody to leave a bad impression on the lord, and he couldn't remember if there was anything interesting in Heianjing before.

Shingo doesn't know Tsurumaru's past at all. Even if he knows a little bit, his grandfather told him about his experience when he first received Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sword when he was young.

There is no doubt, he trusts Tsurumaru very much.

How much can he trust?

Probably he would never doubt that he would show his back to Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

He is never afraid that the other party will attack him suddenly, and he will give his back to him because he knows that he will protect him.

Shingo fell asleep again while thinking slowly, but this time he was never woken up again.

Until the early morning of the next day.

He has been sleeping soundly all the time, but the quilt next to him is already cold inside, and half of him is gone.

Yuan was walking in this Honmaru. Although he has lived here for a long time, he is already used to the weather and scenery here, but he still has a feeling that he can't explain clearly, a feeling of being watched all the time even though there is no one around him. feeling.

This feeling is inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Haunting, let's have a good time." 』

Small theater (if this is a play)

Author: Come, come, Yuan, this is the script that the editor has just re-edited, a mysterious actor will come to play with you tomorrow, prepare in advance

Yuan: Hey, are you not showing up today?So mysterious?

Author: Oh, don't worry, don't worry, I'm not recommending that your society be harmonious and stable. According to the script, the opponent should be regarded as your opponent. The opponent's scene may be a bit strange, and you may need to work hard to find the feeling.

Yuan: Are you sure the lines in the script you gave are reliable?

Author: Of course, don't worry, your role may have to be postponed for a while, after all, you still have to grind a little bit more, don't worry, this role is not difficult to say the least.

Shingo: Well, let me interject, originally this part of the scene should have nothing to do with me, but I feel that my life safety is a little bit in the air as I am in the play.

Dark Fallen Sword: To be honest, I feel that in our identities, we are also a little bit hanging. . .

Author: Don't worry, sister, I like the finale of he the most, I guarantee that none of you will lose arms or legs or anything.

(I can only hope so) In parentheses are the inner thoughts of all the actors.

The author has something to say: I have a hunch that when I write this world to more than 20 chapters, it will end.

I didn't expect that after talking such a lot of words, I have already collected more than a dozen chapters.

happy~

I think I can finish writing this world before I go to my uncle's house on August 8st, bless me!

Of course, there is also a little bit of the previous plot (does your article really have a plot at all?) and it cannot be regarded as a memory~

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