[Comprehensive] Today, I will also tear the bird cage

Huayan, who felt that she was very face-blind, bit the bullet and relied on her inhuman memory to memorize the appearance and name of 79 Shintoken in Honmaruchi.

"As for me, my name is Hua Yan, the flower of shame, the face of beauty, I am 317 years old, and I am no longer a child."

Huayan scratched her face with one finger, and introduced herself: "I don't like to go out on weekdays. My hobby is reading...books, and I'm good at...flower arrangement..."

It turned out that the lord was a dignified lady who was raised in a deep boudoir and no one knew her!

The Japanese swordsmen who have a rich history and culture accepted this setting very naturally.

Love reading, the master must be a dignified woman full of wisdom; good at flower arranging, what an elegant and demure hobby!

Fusangshen who have not kept pace with the times do not know that there is a kind of book called a novel, and there is a kind of picture book called a comic.

As for flower arrangement...

How do I arrange my branches and green leaves to look better? Don't I have a clue in my mind? !

The generation gap is not as big as usual. The god judges and Fusangshen live under the same roof in such a strange way.

And on the third day after Huayan's stay, her body rose bush also officially settled in the center of the domain. At the same time, the spiritual power circulating in Honmaru Tsukami's body and the spiritual power that formed the barrier of the domain changed instantly.

If it is said that Lao Song's spiritual power is as gentle as a mountain and as vast as the sea; then Huayan's spiritual power is like a plant, although it is not strong enough, it has endless tenacity.

That kind of clear and gentle spiritual power like a sprout after rain washed over the sky in an instant, and a hair-thin rain began to fall in the main pill.

After the rain, the rainbow first appeared, and the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard fell colorfully, indicating that a new god-judgment had entered the Honmaru.

The fusangshen who were born in the world through the spiritual power of the god judge can feel the difference even more. Huayan's spiritual power carries the magic power of charm, the dangerous and suffocating and fascinating romance, rich and colorful. Like oil paint, it seems to be attracting people to fall.

Although surprised, Fu Sangshen quickly adapted to this brand new source of power. Unlike Lao Song's spiritual power, which was more of a healing system, the spiritual power of the God Judge was obviously extremely aggressive.

But there was a fusangshen who was very unhappy.

The moment Zong San Zuowen felt the change of spiritual power in his body, he had only one feeling for the spiritual power of the examiner - thorns.

Like a rose blooming on a bush of thorns, it was so gorgeous that he couldn't help but approach it.

Then he was bound by thorns and covered in blood.

Zong San Zuowen has changed from a dowry knife to a command knife, and from a practical knife to a decorative knife. After more than 800 years, he has re-sharpened it twice. Even if he is unwilling or even hates it, he has already accepted his fate.

He was powerless to break free from the shackles of a caged bird, but he never liked being bound.

His meanness, his sarcasm, every bit of it all showed his dissatisfaction with fate, and... his powerless resignation to fate.

No matter how much he doesn't like it, the blade of the world is already his name, his foundation, and the foundation of his life; no matter how dissatisfied he is, his blade has become fragile and completely decorations.

—A bird with its wings broken.

Even if he flew out of the cage, he had lost his wings to soar into the sky forever.

However, a flower covered with thorns appeared on the top of the mountain in the distance, and he actually wanted to fly over to take a look, because it had a magical attraction.

And then tied up again?

This is too ridiculous, right?

It's not that Zong San Zuo Wenwen doesn't like this new judge.

In fact, during the years spent by Lao Song's side, he has already begun to learn to let go of some things.

He will be in pain because of the depression in his heart, because of the established fate, and because he cannot let himself go.

But when he took the gorgeous flower from the God-inspector, his heart felt cold, as if he had grasped something that made him painful, suffocated, and unable to recall.

This kind of danger, but I can't help but feel close.

It's almost like another predetermined destiny.

— But, will she be another cage?

Zong Sanzuo didn't know the script.

The imprint of the demon king left on his body became the shadow of a butterfly's wings after it was transformed into a human form.

——The inescapable nightmare is imprinted in the soul again and again.

After Huayan's body was transplanted, she fell into a coma for three days.

The spiritual power enough to supply the entire Honmaru and the barrier of the domain was drawn in an instant, even if Huayan had been prepared, she couldn't hold it.

When she woke up, the fusangshen in Honmaru all showed great joy, although the government of the time had spoken beforehand, they couldn't restrain their worries about the safety of the lord.

Although Huayan always felt that their kindness to her was inexplicable, she still accepted their care and kindness frankly.

These are things that cannot be let down.

Although he is not satisfied with the profession of a god judge, since he has done it, he has to take his own responsibility.

After Huayan took office, there were actually no tasks to deal with.

One, her main task is to bear the spiritual power drawn by the domain enchantment, and the other is because the main pill has already been completed, the knife account is complete, and the training level is full, basically there is nothing to worry about.

For Honmaru, who inherited his grandfather, there is no barrier between Huayan and the Fusangshen, and they can tolerate each other without running in. For the Fusangshen, they are like guardian swords handed over by the patriarch to the heirs.

What Huayan has to do is to adapt to this kind of life as soon as possible and strengthen her own strength.

It was already a month later when Huayan saw the beauty who made her fall in love at first sight again.

These days, she has been very busy. Apart from all kinds of short knives, the swords that come and go around her are the two swords responsible for the main affairs, Hasebe and Yiqi Yizhen, and the opportunity to meet other knives. Not many.

Because Honmaru already had a set of her own operating procedures, Hanayan didn't intend to make too many changes, she just let them follow the rules, and she hid in the room to make up for the common sense of the profession of a god judge.

The duties of a god judge, the intelligence of the retrograde army, the properties and history of various swords, these are all her homework.

Every vibration knife in this pill is a famous knife with a glorious history, and their old masters are all dragons and phoenixes, extremely prominent.

Huayan knew the history of all knives, so naturally she would not miss Zong Sanzuo's words "Seize the blade of all people in the world".

Huayan's first impression was actually not wrong, Zongsan Zuowenzi's Zhendao had a charm similar to hers - depraved and glamorous, dangerous and romantic.

Because Zong Sanzuo's life is a story of being teased by fate, so he has this contradictory temperament.

There is coldness hidden in his beauty, and nobility is hidden in despair—he wanted to soar into the sky, but fate broke his wings.

So there is the current Zongsanzuo script.

Do you sympathize?mercy?No.Looking at the history of the swords, for Huayan, it is more like reading a thick and plain story.

The strong don't need pity, Huayan thinks Zongsan doesn't need it.

Being regarded as a symbol of humiliating the old master, being shortened, re-sharpened, and burned, the story about him was thicker and more tragic than she imagined, but seeing Zong Sanzuo's writing now, Hua Yan was convinced.

He may not have the ability of a strong man, but he has the heart of a strong man.

Although already riddled with holes.

But the spine is still supporting the flesh and blood, standing alone.

Huayan feels that she is already a 300-year-old rose. Although she is deeply influenced by human culture, she is different from human beings after all.

In the plant world, there is only the saying that we can be together when we see each other. The so-called love and hope are actually quite far away.

Even if the flower face is a rose symbolizing love.

"Zongsan."

She called him by his first name, and saw him looking back with a calm expression.

"Although there were many misunderstandings in the first encounter, I still want to say—"

"You are beautiful, very beautiful, the most beautiful existence I have ever seen."

"The history that shapes you must be carved delicately with a knife, and the appearance cannot be worn away, so it is always beautiful."

"Roses suit you well."

Huayan smiled and waved at Zongsan, but found that Zongsan's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Hua Yan thought about it, probably as long as she is a man, she doesn't like being told that she is "suitable for roses".

But that was Hua Yan's sincere thought, rather than a thorn bird dying in the thorns, it would be better to say it was a fresh flower blooming proudly on the thorns.

"You mean to say, you like me?"

Zong San smiled slightly on Zuowen, under the colorful flowering tree of falling flowers, the curve of his lips with pink hair and mournful expression was careless, it was a contemptuous, or a bit sarcastic and mocking smile.

"One day you will find that it is not me you want, but the fact that you have me."

——Obtain Zong Sanzuo's writing, that is, obtain the world.

All the time, all the time.

He looked at the judge and said, "I can't resist you, I'm just a bird in your cage."

It seemed to be laughing at himself, or resigned himself to telling a fact.

Saying such words like a chant, Zong San looked at the judge with a constant smile, waiting for her to turn into anger or avoid embarrassment.

But no, nothing, the interrogator just showed a strange, indescribable expression.

"So you're Neji Hinata?"

Zong San left the text: "...Who is Ningji Hinata?"

Huayan: "It's a year of beauty who rolls his eyes professionally with a swastika bird in a cage on his head."

Zong San left the text: "...you are joking." It sounded really displeased Dao.

So they broke up unhappy.

Huayan felt that she and Zong Sanzuo probably did not agree with each other, and every time they met each other, they would basically hurt each other, and no one could convince the other.

It's not because of her flamboyance, she has been immersed in Two-dimensional for many years, she has a long way to go, and her ability to talk is definitely at the Max level. Why does she talk to Zong San every time?

#generation gap, definitely a generation gap! #

Hua Yan sat on the soft cushion, flipping through the web pages while touching the mouse with one hand, while reaching for her feet.

This is the bad thing about Japanese-style houses. The entire house is covered with tatami mats, and there are only low tables and cushions. If you sit on your knees, your feet will feel numb after a while.

But it's very convenient to pick your feet.

A beauty is a beauty, and she picks her feet in an extraordinary and refined way.

When I got back to the room, I started my daily life in a two-dimensional dead house with no proper Huayan. I clicked on a TV series, and I was laughing and laughing.

When Sister Yuanwei sent a greeting message, Huayan was smiling happily, and Yuanwei asked her how she was getting used to it, and she replied truthfully: "It's not bad, although the profession of God Judge has Mary Su's look from hair to toe. Taste, but Fusangshen are easy to get along with."

When it comes to "easy to get along with", it is inevitable to think of the only special exception. Huayan thought for a while, and then asked the elder sister for advice: "Sister, do you know anything about Zongsan Zuo's script?"

Both Iris and Rose are well-known fighting madmen in the clan, but compared to Rose's dry state of salted fish from time to time, Iris is more like a serious and abstinent military officer, and she has also served as a god judge for a year on her resume.

"Zongsan Zuowenfu? I have a little impression. Zuowenfu's family is quite special and full of negative energy. But I admire Xiaoye Zuowenfu. There are three brothers in a family, and the younger brother has the highest awareness."

"As for Zongsan, I don't know how to tell you about him. I can only say that he sees himself too clearly."

"He is clear about his ambition and unwillingness, as well as his powerlessness and destiny, so he is contradictory, suffering, sad and hesitant."

"You want to know him? Why don't you go out with him once."

Huayan felt that what the elder sister said made sense, and she was about to nod her head, but Yuanwei suddenly said: "You care about him so much? Don't you just fall in love at first sight? Although he is indeed the type you like."

Hua Yan, who was exposed for her small thoughts, was not flustered. She was deeply influenced by Western culture. She was a very enthusiastic and unrestrained King Kong Barbie. She immediately replied with a smile: "It's very romantic, isn't it? He has already accepted my roses .”

"Wake up, didn't you say that you are not used to the reserved love of the oriental race?"

"That's right." Hua Yan continued with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not reserved, that's enough."

#face is completely unnecessary. #

The author has something to say: die of the paper.

Updated Saturday.

Go with the flow.

Zongsan's love at first sight is - damn it, the baby doesn't believe it.

Yes, he will never admit that he is a love/child-faced dog.

Thanks to [Xiao Chenlan] and [Li Ge] sisters for their landmine rewards, okay, I won’t tell you that I was seduced by other little goblins while writing a thesis... Shit.