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Although it has been two days since I came to Honmaru, Ah Zhao still couldn't tell the difference between southeast and north after nightfall, so A Zhaozhi, who was lost in the dark night when he went to the toilet for the first time at night, sat on the porch with his chin propped , Looking at the sky that was completely different from what he had seen before, he was very confused.

The temperature was a little low at night, and a layer of hoarfrost formed on the ground.

The moon is very round, but also very low, hanging in the clear, half side is bright and dazzling, and the other side is dark and gloomy. Ah Zhao thinks that he once read a sentence in a book, saying that the moon does not always have only one shape. Ups and downs, far and near, fate is not always just one way, with ups and downs.

Destiny...

Ah Zhao sighed, with a childish face down, and patted the wooden board of the veranda. There were small wooden spikes on the edge of the board. He didn't notice it, and accidentally pierced his palm.

He paused, then stretched out his hand, facing the moonlight, the moonlight shone through his fingers, showing a kind of hazy beauty.

When can I go back...

"The tasker is dead, and theoretically there is no way to go back."

It may be that this kind of scenery is too lonely, or it may be that the small wound on the palm of the hand is too painful, A Zhao suddenly felt a little uncontrollable sadness, and suddenly lowered his head, under the moonlight, there was some crystal reflection, seeping into the on the black trousers.

'I really want to get out of here...'

"As a Fusangshen, the tasker theoretically has the same long life as a god, will not get sick, will not die, and, unlike other Fusangshen, the tasker obtains spiritual power from the task and does not need to be controlled by a contract "

'However, the task is not a kind of control! '

"The quest is just a way to help the quester grow. If the quester is strong enough, the quest will not be released."

Ah Zhao hummed twice, but fell silent.

He wanted to be alive, to be able to run and jump, not to get sick easily, not to be forced to go out.

'Is the mission dangerous? '

"Missions are naturally dangerous"

A Zhao pretended not to see this sentence, sat quietly for a while, then got up and planned to find the way to the room, it was very late, and it was still a bit cold at night.

The next day, people from political affairs came early in the morning. A man in a black suit and tie brought a boxy box and came to check on Ah Zhao.

"...Don't worry, just put the body knife in, and it will be fine in a while." The examiner said to A Zhao, "That box is a detector, and it won't cause any discomfort to you."

Ah Zhao hesitated for a moment, took off the body knife at his waist, and put it in the box, and the transparent liquid slowly covered it.

The body really wants to have some connection with the body knife. Azhao feels a cold feeling transmitted to the body. In the box, the black scabbard began to spread red runes, as if Moyu was stained with blood. After a long time , there is an uncomfortable feeling.

"Spiritual intrusion detected, taskers please be careful, mental protection is on"

'This will be discovered! '

The task panel did not continue to pop up text, and everything seemed to be silent——

"Okay...no problem. However, Xiaowudian was rescued from the Dark Falling Honwan. As Fusangshen, the moment he had a human body, he had a human heart. The reason why Xiaowudian lost his memory is probably Maybe it’s because I don’t want to think about the past...Even if there is no dark fall, Xiao Wudian will be hurt..." The black suit employee looked at the data displayed on the box, "There is no dark fall breath, and the godhead has not been affected .”

"Ah, that's right...as long as there is no problem with your body..."

Azhao took the body knife in a trance, and saw the eyes of the judge full of pity.

This scene is damn familiar.

"Xiao Wudian, let's go back and rest first..."

Ah Zhao froze for a moment, nodded, and left the castle tower. At the gate of the castle tower, today's valet, Toshiro Hirano from Awataguchi, was kneeling.

"Xiao Wudian, it's fine."

The little boy with the younger sister said with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." A Zhao nodded, and gave Hirano a candy, "I bought it at Wanwu last time."

"Thank you, Xiao Wudian." Hirano was a very polite boy.

……

Less than an hour after the black suit left Honmaru, everyone knew that Ah Zhao had nothing wrong with him, but because he had been hurt and closed his memory, and because he felt uneasy when he came to a new place, he kept quiet and introverted (?) and other Honmaru Xiaowu There are discrepancies in the personality (it is obviously completely opposite, okay?)

Ah Zhao: You are talking nonsense!I'm not!

"Arnuo...Speaking of which, I went to the bathroom last night and saw Xiao Wudian sitting there alone, so...it seemed very lonely, and she was crying!" Hugging the tiger, sitting among a bunch of brothers, he whispered.

"Eh? Little Wudian actually hides and cries secretly?"

"Goto, don't be so surprised, Xiaowudian doesn't have a good partner in Honmaru! It's normal to be sad." Maeda said, "Xiaowudian also gave me candy, we have to find a way to make him happy. "

"Yes, when we first came to Honmaru, we also felt troubled, not to mention that Xiao Wudian has no memory..."

"Brother Yiqi, let's help Xiao Wudian!" Akita Toshiro, who is in pink and blue, blinked his big eyes, "Everyone in Honmaru wants Xiao Wudian to get out of the shadow of the past."

The aqua-blue haired man touched his younger brother's head, his eyes full of kindness.

"He seems to be very concerned about his own memory... How about we create a big scare? Let him be scared to the waist?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga suggested by stretching out a finger.

Awataguchi said that the knives blinked their eyes, not quite understanding what Mr. Tsuru said.

"Let's go play with him!"

"I... I lent the little tiger to Xiao Wudian..."

"Would Xiao Wudian like horse dung?" The hair on his head twirled in a circle, his cattail hooked his brother Guhoudian's shoulder, and asked in a serious tone.

"Will Xiao Wudian like a man/wife?" Baoding Toshiro's eyes seemed to be shining with light maroon.

Phase [-]: "..."

……

On the way to the room, Ah Zhao met Sanriyue who was sitting on the porch drinking tea. Next to Sanriyue, there was a tall, white-haired young man. On the young man's head... seemed to be a pair of ears, sticking out, looking very cute , the eyes are a kind of translucent red, looking straight over, the dull hair on the head is still raised.

"I am Kohomaru, a sword maker in the Heian period, a sword made by Sanjo Munekin. It is said that it was made with the help of Inari Myojin. Although the name is Koho, it is not small at all." He introduced himself , "I just came to this Honmaru today, please take care of me."

Xiao Wu smiled slightly: "Please take care of me, I am Xiao Wu, and I am also a sword from the Heian Era."

"Oh, it's Xiao Wu... Do you want to drink tea with the old man today?" The yellow turban on Sanriyue's forehead is very conspicuous, probably because she is good-looking, so even though she is wearing a strange sweater and always calls herself a grandfather, Sanriyue is also very beautiful and temperamental...

However, there is really no way to drink tea with the elderly today... Ah Zhao shook his head.

"No, I'm going to tidy up the room today, and then go to Hand Heap to familiarize myself with my strength."

This is necessary. He figured it out yesterday. Now he is no longer a sick and disabled human being in peacetime, but going to the battlefield.

I don't practice much at ordinary times, but I won't have a chance to practice on the battlefield.

There is a faint longing in his heart, probably boys are born with a desire for blood boiling...

"Hand in hand..."

Sanriyue took a sip from her teacup, as quiet as a painting.

Azhao shook his head, the old knife's painting style was always strange, he said goodbye to Xiaohumaru, and then went back to the room.He had no idea that he was being followed by a group of shorts and a big white crane.

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