Yokohama Slag God will never overturn

In the cloudy sky, gray and black became the main color of the overhead curtain visible to the naked eye.Even the feeling of the wanton overgrown grass around it reveals a sense of desolation.

Somewhat strangely, there was only a young child standing in the empty yard.

Suddenly there was the sound of rustling shoe soles rubbing against the ground outside the courtyard, which made the young boy turn his head nervously and look in the direction of the sound.

"Little Wu..."

The person who couldn't see his face clearly walked towards the child named Xiao Wu, squatted in front of her, and said with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Didn't you agree not to run around?"

Xiao Fu Sangshen with long milky white hair looked at him in a panic, his golden cat eyes were full of bewilderment, and because of nervousness, the little hand hanging by his side unconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes tightly.

"I don't know, I don't know why I came here."

After finishing speaking, Little Wu Fu looked nervously at the person coming, and asked in a low voice, "Master Father, did I cause you any trouble?"

The timid little dumpling just looks at you so uneasily, no matter how angry it is, it will disappear, not to mention the swordsmith who forged the other party with full of love and affection for the Sangshen.

"I don't care."

Seeing Xiao Wu who was too similar to a certain Fu Sangshen, the swordsmith sighed, leaned over to pick up Xiao Wu, and led her outside.

"You can do whatever you want here, but Xiaowu, soon, you will go to Yuan's house."

When he said this, because of the angle of view, Xiao Wu couldn't see his father's expression.Being too young, she only vaguely noticed that her father seemed to be worried about something.

And this kind of vague anxiety and worry is the emotion she feels most often in her father.

Unable to resist reaching out and trying to touch the knife maker's frowning brows, Xiao Wu pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Father, don't be sad, I will be obedient."

Hearing the childish words of the little guy in his arms, the knife maker was even more worried while laughing.

Since ancient times, imitation swords and swords have been shrouded in the aura of genuine products, and will always be pressed on their heads.

No longer unique, won't be praised, and won't be cherished too much by people.

after all……

"Left and right are just an imitation knife. It wouldn't be a pity to ruin/lose/throw away/break/sell it. It's not genuine after all."

Of course, if this situation can be said to be very bad, then the reason why Xiao Wu was forged is even more unbearable to the swordsmith.

"Because one of the Genji treasures was taken by the Ping family, in order to prevent the other Highness from getting bored, let's make another sword."

The swordsman clearly remembered, when he received the task, the casual gesture and casual tone of Patriarch Genji, who was sitting high above the chief seat, and the indifferent expression of that Genji Chongbao, who was by his side.

With his forehead on the ground, when the swordsman retreated in a low voice, he vaguely heard the conversation between the Genji heavy treasure and the Genji patriarch.

"How, is Hikari satisfied with this decision?"

"Well...the left and right are just a handful of substitutes, it's up to the head of the family to decide."

Even now, the knifesmith still clearly remembers the indifference revealed in the brief conversation.

Under such circumstances, how can he rest assured that the little Fu Sangshen in his arms will enter Genji like this?

Bringing the blade back to the knife room, the knifesmith looked at Xiao Wu who was kneeling and sitting next to the knife holder, and looked at the other's sleepy expression, couldn't help stretching out his hand to hug him in his arms and slowed down his voice: "Sleep when you are sleepy." For a while, don't force yourself."

"is it okay?"

Reluctantly raising his head and looking at the swordsmith, Xiao Wu hesitated and asked, "Will Father be tired?"

If you hold her, you will be very tired, right?

Sensing Xiaowu's concern, the swordsmith couldn't help but laugh.

"No, go to sleep."

Bowing his head, the swordsmith rubbed Xiaowu's head, sat on the ground casually, hugged her and coaxed her to sleep.

Rubbing his eyes, Xiao Wu, whose eyes were slightly red at the end, yawned uncontrollably, and then lay his little head in the arms of the knife maker little by little, while the other party hummed an unknown nursery rhyme in a low voice. Falling asleep.

Looking at Xiao Fu who was asleep, the swordsmith stopped all his movements and didn't speak, and the room was silent.

"Perhaps... when people are old, it's easy to soften their hearts."

Putting Xiaowu down, the swordsmith slowed down and exited the house, looking at the moon outside, he couldn't help but whisper: "After all, I am the one who took care of the child until now... In the end, I am a little bit reluctant."

I just hope that His Royal Highness of Genji can treat Xiaowu more gently.

While thinking this way, the swordsmith walked towards his house, looking at him from behind at this moment, he looked like a hunched old man.

"Little Wu..."

No matter what, Xiao Wu is his child.

The only child in this life.

The next day, the swordsmith looked at the messenger of Genji who appeared at the door, and when he heard the words "I was ordered to escort Xiao Wudian to my home today" he was a little out of his composure because he was too shocked, and said, "Why so fast? Isn't it the prescribed time yet ?” blurted out.

Hearing this, the courier who was standing expressionlessly raised his eyes slightly, and looked down at the swordsmith with a condescending look in his dark eyes. Although his expression remained unchanged, his words revealed a strong sense of warning.

"Patriarch's order, you just need to follow the order."

Looking at the swordsmith who put on a submissive gesture, the messenger signaled to the witch behind him to get the knife, and said at the same time: "Let's not pursue it this time, and we will settle the old and new debts together next time."

The swordsmith didn't look up, but when the miko took out the wooden box containing the sword and stood behind the messenger, when the other party was about to leave, she couldn't help but tried to speak after all, hoping that she could see the child for the last time.

After all, it happened suddenly.

Before that, he would say good morning to the child every morning.

And Xiaowu has always been shy and timid, and was taken away suddenly, and he didn't see his relatives for the last time...

Aware of the swordsmith's thoughts, the messenger who was about to leave turned pale, and his tone became extremely mean.

"Pay attention to your identity!"

Looking at the knife maker who was frozen in place, the messenger stopped looking at him, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Your behavior has already been stipulated by Yu Yue's original rules. You really think that the owner of this great sword, Fu Sangshen, was born early? Stupid."

Not only did he not report the news the first time Fu Sangshen was born, but he concealed the information, and even had a close relationship with Fu Sangshen, who was an imitation knife...

No matter which one it is, it is enough to punish him. Do you still dare to disobey the Patriarch's order now?

The sudden order this time was just to beat him, to make him realize clearly that even though Genji had lost to Hera before, Genji's prestige is still there, and people like him still cannot resist the orders issued by Genji.

Hiding in the body, Xiaowu, who couldn't get out because of the spell, curled up, clutching the corner of his clothes, restraining himself from trying to resist.

"Father... said... people of Genji, you can't resist... you have to be obedient..."

Especially Genji's Patriarch and that heavy treasure.

If it was those two, even if the other party ordered her to die, she would not be able to resist.

Gritting her teeth, Xiaowu tried her best to restrain herself, but the confusion and fear of being separated from her father, coupled with the subtle malice revealed by the messengers and witches she faced, still made her unable to restrain herself. His whole body trembled slightly.

"Father... Father..."

Constantly repeating in his heart what he had been taught before, Xiao Wu tried to calm himself down.

The golden cat's eyes were filled with water mist, and the not-so-sharp canine teeth bit down on the lower lip. Xiaowu, who was shrunk inside the body, kept this posture to constantly reduce his sense of existence, so as not to be discovered by those people.

And the messenger who had already noticed the strangeness coming from the Taidao didn't bother Xiao Wu, but just glanced at the wooden box in the witch's hand, then turned his head indifferently, and continued on his way.

The left and right are just a toy that was built to ease the mood of that highness, so that the highness would not be too boring.

Thinking of this, the messenger's eyebrows eased, and his pace quickened.

That's right, this is a Taidao that is purely used to make His Highness happy.

Don't worry too much about it, presumably when His Royal Highness Keimaru returns from the Taira family, this sword can be thrown away.

After all, when the genuine product returns to his brother, the fate of the imitation product is nothing but abandoned or destroyed.

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After finishing this article, let's go to Honmaru!

good night~~~