[Comprehensive] Today's judges are also very willful

"really."

Tian Yuchuan slowly stretched out a finger, gently teasing the golden bird that was tumbling in his palm, raised his eyes casually and glanced at the opposite Honmaru, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Eye.

From this point of view, he was suddenly repelled by the world itself to a different time and space, and even temporarily lost control of his divine power and turned into the most vulnerable juvenile form-this incident was really not an accident.

But relying on real strength alone cannot do this.

Although the real power was distorted for some reason, but no matter what, it was originally bestowed by him.

How could he allow someone to use what he bestowed to influence him back?

But no matter what is hidden behind all this, it must have its own purpose.

But now, what he did was obviously destroying the other party's arrangement, and the people hiding behind would either follow the trend and hide directly—in that case, he wouldn't bother to spend time and energy to investigate.

Or...the other party has arranged something, waiting for his arrival.

In Tian Yuchuan's view, the person who dared to tease and plot against him would never be the former.

Amomigawa looked up at the building in front of him.

This is a particularly beautiful and elegant Honmaru. Outside the retro Japanese-style manor, there are still shallow burn marks left by him when he came here last time on the log door.

Looking into the manor through the empty main entrance, the entire simple and elegant courtyard came into Tian Yuchuan's eyes without any cover.The courtyard is full of cherry blossoms, the gurgling stream flows quietly, the winding bluestone paths and the overlapping corridors are spotless, and the whole Honmaru is extremely quiet without any sound.

The blond god judge raised his hand slightly, and the golden bird obediently flew away from his palm, flapping its wings and circling in the sky not far in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at the Honmaru in front of him, who at first glance looked the same as before he left last time, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Aren't you going to come out and lead the way for me?" Tian Yuchuan raised the corner of his mouth, and tapped the pure white sword hanging on his waist a few times with his fingers.

Taidao swayed silently a few times, pretending to be dead as always, as if he really was an ordinary sword that didn't know anything.

"Tsk." The judge shook his head, and let a certain fusangshen act like an ostrich in a good-tempered manner. "Since Sankaiyue is unwilling, then Karasuma, I will let you lead the way."

"Yes, my lord." The black-haired red-clothed swordsman was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he took a half-step forward, brushing his long sleeves across the door tatters, skillfully making a gesture of invitation.

It seems that the adults are serious, so the guy hiding in it seems to be in trouble, but my father also wants to know, what is the guy who has been taking Fusangshen as random items all this time.

The immature face of the ancestor-level Tai Dao Fu Sangshen's curved eyes, behind the narrow and long eyes, there was an eager banter and a flash of coldness, all of which were restrained in a blink of an eye.

Amomikawa glanced at Karasuma thoughtfully, then casually walked in with a chuckle, Jiang Xue Zuowen followed Tianyuchuan silently with a maneuver that Taidao would never have Behind him, like a silent shadow,

Karasuma: ""

So as a father, I always feel that there is something wrong with Jiang Xuezuo's sub-son.

Before Amomigawa approached, in a very wide dark room in Honmaru.

This is an extremely spacious room, it is said to be a room, but to some extent, it seems to be more like a warehouse.Numerous large and small wooden table frames are scattered around the room, and the frames are filled with all kinds of swords—every one of them seems to be seen on the sword tent in the hands of the God-inspector of the Government of Time their tracks.

But compared to the crowded four walls, the center of the room is extremely empty, except for two 'people', there is nothing here.

A young man with beautiful thin green long hair was half-kneeling in the middle of the room, his black western suit and white shirt were covered with knife marks, blood mixed with dust stuck to his face, making two tear stains on his face It was so clear that it made him look extraordinarily embarrassed.

And in his arms, lay a fusangshen youth who was very similar to his face, wearing a black shirt and a white western-style military jacket.

Fu Sangshen has platinum half-length short hair that is slightly golden, and his face is pale and even translucent, which is very similar to his younger brother from the same origin.At this time, his golden eyes were tightly closed, and he was lying peacefully in the arms of the knee pill. There seemed to be no injuries on his body, but his breath was so weak that it was almost undetectable.

"Anija woo."

Kewan's fingers trembled slightly, his voice was almost choked, he lowered his head, his eyes were red as he looked at his half-lying brother who was dying in his arms and might be broken at any time, his heart was almost desperate.

Who can come and save Anika?Whether it's the god judge, the government of the time, or even the time-traveling army, as long as there is someone who can save his brother, he can give anything.

"Pointless tears."

An indifferent and somewhat hoarse voice came from the corner of the room. The man sitting against the corner raised his head slightly, and his gaze towards Komamaru and Hikakiri remained unchanged.

This is a very strange-looking man. He has short moon-white hair and a mask on top of his head. The white feathers on the mask cover his head, revealing his handsome eyebrows.A luxurious golden kimono was splashed with bright red blood, and the white feathers on the sleeves were scattered all over the ground, but it did not conceal the noble temperament around him, and he looked like a god at first glance.

It's just that at this time, his golden eyes were filled with thick black mist, and there were blood marks looming on his face, giving people a terrifying feeling.

Those bloodstains looked like living things, spreading on the man's face, and would be suppressed by some invisible things from time to time, but would quickly appear again.As time went by, the color of these blood streaks became darker and darker, as if it would soon get out of control.

"If you can't defeat yourself, you can only become a ghost." The man spoke softly, with a bit of patience in his voice, as if he was fighting against something in the dark.

"No one can save him."

On the shelves around the room, ominous blood-colored lights flickered one after another on the swords and swords. During the flickering of the dim light, the hair color of the mustache lying in the embrace of the knee ball began to gradually turn gray, and there seemed to be dark red horny on the top of the head. Slowly growing, a deep evil spirit tried to emanate from him, but was severely suppressed by something, and the body of the impacted Hidekiri began to change.

"Anijia" Kewan looked down at the elder brother in his arms, and slowly moved his fingers to the handle of the knife on his waist, with tears in his eyes, but a firm expression.

"I won't turn you into a ghost."

"Before that, I will make a decision."