The most beautiful blade in the world

The swords were in a mess, and the high-level officials of the time government who were ignored by them looked at the back of Token Fusangshen, turned their heads dully, and looked at the chaotic screen after the explosion, with a dull expression, as if they had lost their target.

"It shouldn't be like this, no."

The high-level officials of the time government headed by half crawled and half knelt, slowly moved towards the screen in the air, stood up staggeringly, grabbed the screen with despair in their eyes, "How could this, uh— —”

His voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened a little bit, and he looked at the scene on the screen in disbelief, and his eyes suddenly lit up as if seeing some hope.

Then, he suddenly turned his head and looked at those swords and swords. Those swords didn't notice this at all, but they still gathered together and laughed.

Among them, Mikazuki Munekin and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who made them feel the most despair, were in the center of the swords. Looking from the inside of the formation, they couldn't see each other at all, and could only hear the devilish laughter of the two blades from time to time.

The high-level officials of the time government who noticed the change all recovered a little bit of consciousness, slowly got up from the ground, gathered together spontaneously, and tried their best to block the sight of Token Fusangshen with their bodies, so that they did not have a little bit of confusion. May see their screens.

The senior officials of the Government of Time carefully looked at the screen, watching the figure slowly creeping up from the smoke inside the screen.

In the place completely ignored by the Sword Fusangshen, there came a super soft voice, trembling slightly, with the last glimmer of hope, "My lord, my lord, are you alright?"

In the current government, the conference building has been completely blacked out, and all contact with the outside world has been lost.All the high-ranking government officials inside were more mournful than heartbroken, spreading out on their seats one by one.

There are no more people who stand out and quarrel for their own political opinions there.

What else can be noisy, maybe this is the end of the world.

Originally, there were still some people who kept cursing the government of time, but as time went by, those who cursed the government of time have shut up—it’s better to take a rest and raise their mouths if they have that physical strength. Enough energy to think of new words before scolding

That's right, no one in the current government has any expectations of getting through this event.

The wind outside the conference building seems to be getting stronger. The officials present have all come up from the bottom level and have done the most basic work. How much impact will it have on the sudden abnormality during the rush hour outside? They can almost imagine it with their eyes.

That's definitely not going to be a pleasant effect.But they have nothing to do, and the government of the time, which has a way to deal with this incident, may be the culprit of this incident.

In the dim conference hall, there was a sudden curse, "I knew that the government of time, hehe, shouldn't cooperate with them."

The cursing sound echoed in the empty conference hall for a long time, and finally another voice responded to him.

"What's the use of saying this now? It's a decision made by the ancestors a hundred years ago."

"People at that time did not expect such a result."

The crusade against the Government of Time has stopped again, there is nothing to say, the topic is dead.

In the past, the well-dressed officials who walked with wind on TV once again spread out on their seats like a pool of stagnant water.

On the edge of the conference hall, a group of young meeting recorders sat slumped.

They are not in this conference hall because of their position and status, but only because of the nature of their work. They are not at the same status level as these officials.

Therefore, when these bigwigs were arguing, they did not bring their intentions at all. In this dark conference hall, their existence was completely ignored.

In a gloomy environment, being ignored by others is simply suffering.

The young recorder in a standard suit and skirt sniffled, with tears in his eyes, and said softly, "I want to go home, I want to find my mother."

The colleague next to her: "Is it blown back by the wind?"

"...You can't say something happy."

Colleague: "It seems that the end of the world is really going to happen. When the time comes, everyone will die together, and you will be home with your mother in another sense."

The female recorder was choked, she turned her head, and wanted to have a good reasoning, but in the extremely dim light, she saw a colleague with dead eyes.

"……"never mind.In an instant, she gave up the heart to care about the other party.They are all people who are going to die. If you are sick, you will be sick.

The young meeting recorder looked at the darkness in front of him. There should be a brightly lit conference hall. At this time, another round of quarreling had just ended, and at this time only the sound of breathing was heard.

It's like a large tomb here.

Or buried alive.

She hesitated for a moment, groping to get up, leaning against the wall and moving towards the exit in the memory.

This movement may have irritated her colleagues, the young recorder could only hear a panicked voice behind her, "What are you doing?"

The voice was extremely low, but the speed of speaking was extremely rapid.I'm afraid that the volume will be heard by the bigwigs in the conference hall. The barrier of status and status still exists until now.

The recorder was startled by the sudden sound, and carefully leaned against the wall to stop, and listened carefully to the voices in the conference hall. It didn't seem to disturb the big guys, so he was relieved, "I'll go out and see look."

"Are you sick?"

You have the disease.

The recorder didn't bother to talk to this friendly-looking colleague, but silently took off his exquisite black sheepskin high-heeled shoes, and walked towards the exit without making a sound.

Even if it is really the end of the world, she still wants to see how the world ends.

Waiting for death in a dark place is really terrible.

From the conference hall to the passage, and then from the passage to the exhibition hall, finally, she saw the scene outside.

Through the strong bulletproof glass, the outside world can be seen at a glance.

Although the brightness of the sky is not enough, it can still be seen. Cracks appear outside, as if the whole world is a picture scroll, and this picture scroll has been cut several times by the author with a knife.

There are broken chasms everywhere.

Irregular, dark chasms across all imaginable places.

These cracks are probably what caused the officials to hang their heads.

After seeing the scene outside with his own eyes, the recorder let out a soft 'ah-'.

Knowing that the world is over is completely different from seeing it with your own eyes.For a moment, she even complained, "Why did I catch up with you so unluckily, why didn't it wait after my death, why didn't it be a long time ago,"

"It's all the Government of Time's fault. I actually wanted to join the Government of Time before,"

The young recorder wiped his tears in front of the glass, "I'm afraid those swords and swords are not good gods. I bought a lot of gods to pray."

She took out an amulet from the collar, which was bought by her mother when she saw the propaganda station of the Government of Time when she was young.

Only when I grew up did I realize that this is a peripheral released jointly by the Government of Time and the present world, and the money earned is used to supplement the expenditure of the Government of Time.It is also used for swords to pay mourning gods.

It is no different from spending money on idols.

She touched her mormori and sniffled.Inside this kind of guard is the name of the gods of swords and mourning gods.On the back is a different sword Fusangshen sword pattern.

And this guard that has accompanied her for more than ten years is already a bit dilapidated, but it can be seen that it is well protected.The crescent-like pattern still shines on the fabric of Mimori.

Wiping away his tears, the young recorder tore off the guard, wanted to throw it on the ground, but couldn't bear it, looked at the guard in the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, tears flowed down, "Liar, you agreed to protect him." World, come out and protect me now."

As soon as the words fell, the originally dim light outside suddenly became brighter. She raised her head with the guard in her hands, her teary eyes were blurred, and she saw an astonishingly huge crescent moon appearing in the broken night sky.

The night sky seemed to be floating with clouds and mist, accompanied by the moonlight, turbulently fell on the broken places in the air, directly filling those holes with water, filling them up bit by bit.

"……what……"

The young recorder looked at the sudden change of scene outside, dumbfounded, only knowing that his tears were falling down.

In the vision blurred by tears, she seemed to see a figure who was blessed and prayed by her every day on the moon in the sky.There seemed to be auditory hallucinations in my ears, "Hahaha, don't cry, little girl. '

She was dazed for a few seconds, then cried out loudly, and stuffed Yushou back to her chest, only to find that the rope had been torn off by herself, so she simply stuffed it into her underwear without any hesitation, rolling and crawling Go to the conference hall.

"My lord—outside, outside!"

When the young meeting recorder was not wearing high heels, he ran out of the world like a trapeze.

She slammed open the door of the conference hall, but saw the picture of many contact screens that had been disconnected for a long time re-lighting. One command followed another.

"What, what's going on." The recorder stood at the door ignorantly,

The colleague burst into laughter, "The situation seems to be under control, we don't have to die hahahaha, why don't you go out, it's fine to be blown home by the wind."

"..." She must resign later, really.

In the sky, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly became interested in seeing the suddenly froze smile on Mikazuki Munekin's face.

It's really not an easy thing for Mikazuki Zongjin to show such an expression.

"Sanriyue, why do you have such an expression?"

He saw the cyan-haired Fu Sangshen turn his head slightly, and shifted his gaze from the building below to him, "Well, a very-cute little girl, isn't she?"

Why is it an interrogative sentence.

Doubts just flashed by, the point is——

Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his eyebrows, "Oh, does seeing a little girl make you so happy?"

"A little girl with pious thoughts will indeed."

"A believer, it's really enviable. I still believe in you at this time. It seems that among the many people you attracted by your appearance before, there are still people who really believe in you."

"Hahaha, maybe it's because the man and the knife are both big?"

"...I'm big too."

"Oh? Is the crane a taste? Your popularity is obviously very high."

"I'm sorry to bother you." Candlestick Kirimitaka couldn't bear it any longer, and the smile on his face had already disappeared, "When we are all cleaning up the mess for the government of time, you shouldn't be so happy... okay?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed hahaha, "It's interesting that Xiaoguang's words were omitted."

Sanriyue blinked, "We didn't talk about anything, it was just about big or small—"

"Enough!"

At the same time, in the formation of gaps in the space, the top officials of the Government of Time, who were still behind their heads, looked excitedly at the people on the screen.

But after calling for a long time, there was no response.

Finally, the high-level government officials who felt that something was wrong: "My lord?"

"Ho ho, ho ho ho..."

The sound of breathing like a beast came from the screen.

"Big, lord?"

The opposite side of the screen shook violently.

The high-level government of the time:? !

The next moment, "ahhhhh!!!!!!"

The author has something to say: Sanriyue: The little girl is really too open now, grandpa can't accept it

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: Is the little girl prettier than me?

The Government of Time: Ball, look at me