Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

There are many things Zong Sanzuo does not know, but there are also many things he knows.

He actually knew that Jiang Xuezuo Wenwen didn't want to stay in this pill for a long time at first.

It was an afternoon as usual, the sun shone down on the forest, and cast light and shadows through the dense branches and leaves, which also cast a layer of light on Zong Sanzuo's writing.

He has been here for a long time, countless sword Fusangshen passed in front of him, but none of them chose to pick him up.

That's right, as a knife fighter with a very high explosive rate, he can be seen everywhere whether it is forging knives or playing battles, which is not uncommon.

This is a high-level battle location, there is already another him in this pill who can go here, why bring him back.

Occasionally, an elder brother or Saya would pass by, chat with him, and finally send blessings to him, but he could not be brought back to Honmaru.

This is life, right?Zongsan Zuowen always felt this way before meeting Jiang Xuezuowen, and later, he felt so even more.

To be honest, when he saw Jiang Xuezuo's words, his heart was very peaceful.

Brother, he won't take me back to Honmaru.

Zong San thought so, and watched Jiang Xue Zuowen walking back and forth in front of him several times, as if he was lost. Although he felt that his elder brother should not be a road idiot, but as a younger brother, he still took his duties seriously. to tell him the right direction.

So far, Zong San still remembers Jiang Xue's eyes on Zuo Wen at that moment. Helplessness, sadness, pain, and struggle were entangled in his eyes, but joy and joy bloomed in them, even a little cautious.

He couldn't understand why his elder brother had so many emotions because it was just a line of guidance, but at that moment, the hand that his elder brother stretched out to him, that warm embrace, was the moment when he felt the salvation of the world.

Seemingly logical, he was brought back to Honmaru by Jiang Xuezuo's words, only then did he realize that this Honmaru, who possesses countless high-level rare swords, can't make up those not rare swords!

In the first phase, Yizhen was looking at the scattered brothers every day, thinking about how to dig out his younger brothers from Daban City!

The Sanjo Iyanrong was talking about Jinjian Xiaotengu all day, come here, and Honmaru rode on his shoulders!

And his elder brother, Jiang Xuezuowen, faced this empty courtyard every day, and always adhered to the principle that everyone couldn't understand-don't pick up the knife. broken.

Zong Sanzuo still remembered that when he returned that day, his elder brother carefully placed himself on the knife rest and stroked his own body, but he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

He also remembered that the first sentence of the black-haired and black-eyed interrogator was: "If it is really summoned, then you will have a bond with this place, and you won't regret it?"

Jiang Xuezuo's answer was plain but firm, flowing into the depths of Zong San's heart like a warm current, "I don't regret it."

After all, Zong San Zuo Wenwen was born. Under the expectation of his elder brother and under the watchful eyes of the judges, he slightly lowered his head and introduced himself to them: "...I am Zong San Zuo Wenwen. You, too, want to Let the symbol of the king of the world accompany you...?"

The following days were still ordinary, living together with his elder brother in the huge empty courtyard, having separate rooms, this was something Zong San Zuo Wenwen had never thought of.

The god judge is very busy, basically the whole Honmaru doesn't have much impression of her, but she is really good for them, every small gift, the monthly Honmaru funds ready at any time, the installation of all Honwan's equipment, every There are a lot of guards in my hands...everyone likes her very much.

But Zong San Zuo Wenwen knew a little secret that no one else knew—the God-inspectors actually appeared often, but they always came to Jiang Xue Zuo Wenwen's place every time.

Zong San didn't know the reason why his brother and the judge were so familiar, but they didn't completely avoid him when they met, so they bumped into each other a few times.

Strange to say, it seems that the judge just came to drink tea with his elder brother. The two of them just drank tea face to face without any communication. leave.

This kind of "since you think so, it's better to let xx handle this matter", no matter how you look at it, it is the conclusion reached after discussion, but Zong San has been sitting by the side without hearing any communication, I didn't even see it.

Could it be telepathy?

However, he would not say this kind of thing, even if he faced the marriage knife of the God Judge—Sanri Yue Zongjin, he would not say anything, so as not to cause misunderstandings, after all, the elder brother and the God Judge are really friends Friendship!

After a month of living like this, Zong San has become a medium-level fighting force in Honmaru. He finally couldn't hold back, and after passing Xiao Ye Zuowenzi countless times, he picked up a Xiao Ye.

Fortunately, Jiang Xue didn't say anything, and Zuo Wenwen's family was successfully gathered together, which was a great joy.

Zong San never thought that there would be an accident. The God Judge seemed to be an existence with a strong background and strength. No one thought that she would overturn, let alone that before she left, she would look for Jiang Xuezuo's words in the middle of the night to ask for his protection. Honmaru.

It must have been a huge accident. From that night on, the wedding sword fell into a daze. Although Honmaru was functioning normally, the feeling that the spiritual power in his body was gradually becoming difficult could not be concealed.

No one knows where the god judge went...

Oh no, someone knows!

Zong San Zuowen chose to ask his elder brother. In his eyes, all the close contacts between his elder brother and the god judge, and their "occasional discussion topics" relationship, all indicate what Jiang Xue knows.

But the elder brother didn't say anything, just lamented as usual: "As long as there is a fight, there must be one party immersed in sorrow."

Zong San roughly knew what this meant, probably war, right?There is nothing but war to make my brother say such things.

He temporarily let go of his heart, but he never thought that the nightmare would start like this.

When he saw his blood-stained brother leaning against the wall like that, dying, Zong San could no longer restrain the grief and resentment gushing out of his heart.

Slowly approaching, slowly supporting, such movements are gentle, Zong San doesn't want to hurt him any more, the elder brother they have always loved and admired, just lying in his arms weakly, his breathing is unstable, his body The blood seemed to flow endlessly, and it couldn't stop at all.

Not long after, Zong San's clothes were already stained red, but he didn't care at all.

In the room of the God Inspector, what they thought was the past was just the result of the other party's experiment, and the spell that flooded their memory actually fascinated their eyes.

Once upon a time, they thought that it was an honor for their elder brother to become the saber of the God Judge, and it was something that made them both proud and jealous.

However, this so-called doting was just superficial, they had never seen their elder brother, and from the moment the God Judge held his elder brother's body, they never saw his elder brother again.

Even though their eyes are bewildered and they cannot see the truth, they still have the position of elder brother in their hearts.

It probably came from the induction between brothers, there would be that kind of bad premonition occasionally, but I chose to ignore it.

But Zong San couldn't imagine, if they didn't wake up because of the movement last night, and didn't secretly open the door to check outside, they couldn't find Honmaru in the courtyard at all.

The snow fell so heavily, the cold weather was like their hearts at that time, suddenly there was no temperature.

From the moment he saw his blood-stained brother gently put the persimmons and plum blossoms on the veranda last night, the moment he burst into tears involuntarily, he realized something, but he just couldn't believe it.

Gently caressing Jiang Xue's face with his palm, Zong San lowered his head under the bewildered eyes of the other party, ignoring his blood-stained hair from his movements, rubbed forehead to forehead lightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother... ...Why do you bother? You have been injured so badly, yet you still want to secretly send over persimmons and plum blossoms..."

He said so, but the tears couldn't stop falling on Jiang Xue's face, which was quite cool.

Jiang Xue opened her mouth in Zuowen, and finally spit out a few words: "I...don't regret..."

His arm fell weakly, and the seal not far away was still shining brightly

This is the first time that Zong San Zuo Wenwen hated two people so much:

He hated himself for not being strong enough, for not being able to prevent the new God Judge from breaking off his brother's body!

He still hates this new God interrogator, he doesn't know what this person did to his elder brother, but the inner suit on his elder brother's body that has changed from dark blue to dark red, and the body blade full of dense shards, They all told him that Jiang Xue had been tortured by the other party until now...

Standing in the seal, the god judge did not hesitate to break off the main body of the Jiang Xuezuo script that had been used in his hand one second before the radiance was at its peak, completely breaking it into two parts.

She was actually smiling, as if she was the real winner, and she didn't care at all, looking at the figure of Jiang Xuezuo's text not far away that disappeared with the body, without any touch.

Buddhas and demons, Buddhas and demons, one thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

The eyes of Zong San Zuowen turned crimson, but they were finally enveloped by the black gas, and they were no longer clean...

At this moment, the God Inspector in front of her was standing on the veranda, with the same contemptuous and indifferent eyes as before, she opened her hands with a smile, and said that sentence: "He died, just like last time. "

Zong San Zuowen finally couldn't hold back the resentment that had been hidden in his heart for a long time but was suppressed for his brother, and drew his sword backhand.The gloomy aura that had long enveloped his body but was suppressed suddenly erupted, enveloping him completely, even the clothes turned dark, the tailbone suddenly elongated, the bone tail pierced through the clothes, hit the wooden board with a crisp sound, and his eyes were completely shattered. It turned into blood red, and bone spurs gradually grew.

At this moment, he, as well as Xiao Ye, are no longer the clean Touken Fusangshin in Honmaru, but the Dark Falling Sword Fusangshin.

"Those who hurt my brother... are unforgivable!"

Without hesitation, he pierced the heart of the god judge with one knife, and Xiao Ye mercilessly made up the knife behind him.

There was no need to hesitate, let alone think, roars came from their throats, full of anger and grief.

This is the second time, the second time that my brother's Broken Blade, but I still can't protect him well... Obviously, everything is moving towards a better future, but it is destroyed by this person in front of me.

It seems that the pain has been too much, so that their tears have been squeezed out, and finally it is difficult to shed after the clothes are wet.

The judge didn't seem to feel any pain. She smiled lightly and shook them away with the last of her strength. The blood splashed from her body stained their clothes and fell to the ground again. The persimmons and guards on the ground were no longer clean, her eyes fluttered, lost their original look, and returned to calm.

Zongsan and Xiaoye stood on the veranda just like that, glanced at the persimmons and Omoru on the ground from the corner of their eyes, their hands were trembling, but they stooped firmly to pick them up.

Gently wiped with the only clean corner of the clothes, the tears finally slipped down the corners of the eyes, staining the clothes that had no longer regained their original brilliance.

Sweeping the long hair behind him, Zong San gently placed the mormori on his chest, as if he could see the earnest expression of his elder brother who sewed the mormori with his own hands.

How could you not know?They have also been watching the planting and growth of the persimmon tree. They have already known his brother's intentions and are looking forward to his "surprise", but how would they know such a scene?

If... If I could come back earlier, even earlier, instead of staying in the courtyard for a while after returning, and returning directly to my own courtyard, wouldn't it be... that I could save my brother?

Zong San and Xiao Ye's eyes gradually lost their expression, as if the world had also lost its color.

Why are we still alive?

What are you waiting for in this world without a brother?

Obviously everything I want to protect has disappeared...