Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Zong San Zuo Wenwen still remembered the appearance of this Omoru when he saw it for the first time, but it was only a memory brought back by his half soul nearly a month ago, but it was so deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

The pink guard was embroidered by my elder brother with stitches and threads.

He has always known his elder brother's superb manual skills, but he never thought that as his original spirit, he would choose to make the guards for them who are "separated spirits".

This garrison is the same as the one I got before, but it has a greater meaning.

Even though he said so, he couldn't bring it back, and even when he passed away, he couldn't keep the other party clean. The guard who was stained with blood, bathed in blood, couldn't erase the remaining traces.

Even though his whole body was shrouded in black energy, even though his eyes were covered by hatred, Zongsan still held tightly to that amulet, just like this, just like holding his brother's hand.

They are greedy for the temperature of their older brother, and even hope that it is spotless, just like their older brother.

But that bloodstain is hard to go away at all, even the black energy on his body will be stained on it.

Reluctant to let go, I can only choose to let go.

No matter how much reluctance, no matter how much love, it is not worth mentioning in front of this item made by my brother himself.

Destroy yourself, let my black energy stay away from him, let my death not affect its existence, let it know my sorrow... like this, it's like my brother doesn't know what happened to me Everything is average.

Before jumping into Jiedao Pond, he entrusted it to Sanriyue Zongjin with his own hands, Zongsan's left-handed smile showed relief, but was covered by the black air.

The flame burning on my body is nothing but purification and decomposition, so what is there to be afraid of?

The ultimate meaning of that amulet is nothing more than one to them—it was made for us by my brother.

For this reason, they do not want it to be destroyed.

Now, Zong San Zuo Wenwen put this garrison into his palm again. When the past came to his mind, he showed a smile again just like before.

The same relief, but no longer the relief at that time.

The sadness, hatred, and pain of the past all dissipated, leaving only the joy of reunion, infecting his heart, allowing him to hold it tightly without any worries, without worrying about any impact.

Zongsan Zuofuji looked at the white paper with the blessings from his elder brother, folded it gently, put it in his arms, turned his head to look at Xiaoye Zuofuji, who was also stunned beside him, stretched out his hand and rubbed it. His head, whispered: "Xiao Ye?"

Xiaoye Zuowen lowered his head, staring at the words on the white paper all the time, but his hands were trembling, his voice was lowered, weeping, and when he raised his eyes, there seemed to be water droplets swirling in his eyes, but what happened in the blink of an eye It's not ordinary either, his expression is serious and serious, as if he is discussing an important matter, "Do you want revenge?"

This sentence sounds a little nonsensical, but Zong San clearly heard what Xiao Ye said, and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He gently picked up the leaves that fell on Xiao Ye's head, and threw them aside, "Together with brother!" happy?"

Xiaoye Zuowen nodded seriously, "Happy."

Although there was no joy on his face, his eyes were brimming with joy, and there were shallow waves, which made his originally dark blue eyes a little angry.

Zong San Zuowen put away his smile, he raised his head slightly, the sunlight cast light and shadow on his face through the branches and leaves, his pink hair slanted across the bridge of his nose, and half of his face was hidden, leaving only the green eyes in the radiant eyes. Glittering under the reflection.

He stretched out a hand, took Xiao Ye's hand, raised his hand and picked a few persimmons for him, bent down and put them in Xiao Ye's arms, "That's enough, go find your brother and eat persimmons together."

Xiaoye's Zuowenzi's eyes lit up, and he responded with a louder voice: "Okay!"

Looking at Xiao Ye's left writing, which has always been cute and cute, Zong San let go of his hand, Ren Xiaoye ran to the other side of the room first, and he wrote a few words on the back of the white paper, carefully put it in the bag, and raised his hand to reapply. Tie your bag to the branch.

The pink bag swayed in the wind, Zongsan Zuofuji blinked and showed a slight smile, before he turned around and caught up with Xiao Ye Zuofuji who was running ahead.

Probably because the legendary happy events never come alone, right?

After finally being able to get along with their elder brother in person, Zong San Zuo Wenwen and Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen didn't want to separate their brother from the person in front of them at all, or in other words, they didn't want the other party to intervene in their Zuo Wenwen's family's life at all.

They have never liked this person in front of them, even though Zong San Zuowen once served the same monarch with him, he never had the slightest liking for him.

Of course, the other party didn't care about this at all.

In that Osaka Castle, they could still live in peace, but when they came to Honmaru, this is not a state where they can live in peace!

Xiaoye Zuowen stared at the man in front of him who was somewhat similar to Jiang Xuezuowen. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

He was a little vigilant, even more vigilant. Xiaoye, who had never met the other party, didn't understand why this person chose to live in the courtyard of Zuo Wenwen instead of following their god-inspectors—clearly a "follower" or not? ?

The man in front of them did have some similarities with Jiang Xuezuo's characters in appearance. The dark blue hair was the same as Jiang Xue's, with a gradual color difference from the root to the bottom, and the dark blue peach eyes were slightly different. Provoked, showing a contemptuous expression, his thin lips were straightened, he looked like he was sitting casually in front of them, but in fact he was sitting in a standard kneeling position, his movements were elegant and careless, he fiddled with the Amber played with the string of beads in her hand again, having a great time.

After hearing Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen's question, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the string of Buddhist beads he had begged from Jiang Xue Zuo Wenwen in his hand, and said lightly: "I am the master of your brother Jiang Xue Zuo Wenwen. , Masamune Jiang Xue, I am now your Servant of the God Judge, you can also call me Minamoto Raimitsu."

"Is it not only the sword Fusangshen, but also the heroic spirit?" Zong San Zuowen squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

Facing the two younger brothers of his own relatives and apprentices, Jiang Xuezhengzong still didn't mind explaining to them, "Men Laiguang is my previous life, and I should have transformed into a heroic spirit directly, but I was cheated by my friends, and I became After cutting the sword, the blade was broken in the fire, and just returned to the throne of heroes."

He sighed softly, "I think Zong Sanjun also has an impression of that fire?"

Zong San's left fingers trembled slightly, and returned to normal. He turned his head and found that Xiao Ye was staring at his hand, smiled and raised his hand to pinch his face, "I'm fine."

After making sure that his younger brother would not ask himself whether he wanted revenge, he turned his eyes to Jiang Xuezhengzong again. In a sense, the existence in front of him, who didn't know whether it was a heroic spirit or Fusangshen, was indeed his brother. Master, this cannot be denied.

Regarding the Holy Grail War, Sosan Zuowen and Saya Zuowen don’t know much about it, but just now the government of Tokino came to give instructions and help in a high-profile manner, and the huge light that emanated when summoning Eyuki Minamoto Raimitsu Masamune , but cannot be ignored.

So they also went to inquire about some news.

The so-called Holy Grail War is probably a group of people and heroic spirits fighting together, whoever survives will get a reward called the Holy Grail, and then make a wish.

They probably understood it so simply, so facing Jiang Xuezhengzong in front of them, they felt a little more ambiguous.

——Our god judges still rely on the protection of heroic spirits?When we all Honmarutsusangshen do not exist!

——It seems bad to fight or something, my brother hates such things.

——If he becomes a Heroic Spirit, does that mean that this guy was a good person in his previous life?

They looked at Jiang Xuezhengzong for a while, and they always felt that they seemed a little useless?

no!Now that he wants to live in Zuo Wenwen's courtyard, he must be isolated from his brother!We have not been able to successfully "resolve the past" with our elder brother, how can we let others insert into our "three-person world"? !

Zong San Zuowen's heart turned a few turns, thinking about how to drive the other party out of the courtyard logically, let him live outside reasonably, and don't come in, when he heard the other party speak.

Jiang Xuezheng looked around for a while, relying on his understanding of Jiang Xuezuo's writing, he found his room directly, without the slightest scruple, pointed to the room of Jiang Xuezuo's writing, and asked: "I will live in Xiao Jiangxue's place. Right! It’s just a good time to catch up on the old days.”

"Ah, no, my brother has always lived alone." Zong San replied quickly on reflex.

Jiang Xuezheng shrugged and didn't care about this matter. He waved his hand, "It's all right, isn't it just a safety issue? With me, a heroic spirit and sword, who else can hurt him?"

He clearly knew that what the other party said was not the same question as himself, but he still answered casually like this, got up and walked outside the house, and did not forget to leave a sentence: "I heard that there is a boy in this pill. He chats with Onikiri, you can do whatever you want."

He obviously walked into the courtyard, but he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to them seriously: "Believe me, compared to just born, you who have a certain sense of distance because of the previous things The two younger brothers, I, the master who has not seen each other for hundreds of years and was scouted by him not long ago, will definitely be able to get closer to him."

After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left contentedly.

Inside the room, Zong San Zuo Wenwen and Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen heard his words, their faces darkened, and they suddenly had the idea of ​​​​slashing each other ten million knives.