Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Jiang Xue Zuowen skillfully found a more comfortable place in Jiang Xuezhengzong's arms, ignored his action of pinching her cheeks, just muttered something briefly, and then rubbed against his arms again.

He stretched out a hand, grabbed Jiang Xuezhengzong's long hair hanging down in front of him, curled it around his fingers, lowered his head, and seemed to have infinite curiosity about this lock of hair, but in fact he was just hiding There are some complicated looks in my eyes.

Jiang Xuezheng changed his posture to make the little Jiang Xue in his arms more comfortable, then he showed a shallow smile, lowered his head and rubbed his soft cheeks, and then raised his head.

He sized up Tsurumaru Kuninaga with disdain, and sneered, "I've never seen such a black crane, mutant?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga said that he was hit by an arrow in the knee, and falling into the dark is beyond my control, and I am Baihe!white crane!It's just that the clothes are black!

He clutched his chest, made a look of heartache, looked at Jiang Xuezhengzong with grief, and accused him of causing great harm to himself by his outspoken words.

Jiang Xue Zhengzong didn't care whether this guy would feel heartache, he thought of his precious apprentice staying with this guy for one night, hehe, I'll kill you, you weird pedophile!

For the time being, he ignored the reason why Jiang Xuezuo's left characters suddenly became smaller, and threw out a sword flower. The silver blade hit Tsurumaru's shoulder and approached his neck little by little. Jiang Xuezheng looked at Tsurumaru with satisfaction. Yong Jing calmed down, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and lowered his voice, as if discussing, but actually made a direct decision:

"How about we go to the hand match field to learn from each other?"

Jiang Xue left the text and thought of Master's fighting power, and then looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, expressing (hearing) sympathy (seeing) joy (hearing) sympathy (seeing) for his upcoming encounter.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga clearly felt the coldness of the blade against his neck, thinking in his heart that your body was directly against my neck, if I said no, wouldn't you just let me break the blade?

He could only nod slightly with a wry smile, his whole head drooped, and obediently followed Jiang Xuezheng in the direction of Shougaichang as if he had lost his original vitality.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he saw Jiang Xue Zuowen lying on Jiang Xue Masamune's shoulder, staring at him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes lit up, and he sneaked a glance at Jiang Xue Masamune, it was fine, he didn't notice me.

He stretched his hand towards Jiang Xue's left writing, and saw a silver light flash in front of his eyes, and Tsurumaru jumped up with a cry of surprise, dodging the sword that was slashing at him, "Yaoshou! Kill the knife!"

Jiang Xue Zhengzong put his body back into the scabbard with a sneer, and then changed Jiang Xue's left text to lie on the shoulder, still touching his head with his hand, "Hey, let's stay away from such unscrupulous people. "

I really wanted to tell my master that the unscrupulous person he was talking about was actually one of the swords that supported everything when Honmaru was in distress. Jiang Xuezuo opened her mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Silently apologized to Tsurumaru Kuninaga in his heart, then he raised his sleeves and pointed at Tsurumaru Kuninaga's waist, "My body."

The voice was soft, it sounded like a baby, Jiang Xue Masamune's heart was going to be Suhua, he glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and continued to coax Jiang Xue, "It's okay, it's okay, the body is too heavy for you Alright, let this guy act as a temporary worker for a while."

He also raised the corners of his eyes and said contemptuously: "Oh, the temporary worker thinks highly of him too."

The corner of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's mouth twitched, feeling that his identity as one of the highest combat powers in Honmaru had been deeply questioned!

I am a sword who is older than you, do you understand?Moreover, I'm only idle because I've already reached full training speed, leaving everything to other people to do, and it's not my turn in the inner circle, so I'm so idle, not to mention that I seem to be very useless.

Anyway, the little hairball you are holding now is dressed up by me!

As soon as Tsurumaru Kuninaga thought of this, he proudly puffed up his chest, and looked at Jiang Xuezuo's writing, ah, as expected of my craftsmanship, it really looks cute and cute.

Then he thought that the "Barbie doll" he dressed up no longer belonged to him, and he lowered his head a little disappointed, "This world is really..."

"I'm sad." Jiang Xuezuo subconsciously took over the sentence, and then the two looked at each other, and silently turned their heads away.

Jiang Xuezheng glanced at the "interaction" between them from the corner of his eyes, and felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, so he quickened his pace and walked into the hands.

This wooden floor-based hand field has a huge area. There are some knife holders and wooden knives every few meters. It is convenient for the swordsmen who come to practice to store the body and take the wooden knives. The brown floor climbs the wall, and the surrounding There are several huge mirrors inlaid on the wall, allowing them to clearly see their movements of swinging knives, and there are water supply machines in the four corners.

All the equipment is set up for them to practice better, and there are already many people practicing in the hands:

The two of the Okita group who often stay together are still practicing thrusting; several members of the Sanjo family are sitting happily watching the battle between Imaken and Horikawa Kunihiro, holding hot tea in their hands; Three guns were fighting in the corner; several Fujishiro were also chasing and fighting in the hand field...

Jiang Xuezheng carefully looked at the environment here, "It's not bad, you can practice more."

Burying her head into his arms, Jiang Xue Zuowen said sullenly: "War... I hate it."

"No way, how can you hate war? Really, I don't know why I grew up." Jiang Xue Zhengzong smiled helplessly, pinching Jiang Xue's left-handed face, "You are a sword and a funeral God, it is very natural to fight, and there is no escape."

He said seriously, with a serious face, and turned back his avoiding face, "As the sword and Fusangshen, your duty is to fight. Even if you believe in Buddhism, you can't be killed because of such things." To escape, your identity means your responsibility, if you escape, it is not in line with your Buddhism."

"Here comes the new knife. Come, come and show Weifu." Little Karasuma walked over slowly, he looked at Jiang Xuezhengzong, and then at Jiang Xuezuo's writing in his arms, "Huh? Isn’t this Jiang Xue? Why did she get smaller?”

"I'm Masamune Jiang Xue, the work of Masamune Goro, and now I'm here as a Servant of the Holy Grail War of God Judges, may I ask who you are?" Masamune Jiang Xue frowned slightly because of Xiao Karasuma's "father" , but asked more politely.

"My little Karasuma is the sword that was born in the era when the current standard Japanese swords first appeared. In other words, it is equivalent to the father of all the swords here. But Servant?" Little Karasuma introduced himself with a smile, and then he was confused because of the new word. Doubts arose.

"It's a follower," Mikazuki Zongjin walked slowly, looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was still expressing the gloomy life with a smile on his face, "Hahaha... Jiang Xuedian will become smaller, so it's Tsurumaru you do What is it?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga shrugged his shoulders, and compared a "tiny" distance with two fingers, "It's just adding the medicine that Tsurumaru gave me to Jiang Xue's teacup when I went to practice before, and it's really nothing, Mikazuki you Didn’t you also enjoy such a thing at the time?”

"Oh? Is there such a naughty child?" Karasuma was a little surprised, "I didn't know that Tsurumaru likes to play so much as a father."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused and coughed, "Ahem... no, I'm still very good."

He fluttered his golden eyes, intending to make Karasuma believe in him.

Jiang Xuezheng squatted down, put Jiang Xue's left text on the ground, and took his hand with one hand, "Hey, stay here, I'll take care of that guy."

Jiang Xuezuo raised his head with some difficulty, watching Jiang Xue Masamune walking towards Tsurumaru Kuninaga step by step, and Tsurumaru retreating step by step.

Holding Jiang Xuezhengzong's body in his arms, he tilted his head slightly, avoiding Karasuma's hand touching his head, "Huh?"

Karasuma smiled, "I'm just curious, I haven't seen such a small child for a long time."

No, little ancestor, children still have short knives!In the corner over there, there is a group of Fujishiro who are aiming this way!

Jiang Xue shrank back from the left text, and then heard Tsurumaru Kuninaga's screams, showing a happy smile, which was completely different from the usual cold and sad.

Sanri Yuezong sat down next to Jiang Xue Zuowenwen, and then hugged him into his arms. Seeing Jiang Xue reflexively fell into his arms, he smiled and showed a kind smile: "Ahahaha! Either way, you can touch it."

He weighed Jiang Xuezuo's writing, felt his weight, and it was as light as expected, "Hahaha. It's still Jiang Xuezuo's writing when shrunk down."

Jiang Xue Zuowen frowned slightly, always feeling like where did he hear this sentence?By the way, wasn't that what Sankayue said when they found Mikayue's clay doll on that forum?Completely paraphrase, so lazy...

He turned his eyes to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been beaten bruised and swollen, and then glanced at the Genji twins who stood aside and looked at Jiang Xuezheng with admiration and admiration, and silently lit a candle for Tsurumaru.

With this momentum, it seems that the Minamoto twins are also going to play to help their former master Minamoto Raimitsu (Eyuki Masamune) teach Tsurumaru Kuninaga a good lesson.

"I'm very pleased to see you guys being so active as a father." Xiao Karasuma made a summary, half-covering her face with her long sleeves, showing a bewildered smile.