[Sword Ranbu] Judges of the gods also have to go to the battlefield

Yan Rong left the room without a sound, and the judge looked at him with some doubts, and then he was attracted by Jiro's bear hug next to him.

The house expansion project stopped during dinner, and Yan Rong bent down and got into a room that seemed to be more than half completed, and closed his eyes against the entrance to take a nap.

A one-day expedition was not too hard for him. He guessed that the reason why he felt tired was probably because the short knives who left him suddenly... After all, it was the first time they met after many years, and Yan Rong could understand their feelings mood, but the sadness around the emptiness is still more and more obvious.

He likes those small short knives and couriers, and being with them is like getting a great cure. The bloody memories of hunting with swords and killing thousands of people are far away from him. On that day, the scene of the master suffering from thousands of arrows can also Get out of your mind for a while.

However, when he is alone like now, the past is still relentlessly emerging one by one. He seems to have returned to Yan Rong who was full of hostility at that time, making the swordsmen frightened by the news, and killing irresistibly on the five bridges in the night.

A pair of white and tender hands suddenly covered his eyes, and there was a burst of crisp laughter from behind, all the disputes disappeared in an instant, and the corners of Yan Rong's lips could not help but curl up.

He grabbed those little hands, and couldn't hide the joy in his tone, "It's Jinjian."

Jin Jian, who was easily guessed, let go, sat lazily in Yan Rong's arms, and was embraced by him naturally.

Jin Jian raised his head back, "I haven't said anything yet, why did you guess it all at once?"

Yan Rong rubbed against his forehead happily, "Because we have known each other for almost 1000 years."

"1000 years..." Jin Jian's white and tender face wrinkled.

"Is not it?"

Jin Jian rubbed Yan Rong's face with the tip of his nose, with a slightly apologetic tone, "Because I was burned, I don't remember that kind of thing anymore."

Yan Rong was silent for a moment, then hugged Jinjian tightly, "It's okay if I don't remember."

"However... I still remember the matter with the master clearly."

On that day, the master was cornered by the Fujiwara family. After killing his wife and daughter, he used him to kill himself at the last moment.

His blade sliced ​​through his master's abdomen, warm flesh and blood covered his body, and a raging fire followed, in which even the blade was burned and destroyed.

That day, the strong unwillingness and despair, even if he forgot everything, he will never forget this emotion, this pain and hatred.

Feeling Yan Rong's warm palm patted his back, Jin Jian's eyes recovered a little, and then sighed faintly, "I was with the master until the last moment, but I couldn't do my best to protect the sword. Obligation."

"Jinjian is very good," Yan Rong's tone softened, "He has protected the dignity of the lord."

"Is that right?"

Yan Rong nodded affirmatively, "Of course."

Jin Jian showed his bright smile in the past again, and left a "boo" kiss on Yan Rong's face, "I like Yan Rong the most!"

The haze of history was swept away by Jin Jian's words, and Yan Rong stroked his head lovingly, "I also like Jin Jian the most."

He won't let that kind of thing happen again, because of the power of the god judge, they once again got a chance to be born again, and this time, no matter what, he will definitely protect Jinjian and never let him get hurt again.

"It seems... is it going to the pine?"

The voice of the inquisitor came from outside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps, as if many people were walking towards this side.

Jin Jian and Yan Rong raised their heads at the same time, and saw the God-inspector walking outside the entrance.

Finally found the two of them, Hao Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "What are you two doing here?"

Imai held up his fingers, "I'm playing a game of peek-a-boo."

Hao Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Stop playing, let's have dinner."

He stepped aside a little, led a group of primary school students Yizheng forward, and bowed sincerely to Yan Rong, "Thank you for taking care of my younger brother during my absence."

Yan Rong waved his hands a little shyly, "I am also very happy to get along with everyone, that... no need to say honorifics!"

The five tigers retreated from the first stage and came out, blushing because they were very happy. He put the little white tiger cub he was holding into Jinjian's hand, "Please... please make peace with us..."

Wu Hutui accidentally stuttered a complete sentence, and immediately lowered his head in shame, "I'm sorry..."

Yan Rong laughed heartily, hugged Wuhutui with one hand, and Jinjian with the other, and stood up easily, "Let's go, let's eat~"

Hao Ning, who followed at the end, looked at Yan Rong who was in a good mood. Such a gentle person probably not only has short knives, but other knives will also like him more and more.

The tedious battle is still going on, the forge has not produced new knives for several days, the swordsmith cried and begged Hao Ning not to throw him into the furnace... But Hao Ning didn't have that kind of thought at all!

On the other side, in order to be more efficient and safer, Hao Ning readjusted the first team, the four-petal flower's first phase of a shock plus Tsurumaru, and then the highly practical Candlestick Kiri and Kanesan, and finally It is Taro and Emaru two big swords.

Because after marching into the Five Maps, the enemy's long-distance combat strength is too strong, Hao Ning also prepared some more shield soldiers for this, this is the first time he went out without the company of Yamabuchi, after the reluctant farewell— —

Hao Ning was stuck in the 5-2 map for seven days.

From the initial worry about the enemy's firepower to the fearless attack against the artillery fire, destroying the marching army is as easy as crushing an ant. Now the marching army is almost scared to raise the white flag when they see them.

Hao Ning also felt that during this experience, he seemed to be about to become a muscular man, and he would counterattack Yamabuchi at that time, he secretly thought.

The only harvest is that I picked up the Odachi Ishikimaru, which is also enshrined in the shrine, on a dead end road. However, more often than not, I am constantly brainwashed by "Kakaka" and the inexhaustible selection of African kings.

Could it be that his whole life was in the hands of this map... Hao Ning shed tears of humiliation.

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PS: The owner of Yanrong is the retainer of the owner of Jinjian~