When being possessed by the Honmaru

"Ah, Sanriyue Temple is coming this way." Yaoyan tried to divert everyone's attention with a subtle expression, "Let's continue to the next game, continue."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga winked at Yamato Shou'an, the two of them have been paddling for a long time, and they can't stay idle any longer.Before Mikazuki turned the corner and came here, the two Token Fusangshen quickly ran to the other side of the field, and the three of them opened a distance to facilitate the performance.

"Which part are we going to play? Tsurumaru Temple?" Yamato's peace of mind was not that high.Because both he and Tsurumaru are going to play the dark fallen Touken Fusangshin, how can they play against each other in the same lineup?If it's just a simple conversation, it's meaningless.

Therefore, Yamato Shou'an now has a feeling of suffocation that he wants to do something but is at a loss.

Tsurumaru saw his thoughts keenly, and blinked livelyly at him, with a hearty smile: "Let's act...becoming a time-traveling army and traveling back to history again and again, but we can't save the master. How about the dilapidated Dark Fallen Crane and Dark Fallen An Ding that you just watched?"

Yamato Moran's smile froze.

... Tsurumaru-sama, are you a devil?

Even if Yamato Mamoru wanted to make trouble, he couldn't think of such a tragic story.What is the worst thing for Touken Fusangshin?Of course, they wanted to save their most important protagonist, but they could only watch over and over again in vain.That kind of despair can hardly even be thought about, why is His Highness Tsurumaru being so cruel to himself? ?

As if aware of Yamato Mamoru Anding's slightly froze mood, before he could ask, Tsurumaru explained enthusiastically: "According to Mr. Suzuki's setting, stage plays are developed in this direction, I just expanded a little bit—"

When Tsurumaru Kuninaga raised his hand and gestured "a little bit" with his fingers, he waved his wide sleeves, his light and agile movements were like a white crane spreading its wings.The white-haired Fu Sangshen smiled with crooked eyebrows, crossed his waist confidently, and continued with an innocent face: "Besides, those people in this world like to persecute Tsurumaru Kuninaga in stories, and they like to see black-haired red-eyed people." "Dark Fallen Crane", I'm just persecuting myself one step ahead of them, isn't that interesting?"

"..." The corner of Yamato Moran's mouth twitched.

Good guy.Because human beings like to persecute 'Tsurumaru Kuninaga' in stories, did you preemptively persecute yourself into a dark fallen crane who is in a more miserable situation?As long as you are always faster than their persecution, they will not be able to catch up with Tsurumaru Kuninaga? ?

"That's probably the case. The black-stained crane is also a crane." Tsurumaru Kuninaga waved his hand to signal Yamato Mamoru not to care about so many details. Mikazuki had already seen it strangely. They couldn't whisper any more and had to start the show immediately.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who usually likes scares and pranks the most, should be the best performer in Honmaru.He covered his chest vividly, and raised his sleeves to cover it up. He didn't know what he had done. When he showed his face again, the corner of the young man's mouth was already stained with blood.The white-haired Dao Jian Fu Sangshen staggered and sat on the ground with a miserable expression, his face pale.

Yamato Shouping: "??!"

"...Stability." Tsurumaru's words became intermittent, but he managed to squeeze out a weak smile that was the same as usual, "This time, I failed...to save the lord, you can still...maintain your sanity ?"

Yamato Mamoru was not to be outdone, he looked down on Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was sitting hard but had no strength to stand up, his knees were weak, he staggered a few steps forward and fell heavily to the ground, he didn't even have the strength to get up.

Anqi Anping, who fell on the ground, stretched out a hand unwillingly, trying to find the location of his body knife with difficulty, and could only reluctantly turn his head to answer Anluo Tsurumaru's question, and his tone was also very relaxed: "...Well, it's okay. I can still hold on. It's just a pity...we have become more like monsters. Maybe after the next time...we won't even be able to talk."

The audience who just walked over Sanri Yuezong looked over in surprise: "...?"

As expected of Yamato Shunji.

According to this setting, the dark fallen Fusangshen who tried to save their masters but failed again and again will become more and more like time retrograde soldiers because of their constant travel and change of history—that is, the kind of ugly monsters that can only roar but can't speak.During this terrifying transformation process, An Luo An Ning and An Luo Tsurumaru were sober and voluntary throughout the whole process.

They understand all the consequences, and would rather be beheaded and killed by their former companions as monsters, die silently, and change the tragedy of their master's death before then.

The tragic beauty in this setting attracted Mikami Tsukimune, because the scenario imagined by Tsurumaru and Anding is consistent with what he said to Qingguang in California at that time, and it can be continued, and it happens that the three of them are all three His companion, Mikazuki Zongjin, pulled out his lightly wounded body sword, barely propped himself on the ground and knelt on one knee, joining the scene between Yamato Morita and Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Even though half of his face turned into a monster, the always elegant and calm young man in blue clothes did not lose his charm back then. He smiled calmly and said, "An Ding, leave the next battle to me. If you have time, go back to the army." By attracting the attention of the Fusangshen, you can approach the lord, right?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was vomiting blood, and Yamato Moran, who was panting, bowed their heads and raised their heads. The two couldn't help but looked at each other, with question marks all over their faces: "Why are there still people here to steal the show?" ! '

"No... Sanriyuedian, I should be allowed to do this kind of thing." Yamato Shou'an tried to get up while sincerely refusing, and he obviously failed.When he got up halfway, he fell back and could only lie on his stomach immobile. Yamato Moran's blue eyes gradually dimmed, "It's... I can't control my body anymore, can I only go here?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Tsurumaru, not to be outdone, let out a series of heart-piercing coughing sounds. He beat his chest indiscriminately. There were more and more "bloodstains" on his body, and the white cloak was soon soaked. and sleeves.Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was dressed in white and dyed bright red, was the most conspicuous among the three miserably.

"It's all dyed red, this is also a surprise." Tsurumaru Kuninaga stretched his brows and eyes in relief, his voice softened and became lower and lower.

"Your Highness Tsurumaru's acting skills are better." Keimaru, who was chasing and fighting over there, couldn't help but whisper to Yaken.

"Our acting skills are still very blunt, I just change the angle." Yaken Toshiro was a little ashamed.

"Hand blade..." Zongsan Zuowenzi was still chasing Kewan with his sword full of sadness.

……

The package that Yamabagiri Kunihiro was carrying dropped to the ground.

Behind him stood Hachisuka Kotoru, whose expression was also blank, and Imaiken, who was so anxious that he almost jumped up for a moment.

"...to the end." Yamabuchi stared blankly at all this, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak: "What...what happened in this pill?!"

At the door of the Time-Space Converter, lay the unconscious California Qingguang.

Behind the pig shed, Zongsan Zuowenwen, who was covered in blackness, was furiously chasing Knee Maru with a knife.

Mikazuki Zongjin was inexplicably slightly injured, Tsurumaru Kuninaga vomited blood miserably, Yamato Shou'an fell to the ground and couldn't get up again...

"Ah." Only Yaken Toshiro, who ran along but didn't get into the scene, was the first to discover this side.

After the black-haired boy squeezed out a dull syllable from his throat, he silently put down the dagger in shame.He ran a few more steps with unusually heavy footsteps, and then slowly...slowly stopped.

"...Mr. Yamabukiri, please listen to our explanation." Yaken said with difficulty.