Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

The crescent moon with a pair of crescent moons hanging above the deep pool under his eyes, used the elegant gesture from Heianjing to stir up the untied hair on Fushishi's forehead, and his tone was so ambiguous that those who didn't know thought he was flirting.

"Main hall, you haven't called us for a long time, everyone in this pill is very lonely."

Slapping San Riyue's hand away, Fuishi didn't have the gesture of pity and pity this time, and he almost rolled his eyes and said: "So that's why you came out without authorization?"

Sanriyue rubbed the hand that was hit indifferently, and said with a light smile: "How come, I want to monopolize the time with the main hall."

Fuishi: "...No broken knife, right?"

Sanriyue curved her eyes: "I don't want to make the main hall angry yet."

"That's good." Fukiishi heaved a sigh of relief.

Since one day, the mobile phone that is said to be connected to her life suddenly appeared, and she flipped through the column of the diary again, and a chat group-like existence called Honmaru became her golden finger in swordsmanship. .

It is worth mentioning that even though it is a mobile phone diary, it functions like a summoning array, but what is more tricky is that the "summoning beast" can run out without her consent.

Of course, the beauty who came to see her the most times without authorization was this beauty named Sanri Yue Zongjin. What's more, the body of this beauty was a knife, also known as Fusangshen.

According to him, there are many Fusangshen with swords in Honmaru, but he is the most skilled among them, so every time he comes out, he firmly occupies him, which can be said to be self-defeating.

Fuishi gave up preaching to Sanriyue, anyway, this "grandfather" who claimed to be born in the eleventh century has never liked to listen to other people's preaching, and often fooled around hahaha.Sighing inwardly, rubbing his forehead, he said, "Since you've come out, please report the affairs in this pill."

Sanriyue curved her eyes: "Of course."

A series of names can also be said to be the names of swords. This thousand-year-old "ancient sword" came out unhurriedly and authentically. Together with the wind of falling flowers, it seems to be blown by the sound of palace silk and bamboo. Every move and every move is a painting that can become famous. .

Fukiishi sat by the corridor and compared the people who deal with daily affairs in this maru with the records in the diary that he has been flipping through recently. Due to the unexpected accumulation of data, he even went to the old library at the end of the review. The powerlessness of looking through history.

I often hold my mobile phone and look at it for three or four hours. Is this already the momentum of a teenager with Internet addiction?Although she has never been too obsessed with virtual things, but... do people who are addicted to two-dimensional pursue such beauty that is active in imagination?

Turning her head unconsciously, she stared at Sanriyue's face that was unparalleled among the people she knew, and lowered her eyes slightly.

If this is the case, it is not incomprehensible.

"Hahaha, does the main hall like my appearance?"

After a while, San Riyue smiled and handed over her face, "It's okay to touch it."

Fuishi sighed, raised his hand and pushed away, "Don't make trouble."

San Riyue sat upright with her eyes bent, "It's worth cherishing to be close to the person you like, even if it's a fight. The main hall, don't neglect us too much."

"Hey, Sanriyue," Fuishi crossed Erlang's legs and supported his crooked body with both hands, "I like you guys."

How could one not like such beauty?

When she first awakened the "future diary" that God gave her, a total of 47 knives hung high in the air. move away.

Each one is beautiful.

Quietly carrying divinity, waiting for someone to awaken the peaceful atmosphere, I can't help being attracted into it.

Fuishi showed a look of reminiscence on this side, but someone's expression changed slightly on the other side.

"..."

The pupils of Miriyue staring at Haru Sakura shrank in an instant, the bright moon with the highest divinity among the swords changed slightly, as if for a moment the moon from the bottom of the water was picked up, so that the illusory beauty became a reality.

"The main hall..."

Fukiishi wrinkled his nose helplessly, "What's the matter?"

This was purely an unconscious call from Sanriyue. After receiving a response, he quickly put away his exposed emotions, raised his wide sleeves to cover his lips, and once again protected himself completely.

"No, it's nothing," he said with a smile, "Everyone will be very happy to be liked by the main hall."

Fuishi couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, "It's so easy to be satisfied, you guys, although you are self-willed enough..." Thinking about the trouble these people caused when he lived alone, he couldn't help sighing just thinking about it.

San Riyue's high hanging string moon's eyes bent and agreed from time to time: "That's really rude."

In a corner that Fuishi could not see, or in an unknown state of mind.

The cold and proud Sanriyue Zongjin once questioned people's hearts in a strange way.

It is so easy to be satisfied, but why is it always dissatisfied?

Throughout history, through ups and downs, and in the hands of countless heroes, there are too many regrets and unwillingness left on the blade of Sankai Yuezongjin. These human disputes have become knots that no one can comment on.

Back in Honmaru, the first person I met was Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was supposed to be in Madangban today.

Tsurumaru waved his hand that glowed white in the night, his narrowed eyes seemed to harbor malicious intentions no matter what.

"Hey, Sanriyue, is the main hall still alive today?"

Sankaiyue passed him by with a smile: "What are you talking about, Tsurumaru, she is our main hall. Speaking of which, you are a horseman today. Didn't you serve the horses together with Yuwei? You will be scolded by Hasebe for being lazy. of."

"Forgive me!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who hadn't even changed into an internal fan suit, turned around lightly, catching up with Mikazuki's steps like a crane, "I'm here, of course, to prevent certain things from happening, you don't care about that Don't you know, old man?"

Sanriyue paused, and when she walked away again, her voice was clear and elegant.

"Who knows."

Tsurumaru, who didn't expect to be answered casually, stopped in a daze, watching Mikazuki walking a certain distance without stopping, and then hurried to catch up.

"Hey, wait for me."

San Riyue stopped with a light smile, turned around, and glanced at the neat, clean Honmaru inch by inch, full of spiritual power and spring breath.

"Tsuramaru, you know, it didn't look like this at the beginning, it's because of the main hall that Honmaru is suitable for the survival of Token Fusangshen."

Tsurumaru almost bumped into Mikazuki who stopped unexpectedly, but what he said next was the real blow.

Crane, who has always liked to be frightened, turned pale, and his deep eyes fell on San Riyue.

Sanriyue smiled and said: "This hommaru is like a new life no matter where it is, there is only one place, and it will never change back to the original." After finishing speaking, he walked calmly through this long corridor and turned the corner ahead without worrying at all. Tsurumaru Kuninaga was calm and determined to catch up again.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who stayed where he was, lowered his head, scratched his short white hair vigorously for a while, then squatted down and hugged his head.

There is only one place in this pill that will not be restored due to the existence of Fukiishi, and that is the room belonging to the God Inspector.

The smashed paper door, the blood-stained patio, the tatami mats covered with knife marks, and the enchantment that has not been repaired so far.

Put it in other Honmaru, that place should have been the private place of the god judge, and also the place where Token Fusangshen hoped to stay forever, but in this Honmaru, it was rotten and worse than a shabby room.

"Mr. Crane? Why are you here, still dressed for battle?"

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who was passing by with rice balls looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was crouching into a ball with his head in his arms in surprise. This guy isn't thinking of scaring again, is he?

Tsurumaru Kunianaga stuck his head out from between his arms, like a baby bird just emerging from an eggshell, "Little Hikari, Crescent Moon is back."

Candlestick Cut's pure golden eyes immediately sharpened, "What did he do?"

"Didn't do anything," Tsurumaru straightened his side and shook his head, "It's just that he mentioned the judge."

It is worth mentioning that in this Maru Fukiishi is Fukiishi, and the God-inspector is the God-inspector. The two have never been juxtaposed. Even though everyone calls Fukiishi Nono the main hall, but...

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's expression darkened, "We must keep it hidden, as long as the main hall does not come to Honmaru this time, then we must keep it hidden."

Tsurumaru kuni frowned disapprovingly, but didn't say anything else to stop it.

Candlestick eagerly looked at the cherry blossoms that were blown into the yard by the wind and were still falling at this moment, and said indifferently but cruelly: "I don't believe that anyone can accept this Honmaru who has died eight times. Even if they can accept it, they will not accept it." Who's going to believe it."

Since you can't trust them, even if it's deception, you have to keep them.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Little Hikari...do you still remember what happened to Gara-chan?"

"...No, I forgot." Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong handed over the rice ball shaped like a bunny, with a smile still on his face, "This is a sweet rice ball for the short swords. Mr. Crane wants one. Do you want to try it?"

"Ah, this is really good!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga pretended not to notice that the candlestick was cut strangely, picked up the rice ball and took a bite, "Delicious! The food made by Xiaoguang is delicious!"

Candlestick smiled brightly and said: "Mr. He should go change clothes and go to Ma Dang Fan after eating. I just saw cattail looking for you everywhere."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly showed a bad expression, "Ah! This time I'm in trouble."

"Mr. Crane, take heart."

"Okay, but before that, I have something to do first, I'll talk about it later, Xiaoguang!"

After finishing speaking, Tsurumaru strode forward with long legs, and ran lightly across the clean corridor. Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada stood there and shook his head helplessly, but before he lifted his footsteps, he stopped suddenly, clutching his forehead hard, faintly at this moment. There was a dark breath coming from his body, but it disappeared when he felt no pain.

Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong was surprised by the sudden appearance and disappearance of headaches, and murmured as he walked: "I need to see Yaoyan, can knives also get sick?"

Tsurumaru, who ran away first, rushed into the Yamato room specially reserved for Mikazuki by the previous god judges. Not surprisingly, he was wearing a gorgeous combat uniform, at most he had removed some metal accessories, and he was dressed in a blue hunting suit. Kneeling in front of the porch and drinking tea.

Looking at the crescent moon like this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly stopped in place.

San Riyue turned her head, "Hahaha, He, what else can I do?"

Tsurumaru said inexplicably: "Are you in a good mood?" At this time, he had already walked to Mikazuki and sat down.

Sanriyue curved her eyes: "Well, that's right, the main hall is indeed a very good girl."

Tsurumaru's eyes lit up when he mentioned the content related to the God-inspector this time.

"What's going on? Ever since you were able to freely travel back and forth between Honmaru and the present world, this spot has always been taken by you. Now you still hide and don't tell us about the situation of the main hall. Sankayue, you are so unkind!"

"Hahaha, is that so? I'm sorry," Sankaiyue took a sip of tea slowly, and then said under Tsurumaru Kuninaga's staring eyes, "She said she likes me, hahaha, she was wrong, she said she likes us." Seeing the sudden change in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face, he added the first and second half of the sentence with a smile.

"..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga stared at this old and disrespectful guy speechlessly, shook his head and sighed: "Do you like it? If you like it, don't kill the god judge this time."

Three-day Yue Zongjin bent his eyes with no emotion, "Hahaha."

The author has something to say:

Before Sanriyue leaves the factory, I have hinted it many times, such as swordsmanship that is not human, suitable for demons and immortal for thousands of years, etc.

Then, clang clang——

Sanriyue Zongjin, no doubt the heavyweight male lead candidate, what do you think about this grandpa who is the most beautiful of the five swords in the world and has a beautiful appearance like Xuanyue?

The three-day moon in the setting of this article is beautiful and dark at the same time. Of course, other people are not in vain. Please believe that what Fuishi took over is definitely a mess =V=, a mess worse than you imagined.

By the way, aunts in the national uniform, I am only short of a tortoise shell, but Temi, just won’t come! ! !