[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

When sneaking into Antu City quietly, Aphra couldn't hold back and asked her swords:

"If what you sensed was that Toshiro family, from the era, it shouldn't be here?"

I used to ponder "History of the Warring States" seriously, but stepped on Doraemon's time-space gate and fell into the wrong time and space. Now, under the messy background of "Sengoku Basara", Afra struggled with the original setting, feeling that the time and space The coffin board of the government/government is about to be overwhelmed.

"Well, how should I put it, the Fujishiro family is not all the works of Awataguchi Yoshimitsu. The birth time is also different, and it is too coincidental to gather together..."

Tangled in a strange place, Aphra couldn't help talking to herself.

Wuhua Taidao and Mikazuki Zongjin, who were first awakened by her, gently reminded her:

"In my memory, I have never been collected by a slippery ghost, Ji Jun."

Xiaohumaru also spread his hands, "Even if it wasn't a little fox who forged me, it wasn't a fox bigger than Xiaoshan."

They told Aphra from personal experience that it seemed impossible to expect an ordinary meeting.

Aphra instantly recalled the subversive Hokage world, and the Kyuubi who was very close to her, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Okay," she hesitated, touched the end of Qing Jiang's smiling face who leaned over with aggrieved face, "I was thinking too much. After examining the logic in the world of Zongman, this kind of thing should be forgotten Bar."

She gave up thinking, and stopped in front of the knife shop together with other swords.

The knifesmith had already left to rest, and there was no one on this street, only the reliable and safe night, and the faint moonlight that always followed Aphra's footsteps, illuminating the girl's vision.

Aphra took a deep breath, stretched out her hand a little guilty, and gently pushed the door open.

——Behind her, Tachi and Datachi, who are very poor in concealment and detection, all stood there unconsciously and carelessly.Wakizashi, who was far superior in comparison to these two values, consciously hid himself in a shadow that could not be seen, hiding his too eye-catching white attire.

Aphra: "..." Tired.

In the knife shop, there are neatly placed swords.The knifesmith who forged them obviously cherished it very much, and each one was wiped clean, sharp and bright.

Aphra hesitated, "If I wake up the swords and take them away, I will definitely bring trouble to the swordsmith. It is not just a matter of money. The Fujishiro sword is a famous sword that nobles and celebrities are eager to seek. If they suddenly disappear , I am afraid it will bring death to the swordsmith?"

"That's not the case, Ji Jun." San Riyue said softly, "Do you still remember my explanation at that time? In the world we lived in before, there is still a 'I' worshiped by the world! You just brought It’s all about leaving ‘Fusangshen Sanri Yue Zongjin’. If you really can’t understand it, just treat it as an auto-completion of the world. Nothing will really change, you just took away, um… something like, Zanpakuto's sword soul. In fact, that sword still exists."

"..." Aphra looked at Mikazuki Muneki with a special and complicated look, "I really don't want to know what you all watched in the original Honmaru."

Grandpa Dao, who was born in Heianjing, laughed loudly with an innocent look on his face.

Aphra lowered her head and supported her forehead, "In short, it's good to wake up all of them, right?"

"Wait a minute, please wake up Toshiro of the senior group first. They must have a clearer understanding of the current situation—" Jiro Tachi stood still in front of a short knife, "I originally thought so. But, Judging from the state I have noticed, it seems that the older the sword, the thinner the breath....Master, "the big sword turned his head, and there was a sympathetic sadness on his brightly made-up face, "these days A short knife is already one of the few swords in good condition."

The swords no longer speak.They suppressed the relaxed smiles on their faces, and looked at their companions sadly.

"It's okay." Aphra said suddenly, "There's no problem. Everyone, absolutely nothing will happen."

The little girl's voice fell to the ground, she took a step forward, and put her finger on the scabbard.

For the first time, she was earnestly and desperately trying to feel the existence of "spiritual power" in her body.

——When you suddenly opened your eyes and found that you did not die, but was reborn with a terrifyingly huge golden finger, what kind of feeling did you feel?

Aphra never really relied on Sims.She told everyone with half resistance that the magic of her body came from a game system with a full-level racial profession.She didn't believe in the so-called "spiritual power" before, because all the coincidences seemed to be caused by her fairy race, gardening skills, and various golden fingers.

But now—

Aphra actually prays to Sims for the first time.She hopes—she wants, she is willing to make the identity of the "god" that everyone mistakenly thinks is true.Aphra finally gave up being a human and became a god bound by human beliefs.As long as she can thus possess the vast power multiplied by the power of faith a million times.

Aphra felt that she probably really felt it.

It is the feeling of the ocean surface being gently trembling by the sea breeze.And the spiritual power that can fill a short knife with spiritual power in an instant and restore it to the level where it can be used for battle is just the level of being flicked on the strings for her.

Aphra hasn't figured out why this is, but she can't care less about continuing to think about it——

After the bright white fluorescent light passed, a little boy with white hair and golden pupils appeared in front of Aphra with a huge tiger.

He just froze for a moment, then begged in a trembling voice, "Lord, master! Help my brothers—Brother Yiqi, Uncle Minghu, Cattail, Gu Gu, Yaken Anika, and Goto , woo woo woo...!" He couldn't continue, his legs were weak and he was about to slip to the ground almost immediately.The beautifully striped tiger stepped forward and pushed the boy with his big head so that he leaned against him.

Taro Tachi quickly walked over, grabbed Dagger's shoulders, and gave him a silent but firm hug.

Afra did not stop at all.She continued to search, and pointed out the other swords, the short knives that still had consciousness, for Afra.

One, two, three, four... None of the short knives who came to life allowed themselves to be trapped in useless panic.They quickly saluted the new owner quietly, and immediately walked aside.The short knives who had already formed a tacit understanding were divided into groups, leaving the more stable short knives to comfort the younger brothers, others quickly checked the knife shop, and some cleaned up the traces of the sword walking.

"Master," a dagger in a light floral cloak and an orange helmet came up to remind him.His voice was low, he couldn't hide his worry, but he was also full of respect, "We should have been scattered in time and space, because the historical restorationists don't want us to be together... But, it was Brother Yi who did something What. He used spiritual power to protect all of us, so that we would not be scattered in other time and space, then Uncle Minghu, and later, Cattail and Bone..."

He controlled the tremolo in his breath, trying to sound a little stronger.

"if……"

The short knife didn't continue.Aphra moved her fingers away, and immediately supported the shoulder of the black-haired dagger who had just woken up.

Fu Sangshen, who had a pair of purple eyes, couldn't hide his trance for a while, and blinked in a daze.

"Yaoken!" The dagger beside Afra screamed, "Are you okay?"

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he could go past his master and talk to his brother.And Aphra pushed Yaken Toshiro over with empathy.

Just when Afra was about to move her palm away, she felt something weakly but firmly hooking the corner of her clothes.

The short sword wearing black leather gloves tried to bend his lips, and smiled slightly at the new owner who rescued the Toshiro family.

Aphra touched the tip of her nose a little shyly, then spread her wings behind her back and flew in other directions.

Almost at the same time, she awakened two wakizashis.

The silver-haired boy held another wakizashi in his arms.He looks in better shape than his long-haired black brother, looks like he's been given extra care, though, only a little bit better.He looked at Afra in silence, his lips trembled, and he opened his mouth in a shy voice: "...Thank you, thank you." He said.

As for the other Wakizawa, although he couldn't speak yet, he tried his best to laugh, full of energy, and stuck out his tongue at Aphra.

Afra hugged them one by one, leaving behind two bottles of elixir to replenish their physical strength.

The next one is the sword of Fujishiro's family, "Minghu" which has been mentioned by several short swords.

A young man in a mask appears with a little fox, which almost scares Afra because the fox can talk.

Um.Considering that Aphra has even made friends with the fox demon, this little scare will probably be laughed at by Bawei.

Aphra wrinkled her nose at the poisonous Bawei in her reverie, and shouted loudly when the little fox threw herself on Minghu, "Minghu! Open your eyes, breathe quickly, stand up quickly... !” And when he persistently pressed his small head against Dao’s arm, Aphra gently hugged him.

Aphra, who has the buff that can instantly capture the affection of all animals, rubbed the little fox's coat with her forehead.

"It's okay," she said softly, "I can feel a little bit now. The state of the awakened swords through spiritual power. Minghu will be fine, he just slept for too long and needs time to wake up. "

After Afra finished speaking, she gently placed the little fox, who had immediately calmed down, by Minghu's hand, and Dadao bent her arms, wrapping the fox in his arms.

The last one is a Taidao that Awataguchi Yoshimitsu only forged in his life, named after "one period, one strike", and was treasured by the royal family in later generations.

Aphra stared at it with full respect, and her eyes lingered on the gorgeous body, as if she had felt the torture that this sword endured silently, the pain of being swallowed by darkness, and even if the power of Fusangshen was exhausted, it would not The determination to protect my younger brothers.

She took a deep breath, slowly and non-stop, injected the maximum spiritual power that the sword could bear into it.

Too afraid of hurting the other party, too hopeful that the Toshiro family could be reunited, Aphra closed her eyes nervously, hoping that she could control her spiritual power well so that she would not do anything that would damage the sword.

She closed her eyes for a long time - until a hand was gently placed on her forehead.

The blue-haired, golden-eyed youth in military uniform looked at Aphra gently.

He slept for too long, if it wasn't for his concern for his younger brothers, he might have been lost in that endless, empty night.

At this time, awakened by a ray of light, I can open my eyes again and see the smiles of my brothers with tears in them, ah, this warmth——!

How, can let go?

Yiqi Yizhen lowered his head slightly, and touched the little girl's forehead with his lips through his white gloves.

In a lifetime, there is only one oath.

'I would like to follow you. '