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I'm not.

I do not have.

Don't talk nonsense.

Denying Sanlian floated through her mind, Qingliu looked at the gloomy beauty in front of her, and hesitated to speak.The aura similar to the two national treasures before had already clearly told her the identity of the one in front of her - no doubt it was another sword that was treasured by a museum, enough for her to be imprisoned forever.

"I'm Zongsan Zuowen." Fu Sangshen met the girl's perplexed eyes, and said his name in a cold tone.After finishing speaking, he smiled slightly mockingly, "It must have disappointed you if you didn't come here all at once."

I'm not.I don't.Don't talk nonsense.

Hesitating to speak for another moment, Qingliu silently raised her hand to cover her face, saying to herself that I can't afford to compensate any of you.

—So please, no one should come.

--real.

With a sullen face unconsciously, Qingliu's inner villain was so mad that he smashed his head against the wall, and then fell limply on the ground with his face covered in blood.She really wanted to firmly deny that she was not their master as before and stop shouting, but based on the experience of the two knives before, it was obviously useless to say so.

and……

Really not?

Thinking of this, Qingliu hesitated for a moment, but did not say anything.

"That... Excuse me." The silver king who was still ignored by the side raised his hand, his tone sounded a little timid at first, but his eyes were bright and scary, and he was full of interest, "Excuse me, this gentleman just now, who claimed to be Zongsan Is it Zuozi?" As if he was afraid that Qingliu could not hear clearly enough, he repeated, "That Sosan Zuozi of Oda Nobunaga?"

It’s over.

Her head buzzed and went blank, and Qingliu didn't know why her first thought was this word. Before her brain could even react, her body had already rushed over consciously, and opened her arms to hug the murderous The sword pays the mourning god.Raising his face and looking at him pitifully, he opened his mouth and really didn't know what he wanted to say.

And this action seems to be a bit skilled.

She thought silently, and waited for the ups and downs of Zongsan Zuowen's body to stabilize before letting go of her hands silently.

"In short, just...although I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid he will stay on board for a while, and I... the only thing I want to say is that he is indeed Fu Sangshen in Zong Sanzuo's script." Qingliu blushed, and said to him Weitzman said, "But what's going on, to be honest, even I haven't figured it out myself, so I can't explain it to you."

She couldn't help but sighed, and lowered her head in frustration, "That's it."

"It's okay." Weitzman replied quickly, turning his gaze from Zong San Zuowen to Qingliu, and said with a smile, "Of course."

A girl from another world.

Seems to be an anthropomorphic embodiment of a national treasure.

To be honest, Weitzman was very interested... The heart of a scientist began to stir again, with curiosity and a strong heart of inquiry, he woke up unexpectedly.

The days on board are not boring either.

Anyway, there is a network.

The otaku culture in the other world is equally rich. Qingliu got mad for a short time after the drama she hadn't finished, and after a few days of reviewing the game, she also settled down to experience a completely different culture.Weitzman will also communicate with Qingliu about the differences between the two worlds, and seems to be very interested in the world without the king.

Compared with these, Qingliu cared more about the Sword Fusangshen.

Compared with Mikazuki Munechi and California Kiyomitsu before, Zong Sanzuo's presence in writing is almost equal to zero. He doesn't seem to have much enthusiasm for bringing Qingliu back to Honmaru, and he even seems a little indifferent to talking to her.But when Qingliu's attention was taken away from him, Zong San's Zuowen's gaze followed him like a shadow, indifferently carrying a slight hatred, but the hatred was not complete, making it impossible not to care about it .

Paji smashed the book in the face, Qingliu got up from the sofa, looked at Weitzman who was obviously watching the show with his chin propped up, and turned his head slightly.

Almost as soon as her attention was turned away, that gaze instantly retracted.

Fu Sangshen, who looked like a young man, sat cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling window, lowered his eyes, and concentrated on wiping his body.Long soft pink hair fell down from his shoulders, covering his elegant side face. The sun shone in from the outside and fell on him, shining brightly with the sword in his hand for a moment.

... No, this person was originally a sword.

After a while of silence, Qingliu's consciousness seemed to be in a trance again. Her eyes fell somewhere in the void, as if she saw pieces of cherry blossoms falling from a high place.Fu Sangshen with strange-colored eyes stood not far away, staring at her indifferently, his eyes were dark and complicated, he couldn't tell whether it was resentment or something else for a moment, he couldn't see clearly clearly.

you...why...

...Since... got me...

"A bird in a cage." Fu Sangshen sighed, his tone was indistinct, "Sure enough, this is my fate."

--what?

"The sword that is the symbol of the world, ho... it can only be treasured."

——This is obviously just...

Struggling desperately to open her eyes, her eyelids were as heavy as if there were heavy rocks on them, and she couldn't open them no matter what, she could vaguely hear someone calling herself, it seemed to be Weitzman, and it seemed not , Qingliu wanted to hear it more clearly, but the sound gradually faded away, her consciousness became more and more sinking, and finally she fell into a deep darkness that was completely unavoidable.

--game.

——The judge of God.

——The flurry of swords.

From the very beginning, I knew, oh, the truth of the so-called world.

But master, you are by our side, you will always be there, right?

--chaos?

"In the future, I will definitely come back to see you... Try to buy this world."

……fraud.

The girl sat up abruptly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The information in the dream quickly blurred into colorful patches, Qingliu panted heavily, and there were white stars in front of her eyes. She raised her hand to press her forehead, closed her eyes hard, and shook her head to calm herself down.

"Sanriyue Zongjin said that you lost your memory, I didn't believe it at first." A slightly soft voice sounded from the side, and Zong San Zuowen sat down on the chair beside the bed, and handed Qingliu a glass of water.He looked at Qingliu for a while, then restrainedly looked away, and landed aimlessly on the ground, his blood-colored lips curled up slightly, and even brought a cold smile.

"I..." Qingliu paused, "I don't know if I lost my memory."

——But it’s probably true amnesia.

His eyes drifted away for a moment, Qingliu pursed his lips, he really couldn't remember where there was a loophole in his memory.

She fell silent, and Zong San Zuowen didn't seem to want to speak much.The room suddenly quieted down, breathing could be heard, Qingliu subconsciously pondered what Weitzman should be doing now, and was a little curious why Zongsan Zuowen was accompanying the bedside, taking a sip of the water in the cup After drinking the warm water, she exhaled and decided to break the calm.

"Your master." It seemed a bit strange to say that, Qingliu raised his hand to grab his hair, but found that he was still holding an empty cup in his hand, so he could only put it down resentfully, and paused, "What kind of person is she?" people?"

……what kind of person?

His gaze fell on Qingliu's face, Zong San Zuowen's pair of strange-colored eyes flashed a gloomy emotion very quickly, "It's a..." He said in a low voice, paused for a moment before continuing, "Very bad guy .”

Consciously not being called bad, Qingliu blinked her eyes, looked at Zong Sanzuo's writing, who seemed to have a bitter expression, and didn't know whether to comfort the other party or self-reflection... Ah, no, there is no evidence to prove it I am the 'master'.

She thought with very little confidence.

"Then...other than that?"

"If you want to know these things, just ask Mikazuki Zongjin or California Qingguang." I don't know which point of anger was poked, Zong Sanzuo's tone suddenly became cold, "Ask me, I probably won't get anything of."

"..."

"I am the sword that is not expected by that person."

He said.