[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

After leaving the God-inspector's room, Yaken Toshiro's walking speed was about to fly, the bangs scattered in front of his forehead were blown back by the wind, sweat beads were blown away with the wind, but his heart was cold and cold.

"chaos!"

Fu Sangshen with long orange-yellow hair just came out of the corner when he was almost staggered and fell to the ground by such a violent collision. Wipe a few steps to remove the too violent impact force.

Both of them said in unison, "Are you okay?"

Before Ranto Shiro could react, he was hugged fiercely by Yaken, strangling him a little breathlessly: "What are you doing Yaken, so enthusiastic all of a sudden... Hey, stop hugging, you are too It almost strangled me to death... Hey, is that enough? Anyway, I'm still a boy...Even if I don't have a girlfriend, I can't be attacked by my brother..."

Yaken Toshiro, who was originally in extreme panic, slowly recovered his sobriety, and when he heard Ranto Shiro's words, he almost lost his mind with anger.

He let go of his hand angrily, and then patted Luan's shoulder hard: "What are you talking about, do I look like such a blind person?"

"what do you mean……"

Luan was very unhappy. Whenever he was unhappy, he liked to guess wildly. He looked down for a while, and then suddenly realized: "It turns out that Yaoyan likes girls from Daoupai!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Yaken Toshiro's stiff expression, he drew a big wavy symbol on his chest with his hands in high spirits, and then drew an S-shaped curve out of thin air. Finally, he clasped his palms together and laughed smugly, With a look of "understand" on his face, he pushed Yakuken Toshiro's chest, and pinched it incidentally.

When it was finished, there was a comment: "It feels very good."

Scared by the sudden chest attack, Yaken Toshiro's neck stiffened, and he reflexively covered his body with his hands: "What are you doing?"

Ranto Shiro smirked and said: "Why are you so shy when you are hundreds of years old? Although Yaken is a short sword, you should have a lot. Besides, compared to those pure-hearted ribs like white paper Cha and Taidao, Yakuken actually has a lot of experience in observing, huh?"

"You, what are you talking about?"

"The new Miko-sama is actually in pretty good shape, no wonder the medicine research has been so active before."

Yao Yan felt that his head was getting bigger, and finally found his brother, shouldn't it be an exciting meeting?Why did the style of painting become so crooked? He forcibly changed the topic back: "I haven't settled with you for stuffing the retired little tiger into your own quilt to pretend that someone is there. Hurry up now!" Go back, everyone is already asleep, move gently, don't wake them up."

"Oh, is this embarrassment turned into anger? Well, I won't say anything," Luan saw it and accepted it, obediently followed Yaken to Awataguchi's room, and after a while of being quiet, he started to tease people again: "But Yaken Ah, actually, you look like the children's version of Sebastian."

Yaken Toshiro ignored him.

After a while, a vague voice came to Luan's ears from the front, like the wind in summer, soft but revealing an unspeakable anxiety.

"Luan, she and you... what did you say?"

"Me, you asked what the two of us said? In fact, I didn't say anything. I just wanted to go and see that one issue." Zhen is dead, it's just a pure sword, but there seems to be a soul fragment on it, I don't know why, I secretly probed it but didn't get any response, so I think, it's probably a dead thing .”

"Let's not talk about these frustrating words. Anyway, I still have a good impression of this woman who came this time..." Ranto Shiro put his hands behind his head and walked leisurely: "At least, it is better than the previous ones." They are much smarter, but I don’t know why, I always feel a little uncomfortable when I’m close to her, the erosive spiritual power seems to enter my bone marrow, but I’m not injured, um—maybe It’s because the aura is different...Speaking of which, where are the maidens who came to Honmaru? I don’t think I’ve ever thought about this question! Yakuken Yaken, you can guess.”

Yaken Toshiro, who was walking in front, was like a stone statue that could not speak, walking in a monotonous pace.

Rantoshiro didn't know how many words he said throughout the night. Up to now, he felt that his mouth was a little dry, but he felt a little bored when no one responded for most of the day: "Hey, Yaken, why don't you talk?"

Yaken Toshiro took a lantern from a stone niche on the side of the road for lighting. When he heard the question, he turned his head, and the beating and burning red flame penetrated the yellowed lantern paper and softened and faded to a dim yellow. The light and shadow on his face flickered alternately, Rando Shiro suddenly panicked at the strange bluish-white look.

After a long time, Yao Yan turned around and walked in front of him still holding a lantern: "There is nothing to say, let's go, it's getting late."

***

Time here seems to stand still and flow.

Obviously, there is also the change of day and night, the alternation of the sun, the moon and the stars, but it just makes people feel that time has stopped here. Perhaps it is the unchanging seasons here that make people have this illusion.

However, Kikyo feels very weak about this aspect, because her own time has already stopped, but she can no longer experience the change of time through the change of external objects, and she can no longer experience the change of time through the vicissitudes of life. Get used to it, but slowly.

A few days ago, Kikyo never saw the god-judgment of this maru after meeting the god-judgment, and occasionally heard a few words from other swords, and it was just that the god-judger was under the tree. So recuperating in the room, although he didn't specify the target in his words, he was quite accusing towards Kikyo, but he would soon be fooled by other swords and haha.

She didn't mind these little things, and she didn't think about taking the initiative to look for them. Some things would naturally come to light when they should know.

The moon has already hung in the sky, and the cold color hits the ground like a nameless will-o’-the-wisp, and the countless flowers on the ground are like beautiful blood flowers, and there are knives practicing in the flower field, dancing their own knives while vigorously Drinking "Ka Ka Ka", even though the distance is a little far away, I can still hear his full of breath.

Looking up, the night sky is covered with countless stars, and beautiful camellias are sparsely planted in the flower field.

But Kikyo knew it was fake, the place outside the main gate of Honmaru was still snowing heavily, white beyond sight, there was no other color, no fragrant flowers, only cold temperature, sometimes the real scene was nothing but real There are no other advantages, but it is false, which is more able to retain people's hearts. This is not helpless, but a natural choice.

Kikyo looked at it for a while, then closed the window, and it was very interesting to think about it. Obviously, no one in this place is human, but this group of swords is more human than human, with an incomparably regular life and rest, working at sunrise and dying at sunset. interest.

During this period of time, except for a few Fu Sangshen who were very curious or had a good impression of her who came to find Kikyo, she never went out here except for the daily practice with Yamabuku Kunihiro. room door.

This sword with the sound of "Ka Ka Ka" when it laughs is very sharp, and it never stops practicing day and night.

Following other people's routines every day, coupled with the incense sent by Yaoken, Kikyo was gradually able to fall asleep at night.

She rubbed her eyes lightly, the incense seemed a little different today, and she felt drowsy when she smelled it.

The little paper man was pasted on the jewelry box crying, it was very sad today, because the black facial features on the paper face were all turned into bright red by that annoying guy Rando Shiro, which made it not love these days Talking, but didn't want to go out, for fear that if he went out, he would be caught and ridiculed by a bunch of scary Fujishiro.

Kikyo wanted to laugh, but considering the little paper figurine's self-esteem, she held back: "It's okay, I think it's still very pretty, maybe I'll get used to it?"

It's not that Ranto Shiro put makeup on the little paper figurine out of intentional revenge, but the problem is that Kikyo thinks the little paper figurine is usually too crazy, even if he disciplines him this time, he will forget the previous scars and go back to his old ways next time. It's not that he doesn't listen at all, but that this guy has a very bad memory, and his skin is thin and crispy, and he doesn't eat and beat him.

In the long run, it is inevitable that something will happen. It is better to use messy hands to rectify it a little this time, and it will not hurt.

After all, misfortune comes out of the mouth, and there is nothing wrong with restraining yourself.

The little paper man hugged the jewelry box: "Now only money, jewelry and diamonds can soothe my poor and sad mood. My lord, please don't let me be separated from this treasure box, or I will die of heartache... Eh? How do you feel inside?" Is there more content in it?"

Kikyo said: "A little too much? That's probably the new one that Hasebe bought today."

"I really don't understand what this group of knives are thinking. You obviously don't like these jewels, but they still keep giving them away." The little paper figurine laughed: "But I like them very much. Even if I hold them and sleep for one night, I feel very happy!"

As usual, he took off the two swords tied to his body, and Kikyo lay down with his clothes on: "Then you can hug them to sleep tonight, and remember, don't bother me if you have nightmares."

"I won't have nightmares. Sleeping with such a pile of wealth, I can wake up with a smile even in my dreams, okay?"

The language of the little paper man's defense gradually disappeared with the dimming of the light, and he could not disturb his lord's rest. This rule must be strictly followed. It snorted softly, turned over and fell asleep on the jewelry box.

Soon, there was only the slightest sound of breathing in the entire Japanese room.

The jewelry box wobbled.

Blood-red filaments ooze from the gaps in the box, like living worms, twisting their bodies and squirming forward on the table, winding down the table legs, leaving behind Pale traces, wet and sticky, dripping juice to the ground.

The little paper man who didn't sleep well rolled onto the table a long time ago. It was dreaming of getting rich and the farmer turned into a landlord. It dreamed that one of its feet was on the shoulder of the ghost lamp, and then said majesticly : From now on, I will be your boss, and you will be my second child!

Ghost Lantern replied respectfully: Yes, boss.

Being the boss for the first time, the little paper man didn't know what the boss should do, so it asked: What are we going to do now?

Ghost Lantern said: Since you are the boss, you must know how to enjoy yourself. I will take you to the sauna now.

The little paper man happily agreed, and brought the ghost lamp to the sauna room. The hot steam shot straight to its body, making the whole paper wet and limp. Next to the bathtub, it realized that it had been tricked and wanted to run away, but for some reason it couldn't.

The face of the ghost lamp in front of him suddenly changed into a terrifying look, the corner below his hairline suddenly turned into a huge thorn, the corners of his eyes were cracked, the eyeballs bulged, strange markings appeared on his face, and he turned into a ghost face.

Gui Deng snorted coldly: Don't you want to be my boss?want to run?You look at your feet.

The little paper man opened his eyes in the dark night, and looked down at himself, only to find that his body was covered with red sticky red nematodes. In an instant, the whole paper became chapped and wrinkled, but it wanted to move when it was pasted on the table. I couldn't move, and opened my mouth, but found that I couldn't make a sound.

Red thread-like worms were still flowing out from the gap in the jewelry box. The thick liquid was still dripping down.

this is too scary……

The little paper man tightened his body in every possible way, trying not to touch those thread worms. He had experienced many battles with Abe Seimei before. Although it wasn't too scary, the disgusting scene still challenged his heart.

Blessed to the heart, the little paper man suddenly remembered the watermelon Gu that Abe Seimei once broke. It was a trick created by his opponent, Ashiya Michitomi. As long as he accidentally ate that watermelon, the Gu worm would penetrate into the person's body and kill him. The inside of the human body is eaten away until the oil runs out and the lamp dries up.

I didn't expect someone to hide these Gu worms in jewels, it was too vicious and insidious, this kind of trick is not something ordinary people can do, it must be that God examiner.

Are you getting caught now?This kind of trick is really hard to guard against, no, we must find a way to let Mrs. Kikyo know about this, otherwise if I go to sleep like this, maybe she will suck these bugs into her stomach in her dream, and the consequences will be very serious!

He opened his mouth vigorously, but he opened it for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound, as if there was some force preventing it from speaking.

The little paper figurine’s anxious paper is wet, but it can’t move even with all its strength. Seeing that the red nematodes have crawled to the foot of the bed where the platycodon is sleeping, it still has nothing to do, it can only watch those insects crawling along the corner of the wall. Go to bed, and then swim to Kikyo's face.

Kikyo still fell asleep unconsciously, as if nothing could wake her up from the dream, the window lattice was touched by something, swaying, and then the window was opened.

Saved!

The little paper man saw a pair of black silk gloves come in and opened the window door, it first screamed in surprise, Yaken Toshiro's fine short hair was blown by the wind, revealing his eyes, deeper than the night, pure inside The blackness is more silent than the darkest time before dawn.

This is not here to save people, the little paper figurine suddenly thought of this, and a deep coldness spread in its heart, Yaken Fujishiro is definitely not here to save people!

What should I do?

The short sword's mobility and reconnaissance have always been its advantages. The usual night battles are led by Yaken Toshiro. A night attack is just one of tens of thousands of battles.

Yaken Toshiro jumped down from the table, his footsteps were light, and he landed silently. He was holding his own dagger in his hand. The snow-white blade faced the light outside the window, emitting a cold chill. He hid the knife in his Behind him, he approached the woman on the bed step by step.

"No... don't go there..."

The little paper man tried his best to say such a sentence, Yaken Toshiro looked back at him, with a mocking sneer on his face, shook the knife in his hand at it, turned his head and continued to walk towards the bed.

He leaned over to look at the sleeping woman on the bed, this maiden was better than Ranto Shiro said, especially the way she fell asleep, it was more artistic than ancient paintings, Yaken stretched out his hand and touched her face , couldn't help stroking it back and forth twice, then retracted it, and even smiled apologetically, as if she felt that such behavior was desecrating her.

It seemed that the hand that had touched Kikyo's face was also tainted with a faint fragrance, Yaken raised his hand to his eyes, and touched the palm of his hand lightly with his lips.

It's a pity that the confidante in this world always dies badly.

The little paper man wished he could die with the knife, but he could only watch the short knife stab into the heart of Kikyo.

……

"Pharmaceutical research?"

Yaken Toshiro opened his eyes abruptly, in front of him was gorgeous clothes, looked up, and Taro Tachi, who was wearing divine makeup, was frowning at him.

Taro Tachi carried the actual combat sword that no one could use with him. The blade was long and held by him. It was a whole head taller than Yakuken. The thick blade put heavy pressure on people.

Shendao asked indifferently: "What's the intention of patrolling around the guest's room late at night?"

"Taroden," Yaken quickly regained his usual composure, "I don't have any other thoughts, it's just that recently, Awataguchi's brothers miss Brother Yiqi, and I'm worried that they will come to disturb this lord privately, So wait here, beware of any brothers coming to attack at night, it would be bad to disturb the rest of the guests."

He smiled bitterly: "Besides, even if it's just like this, I really want to meet Brother Yiqi..."

The red makeup lines at the corners of Taro Tachi's eyes shone under the pale moonlight, and the dull golden light in his eyes seemed to be chopped into countless pieces, fine and bright, reflecting Yaken Toshiro's face that was identical to that of others.

"Oh?" He didn't say whether he believed it or not, but then put down the knife in his hand, pointed out a direction in the darkness, and said in a deep voice, "Honmaru is free tonight and I will be on duty, and I will also be responsible for the safety of Miko-sama. Yaoyan, you can go back, if you come over next time, I'm afraid..."

The magic knife has never returned to its sheath: "Maybe I have to purify it."

***

Yamabuku Kunihiro, who was doing daily practice in the courtyard, waved to her happily when he saw the miko walking towards him: "Master Miko, are you still here to practice today? Every day is really necessary. , Only by exercising yourself can you become stronger!"

Kikyo Shi Shi ran to his side: "It makes sense."

"Did you sleep well last night, my lord?"

"Very good," Kikyo stood beside him, "and had an interesting dream."

"That's good, that's good, Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

Kunihiro Yamabushi looked beside him, and then slapped himself on the head: "Hi! Wait here for a while, the poor monk will come as soon as he goes."

After finishing speaking, he ran to a very inconspicuous corner in the next corridor, and pulled out a white sheet, like fishing with bait, and there was a person under the white sheet tightly pulling the quilt, and then the person and the quilt They were all picked up by Kunihiro Yamabushi, and put down in front of Kikyo.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka -" After a burst of devilish laughter, Yamabuku Kunihiro happily patted the quilt, as if using too much force, and the quilt also shook: "Please allow the poor monk to send you Introduction, this is the brother of the poor monk, Yamabashi Kirihiro, take a look, does he look very similar to the poor monk?"

Under the pressure of Yamabushi Kunihiro, a blond man finally emerged from under the sheet. He pulled his sheet angrily and rewrapped himself until it was airtight. He felt safe again.

The face covered by the sheet is extremely delicate, with blond hair and white skin, and because of embarrassment, she always doesn't look straight ahead, and her eyes fall on the ground at Kikyo's feet.

To be honest, the two brothers really don't look alike at all, but Kikyo really didn't want to spoil his good mood seeing Yamabuku Kunihiro's high spirits, so after carefully comparing the two, he affirmed: "Indeed It's very similar."

Yamabukuni was very excited: "Where does it look like?"

Kikyo said seriously: "You all look very healthy, you look like brothers at first glance, presumably, this is the result of long-term practice and hard work."

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka! Miko-sama, you really have a good eye!" Yamabushi Kunihiro patted Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro again as soon as he was happy, and almost staggered the other party: "Brother! Look! Even Master We all think we are very similar!"

"But it's an imitation or something..."

Yamabuki Kirikunihiro said coyly: "Don't comfort me... Also, you, don't look at me like that... You obviously think we look different, don't you? I'm not like Yamabushi at all The appearance of the real product... I'm just a fake..."

Yamabuku Kunihiro was very moved: "So, brother, do you want to look like me?"

"Similarity has nothing to do with looks."

Kikyo shook his head and denied: "Using appearance and appearance to measure the similarity between two people is too superficial. As swords, you all have that kind of tenacious will and courage to wield knives on the battlefield. It is the true existence value of the knife."

The author has something to say:

The first thing to explain is that the cutie who guesses the follow-up plot will get a red envelope. I guessed it before today, but don’t say it if you receive it, otherwise I won’t be able to make it up hhhh

Those who guess the boss behind the scenes will not give out red envelopes, because I don’t want to make Ni Meng proud too early o_O

Added again: here Yaoken uses dreams and illusions to attack at night. If the assassination is successful with consciousness, the assassination is really successful (of course he is impossible to succeed), but Taro Tachi interrupted this by waking him up from the dream. everything

Yaoken’s first kill was unsuccessful, and I finally got my hands on this little short leg. I’m not human. I have to reflect on myself. He’ll probably come back, maybe

The plot of these few chapters will be relatively hot, probably the welfare chapters of all kinds of knives, I personally think that the Shura field will only appear when there is emotion, isn’t it right now? Hhh I guess it will be as fast as a mad dog in the future.

Another naughty little cutie coaxed me with fake long comments