Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Gojo Satoru's lethality when he is serious is terrifying, and his ability to clear the field is also unparalleled. We turned from the poor little dumpling to the offensive, all the way into the land of no one, unimpeded.

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, golden auras flashed frequently, the teleportation array from the government of time was frequently opened, a golden vortex unfolded, and the body of the sword vibrated and projected down from the sky.

It's support.

In this case, I have to hurry up here.

"It's your turn," Gojo Satoru, who had finished zooming in, made a gesture of invitation with a smile, "What do you plan to do?"

"Just do it."

I stretched out my hand casually, and precisely caught a hand protruding from the twisted crack, "I've been waiting for a long time."

A steady grip came from the touching palms, and a reassuring voice came from the broken space: "Long waiting, my lord."

Half body back, my floating heart suddenly stabilized, and the fusangshen on the other end was pulled out bit by bit along with my strength, and what was reflected in Yaken Toshiro's deep purple eyes were black gloves first , and the muscular arms, the white cloak on the shoulders...

Just when the face of Fu Sangshen was about to fully appear, the cherry blossoms transformed from spiritual power vibrated and bloomed: "Om——"

What appeared in my hand was a big naginata.

The handle of the fine steel knife was once broken, and then regenerated based on the conceptual meaning. The surface of the knife is smooth and natural. With the swing of the knife owner, a stream of moonlight flows down from the center, and the inscription "killing evil spirits" flashes. After a while, the bright moon and the fine stars gathered, and finally all condensed on the weak and sharp front.

In an instant, the light flourished!

"The entrance has been opened. Going in from here is Honmaru. Akita and the lost Ji Zhen Tou Jian Fu Sangshen are all inside, and the rest will be left to you, okay, Yaken?"

I spoke in a negotiating tone, but I acted with a certainty.

"No problem!" Yao Yan turned around almost immediately, and stretched out his hand to that side. Also in line with his movements were several teams that shot down together, each of which was followed by a wave of dagger.

"Baishan Yoshimitsu?" I recognized the distinctive sword, and was completely relieved, "You guys are well prepared... Me? I won't go in."

In just a short while, the area that was cleared has already been filled by retrograde soldiers, and the fighting spirit and impulse that I have repeatedly suppressed are about to burst out, but soon I don't need to bear it anymore.

"Partner, is this scene familiar?" I rested my forehead on the blade, half-closed my eyes, and the three black and red hook jades were spinning completely out of control.

"Hunting a thousand knives!" Yan Rong's voice was as wanton as ever: "A scene that will never be forgotten!" '

"Then," I laughed, suppressing the trembling of the ending voice: "How about doing it again?"

I have never been able to realize so clearly like now that I am not a judge, my encounter with you was an accident, and my contract with you is actually a life-and-death cooperation.When the dust settles here, I may have to face the government of time's question, even if there is a one in a million possibility, thinking that Yan Rong might leave... No, it is absolutely impossible!

So, do it again, do it again!Let all the blades on this battlefield know that you are my blade.

— Only belong to me.

My unfinished words and my thoughts were transmitted to the other side of the contract exactly. Is it my tremor or the tremor of the knife handle?

The accelerated blood circulation made my eyes slightly distorted, and my feverish brain slowly accepted his response.

Gojo Satoru, who was playing an air-to-ground shooting game while hanging in the air on the flanks, noticed something, and cast a thoughtful glance.

This is a more intense and paranoid signal. It belongs to the sword, but also belongs to the gods. A certain thread that is crumbling but difficult to maintain is stretched to the extreme. When it is about to break, Naginata Fusangshin said: "I Yes, an honor."

"Go and make a fuss, ██."

……

When I return rationally from the battlefield of gunpowder smoke and dust, all the troops of the retrograde army have retreated, and those who stayed behind, those who did not retreat in time, were all cut by my knife and turned into black smoke that dissipated.

Without the enemy, there is naturally no possibility of continuing to attack, and my burned-out brain has finally restarted.

"Ah..." I wiped the ashes and dirt from my face, and wiped some red and unknown liquid by the way, "Is it over...?"

"It's over." The spotless five-tiao princess fluttered down from the sky, looking at me with a strange expression, "I can't tell, you're quite talented as a conjurer..."

"?" I tilted my head, subconsciously clutching the knife in my hand, "But I don't have magic power?"

"Not this," he glanced pointedly at the knife in my hand, "possessive, paranoid, crazy, ha!"

He approached suddenly, showing a smile full of madness: "It's the same kind."

"Of course human beings have possessiveness." The zoomed-in face really made my heart jump, and I unconsciously leaned back to change the subject, "It's just that there are very few things that really belong to me, so...Mr. Gojo? "

Gojo Satoru, who was approaching again, smiled unchanged, or the corners of his mouth were pulled wider: "Ah, I understand, I understand, because I realize that it is precious, I will be more cautious and cautious at every step, but occasionally I have to gamble, the whale sucks the cow to drink , in short, grab it first, and then enjoy it slowly, right?"

The danger alarm in my mind was sounding frantically, I didn't know why, and I seemed to touch the edge of something: "... I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You really don't understand, and you still don't want to think about it..." Wujo Satoru looked a little aggressive at the moment, his voice was cold and metallic, his voice was deliberately lowered, and the ending was elongated, with a hot tone. The breath whispered in my ear, "Thousand hands?"

I widened my eyes: "——!"

Something has deviated from the original direction, no, no, now is not the time to doubt this, the danger——

My hands were empty, my eyes were dark, the white cloak directly wrapped me up, and Yan Rong's voice came from above: "Your Excellency, you are too close, please step back."

Accompanied by the carefully worded honorifics, there was the sound of weapons piercing the air.

With tears in my eyes, I tightly grabbed the cloak covering my head, covered myself tightly, and breathed a sigh of relief: Thank you, Yanrong!

The Naginata Fusangshen, who appeared in front of people for the first time, firmly held the dull half of his body behind him. The original orange pupils had completely cooled down, and the golden pupils of the last god met the heavenly pupils of the Son of God.

Because the aura was similar, No Lower Limit was not turned on. Caught off guard, Gojo Satoru, who was almost scratched by the naginata, wiped off the blood on the side of his neck and sneered.

"Tsk, again."

……

Skip some abnormal BUGs, in short, this battle plan has come to a perfect conclusion!

I carried Yanrong, who had returned to his original body, and Gojo Satoru, who had returned to his normal state, and followed Fu Sangshen, who came with him, to the territory of the Government of Time.

No one is abnormal. After all, I myself sometimes have a bad brain and do some things with unknown meaning. Be normal, be normal~

As I thought about it, I tugged Gojo Goku's sleeve more vigorously: "Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Satoru, who has almost figured out the meaning of my address in different situations, tilted his head slightly: "?"

I lowered my voice: "If in case, I mean in case, you can do it?"

I'm referring to the question of whether we can leave the negotiation table and run away if the talks collapse.

The strongest person who is the only one in heaven and earth raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think I am?"

Very good, I feel relieved with your expression.

I let go of my hanging heart and began to concentrate on looking at a corner of the world in 2205 in the Western calendar.

'My lord,' Yan Rong, who was dormant quietly, said in my head, 'he is very dangerous. '

'I know that strong people are always mentally abnormal,' I tapped on the handle of the knife, 'thank you for the previous incident. '

I seem to hear Fu Sangshen sighed helplessly: "You don't feel nervous at all." '

'hey-hey. 'I smiled embarrassedly, probably because I have met too many strange people. 'Although I don't know what he wants to do, I can barely feel it. The previous reaction was just a product of his whim. '

I can still tell the difference between deliberate planning and a flash of inspiration. This is why I am not very nervous. After all, it is the man who does whatever he wants, the man who is officially stamped and will never be OOC, no matter what he thinks. It's so normal.

'It's like a cat that must be provoked when it sees something curious. Anyway, it will soon lose interest. ’ I compared the previous “Character Analysis of Gojo Satoru” on various forums and encyclopedias, and swore to the conclusion: ‘In short, the problem is not big! '

'...' This time I really heard Yan Rong's sigh, but he didn't refute, but just changed the subject, 'The headquarters should be ahead, do you really not need me to show up? '

'No, my hope is that it's best not to complicate matters. '

There is no precedent for the ownership of the sword man. If it really doesn't make sense, the reward for completing the contract has not been fulfilled, so you can use it.

I followed a staff member leading the way through layers of spells and barriers, and stood in front of...a very ordinary office building.

Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, the office space of social animals will never change.

The staff leading the way stopped at the gate, and soon someone came to take over.

Along the way, except for the teleportation array and some machines with unknown meanings, the basic layout is not much different from the modern ones. Everyone is either coming and going in a hurry, or sitting in front of the computer and typing afterimages. However, the picture of social animal work.

"This is the area where civilian staff are responsible." The reception staff were very friendly. In order to reduce unnecessary tension, they introduced the passages and exits along the way in detail. The dangerous area and the office area are clearly divided. "The two The person in charge of our diplomatic affairs is going to meet next. Due to the sudden increase in workload, including the convenience of checking and integrating information and the serious shortage of manpower for the distribution of the wounded, the adult has taken over part of it, and he is temporarily at a loss. You are very sorry... please go this way."

The scene was too realistic, and the social phobia that I hadn’t moved for a long time gradually emerged. I glanced at Wujo Wujo, who was obviously at ease, just like visiting my own backyard: I have a specialization in art, although you are not very special, but—— Wu-chan, please You realize sauce!

Wu-chan, who was walking, accurately received my distress signal, gave a thumbs-up, and said confidently: "It's on me."

well.

I happily handed over the source of stress and returned a thumbs up with complete confidence.

I leave it to you, Gojo Satoru, a master of diplomacy!