[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

I was able to come to the hall and looked at the food on the table in front of me with horror in my eyes.

The rice is very fragrant, the grains are crystal clear and fragrant, and the moisture and cooking time are just right.

The dishes are very fragrant, the color of the green vegetables and red peppers is so attractive, the green bamboo shoots and cold vegetables are slender and translucent, no matter whether it is vegetarian or meat, it looks delicious.

The soup is very fragrant, and the pork ribs and corn soup is clear and fragrant, just smelling it will make people appetite.

Dessert was delicious, cheesecake covered with creamy white cream and topped with gorgeous strawberries.

Is it fragrant?fragrant.

But this is not Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's cooking style at all!

Seeing the candlestick cut Mitsutada who entered the hall with the stew on his face, all the other swords were paying attention.

"Huh? Didn't everyone eat?" A soft voice sounded from behind Candlestick Cut, and the smile of the teenager holding a plate of blueberry pie was so warm and comfortable that it made people feel physically and mentally happy.

"These are all done by the God Judge." Candlestick Cut Mitsutada said with a wooden face.

!!!

God judges can actually cook!

God judges can actually cook with swords!

As the first blade to move the chopsticks, Miriyue picked up a shredded bamboo shoot with the chopsticks, um, it was delicious.

As a person who felt familiar with An Zeyi, San Riyue looked at An Zeyi who was serious about eating, and said softly, "Ah Yi, who will be arranged for sleeping?"

This kind of matter must be asked clearly, whether it is dead or alive, we will know early, otherwise the blade will be panicked, and Honmaru will be in chaos again.

The other blades stopped moving, and a tense atmosphere appeared in the air for no reason.

"I'm not a child anymore." Anze, who didn't feel it at all, swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his head, his eyes were as clean as a pool of spring water: "So there is no need for everyone to come and tell bedtime stories at night."

He is no longer a child, and the family who pampered him are gone, so it is time for him to grow up.Thinking of the Jiang Xue with icy eyes just now, his body was tense all the time, Anze lowered his head to cover up, and took a sip of the soup.

What?

bed time story?

"......... In your previous Honmaru, did you always tell bedtime stories?" Tsurumaru said after a moment of silence.

"Isn't bedtime just telling bedtime stories to lull the god judges to sleep?" An Ze saw the strange eyes of all the sword men with a pure and confused look: "Although sometimes telling historical stories will turn into a debate contest, um, you guys Do you think there is a problem?"

"No problem!" Sanri Yuezong said decisively.He forgot that Ah Yi is only 13 years old this year, and he is still a minor child!

Children's bedtime, what else can there be besides coaxing children to sleep and telling stories, or simply sleeping with children who are afraid of the dark?

After discovering that the young interrogator looked at him with a face of "you are lying", he reached out and touched his hand: "When you grow up, you will understand."

The world of adults, children should not know it too early.

"I'm not a kid anymore," Sit up straight.

"Yeah." Very good, one thing is settled, and another thing that will make everyone think more: "When are you going to forge knives?"

There are several kinds of scumbags, those who go to sleep, those who keep breaking swords and swords in order to pursue rare swords, those who maliciously bully and kill swords, those who want to open the harem to provoke every sword, and so on.These kinds of scumbag trials, and obviously, Fu Sangshen, who had fallen secretly before, had all experienced them.

"Didn't Foxnosuke tell you?" An Ze looked at him: "Okay, I'll talk about it here now, and you will inform the other blades when you go back."

"This Honmaru has no sword tent. The upper limit of the number of swords is determined by my spiritual power. I can accept all dark fallen swords or second-hand swords, and I can also take over duplicate swords."

"As a condition for me to take over, the government of the time must not force me to forge knives or pick up knives."

"So, you don't need to worry about anything." Anze clenched his hands tightly: "In this lifetime, I will never have a knife again."

He will no longer forge knives, nor will he pick up knives again, the only swords that belong to him are them.

"Why? Are you not afraid of killing the master with a sword?"

As soon as Anze looked, he looked at the talking, um, boy.

"Sorry, Lord Judge, the chaos was not intentional..."

"Knife kills the master, what's wrong?" Anze blinked and looked around: "Is there any problem?"

"The knives that can become Fusangshen can be called magical weapons. They have fought against the heroes of the world. The sword is like its master, and your character is like the old master. You can kill the master, isn't it because the master is incompetent ?"

It has to be said that, as a child raised by a group of fusangshen who have memories of being with the old master, coupled with the beautification and sublimation of childhood memories of parents, many of An Zeyi's ideas are too idealistic to be out of touch. ordinary people's thinking.

"If you want to kill me in the future, it can only show what I did not do well enough or what I did wrong." An Zeyi's attitude was calm and calm: "If you are too cowardly to admit your own mistakes, such a judge , was killed, betrayed, and deserved it.”

"So, if swords meet each other in the future, my life will be lost to you." An Zeyi showed a smile as inclusive and vast as the sky: "I swear by spiritual power, I forgive you for your innocence, and you will not suffer from the dark fall."

Many Blades:!!!

Fuck, the god judges with such a big heart as big as the sky and such a noble personality as bright as the sun and the moon, although they are still young, let alone the scumbags they encountered before, even the former masters in life, there are not many of them Can be compared!

Some understood why his previous sword was protected with his life, and gave him the deepest blessing again.

Really, it's too warm.

But what they don't know is that at this moment, An Zeyi's thoughts are: these blades are young (calculated by the time of forging) and they have so many miscellaneous thoughts. I heard that they only knew to resist when they couldn't bear it. Sure enough, Still read too little.Well, aren't all the first episodes and one shocks are controlled by the younger brother, and he will supervise the little knives to study and do the questions.

Oh, what a good boy I am!

After the meal, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at the young god-inspector who consciously took the dishes to the kitchen, put on gloves and prepared to wash, and felt that his handsome and cool face could hardly hold back.

She gave Sanriyue a wink, Sanriyue understood in a second, and took the little guy out of the kitchen with a smile on the grounds of "for a seriously injured swordsman".And An Zeyi, who saw Candlestick cut rolled up his sleeves and began to wash, blinked his eyes, and tugged at the corner of his clothes in embarrassment: "Then I'll go there first, Mr. Candlestick cut, the bowls and plates are amazing." , I will trouble you."

"Thank you."

Staring stiffly at the back of the little boy leaving, Kiri Mitsutada, the third candlestick held by the Honmaru, moved the corner of his mouth, and after a long time, he turned up slightly.

It turned out that being thanked by others and being thanked by the judge was such a pleasant thing for Ren.

An Zeyi's original Honmaru did not need to enter the house with hands, because An Zeyi's spiritual power is very strong, so the result is that all the swords forged by him and the swords awakened by summoning are from the very beginning. polarizing knife.

Yes, it is very unscientific, even if it is a big sword, it is a state of polarization.

So polarized playing low-level maps, huh, huh.

And even if it was injured, Anze stretched out his chubby hand (Anzeyi: huh???) to touch the body, and healed, so tools such as powder sticks, oil, nails, etc., before him, Honmaru, at all no.

Therefore, Anze didn't notice those crude tools at all, he just reached out and touched the swords that were about to break, and he could go back home.

As for entering the room with hands, the sword brothers embraced each other and shed tears, so An Zeyi thoughtfully closed the door and left it to them.

Back in the tidy room, Anze looked around. The simple yet exquisite style fits his aesthetics very well. He opened the dark room that had been tidied up and stared silently for a long time. He was holding a huge box went inside.

Open the box, arrange the memorial tablets, photos and small boxes one by one, put the incense burner in the middle, then Anze lit the incense, and knelt down on the cushion in front.

"I have a new Honmaru now, and everyone seems to be very tense. I guess we have been together for a long time and are familiar with it, so it will be fine."

"Sankayue and Tsurumaru in the new Honmaru are both I have seen before, and they are relatively friendly."

"He Qiuqiu is still sleeping, and I don't know when he will wake up."

"Zong Jin Zong Jin, I'm not picky at all when I eat today, I've eaten all the seaweed soup I cooked!"

"Yiqi Ni, the new Honwan has a lot of small knives. They all look as cute as you said, but they don't look very good. I want to take them to run and exercise tomorrow."

"Crane, do you know? After the dark fall, you turned black into a black crane! Your clothes are pitch black!"

"But I still like white cranes......" The voice lowered: "I miss you very much."

"Didn't it be agreed that we will live together and die together, and no one will leave anyone behind?"

I miss you all very much.

I miss our Honmaru, the cherry tree we planted together, and we miss watching fireworks and watching the sunrise together.

I miss you very much.

An Zeyi tried his best to smile, and tried his best to suppress the choking in his voice, but he couldn't suppress the tears overflowing from his eyes.

"Ah, Ah He, you will definitely say, 'Seeing you cry, I really frightened me'?" An Ze raised his arm and pressed it to his eyes: "Zong Jin would also say, 'Don't let the old man worry' like this If so?"

We agreed to live in this world together after we wiped out all the time-traveling troops, we agreed to……………

In this dark room where there were several Fusangshen tablets, in this place where there was no other creature except himself, An Zeyi wept bitterly like a child.

"I'm sorry..." I can save the sword that is about to shatter, but I can't save you who are already shattered.

He remembered that when a large number of violators invaded, they pushed him into a space unknown to real people. He was trembling with the blade on the verge of being broken in his arms, trying to supply spiritual power and at the same time, trying hard to perceive watching them.

One is gone, two are gone, three are gone……………

Three more, two more, and one more……………

In the end, when he fell out of the space of Shenyin, what he saw was devastated, broken blades all over the ground, fragmented.

Zong Jin who raised him like a master like a father.

Like a brother and a friend, he took him to play with the crane pill.

The elder brother loves him as much (the younger brother is not here and gave the juvenile trial full of brotherly love).

Jiang Xue and Shuzhu, who always like to discuss Buddhism with a blank face but would allow their young self to play with Buddhist beads.

Kwangse who always lacks interest and looks fierce but will let him ride to the zoo on his neck.

The father who is usually very serious when teaching him kendo (Little Karasuma)......

are gone.

They are all gone!

Throughout his life, he will never forge knives, plant cherry blossom trees, watch fireworks and other sunrises with anyone, nor allow any sword to replace their existence.

In my own way, remembering the people I love deeply.

He didn't even dare to ask for death. If he died, who would remember those handsome and powerful swords, and who would remember those beautiful souls with different personalities but each with its own brilliance?

Death is not the end, oblivion is.