His Majesty the Demon King and her sword

Stepping into the hall first, seeing the scene clearly, Tsurumaru Kuniyong raised his eyebrows high, smiling nonchalantly: "Oh~ are you here so well, looking forward to the next shock?" He smiled meaningfully.

If it was normal, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hippie smiling face would definitely be scolded by the Fusangshen such as Candekiri Mitsutada or Yakiri Hasebe, but at this time, the Fusangshen who still had the strength to maintain their composure were not on Tsurumaru's mind. On Kuniyong.

Seeing that he was ignored by the sword, Tsurumaru Kuninaga shrugged boringly, let go of Yaken Toshiro who was standing behind him and was blocked by him, and muttered: "Okay, okay, I know you Can't wait."

In fact, to be honest, Tsurumaru Kuninaga really didn't understand. It was obvious that the answer he got in the end would not be what he wanted to hear, and it might even push them into despair. Why are they so impatient to seek abuse?Self-deception or something... Isn't it good, why break this beautiful illusion.

The crane leaning against the wall had a careless smile on his lips, but he didn't know that his golden eyes looked at the group of Fusangshen who were heading towards the dark ending, indifferent, cold and sad , the texture of the metal reveals a chilling coolness, like watching a group of pathetic wretches trying to break free from the cage, unaware that the seemingly free outside is a wider cage.

The purple eyes swept over those fusangshen sitting upright one by one, the elder brother's unbelievable and sad eyes, and... the strange and evasive eyes of the brothers.Yaken Toshiro took a deep breath, and just as he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was so dry: "You...what do you want to know?" His throat seemed to be on fire, but the words he spit out were so cold.

The hall was very quiet, and the silence spread. The former companions looked at Yaken Toshiro and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but did not raise their swords to ask questions.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada closed his eyes wearily, knowing that this stalemate would be useless, no one wanted to be the one who broke everything at this time, and the most outspoken Izumi Mori Kanesada also looked at it with an uncharacteristically cold face at this time Not looking at Yaken Toshiro, he sighed and decided to do this thankless job by himself.

It's just that Candlestick cut Guangzhong's idea and didn't come true.

Youfu Sangshen broke the silence.

"Yakuken, where's the master?" The purple pupils almost identical to Yaken Toshiro's were full of questioning and aggressive, "Or, master... is she really our master?"

The deadpan Toshiro, who didn't grab Natsuo Toshiro in time, also cracked his expressionless expression.

Although no one thought that the first to speak was the Awataguchi family's sword that they thought was the least likely to speak, but after seeing that it was Natsuo Toshiro, they also felt it was a matter of course.

Natsuo Toshiro seems to be carefree and cheerful with this sword, and Toshiro Natsuo, who is inseparable from him, understands it best. If it is said that Toshiro Natsuo is obsessed with the lost memories of the past, Toshiro Natsuo is even more persistent in the memory of the present .Natsuo Toshiro always smiled and comforted him, it doesn't matter if the past memories are gone, we can create future memories together, and we will always be together in the future.

The god judges are not their god judges, and even everything they have experienced is just a disguised and deceived illusion. The most unacceptable one is Natsuo Toshiro.

"Brother..." Gukuu Toshiro quietly held Natsuo Toshiro's hand, as if to comfort him, other knives couldn't be seen, but he knew it, Natsuo Toshiro opened his eyes last night I haven't slept all night, and my body is trembling at this time.

Natsuo Toshiro looked at Yaken Toshiro stubbornly, the faint blue-black eyes fell into Yaken Toshiro's eyes very dazzling.

The hands in the coat pockets were tightened, Yaken Toshiro raised his eyes, and looked directly at Natsuo Toshiro's eyes, only to feel that the throat was burning like a flame, and it was painful, as if there were tens of thousands of The knife cut and scraped on the fragile membrane.

He heard his own voice firm and indifferent: "Yes, that's right. Before the arrival of Tsurumaru Hall, the sword that really had a contract with the general was only me. From the very beginning, she was never the judge of this Honmaru. "But the spiritual power that maintains this Honmaru...is Sera's right.

Now that he has spoken, the most difficult hurdle has passed, maybe because he doesn't want to think about more things anymore, Yaken Toshiro didn't wait for anyone to ask questions, and continued talking on his own.

"He Wandian and I are both dark swords. We knew the dark swords that you guys met when we went out in Mount Houxi, and we knew each other. We went out once a month to see them." You and We've never been the same way,

"I came to Honmaru because of the recommendation of another high-level judge of the time government. At that time, the general did not have a suitable status, so I asked the general to agree to become a judge." She didn't mean to deceive, it was him persistent demands.

"General, she didn't lie to you. She has been like this from the beginning to the end. I told her not to say anything."

"I never thought this Honmaru was our destination, and I never regarded you as our companions."

He said everything in one breath, knowing that the way forward came from the abuse of his former colleagues or the expression of incomprehension or even hatred, but Yaken Fujishiro felt that after all the hidden things were said, the depression in his heart They are all gone, because it has reached this point, what else can be redeemed?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a little surprised, he was so bored that he stopped pulling the white fluffy ball on his clothes, and couldn't help looking at Yaken Toshiro strangely.In his impression, Yaken Toshiro didn't say such cruel and even vicious words once, does this mean to get rid of all relations?Tsurumaru Kuninaga stroked his chin and thought.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Every time the sword is shaken, there is a pale face, with despair on the face, red eyes, and even part of the sword has already gritted its teeth. It is not dissatisfaction and resentment towards Yaken Toshiro or the god judge, but A kind of helpless emptiness to the extreme, more of that kind of fear that has no real sense.

The God-inspectors who get along day and night are not God-inspectors, and their innate dependence on the God-inspectors makes them seem to have lost their support, crumbling, and the collapse of their beliefs can even shake their existence.

The honey-colored eyes are dripping with sorrow, Yiqi Yishin looks at Yakuken Toshiro sadly, as if he is looking at a sword that Yishin has never seen before, the strange Fu Sangshen in front of him is really his well-behaved and reliable Steady brother?

"Yakuken, have you... been lying to us? You really... never considered Honmaru as home, never regarded us as family, never... As your brother...?"

The drooping eyelids trembled, and the palms hidden in the dark were shaved bloody by himself, Yaken Toshiro replied coldly: "Yes."

"No!" The familiar yet unfamiliar voice of the boy and Yaken Toshiro spoke at the same time, timidly and firmly, but not any sword in this hall.

The author has something to say: Sorry for disappearing for so long!Not anymore!

I originally wanted to update after the exam yesterday, but something happened that almost broke me, and I felt very sad, and cried for a long time yesterday afternoon.

I have only worked for two weeks without QAQ for the internship, and then I sent a text message to me after the exam yesterday afternoon, and said something very unreasonable, if I quit, I will quit, why bother to say those disgusting things and put the blame on me I should have known. I didn’t sign the contract when I joined the company. I should have known that it’s not such a simple matter. In fact, they just wanted to find a coolie to help them finish their work and throw them away. Repenting, and being unable to defend myself, being so slandered... really hurts.

It's hard, I won't be looking for an internship this semester, I'll just go to the unit to get a stamp. I'm really tired and hurt... Good night, I will resume every two days.