How to use the god judge[Comprehensive]

Mayumi Sakurai sat there for an unknown amount of time.By the time he realized it, the blood-stained clothes had already dried out and were clinging to his skin, causing a slight discomfort. He didn't care about it, but he was a little worried when he heard the "gurgling" sound in his stomach .

I'm so hungry... I knew that I should be gentle when I strike before, so as not to let the blood splash out, but now even if I want to rummage through dead people to eat, the smell of rust will make people lose their appetite greatly.As a diner, he has always been very picky. It is only because there were always people pampering his taste buds in the past, which caused this situation today.

He looked around, looking beyond the corpses all over the grassland, trying to find the rising smoke, living people or animals, until his eyes hurt, and he found two shadowy figures in the distance. .

The boy walking in front was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a tattered military uniform, a lot of blood was obviously gushing from his shoulders, and he was supporting another thin child with pale blond hair, stumbling moving forward.They suffered serious injuries. Judging by the amount of bleeding, if they were not treated in time, they might not even survive the next hour.

Mayumi Sakurai hurriedly grabbed his knife and ran over, as fast as a gust of wind, for fear of missing the only two living creatures.But before he got close, the black-haired boy put on a defensive posture and said vigilantly: "Please don't get closer, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

But the person who was warned obviously didn't care, and still rushed over, grabbed his hand unexpectedly, and said in a somewhat urgent tone: "Did you bring anything to eat? Or do you know where there is a restaurant nearby? ?”

He was like a very hungry milk dog, his red eyes were wet, as if he could cry like this in the next second.

It was only then that the black-haired boy noticed that this boy was much shorter than himself, even a little bit worse than his companion, and he didn't even have a trace of despondency on his body - he had just observed the other party's mobility, and followed his hand He thought that the long knife held by him was the newly installed sword Fusangshen, but now it seems that it is just an ordinary human being.No, it should be said that they were the judges. They were too close, and the strong, undisguised aura rushed towards his face, which made him feel slightly absent-minded.

"Hey, you're not going to die, are you?" After waiting for a long time without waiting for a response, Mayumi Sakurai looked worriedly at the other party's body riddled with holes, without much hesitation, directly drew out the long knife in his hand and put it on his arm. Swipe up, and then raised it to the boy's mouth and said: "Drink quickly, and then tell me where there is something to eat, I'm really going to starve to death."

The wound was deep enough to see the bone, the flesh was horribly turned outward, and the blood was gushing out. The black-haired boy saw his scalp tightened, hurriedly tore off a corner of his clothes, and while bandaging, blamed in disbelief: " What are you doing? How can you use your body to make a joke!"

"Don't do it!" Sakurai Mayumi was even more anxious than him, struggling with his slender wrist, and then pressed against his lips, urging: "If you don't drink it quickly, you will heal again! Don't worry, My blood has a healing effect, no matter what kind of wound it is, it can heal quickly."

He probably didn't know what kind of horror these words would produce. The black-haired Fu Sangshen opened his eyes wide and seemed to want to say something, but soon he was forcibly poured a lot of blood.It is completely different from the rust smell of ordinary people. It is like sweets, full of honey-like breath, and because the spiritual power contained in it is too strong, it will also cause an additional effect like drunkenness.

This feeling was like being hacked by the master before, but it was far more effective than that, and the injury was healed by [-]% to [-]% almost instantly.He felt his feet go limp, and if he hadn't been supported by his companions, he would have fallen to the ground in embarrassment. At this moment, he could only whisper in embarrassment: "Thank you, thank you for your generosity. May I take the liberty to ask?" , did you get separated from your fusangshen, or did they..."

——Like my companion, the sword has already been broken...

He couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart, but he knew it shouldn't be the case.Since this god judge can so generously heal him who has never met him before, he should not ignore his Fusangshen.But it's even more strange when you think about it this way. If it didn't come with the formation, what is the reason for appearing alone on the battlefield?And he didn't want to return his own Honmaru at all, did some accident happen?Could it be that he escaped from somewhere like Diablo Honmaru?

Relying on his powerful analysis (complementary) ability, he described a tragic situation for the "little poor" in front of him, and he firmly believed in it, so he said in a soft tone: "There is no one around here, there is no one at all. Restaurant. If you don’t mind, come back to our Honmaru as a guest, and the owner will help you contact the government of time to solve your current situation.”

Mayumi Sakurai blinked in confusion, and was confused, but felt that the other party meant to take him to dinner, so he nodded happily, rolled up his sleeves, and drew out his own knife , "I see that your companion is almost unable to hold on, why don't you treat it together, anyway, I have a lot of blood."

Even the child who had been silent all this time was frightened enough, he hurried up to hold him, and said in a soft voice that seemed to be about to cry: "No, don't do this, I'd rather smash a knife than use a god judge My lord's blood is here to heal me! Woo... Horikawa-no, please help me!"

Horikawa Kunihiro, who was named, felt in a dilemma.Logically, he should help hold it back, but Tuijiang's injuries are so serious, even if he insists on returning to Honmaru, given the master's attitude of contempt for short knives, he will never get a chance to get it.So if you help stop it now, it is equivalent to giving up your companion's life.

He gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee, and solemnly said with an oath-like posture: "If you can help treat Tuijiang, in the future, whether it is espionage or assassination, I can help you unconditionally, even if it means risking my life." Do not hesitate to come.”

"Wuuu... Juichuandian, why are you like this? I really, really don't care. Anyway, everyone has been broken, I..." Wu Hutui finally choked up and cried.

Horikawa Kunihiro's complexion darkened, but he still forced a smile to comfort the fragile little dagger: "Tui-chan, don't say silly things, the most important thing is to survive. And don't you always want to see the first stage hall? I heard that the master has already forged him."

"Really! First-stage brother, he... Woohoo, that's great..." Little Short Knife lifted up his eyes that were red from crying, and wiped away the tears that were still falling. Even though he was a little happy, he was still immersed Unable to extricate himself from the sadness, "It would be great if everyone could see it. We've been looking forward to it together for so long, but in the end I'm the only one... Ugh——If Brother Yiqi knew what happened today, wouldn't he know? How would you think about Master..."

Even at this time, his heart is still not filled with hatred, and he is still worried about the irreconcilable conflicts that will arise in the future.Daojian Fusangshen does have a natural affection for human god judges, and will not resist, violate, or do things that hurt his master, but he never thought that it is this kind of almost cowardly tenderness that makes humans produce The illusion that you can do whatever you want.

——It wouldn’t matter if he did this kind of thing with his own hands, after all, he is also considered evil.There is nothing he can do to offer loyalty to humans who slaughtered their fellow humans.

While thinking, Horikawa Kunihiro repeated his request with a firm expression: "Please, Lord Judge."

Mayumi Sakurai, who had been waiting for a long time with his arms raised, slashed the knife happily, and asked with an expectant expression while bleeding: "Do you have a lot of delicious food in this pill? I've been really hungry for a long time! Oh, I feel my stomach after bleeding. It’s even more empty, you must use a lot of things to replenish energy!”

He looked like he was convinced by Horikawa Kunihiro, if he had a tail, he would definitely be able to wag it non-stop at the moment—it seems that he felt that he had already taken advantage of the fact that bloodletting can be exchanged for a long-term meal ticket Insanely cheap.

The black-haired Wakizawa couldn't help but feel like a child-abductor criminal. Feelings of guilt mixed with sympathy, he almost wanted to shake the other person's shoulder and say loudly: You know it's a big deal to follow Fusangshen to Honmaru casually. How dangerous is it?Don't you have basic common sense?How on earth did he survive until now? Really, why did the government of the time accept such a young child as a god judge? !This guy's mind hasn't matured yet, he looks like he can just give him candy and run after him.

He suppressed his heart that was about to be broken, and solemnly told him: "When you get there, don't let bloodletting happen, okay, this is my last request."

"Yeah, let's go." Although he agreed obediently, it was obvious that Mayumi Sakurai's thoughts had been taken away by the upcoming feast, and he kept urging the two people who had recovered to their original state. Fu Sangshen is as excited as a child who is going on an outing.

The three people with different thoughts set off on their way home. Because Kunihiro Horikawa took up the position of captain, he deliberately held the hand of the juvenile god judge and carefully told him to follow closely later.

The other party had another fuzzy expression of "I don't want to hear you talk about anything else other than dinner", which made him exert a lot of self-control, so he didn't grab the other party's neck like a cat and shook it .

...restraint...restraint...