[Sword Ranbu] The Inquisitor on the Tip of the Tongue

With a crisp jingle.Usamaru bent down, bent his index finger, and picked up the pair of wooden clogs with golden bells, his fingers were wet from the dew on the grass and fallen flowers.

"Let me see..." Fu Sangshen, who was like a brown warbler, showed a light smile like a swallow, "It's the clogs of a god judge."

For Fu Sangshen, it was obvious at a glance, but he clearly seemed to be asking someone.

Have you seen the judge?

If she doesn't put on her shoes properly, her small and beautiful feet will definitely be hurt.The judges are really restless.

"I have to return the wooden clogs to the judge..." His tone was mixed with subtle hesitation, and his long eyebrows were slightly frowned in distress.

My cherished God-inspector girl, have you seen that child?

Hearing a slight sound, Uimaru suddenly turned her head and looked towards Honmaru's gate.

After quickly walking in, I saw that almost half of the clothes of the God Judge girl had been taken off, and she kept trying to crawl out.

She seemed to be stuck in a spider's web.

The struggling butterfly bones are slow and powerless, with a hypocritical strength that accumulates for a long time before a trace of strength is opened and closed like a dying line.

She whimpered and begged for mercy, and struggled to crawl out with an unattractive posture, "... woo... please don't do this..."

It is a strong sense of tragedy that is heartfelt in death and solo.

"Don't run away, God judge." The blond mustache completely showed his figure from the shadow of the inner room.The crooked eyes and mouth are gilded with the dark light of dreams.His strong sense of existence is like the pain of a knife cutting people into pieces.

——Wolf ambition is well known to passers-by.

The judge still unconsciously struggled to the outside, using both hands and feet, crying.

So the ankle, as slender as if it had been pulled out of a swamp, was grabbed by Fu Sangshen, and then slowly dragged back.In the violently shaking sight, a pair of legs that could not be concealed under the red train looked like poisonous weeds with plump roots, slightly oozing marsh water, full of damp and trance hints.

"Please let me go..." She cried out as she tried her best but still gradually fell back into the room engulfed by shadows.The girl's meaningless form of rejection is like a nightingale soaking thorns in the blood of her heart, sad and dying.

Those sad chick wings are also lamentable, aren't they?

"So the God Judge is here." Yingmaru finally smiled again, obviously getting used to this scene.

The bell in his hand made a crisp swish.

"Help, save me." The pupils of the God Judge girl finally had a little focus, she asked Ying Wan for help, and tears fell unconsciously. "Higakiri and Komamaru are too much."

At that moment, the god-judgment girl really felt the fear of being delicately eaten on a plate.

But she couldn't back down, once she backed off, even if it was a tiny bit, she would be completely swallowed.

But also—why has no one ever told me that things like swords can backfire?

"Sure enough, it would be better to wear the bell around the neck?" Umaru held the bell decorated on the bottom of the clogs, completely ignored the girl's weeping, and spoke to herself, with some thought in her expression.

It is that kind of seriousness that seems more oppressive.

Seeing Umaru appearing, Higiri paused, but his expression did not show the symptoms of letting go of the examiner at all. "Because the interrogator gave the wrong answer just now, he should be punished. This was agreed at the beginning, right...brother?" He knelt down and faced the girl who was no longer struggling.

"But... woo."

The judge rubbed the corner of his clothes.The tear-filled eyes glowed brightly, the pink cheeks and pink knees, and the soft signal, all became extra cute on the body of the examiner.

"Brother's words are everything." Xiwan said without thinking, holding the handle of the knife.On the irritable and delicate face, there is a pair of indulgent sword eyebrows, often slightly frowning, as always, he is dissatisfied with the girl and absolutely convinced of his brother.

"do not Cry!……"

"Woo..." The judge didn't say anything.

——It's also great that the god judge clearly wants to say something but is helpless.

Umaru finally felt helpless, and gently put down the black-bottomed red clogs on the steps. As soon as he opened and closed his lips, the voice gradually spread like light tea, "Higakiri and Kagemaru should also restrain themselves a little bit. This way It's going to be ruined in no time."

This child is my important judge.

Yingmaru's smile is dyed with beautiful green, joy and implied fear.The curvature of the corners of the lips is like the undulating surface of a spring lake, rippling with soft waves.It seemed to be calm, but the hidden weapons that had been wiped away happened to be shot at this moment.

The beautiful massacre is simply the symbol of "Youmaru Yusei".

"It's obviously you in the first place in Honmaru, isn't it?" Without putting a beak, Tokiri held the examiner in his arms like a pet, stood up, chatting and laughing happily.He calmly announced the name of the original prisoner.

There are not a few Fusangshen who have feelings for the interrogator, but the first offender is him——Yuomaru.

Obviously it’s not a big deal, first one. ——"You mustache, don't take your anger out on me so easily." Yingniao continued to say with a smile.

"How could this be?" Higakiri smiled back calmly.

They smiled at each other, king against king, fighting between little chess pieces.The brighter the smiles of these two people, the colder they are.

I felt more and more that jealousy was gnawing at Tokiri's heart crazily, with an unbearable itching and unbearable numbness.Turn him into a man-hungry beast.

The sword is only used to kill people when it is unsheathed; but people can be lost for love and hatred.

The first one, the next offender, Yingmaru and Youcheng.

"Higakiri, don't be unhappy." At this moment, the girl left a sweet kiss on his side cheek, and then she squinted at Yingmaru, which was very light but very alluring.

Here it comes again.Hikiri thought helplessly.

No matter what excessive things are done to her, Fu Sangshen will be comforted by her.

"It's easy for everyone to get angry." She was well aware of the guilt spreading silently in this pill.

"It makes me feel tired too."

Although he was complaining, there was no trace of real blame on the face of the judge, but it was as indifferent as a baby.

It really is - stupid.Mustache made a conclusion.

This person was too gentle with the god of mourning, to the point of condoning his crimes.

I kept telling myself, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

The spoiled god doesn't know what to do next.Maybe it's asking for more, maybe it will swallow you up, including your bones?

"I do not believe it."

"Everyone will protect me."

fraud.Speak soft words.In fact, Higakiri felt more anger, not at Omaru, but at the judge.

This shameless pathetic liar.Nothing but deceiving yourself.

The pretense comes from the lofty will of self-sacrifice, but no one knows that she is being suppressed, forced and destroyed.

Tears are easy to fall, isn't your expression when you secretly shed tears the best proof.

From that moment on, mustache suddenly no longer felt jealousy, but crazy hunger.Stomach acid seems to corrode itself.

He showed the same expression as Yingmaru and Fusangshen:

Don't cry.That would make me want to destroy.

I love you.So I want to hurt you.

For I am a knife, a sharp and cruel knife.Isn't the best way to show love to the one you love is to stab the other person's heart with a knife?

"Even I don't know what to do to you." He trembled, he adored, he kissed.

A young girl as beautiful as a lamb, lying on the altar, with rosy eyes, silky hair, and white skin soaked in rose petals.Sweet, bewitchingly sweet.

Because I have been making swords for so many years, I have so many senses for the first time: sight, smell, hearing, touch...even the illusion of the beating in my heart, so I can describe your beauty in detail.

Innocent beauty.Most sinful.

I want to fuck you like crazy｜love.Crazy sex against the backdrop of the destruction of the world|love.

Because you get it, you will be afraid of losing it.Scars on your white carcass.

I would like to ask more, what kind of existence is a god judge?

Because of the spiritual power flowing in her body, every time I see her, there will be a natural sense of intimacy.For such a shallow and distorted reason, he approached without authorization.

Higekiri looked at the girl who softly comforted him, but really, didn't listen to anything.

——Because what I love is not the God Judge at all, but her spiritual power.

The ugly and crazy monster started to move because of its appetite.

Imprison her, tie her up, seek her sight, rob her breath, capture her heart.

In this way, she can completely occupy her spiritual power - that's why she looks like she's fallen in love and can't help herself.

Because everything is for the judges. ——Such lies often hover in Fu Sangshen's heart like sick moths.It is useless to deceive, deny and prove, because all of these are originally based on spiritual power.

The heartbeat simulated by spiritual power, the simulated love.

I love her.This in itself is a false proposition.

Swords fall in love with girls, who wrote this story? Hypocritical, vulgar, and arrogant, it's just a product of fame and fortune to attract people's attention.

Who said I love you, I love myself.

What I love is your spiritual power.

The author has something to say:

I admit defeat, I still can't write ordinary Otome Xiang_(:з」∠)_

The love with a knife is very dark, the tenderness forced by the judge in order to survive, can actually write a deep topic (laughs)

This article is written purely for self-expression, so it is very arbitrary, it will be revised repeatedly and the speed is super slow (gesturing), maybe it will be put on hold if there is no motivation (beat

It's not the "Lifetime" series!hum!

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