[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Fu Sangshen, who was dressed as a god, had no real body, just a phantom formed by energy, but Sanri Yuezong was standing in front of her, which still brought infinite courage to Lu Qiaoqiao.

She quickly wiped away her tears, a little embarrassed: "Sorry, Mr. Sanriyue, I let you see your weak side."

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay," Fu Sangshen said relaxedly as always, "Even if the Lord is crying, he is majestic."

"...Don't make fun of me, Mr. Mikazuki."

She stared at Fu Sangshen: "How did you come to my side?"

Looking at the endless torii gate again: "Where are these torii gates?"

"Well, there are a lot of questions," Mikazuki Zongjin said, "Then let's explain from the beginning."

He opened his arms, and his wide sleeves stretched out like wings.

Then Fu Sangshen took a step forward and gently put his arms around the girl.

He didn't have a body, but he seemed to hold Lu Qiaoqiao in his arms.

"Have you forgotten?" Sanri Yuezong's voice was gentle, and his embrace blocked all the darkness in this endless time and space, "You summoned us in the form of a divine costume."

He raised his hand, and slowly 'touched' Lu Qiaoqiao's hair, the pale pink Luoying passed through his body: "I'm also very surprised, the little master has such a strong and firm belief .Let me descend in divine attire."

Sword Fusangshen, although he has the name of a god, is closer to ghosts.

However, the difference between gods and demons, in the pan-believing Shinto, the only clear boundary is 'faith'.

"So, now I have become a god that belongs to you alone."

"When you called me, I came down to you," Sanri Yue Zongjin said with a smile, "This is the duty of a god."

Therefore, in the cracks of this time, the torii will appear.

Lu Qiaoqiao buried her head in Fu Sangshen's arms. Although it was a phantom, it made her feel peaceful and warm.

She listened to Sanri Yuezong explaining to her in an unhurried voice, until he finished speaking, he still looked ignorant.

After a while, Lu Qiaoqiao gradually came to his senses.

——'When you call me'.

Just now, she really missed Honmaru's swords in her heart.Unknowingly, she seemed to have regarded them as family members.

Lu Qiaoqiao felt hot on his face.

Lu Qiaoqiao, the god judge who was still calm when stripping off the clothes of the knee ball, suddenly felt a long-lost embarrassment!

This kind of shameful feeling of being peeped through!

"Mr. Sanriyue," Lu Qiaoqiao said in an extremely weak voice, "I'm not always so weak."

"Hahaha, yes, yes."

Lu Qiaoqiao coughed lightly, trying to restrain her emotions, she raised the knife in her hand.

"Look, this is Utasen Kanesada's main body sword."

Sanri Yuezong watched Da Dao closely: "It seems that during this period of time, the Lord has encountered a lot of things."

"I was also taken aback when I was called to such a place, hahaha."

"Can you take me out?" Lu Qiaoqiao asked.

Responding to her was Mikazuki Zongjin's raised hand.

"Come," he said to the girl, "Jojo."

Her name was once again called out by the Fu Sangshen.

The god judge cannot reveal her name to Fu Sangshen. Although she travels in the world, the swordsmen strictly abide by this rule and do not pry into her real name.

But one-eighth of her soul, when she was in the ghost way, told Sanri Yue Zongjin herself——

'You can call me...Jojo! '

In the teacher's mouth, she is "Student Lu";

The classmates are still not familiar with her, so they call her by first name and surname;

The swordsmen of Honmaru call her 'master', 'lord', 'lord'...

It has been a long, long time, and no one has called her in such a gentle tone: Qiao Qiao.

Lu Qiaoqiao felt as if her hair was being rubbed by an elder, and all the negative emotions in her heart were gone.

She stretched out her hand, and although she couldn't touch Fu Sangshen's phantom, she still made a 'handshake' gesture.

"Let's go, Mr. Mikazuki."

The god stepped forward and led her along the torii path.

"When I get out, I'll tell you what happened during this time."

"Hahaha, very good, very good."

The fallen flower whirled and landed on Lu Qiaoqiao's hair and shoulders, and when it touched her, it slowly dissipated.

"You called me by my name, Mr. Mikazuki."

"Don't like it?"

"How could it be? On the contrary, I'm a little happy. But...you don't usually call me that."

"Because, in this case, it feels like my little secret with you, hahaha."

"Wow," Lu Qiaoqiao exclaimed a little, "Indeed."

A piece of falling flowers passed through Fu Sangshen's palm.

On the third day, Yue Zongjin stopped in his tracks, curled his fingers slightly, and 'tucked' Lu Qiaoqiao's hair.

"So," he said softly, "do you want to try calling me by my name?"

Lu Qiaoqiao was stunned: "San Riyue..."

Fu Sangshen's fingers rested between her lips, pressing down the words she hadn't spoken yet.

"Shh, that's fine." His voice became softer, "You can just call me Sanriyue, and you don't need to add any honorific title."

A piece of white plum petals, mixed with the pale pink cherry blossoms, flew past quietly.

"Ah, it's already here." Sanri Yue Zongjin sighed with regret, "It's really fast."

He withdrew his hand, and only then did Lu Qiaoqiao recover from the state of being immobilized. When she looked forward, there was still a continuous torii gate.

"Reached?"

Still can't see the end.

"The realm of the gods is also limited, but I can't build this road." Mikayue Zongjin felt a little emotional.

"So, we have to part for the time being."

Like a dividing line, there are more and more sporadic plum petals, Sanri Yuezong put his hands together and said with a smile: "Go."

Is this for her to go by herself?

"Mr. Sanriyue?" Lu Qiaoqiao looked at him anxiously, and habitually added a respectful name.

"...Don't worry," the crescent moon in Sanri Yuezong's eyes swayed slightly, "There are trustworthy people ahead to guide you."

Taking a step forward, it was suddenly dark behind him, whether it was the swirling cherry petals, the torii, or the beautiful Fusangshin, all disappeared.

Lu Qiaoqiao was a little nervous: "Huh?"

Then in her ears, she heard a gentle voice: "Ji Jun."

Standing next to the pillar of the torii is Ikki Ikshin who is also dressed in a divine attire.

The young man's shoulders and hair tips were covered with plum petals, and they scattered with a slight movement.

"I've been waiting for a long time, Ji Jun," Fu Sangshen said with mist in his eyes, "Next, please let me guide you."