[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

(two chapters in one)

It was pitch black behind the shoji door, not because the lights were extinguished, but because the space was cut off by magic.

Once you step into the door, you enter another independent space.

"A meeting..."

Lu Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, touched the mask, and finally made up her mind.

"Thank you," she thanked Shen Yu, "Then, I, I will go in!"

Her tone was too decisive, as if she was holding the consciousness of going to the execution ground. Before Shen Yu could reply, the girl clenched her fists, and after the mask, she closed her eyes and rushed into the door.

The boundaries constructed by the technique swayed like water waves, and the touch under the feet also changed from hard granite to soft straw mats.

Before Lu Qiaoqiao had time to see the scene in front of her, she stepped on the ground.

"Ouch!" Fell face down into a pancake.

Zhan Wuzhu Lu Qiaoqiao, ignoring the pain of being knocked by the mask, exerted all her agility and quickly got up from the ground.

"That," she suddenly bent down and bowed at a straight ninety degrees, "Hello everyone! I am the newly appointed God Inspector... Excuse me, would you like to go to Qiongcheng with me?"

silence.

Five minutes later, Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't hold on any longer. She straightened up, and her face slid to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

The girl opened her eyes wide and asked doubtfully, "...Eh?"

In front of her, countless swords were displayed.

She was in a Japanese-style large room, besides her, there were countless swords in this room.

Short swords, wakizashis, katanas, tachis... and even the shimmering samurai swords are all available, and they are placed on the knife holders.

'You can treat it like a meet and greet'

Because of Shen Yu's words, Lu Qiaoqiao thought she would face a group of fusangshen, but unexpectedly, she entered the sword showroom.

In other words, what she did just now was basically... stupid.

The girl silently picked up the mask and put it on again. The cold jade was pressed against her skin, which finally made her face not so hot.

So what to do now?

Lu Qiaoqiao was at a loss.

She took a step forward and came to the first knife rest.

"Extreme Five Tigers retreat..."

The short knives placed on the knife rack are very familiar, and there are quite a few of them. There are five strikes in total. In appearance, it is more... gorgeous than the five tigers she is familiar with?

Lu Qiaoqiao endured and endured, and then held back the hand that was stretched out to the sword.Withdrew lightly.

The next knife rest is still a short knife, and the name is still prefixed with "ji".

After the dagger, there is Wakizashi.

"Smiling Qingjiang... full training?"

Different from the very short sword, Wakizashi and Hidao both specially marked "full practice". Although Lu Qiaoqiao didn't understand the meaning of this word, she compared it and found that even so, the number of Wakizashi and Hidao was far Much less than a very short knife.

In her heart, she vaguely understood the criteria for the Government of Time to choose Fusangshen.

She turned around and went to the knife holder where the Taidao was placed, and sure enough, the number of Taidaos increased again, although they were still not as good as the extremely short swords, those swords that she knew or had never seen were lined up, as quiet as real dead things .

Lu Qiaoqiao stopped in front of a knife rest.

"Sankai Yuezong is near..."

Even so, there was nothing on the knife holder, not even a single shikitachi.

It is also the only knife holder that is empty.

"Mr. Sanriyue..." Lu Qiaoqiao lowered her head, facing the empty knife holder, and said to herself sadly, "What should I do."

During this period of time, Lu Qiaoqiao had understood the behemoth of the Government of Time from various channels, and soon realized that the Government of Time had completely different attitudes towards the God Judge and Fu Sangshen.

Building the huge capital of time, providing comprehensive assistance, and taking care of it with all my strength; this is the judge of the gods.

Dealing with Sangshen is like a tool...

Judging from the "full practice" swords in this room, Qiongcheng is obviously not a place for pure sword cultivation.

Lu Qiaoqiao quietly lifted off the mask, rubbed the center of her brows, and quickly put it back on.

——When will she be as wise and courageous as Mr. Sanriyue?

In the huge and unfamiliar art world, Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but feel ashamed of her five scumbags, and sincerely yearned for the sword that once cut through the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.

Fortunately, Lu Qiaoqiao has always been introverted, and no one can see her admiration for Mikazuki Zongjin with Honmaru's sword.Now no one hears her talking to herself:

"Mr. Sankaiyue will definitely not hesitate like me."

"I have already promised to join Qiongcheng, I can't go back on my word."

"But what should I do now, Lord Shenyu asked me to 'take' them...carry them away?"

"...That's all I can do, ah, it's so heavy..."

Lu Qiaoqiao, an ignorant god judge who has no basic common sense, has no idea that as long as she injects spiritual power into the swords in this room, she can make them appear in human form.

This is the most common method of summoning Fu Sangshen, and Lu Qiaoqiao solemnly picked up the Dao knife that she could still move, hugged it in her arms, and prepared to do the same, taking ten or twenty vibrations to 'take away'... …

Before she shot the second strike, the sound of footsteps came from far to near.

The voice was urgent and chaotic, as if a large group of people were running wildly, with a clear goal, coming towards this space.

Immediately afterwards, the shoji with the picture of peacocks and birds on the south side crashed down.

It wasn't until now that Lu Qiaoqiao realized that there was a door in this room - the peacock shoji that was kicked down was the door.

Stepping on the door with one foot, Lu Qiaoqiao's familiar voice said excitedly: "Hou, hold on, it's here!"

Then one, two, three... Teenagers in military uniforms poured into the room. The iconic military uniforms and shorts were familiar but different.

They looked eager or worried, and there was a hint of fatigue between their brows, and they worked together to support a short-haired boy.There was a lot of noise.

"It's here, it's here."

"Great, Hou, you're saved."

"Ugh..."

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me, maybe..."

Snapped!The other half of the shoji gate was overwhelmed and collapsed, completely exposing the scene in the big room.

The yelling of the teenagers stopped abruptly.

"Cough..." In the silence, the short-haired boy surrounded by everyone gasped slightly.

He seemed to be a little puzzled, and raised his head.Weakly asked: "What, what's the matter...brother?"

He looked forward, then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Between the countless swords, a figure stood quietly.

It was a girl, wearing a uniform, the style of this world... her white arms and slender legs were exposed, and there were twinkling fluorescent lights on the small bag she was carrying.

On her face, she wears a mask to conceal her spiritual power——

"Void face!"

So before Lu Qiaoqiao could say a friendly 'Hello', she felt a cool breeze hit her face and her neck felt cold.The sharp blade touched her neck.

(⊙v⊙)...

"Wow," said a somewhat delicate voice in surprise, "This adult from the Six Parts is unexpectedly weak."

[73] Oh thick, incredible

During Lu Qiaoqiao's short career as a spiritual examiner, she experienced more adventures than in the past ten years combined.

Like this... being held around the neck by a knife is nothing short of trivial.

Well, small meaning QWQ.

The blade against her skin seemed to be teasing her, sliding slowly and dangerously, as long as the hand holding it was slightly tilted, it could cut the girl's slender neck instantly.

In front of her, dozens of fusangshen put on a guarded posture.

Among them, Lu Qiaoqiao was very familiar, but their appearance had changed a lot.

Inexplicably, Lu Qiaoqiao thought of those short knives prefixed with 'pole' on the knife holder...

"Hey, don't you want to talk, Master Liubu?" That delicate voice, as if coquettish, whispered in her ear: "Sure enough, do you want to give me some trouble first... I hate it, people don't like being messed with by blood It's sticky."

"Especially—" the voice suddenly cooled down, "the blood of people from the six tribes."

At this moment, Lu Qiaoqiao sensed the danger with her honed intuition!

She stepped on the shadow that was about to move, and her body was like noodles, twisting her body extremely slippery.In the nick of time, she dodged the blade that stabbed at her shoulder.

"Ah." Fu Sangshen, who was restraining her, let out a small exclamation, and let go of his arms involuntarily.

Seizing this opportunity, Lu Qiaoqiao immediately squatted down, rolled over, and quickly rolled aside.Then he got up on hands and feet.

Spread your feet - run~

The teenagers seemed to be shocked by this smooth escape posture, and whoever said: "Oops, I'm going to run away!"

Lu Qiaoqiao only felt a gust of cool wind in her ears, and the sharp short knife flew past her cheek, almost knocking off her face.

She hurriedly grabbed the mask, but her backpack was not so lucky, only to hear 'tear'——

Amid the sound of cloth shattering, the backpack and half of the sleeve fell down together.

Colorful candies, like rain, splashed down.

All kinds of gadgets jump out one after another, manuals, wallets, keychains...

...so sad QAQ

"Chaos, stop chasing!"

A voice stopped Fu Sangshen who was about to catch up.

Lu Qiaoqiao glanced back hastily.

Fu Sangshen, who had once threatened her viciously, put on a defensive posture, and looked at her across the face.

The appearance was so poor - clothes stained with blood, hair of different lengths that had been cut off by a sharp weapon, and an obvious wound on the cheek.The blue pupils stared at her tightly, like a trapped animal.

Is it actually like this...

The girl staggered slightly, but soon, she disappeared among the layers of knife holders, hiding somewhere.

When the messy footsteps disappeared, Fu Sangshen stepped on the candies all over the floor, walked to the thrown dagger, and picked it up.

"Luan," patted Fu Sangshen's shoulder with one hand, "Are you all right?"

"Well, I'm fine." Fu Sangshen played with the dagger and smiled, and the terrible wound on his cheek also affected him, "It's a pity that she escaped...It hurts so much!"

Yaken Toshiro withdrew his hand, looked at the brother covering the wound, and sighed silently: "If it hurts, don't put on such a fierce expression."

This was the voice that made Lu Qiaoqiao feel familiar every time. Among the group of fusangshen who poured into Dahiro, there was one—Yakuken Toshiro.

However, his appearance is also in a state of embarrassment.

The military uniform was almost reduced to rags, and only a small part of the armor remained on the right shoulder.

Even so, the young man didn't show much despondency, and he still looked reliable.

"Again, I'm just angry... I'm—Ranto Shiro, I just want to mess around." The embarrassed young man carefully wiped the dagger, almost all the clothes on his upper body were torn, and with a slight movement, his body was exposed. Smooth chest.

It is precisely because of this that although he is wearing a skirt, he will not be mistaken for his gender.

"Really, I didn't expect to meet people from the Six Parts here. It has never happened before, but it's too weak... I ran away after a little scare, ah."

Under his feet, he stepped on something.

It was a shiny candy.

——It was something left by that girl.

Candies and all kinds of gadgets were spread out, and a thin voice said softly, "...This, is Jinpingtang?"

The young man who spoke was pitifully thin even among this group of embarrassing fusangshen.

He shrank in the most inconspicuous corner, with white hair covering half of his eyes.

"There are so many," he marveled at the candies all over the floor, "yes, there will be... those who like candies, my lord?"

Thinking about it this way, the person under the cold mask seemed to come alive.

Tiger likes Kopeito too.

boom!

The dull sound of his body hitting the ground brought his wandering thoughts back to reality.

The short-haired boy who was surrounded by fusangshen fell down without warning.

"thick!"

The teenagers exclaimed and rushed over one after another, calling out the names of their brothers.

The short-haired boy's body was curled up, his clothes were also damaged, and his exposed skin was covered with blue marks like cracks.

"What should I do, Yaoken." Rantoshiro said in a panic, "Thick, thick...are you going to break it?"

"Why, I finally made up my mind and came here."

Yaken Fujishiro knelt in front of the short-haired boy, clenched his fists tightly, watched the blue traces continue to spread, and said with difficulty: "Don't panic, if you can get it..."

He himself stopped talking.

Yaken Toshiro lowered his head: "I'm sorry, brother."

"...Don't apologize to me, brother." Fu Sangshen, who was lying on the ground, let out a hoarse laugh, "Well, there's no other way, I'll take a step first...Everyone, don't come too fast."

The footsteps sounded at this moment.

Step by step, slowly and carefully.

Ranto Shiro turned around suddenly: "Who!"

The footsteps stopped.

The girl wearing a virtual mask stood quietly in the knife holder.

Half of her sleeves were cut off, and her shoes fell off during the run. Standing barefoot among the candies all over the floor, she looked a little funny.

Rantoshiro opened his eyes wide in surprise.It never occurred to me that the girl would go and come back.

"Sorry for the trouble." A thin voice came from behind the mask, clear and soft, sounding very calm, but the girl's bare toes curled up tightly because of fear, completely revealing her emotions .

"...If you buy it, I will, do you want to help?"

Keng, Ranto Shiro drew his dagger.

"Hey," the boy smiled, "Master Liubu, did you come back on purpose to help us? I'm so touched."

"No..." the girl said weakly, "I lost my lantern. It was given to me by a friend. It is very important. I want to pick it up... Then, I heard your conversation."

The mocking smile on Ranto Shiro's face froze under this honest answer before it could fully unfold.

"Will we still trust you now?"

For the first time, the young man showed an angry expression - facing the 'virtual face' representing the Six Parts.

"Prison us in this place, only here can we have a little spiritual power," he clenched his hands, "Even so, it's still not enough, slowly changing back to the original body..."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the Fusangshen brought their wounded brothers to this place full of swords.

"Luan." A hand gently tugged at the corner of Rantoshiro's clothes.

The voice of Wuhu Tui was timid: "If you can save Hou... Please, please my lord, also, also..."

——A grown-up who likes Kopeito.

"It's useless, quit." Yaken Toshiro interrupted him.

He stood up and stood in front of a group of teenagers: "The damage is too thick, the cracks have spread all over the body..."

Wuhu Tui immediately burst into tears: "No, is there no other way?"

"In the best case, I just changed back to my original body. I originally thought that I could be here..." Yaken Toshiro said in a low voice, "Spiritual power...too little."

"Is it just a lack of spiritual power?"

The girl's clear voice sounded again.

She seemed to be relieved, and even her tone was a little bit excited: "Great, if you have spiritual power, I can help you."

Clear, pure, huge spiritual power like a sea tide gently overflowed from the girl's body, filling the room almost instantly.

The virtual surface on the girl's face made a crisp cracking sound. This technique was originally used to cover up the spiritual power, but now it was actually cracked under the impact of the spiritual power.

"...Sorry, I'm not very good at controlling," she stretched out her hand, supported the crumbling mask, and said something that shocked Fu Sangshen even more: "This mask is also a bit fragile, so it can only be released slowly like this Spiritual power……"

Ranto Shiro narrowed his eyes involuntarily, showing an unusually comfortable expression.Like a fish in a dry pond, suddenly bathed in sweet rain.

Not only him, but all the Fusangshen in the room seemed to have a new look.

- Also those on the knife holder.

These fusangshen were concentrated here, and their spiritual power was almost isolated for the sake of control. Only the room full of swords and swords had some spiritual power.

But it's only "a little", so that Fu Sangshen can maintain the state of his body, so that he won't be broken into pieces.

The requirement for summoning Fusangshen, besides having Fusangshen's body sword, is—spiritual power.

...(⊙⊙).

Lu Qiaoqiao was dumbfounded, the unique light when summoning Fu Sangshen, flickered one after another, she was about to be blinded by the light, very short sword, wakizashi, sword...

A hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Really, are you an idiot!" Ranto Shiro's nervous complaint sounded in her ears, Lu Qiaoqiao felt her body lighten, and the young man held her on his shoulders like a sack, "For the sake of thickness , I will help you this time."