[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

"Your shadow, is it moving?"

The little joy in Lu Qiaoqiao's heart quickly froze.

"What are you talking about, retreat, there is no light at all here."

"But," Ranto Shiro's tone hesitated, Lu Qiaoqiao heard light footsteps - it was the boy walking towards her: "I did see something deeper than the darkness."

The footsteps stopped: "It's gone again."

Fu Sangshen's voice was full of doubts: "Did I read it wrong?"

"Sure."

"You're thinking of something weird again."

"What, don't think you can take the opportunity to complain about me." Ranto Shiro immediately retorted.

Fu Sangshen let out a small snort, ended the bickering with his brothers, and the sound of footsteps approached - walking towards Lu Qiaoqiao.

The extremely short knife with excellent night vision can still be seen even in such darkness.The girl who was supposed to be sitting cross-legged by the wall curled up inexplicably, bent down, and pressed her hands tightly to the ground.

Fu Sangshen instantly abandoned his awkward arrogance, and suddenly rushed over: "Hey, what's wrong with you."

The other 'Toshiro' who had been concentrating on bickering with Rantoshiro were also taken aback.

Hirano Fujishiro was the closest to Lu Qiaoqiao, and immediately asked with concern: "Are you feeling well?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand, trying to hold the girl's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, such a gentle move made her tremble suddenly as if being scalded by a branding iron, and quickly straightened her waist.

"I'm fine." Lu Qiaoqiao said.

Hirano Toshiro's hand slipped down involuntarily, and his expression was a little surprised.

There is also a little bit of invisible loss.

Even so, Fu Sangshen's tone was very gentle: "Did I scare you? I'm very sorry."

"I'm sorry," Lu Qiaoqiao said hastily, "I overreacted."

On Lu Qiaoqiao's lap lay the short knives entrusted to her. There were four strikes in total: Hirano Toshiro, Maeda Toshiro, Akita Toshiro and the Five Tigers.

But now, they were all attracted by the girl's unusual appearance, and cast concerned eyes.

After Hirano Fujishiro, the Ji·Five Tigers retreated, and the weak, concerned voice said: "That...is it really all right? You look, very bad... and you are in a cold sweat."

The Five Tigers backed off, and Akita Toshiro, mustered up his courage, said hesitantly, "Yes, it's true..."

"You're sweating... and your expression is tense?"

Of course Lu Qiaoqiao was very nervous.

Her shadow—the main body of Honmaru, the bottom of the abyss connected to her soul, was extremely excited.

Maybe because it has swallowed too many remnants of swords and swords, it is closer to something like a monster.Although there is no clear consciousness, it has instinct.

Here, there is the 'bait' that makes Honmaru burst into greedy nature.

Lu Qiaoqiao panicked in her heart - the one who can attract the abyss is naturally the remnant soul of the sword full of resentment.

Can make Abyss excited to such an extent, even vaguely want to break away from her shackles, what is hidden in this darkness?

No matter what, the abyss cannot be made active in this place, otherwise these extremely short creatures will definitely be swallowed up.

Although she can fish them out, but...

They were all injured to varying degrees. If they were burned by the fire of evil karma again, they would definitely be very painful.

Lu Qiaoqiao pinched her palm hard until her fingertips sank deeply and punctured her palm. She pressed her blood-stained finger to the ground. 'Honmaru' is like a shark smelling blood, greedily engulfing the gurgling blood.

"Huh..." Yakuken Toshiro, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It smells like blood."

"Really...not brothers."

"I'm sorry," Lu Qiaoqiao finally said. Although she couldn't see it, she still tried her best to turn her face towards the source of the sound - Fu Sangshen: "I pinched my palm."

"It's too dark here...a little bit scary."

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint light suddenly appeared in this eternal night-like darkness.

——Atsushi Shiro raised his hand, and on Fusangshen's fingertips, hovered something like fireworks, light blue in color.

"So you're afraid of the dark?" The young man's expression was still stern, and he curled his mouth slightly, as if to sneer: "What a timid general."

With this faint light, Lu Qiaoqiao finally saw Fu Sangshen surrounding her again—these teenagers who were either in distress or covered in scars were staring at her with concern.

"Really, does the dark scare you too?"

Rantoshiro had unknowingly walked to her side, sitting cross-legged like Hirano Toshiro.

"Since you are afraid, you should speak up earlier... No, otherwise, if you get it, what should you do if you fail?"

He took off his military cap, and the long pale golden hair fell on his cheeks. It was also because the light softened his expression. Even though he complained, there was no sign of dislike in his blue eyes.

"Your hand?" It was Maeda Toshiro who spoke. He had a face similar to Hirano Toshiro, like twins.

Lu Qiaoqiao let go of her palm that had been pressing on the ground. The wound on her palm had turned pale white, and there was no trace of blood left.

But she showed a relieved expression, and the girl smiled: "It's okay, it's just a small wound, and it's not bleeding anymore."

"It's not okay to place the wound like this." Ji·Yakuken Toshiro sighed softly.

In the dim light, Fu Sangshen, dressed in rags, walked slowly to Lu Qiaoqiao's side.

Even after a brief treatment, wounds can still be seen on his body.

"If you don't care about it, it will cause inflammation," the young man smiled, reaching out his hand to grope in the inner lining, intending to tear one off and tie Lu Qiaoqiao's hands, "There are no other cloth strips for now, I hope you don't..." Disgusted.

Before he finished speaking, he heard the crisp sound of the cloth being broken.

"Here you are." Ranto Shiro maintained a disgusted expression, and quickly tore off a piece of cloth from his layered skirt...

"You're so scared that you cut your own hand, you really are a useless guy...Yakuken, what kind of expression do you have?"

"Didn't you see it, chaos," Ji Yaken Toshiro suddenly said, "You actually like this lord so much."

"You, what are you talking about! Who would like her."

"But... Luan, unexpectedly, took the initiative to tear off the cloth of the skirt."

"Yes, but the location is not good. The messy skirt is red, right? If it's stained with blood, you can't tell it. It's impossible to know whether it's clean or not."

"The lining fabric is the best."

"That, that... my clothes can also..."

Seeing this group of ragged and embarrassed teenagers generously donating the only good cloth left on her body, Lu Qiaoqiao took the cloth strip from Ranto Shiro's hand with lightning speed, wrapped it left and right, and wrapped it around in the blink of an eye. Time wrapped his hands into a spherical shape.