[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Fine strands of hair fell down, and blood slowly oozed from Kasen Kanesada's cheeks.

A slender wound opened from the corner of his mouth and extended to the pinna.

It wasn't until this moment that he reacted, and he didn't care about wiping off the blood, and quickly put his hands in front of him, making a defensive posture.

His ears were filled with buzzing sounds, and the saber energy flew past his ears at a very close distance, the vibration almost depriving him of his hearing.

Therefore, he could only see the pale blond-haired evil spirit, smiling and opening and closing his lips as if nothing had happened:

"Hey, I escaped."

"Mr. Hikiri!"

The girl on the main seat let out a cry of surprise, her eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected the situation to develop like this at all.

At this moment, Utasen Kanesada noticed that she was barefoot.The round toes stepped on the horizontal mat, pressing the silk cloth out of a small depression.After pressing and flicking, she took steps to step down from the main seat.

For some reason, Kasen Kanesada had an inexplicable hope that there would be something...whether it was silk or silk or silk, it would lay on the path she was about to walk.Let those feet not be stained with dust——

Then, a hand stretched out, and gently held the bare foot in mid-air.

The noren curtain of the tulle moved slightly. On the right side of the main seat and at the front of the horizontal seat, a boy in a red and black safari was holding his slender arms steadily. The girl stepped on him and only stepped into his palm.

"Well, that's not allowed." There seemed to be a sloppy smile in his voice, "My Lord should stand on a high platform, how can you let your feet be stained with the dust here."

In Song Xian's sight, the girl's expression was like this: (⊙⊙).

Then it became like this: (⊙口⊙)...

Her whole body was as if stiff, and she stood there in a daze until the young man in hunting clothes, Fu Sangshen, withdrew his hand, but still maintained the posture of raising his feet, motionless.

After a few more seconds, she realized that she stepped back abruptly and returned to the main seat, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Little Karasuma?"

Karasuma?

"Tch." The young man smiled, calmly withdrew his hand, and then, holding the unsheathed, sharp sword, slowly walked out of the horizontal seat.

The tip of the knife opened the noren curtain, and then slid down the unique blade with both ends sharpened. The boy holding the Taidao stepped on the ground barefoot, pacing leisurely.

His slender body seemed to have no deterrent power, but every time he took a step, the noise in the hall due to mustache cutting became quieter.

When he walked into the hall and stood opposite Mustache, the hundreds of Fusangshen in the room also completely fell silent.

"In front of my lord, it's really ugly to make such a mess," the young man said softly, "Disobedient children will be punished."

"Ah, because it is a sword type in the transitional period between straight swords and curved blades, and being named the father of the world's samurai swords by the idle nobles, do you really think that you can control everything?"

Fu Sangshen, with light blonde hair, smiled: "What a ridiculous delusion."

His few short words caused another commotion in the room, and even Kasen Kanesada stared at him in surprise, and sighed sincerely and from the bottom of his heart:

This guy's ability to provoke and fight is too good!

He had already fully remembered - the one who flew with precision just now and missed the mustache cutting blade was the scabbard thrown by this little Karasuma.

Even he can understand the obvious strength gap between these two.It is impossible for Higiri, who is confronting Karasuma, not to notice it.

Even so, under the watchful eyes of many people, Higekiri still raised his sword——to Karasuma, who has the legend of the blade bestowed by the gods.

"Aren't you willing to give up the act of rebellion?" the young man said softly, "Although the blade is aimed at me, the murderous aura emitted is that it wants to kill everything."

"Well... After all, I'm a ghost-slaying knife." Fu Sangshen put his palm against the back of the knife, even at this moment, he still smiled, "We must confirm..."

"Where the ghosts are."

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Turning back the time a little bit, it is the time when the night has not yet fallen and the evening light is about to sink into the ground.

The brilliant golden light shrouded the Regent. Even if it fell to the ground, this huge palace building complex was not a little close to the world. It was still like the palace of gods in the Izumo Kingdom, and it was not allowed to approach it.

In fact, the highest point of the Regent's Department was indeed named "Shrine".

This is the dormitory belonging to the Ministry of Taoism, and each palace is extraordinarily luxurious.As night falls, the easternmost palace is lit up, and when you open the gate, you can hear——

"Ahahahaha!"

... loud and high-pitched laughter.

Mustache's hand paused, and after a while, he continued to peel the orange as if nothing had happened.He was sitting on the corridor on the second floor, and he could clearly see the courtyard not far away. Although it was almost time to light up the lights, it was still very lively.

In the courtyard, a young man was bare-chested, holding a wooden knife in his hand, and the laughter came from his mouth: "Hey, admit defeat, we lost."

On the opposite side of the man was Fu Sangshen dressed as a monk, with snow-like long hair that almost fell to the ground, and he was also holding a Taidao in his hand. It was obvious that he had won the competition just now.

Even so, he didn't have a happy expression, but said in a low voice: "...it's better not to use the knife, it's fine if it disappears in battle..."

"Ahahaha, isn't it? But when you hit me just now, you didn't hit me lightly."

"...to be summoned to this chaotic world again is really not my wish."

"Don't say that," the topless young man put down the wooden knife, "Although we were at the back when we were summoned, we didn't see the lord, but I heard that he is a very good judge."

"It's a beauty!"

A cheerful voice reached the young man's ears.

The person who spoke was a young man. He was sitting on a rock in the courtyard. He had bright yellow hair and he was shaking his legs vigorously.

"I saw it today. That lord is with the Awataguchi family's polarized knives. This time we are very close and can see it very clearly." He said enthusiastically, "Haha, although I put it on soon mask."

"Oh," the young man hammered down, "It's amazing information, Urashima. If that's the case, I'm looking forward to it. After all, I'm working under the command of a beautiful woman."

"Hey, is Mr. Mutsu planning to sign a contract?"

"Just, just thinking about..."

"Oh, Mr. Mutsu is lying. If you don't want to follow the words of that adult, you can leave immediately, or apply for a position in the sixth department. I heard that Mr. Mutsu is here all day..."

"You little brat," the young man grinned ferociously, "then why are you staying in this shrine and don't want to leave?"

Urashima Tiger Tetsu jumped off the rock, grinning: "I just want to see it again, after all, I want to offer a loyal follower to the lord."

"..."

Laughter echoed in the courtyard, and Mustache ate a piece of orange with a smile.Then he raised his fingers and clicked one by one: "Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki..."

His fingertips rested vaguely on the young man's head, as if he was gesticulating something: "Hmm... Is it one of the five initial knives designated by the government, a well-practiced knives."

Soon, it moved to the young man again, but only paused for a moment: "Wakizashi, close to full training."

In the end, it fell on Fu Sangshen who looked like a monk.

"Tai Dao, Jiang Xue Zuo Wenwen..." Fu Sangshen's knuckles sank slightly, as if trying to catch Jiang Xue Zuo Wenwen's neck.

"Master mustache." A voice came, and mustache's hand paused, his knuckles loosened.

Yaken Fujishi lifted the curtain: "You are indeed here."

The boy came to his side: "Are you watching everyone play again... Eh?"

His hand touched a wine cup.

"Higakiri-sama," the boy was a little surprised, "have you been drinking?"

"Ah," Fu Sangshen finally turned his head and said with a smile, "It's just a little bit."

"I've never seen you drink alcohol before," Yaken Toshiro said, he raised his cup and sniffed lightly, "Well, this smell...is it divine wine?"

Hikiri didn't answer, but just turned his gaze back.

"It's the younger brother of the Toru family, right?" Yaken Toshiro followed his line of sight, with a somewhat relieved tone, "Finally he is slowly becoming cheerful."

"If you are too cheerful, you will be annoying." Mustache said softly.

"Higakiri-sama is always like this," Yaken Toshiro chuckled, "When Keimaru-sama is around, you'll often be annoyed by you."

"Knee pill?" Fu Sangshen showed a blank expression on his face, "This is..."

"Did you forget again?" The young man opened his eyes slightly, but it was obvious that this situation was not the first, and he was not particularly surprised, "Keimaruden is your younger brother."

"Oh, brother? Indeed, but I don't remember many things in the past few hundred years..."

"I just saw you last week."

The handsome Fu Sangshen, like a child, showed pure doubts: "Is that so?"

"...Ah, there is really nothing I can do about you."

"Yakuken," Higiri pinched a piece of orange, and briskly changed the subject, "Did you come back from that place?"

"Are you talking about Qiongcheng?" The young man quickly realized that he took off his belt and sat down like a young man, "Although the barrier has just been set..."

He glanced at Mustache, and then continued: "But the city is running well. Everyone has adapted."

"...Oh?" Higashiri said meaningfully, "Does that also include those guys who don't intend to make a contract?"

Yaken Fujishiro was silent for a while: "You can't say that."

He explained generally: "It's just that there is no plan to make a contract for the time being."

"Besides, more adults probably want to confirm the general's stamina." He turned to look at the noisy Fusangshen in the courtyard, "Once confirmed..."

Having said this, he stopped talking and sighed involuntarily.

Yaken Toshiro rarely showed a troubled expression: "No matter how I think about it, I find it difficult."

"Until now, I still find it incredible," he rubbed his forehead, "the general would actually wake up all the Fu Sangshen in the box, and they are all elites who have been selected by the government... Fortunately, among them, only The Tortoise Shell Hall and the Thousand Sons Hall are new swords."

"The general made a strange agreement with Master Shenyu again."

The young man tried his best to recall: "'Draw a whole page of little stars' or something... Now I am a real member of the Daoist Ministry, and I have endless tasks every day. I don't have much time to take care of Qiongcheng's affairs."

He rubbed his eyebrows: "I don't know if I can get my salary in the end..."

"Those adults need to be treated with caution... just a few Tsurumaru halls are extremely difficult to deal with."

"Is it the sword of the Wujo family?" Higashiki narrowed his eyes, "In terms of temperament, he is indeed a difficult junior."

"Fortunately, Little Karasuma Palace is willing to live in Qiongcheng."

There were little ripples in the wine cup that Fu Sangshen held in his hand.

"He is not only the father of samurai swords in the world, but also the most powerful Fusangshen in the box... That's why Qiongcheng can be organized so quickly."

"..."

"grown ups?"

Higakiri picked up the wine bottle, filled the glass to the point where it was about to overflow, and then raised his glass to sip.He drank the divine wine in one gulp, the liquid slipped down the corner of his mouth and sank into his collar.

Fu Sangshen raised the corners of his lips: "It's really distressing."

He fiddled with the wine cup between his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Obviously he has not yet become a monarch, but he has a lot of awareness, and even works hard beyond his capacity... It is precisely because of this stupid persistence, It will attract more and more stupid guys... lingering in this shrine."

"The side of Qiongcheng will be filled with idiots sooner or later."

"Cough," Yaken Toshiro was choked, he was in disbelief: "But Hikiri-sama, you didn't expect Joan very much at first..."

Click.

Fu Sangshen put down the wine cup, and the porcelain and the solid wood table knocked against each other, making a dull sound, interrupting the boy's words.

"Hey," he smiled as usual, "Did I say that?"

"Higakiri, you are really..."

Yaken Toshiro didn't say anything else, he reached into his pocket and took out something as small as a button.

But once it was in his hands, it changed rapidly, and soon became an item familiar to most of the gods: a tablet phone.

"Hey~" Higakiri prolonged his voice and let out a sound of admiration, "Is it something issued by the Secretary of the Regent?"

"That's right, Hikiri-sama has one too, right?"

The boy held this incompatible and modern item in his hand: "Although this is actually something with added magic formulas, it can also be transformed into other forms, but the general uses it in this way, and I also think this image is very It's beautiful."

Fu Sangshen filled the wine cup and said softly, "Oh, I'm not very good at these things..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man standing up suddenly.

"Pharmaceutical research?"

The usually calm boy showed an unusually complicated expression, which was mixed with surprise, envy, loss, and even a little bit of inconspicuous jealousy.

"I really didn't expect that." After a long time, he sighed softly, turned the screen over and displayed it in front of Mustache, "The head of the general was replaced by the main body of Sanriyue Palace."

"..."

Mustache smiles.

Hikari held out his hand.

Mustache snatched the tablet, slid his fingers nimbly, and brought up the big picture of the avatar.

The most beautiful of the five swords in the world is displayed in front of his eyes in a 360-degree swing without dead ends, and the crescent moon pattern on the blade shines brightly.

"...Ah, did you take off the scabbard on purpose?" The corner of Fu Sangshen's mouth deepened, "As expected of Sanriyue Temple, you are really thoughtful."

"Higakiri-sama... You just said that you are not good at these?"

Mustache didn't answer. He swiped his thumb and quickly clicked into the homepage section. When he swiped down, it seemed as if his finger waved an afterimage, and then the text that swiped the screen like a snowball was sent into the group chat.

"Three days, three months, three days, three days, three months, three days, months, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop..."

"Higakiri-sama," Yaken Toshiro said in surprise, "That's my account."

The voice just fell,

Snapped--

With a crisp cracking sound, the screen shattered.

"Higakiri-sama!" Yaken Toshiro covered his heart, "This is given to me by the general."

He quickly picked up the phone, trying to use his divine power to evoke its dignity as an enchanted item, and as soon as he touched it, the fragments fell down.Only the upper part is still shimmering strongly.

A line of crimson characters flashed past.

'Senseless jealousy'.

envy?

Yaken Toshiro was stunned, and then another line of characters caught his attention.

'The master was taken away by the strange Fu Sangshen. '

The font is orange, and the avatar is also very familiar - this is the message sent by Goku Rantoshiro.

Immediately afterwards, there was a boil.

"General?" The young man exclaimed. He wanted to take a closer look, but saw the screen flickering and went completely dark.

"Oops, but at this time..." He knocked a few times, then put it down helplessly.

At this time, he couldn't care about how he died tragically, he turned around and said to Mustache, "Master Mustache, it seems that something happened to the general."

Fu Sangshen held the wine cup and said nothing.

Yaken Toshiro couldn't help but take a few more glances at this abnormal behavior, but he quickly put aside his doubts.

"My lord," he hurriedly walked out the door, "I'm going to investigate the situation."

Until the boy's figure disappeared, Mustache was still holding the wine cup, he lowered his head, looking at the ripples in the cup.

Round and round, trembling endlessly.

"Jealous?"

"Jealousy..."

He drank the wine in one gulp, picked up the sword on the table, and walked out the door.

There was a commotion in the courtyard, and Hikakiri turned his eyes sideways, and he could see the gathering of the mourning gods who had never made a contract at all, all showing worried expressions.

"Did something happen?"

"...Why is the world full of disputes?"

"Jiang Xuedian, now is not the time to discuss these things."

"Ah, I'm a bit regretful, if I had made up my mind earlier, I would be able to help now..."

The small voice gradually disappeared.He has walked into the corridor decorated with feather paintings.

Mustache covered his mouth, as if talking to himself: "What a noisy voice."

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"What a noisy sound, so loud..."

Fu Sangshen sat in the large room, and Fu Sangshen stared at the blade as if it were light: "To the point of being annoying."

His blade cut off without hesitation.

Time seems to have become particularly slow.

The wind aroused by the saber air opened the warm curtain made of tulle, and completely displayed the scene in the palace to Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

She could even see the smile on the corner of the pale blonde Fu Sangshen's mouth, which was the same as usual, but his blade was constantly enlarged in Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes.

In front of him, Karasuma gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Kasen Kanesada's astonishment floated in his eyes, and Fu Sangshen on both sides of the banquet also moved in response.

Even Shen Yu sat upright, gathering spiritual power in his hands.

For some reason, Lu Qiaoqiao suddenly had a feeling——

If this knife is cut down, it will definitely get out of control.

It doesn't refer to the scene or anything, but this fusangshen... mustache's heart will lose control.

After realizing this, she suddenly calmed down, and even time seemed to slow down in her eyes.

At the same time, several thoughts exploded in her consciousness.

Finally converged into one: He must be stopped.

God judges, listen to the words of the gods, and can appease the gods when they are mad.Let their hearts be at peace.

This is the duty of the god judge, and it is also what she must do.

Lu Qiaoqiao made up her mind.

Standing on the main seat, for the first time, without adding any honorifics, she called Fusangshen's name seriously and earnestly:

"Higakiri!"

[The following is the small theater that Elaine brought to everyone, and it is posted in the chat after her approval]

【for free! 】

[Little angels can watch it if they want to, and if they don’t want to watch X, the author thinks it’s a bit cute and wants to share it with everyone.mwah】

"This is how the app is used, do you understand?"

Shen Yu downloaded the trial-specific aap to Lu Qiaoqiao's smartphone: "Your phone's functions are a bit outdated. I'll go back and bring you a new phone developed by the government."

"No need, this one is enough, thank you, Lord Shenyu."

"Okay, tell me again if you need to. These are dedicated to your Honmaru swords. The government has developed a spiritual power communicator. You can take them back and distribute them to reliable swords." Shen Yu handed over a small pile of uniquely shaped mobile phones .

"What, it's a bit like a PHS?" Lu Qiaoqiao muttered a few words.

"Aren't you satisfied with this appearance, because it can be changed by adding magic formulas and injecting divine power." Shen Yu said, "Also, what about PHS?"

"It's nothing, then I'll go back first."

Lu Qiaoqiao shook her head, she bowed to Shen Yu with a sweet smile: "Thank you, Lord Shen Yu!"

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"So... these are for you." Lu Qiaoqiao gave Dao Jian the phone in his hand.

In the meeting room of Honmaru, Fu Sangshen who could still move gathered together, looking at a pile of 'PHS' on the table.

"Hahaha, is this a trend?" Sanri Yuezong picked up one, "Very good, very good."

"General, with this, can I contact you conveniently?" Natsuo Toshiro shook his dumbfounded hair.

"I will decorate everything the master gives you in a lovely way!" California Qingguang promised.

"Hey...you're going to paste something indiscriminately again. It's ugly."

"Shut up, idiot Anan!"

"What? You're the fool."

"I will cherish what Ji Jun bestows."

"Master, master...this," Wu Hu Tui blushed slightly, "Thank you master! I, I will cherish it too!"

"Is this homepage yours?" Mingshi Guoxing lay on his side, "There is no avatar set."

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire Japanese room suddenly changed.

Lu Qiaoqiao didn't notice such an atmosphere, she nodded: "Because Master Shen Yu said...it's better not to post my own photo, but to choose something that represents the identity of the god judge. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Representing the God Judge?" Akashi Kuniyuki said lazily, "Then put on the sword. You can see it at a glance."

Immediately, all Fu Sangshen's eyes showed a fierce light, murderous aura filled the air, eager to try, ready to move.

"Hey, not bad!" Lu Qiaoqiao suddenly smiled, "Thank you, Mingshi-jun."

"I'll go into the room to see Tsurumaru-kun." Lu Qiaoqiao got up, "If anyone is willing, please let me know. I will definitely cherish and use everyone's photos."

She bowed to the sword and left.

The shoji door closed, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

"The head portrait represents Ji Jun's identity. Only the noble royal articles can match Ji Jun's peerless demeanor."

"Hahaha, only the most beautiful things are suitable for the lord, so it is most suitable to use the most beautiful sword in the world as the head portrait."

"I will decorate myself beautifully!"

"You can't say anything boring at a time like this..."

"Hey, but I think it's safer for you to lie down, Akashi?"

"Are you a demon, An Ding!"

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"Tsuramaru-kun?" Lu Qiaoqiao gently opened the light-colored barrier door and called out in a low voice.

She didn't get a familiar response, and the light crane didn't fly towards her as before.Instead, she lay quietly and fell asleep in the futon on the tatami.

Tsurumaru Kuni, who was dressed in pure white single clothes, unconsciously entered the dormancy of restoration.

Lu Qiaoqiao walked towards him slowly, knelt down beside him, and looked at him carefully.The fair skin that was still tinged with blood before was now as pale as a piece of white paper, with a serene expression as if he was about to become a fairy in the next moment.

Lu Qiaoqiao felt flustered, she held Sleeping Beauty's hand outside the quilt.

Thin and cold.

Tsurumaru has never been found so thin.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand to stroke the soft silver hair slowly, from the smooth forehead to the plump cheeks to the pointed chin, from the slender neck to the thin shoulder blades and graceful collarbone.

"I've lost weight..." Lu Qiaoqiao said to herself, "If you don't open the windows, the air will be too bad."

Qiao Qiao turned around and walked towards the window, Tsurumaru behind him opened his eyes, with a long-suffering expression on his face.

Really frightened, Tsurumaru Kuninaga wanted to hide his face.

Wow, that actually showed up.

Because of being caressed, so... the response of protruding from the quilt to pay homage to her...

It happened to be this kind of time, when he could hardly move at all, it was too bad!

And... it seems to have angered something!

Tsurumaru looked in horror at Lu Qiaoqiao who was trying to open the wooden window, and the shadow behind her moved.

Why did I forget that bastard 'Honmaru', although he has no specific self-awareness, his vague instincts are like a possessive beast!

The shadows twisted into a bunch, silently, and struck towards his crotch.

"Hmm." Tsurumaru groaned patiently, and shrank back in time to avoid the tragedy of the broken egg, but the blow hit the abdomen, implicating the internal organs and the bones that had just been shattered all over the body. It came like a wave.

...something that stood up immediately withered down.

Lu Qiaoqiao just managed to open the window, and when she heard the muffled groan, she hurriedly turned back.

The black shadow dissipated when she turned around.

"Tsurumaru-kun! What's wrong with you? Does your wound hurt?

A beam of sunset casts from the half-open window, and it shines on Tsurumaru Ruyu's skin, giving him a layer of gold.

Under the setting sun, his silver eyelashes had a faint golden light, and Fu Sangshen's light-colored lips squirmed a bit, barely revealing a smile as hazy as the moonlight.

"I...cough, did waking up so suddenly scare you?"