Oda Nobunaga chooses the broken knife

The forging knife with a playful nature came to an end for the time being.Oda Nobunaga's interest in new-faced swords was quickly wiped out by the endless stream of swords boiled out of the forge, always related to himself.

She is a willful guy with a 3-minute interest duration.Soon, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven put all his enthusiasm on expanding the territory—opening a new map.

And a serious person in the world, how fast can the monarch expand his territory?

Oda Nobunaga himself, all the swords under her command, are all clear.

When the girl crossed her arms and stepped on the dilapidated city wall, she looked at her own Azuchi City, her black hair dancing in the flames soaring into the sky, and her scarlet eyes reflected the raging fire. ——She smiled ostentatiously, arrogant, willful, domineering, and gentle.

"Look. This is my Antu City."

The Demon King said so.

She looked at her own city obsessively, at the stone walls that formed the city, the walls were painted with gold paint, and painted with scrolls of birds and Confucian scholars.She looked at the cathedral platform that she personally designed, and Oda Nobunaga was the master of the whole world.The pillars wrapped in gold leaf, and the carved lacquer depicting flying dragons and evil spirits, are sung as "the first mountain of sixty Fusang, among the old pines and white clouds".

The city was destroyed.Just after Oda Nobunaga died in Honnoji Temple.Who burned it?The devil is not interested.

After she heard the news, she lightly let go of the sword who clenched her lower lip and told her about this period of history nervously, and ordered them to bring flint.

——This is the castle of Oda Nobunaga.In the end, it can only usher in the most glorious destruction in the hands of Oda Nobunaga.

The girl in the general uniform was draped over her shoulders, staring at it quietly.

The wooden and stone buildings collapsed, the vermilion, light blue, white, and golden carved lacquers fell off, and the priceless ink paintings were silently destroyed.

The silent and soundless annihilation, the incomparably massive death, was no match for the girl's chin raised with a smile.

"My belongings, from birth to destruction, all belong to me."

The Demon King said softly.The way she said this was taken for granted, it was an irrefutable truth.The words hit the scorched ground, causing a shiver.

And the swords knelt behind her, couldn't help trembling and raised their heads, looked up with their eyes, and grabbed their trembling fingers deeply into the ground.

At this moment, they knew that they would sacrifice their lives for this devil king, and they would never willingly give up this glory to others.

——Why lie?The sword has long surrendered, willingly.

***

Back from Azuchi Castle on map 3-4 this day, Oda Nobunaga held a banquet.

Sitting in the atrium under the moon, the girl with black hair and red pupils squinted her eyes, sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, propping her chin with one hand, slowly shaking the wine dish with the other, with a slight smile on her lips.

Fudo Xingguang quietly accompanied her, holding the sake with the protruding bone in his left hand, every time the girl just finished sipping, she would fill it up without a doubt.

The swords of the entire Honmaru gathered together.There is no doubt that the sword of the Oda group tried every means to stay beside the Demon King. Although every time the girl gave him a half-smile and a mocking look, he would go to other places as if nothing had happened, but he was always in the next place. Seconds can't help but want to come back.

Kasen Kanesada found a place to sit under the cherry blossom tree. This self-proclaimed elegant sword held the shamisen. His hands, which were named after cutting off 36 heads, were carefully and gently placed on the strings. superior.

His sapphire eyes looked towards the Demon King inadvertently, blinked, and played "Dun Sheng".

"It's the place where I think I live in this world, just like the moon reflected in the dew on the tip of the grass..."

Zong San Zuowenwen stood up.He rolled up his cherry blossom-pink long sleeves and walked into the atrium.

"The flowers and colors in the Golden Valley Garden present a glorious scene, and the wind of impermanence blows away."

Hachisuka Kotoru tapped the wine glass lightly with ivory chopsticks, and the Waka was naturally connected.

"...The moonlight that the moon watchers in the south tower look at, the moonlight will eventually be hidden by the clouds."

They repeated these few words, tentatively, sang and danced lightly, digging out their hearts from their chests and exposing them in front of the devil's eyes, so persistent and cowardly.

The girl with scarlet eyes licked the corners of her mouth in a funny way.The bright moonlight soaked in wine smeared her lips, sparkling.

She seemed to sigh, but she didn't seem to.After all, this domineering and cruel tyrant was smiling, and pulled out the immobile light around him.

Oda Nobunaga put the dagger on his knee, and while he was drunk, he hit the beat.

She maliciously skipped Oda Nobunaga's favorite quote that Touken wanted to hear.She just beat the beat as she wished, half closed her eyes, and hummed a ridiculous tune.

Her voice fell in the atrium along with the fireflies in the summer night.This tune has a little nasal sound and some hoarseness. It is a fire that history can never bury, and it is a soul that is so arrogant that it does not want to bow its knees to gods and demons. It sprouts through this inhuman body.

The flame of Oda Nobunaga has already burned everything around him, but buried under the flame, that little seed, this unknown tenderness, is a crime that kills people, how can the sword pay the gods? Can't break free.

The daggers who were playing "One Hundred People One Song" stopped, pressed their palms on the waka card they had just found, and froze in a daze.Yiqi Yizheng was bending down to grab the hand of Nanwei Toshiro sneaking towards the wine cup, but his movements also stopped, and he stood silently at the same place with the bone scorpion who had just walked over.

They have no memory, but swords that have been burned and repaired.They did experience the Warring States Period, and were owned by the most outstanding heroes in that era of dominance, but they don't remember anything.

And for a moment, Yiqi Yizhen thought of the lord who was scolded by Nobunaga as a "monkey" and happily scratched his head through the vague flashes of memories.

I couldn't help but smile.He put his hands on the shoulders of his two younger brothers respectively, knowing the reason for their unconscious smiles.

"... 99 rounds..."

Oda Nobunaga's humming continued.

"... Fudo Xingguang, 99 shots, Renzhong Goro left the imperial seat..." She smirked, and changed Xing Ruowu's tune to this sentence, "99 shots...the one who was once alive...doesn't it matter? There is immortality!"

The demon king raised his head and drank the sake, and laughed smirkingly as he succeeded in playing a prank.

Oda Nobunaga changed the lyrics and ruined the integrity of Xingwaka Mai, the swords had to stop, biting their lips helplessly and funny.

Yaken Toshiro naturally sat down next to the girl, and took the sake from Fudo Yukimitsu's hand.

"Why, are you so moved that you can't speak?"

Oda Nobunaga smiled and squinted at Fukimitsu.The blue-purple boy with high ponytail blinked his eyes slowly, and through the bony horns, the still handsome dagger smiled lowly.

"Ah, yes,... Nobunaga-kun." Fudo Xingguang said softly, as if he was afraid that his voice would be too loud, and it would burst a sweet dream like soap bubbles. "I'm just... fortunate that there are no tears, and I won't lose my composure in front of the master."

He smiled happily, replacing the crying that could not shed tears, and kneaded all the ecstasy of regaining what was lost.

"I'm so happy." Fudo Xingguang repeated in a low voice, reciting the master's name like a belief. "...Nobunaga."

"Nobunaga."

The memory time of Oda-gumi short knife was interrupted.This interruption is so abrupt, because most of the swordsmen don't know how to talk to a half-degenerate dagger, and they are even less willing to be rude when facing Oda Nobunaga.

The words came from an unfamiliar voice.Oda Nobunaga looked down.

A ball of dirty white cloth was beside the wine table, and a small slit was opened, revealing a pair of blue eyes that were hazy with alcohol.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who just joined Honmaru, complained aggrievedly while feeling drunk.

"...I'm not a fake, Mr. Nobunaga." He snorted softly, biting his lips bright red, "Anyway, I will lose interest in imitation knives soon. I knew it. Don't praise me for being beautiful. If I become tattered, I won’t be compared with other swords. It’s okay to get injured, and it’s better to leave me with a scar…”

Oda Nobunaga raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth with great interest. —— Horikawa Kunihiro, who was about to rush forward to rescue his brother, took a deep breath and covered his forehead in despair.

Ashikaga Castle Lord's Dato sat on the ground with his knees hugged. Because he suddenly lost his body, he had to look around in a panic.

The heroic spirit with muscle strength B threw the white cloth into the lake, and stretched out to pluck the dull hair on the blond young man's head.

"Whose imitation are you?" Oda Nobunaga snorted coldly, "You know who I am, right? Then you should also know that I, Oda Nobunaga, only have the only knife in my hand."

On the sixth day, the demon king sneered at Da Dao's shrinking, and smiled arrogantly.

"As long as you break the original, you will be unparalleled in the world, and no one will dare to call you an imitation."

After finishing her overbearing declaration, the girl with black hair and red pupils frowned, critically:

"It's obviously a beautiful face, why do you have to cover it?" Oda Nobunaga ordered, "Throw away your rags. Let me see you wearing it again, and I will pluck your stupid hair .”

——Behind the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Candlestick Cut Guangzhong, who just came over with a new dish, raised his hand reflexively to protect his bangs.

The author has something to say:

Look at the Honmaru (harem) of the Demon King!So angry!

——September 2017, 5

The little alcoholic has probably lived a full life.I also want Mr. Nobunaga to put me on his lap... (shut up)

By the way, I really love being caught.I really like him.Didn't mean to bully him.Look at Guangzhong! (refer to)

And I haven't had time to say it before, I would like to thank Jiu Yuexue and Liu Yueshuang for her long comment.Want to know what happened before the little drunkard defected to Nobunaga?Want to know what the little drunkard's hommaru looks like?Be sure to read this long review!Must come!eat!sugar!I definitely don't mean glass shards buried in the sugar, huh?Smile.

And today Jinjiang's webpage is so simple, I can't go to it at all, it was posted on my mobile phone.