The judge of the gods is covered in liver [Comprehensive]

Yizheng just came here, and there are still many things that he doesn't know. Apart from the fact that the little knives have successfully slept, he doesn't even know where the pillow that almost replaced him came from.

In the early morning, the little knives came out neatly dressed, saying "Let's go, first issue".Yizheng was about to answer the call in the first issue, but suddenly realized that his younger brothers were not greeting him at all!Turning their heads, they all called "Yi Qi Ni" to a pillow!

"Oh, I forgot that Yiqini has come!" Ranto Shiro suddenly came back to his senses, and what he saw was Yiqi Yizhen's half-green and half-white face.

I can't be angry with my brothers, it's all my fault for coming too late.

This is what I said to myself in my heart.

But it's really sad!

Yaoken Fujishiro looked at the first issue and explained: "On the night when the general came here, we found that we were all afraid of the dark and couldn't sleep, so he stayed to comfort us. It was just that one time, and later the general Never stayed again."

Afraid of the dark?Yizhen looked at Yaoyan in the first phase, how could this dagger who has always regarded himself as an adult be afraid of the dark?

Knowing that this is another strange thing, Yiqi Yizhen intends to have time to ask alone, and put it aside for the time being.

"Okay, everyone has already welcomed Tsurukiri, so let's do what we should do. Who would like to take Tsurukiri to visit Honmaru?" Yiqi Rubbed Yaken's black hair and asked gently road.

Of course, the knives were very active, and in the end Tsurukiri Toshiro asked Akita to take him to familiarize himself with the road.

Why Akita?Of course, because Akita is innocent, kind, cute and sensible (so foolish)!

Looking at Fusangshen from the perspective of the god judge is different from the perspective of the sword, of course, both are very interesting.

When passing by the kitchen, Candlestick cut saw two short knives, and said happily: "It's just in time, please bring the snacks and tea to the Sanriyue Hall, please?"

Akita nodded obediently: "Okay."

Going down the corridor, Xiaohumaru was combing her hair, and Yingwan was holding a teacup. Although there was no tea in the teacup, Mikazuki Zongjin squinted his eyes and looked at the sky with a relaxed expression.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work." Yingwan smiled, "My lord's new tea is so delicious, so I couldn't hold it back, I drank it too fast."

"It's okay, my lord said, the tea tube is enough." Xiaohuwan couldn't help but also smiled when she smelled the faint fragrance from the wooden comb.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the rolled up sand made the swordsmen close their eyes.

"Hey, my headband!" Xiaohuwan stretched out his hand to grab it, and the soft headband slipped through his fingers, followed the wind to the sky, and landed on the treetops with a swing.

"Oh, it's hanging on the tree." Sanri Yuezong frowned slightly.

Xiaohumaru got up, stood under the tree, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his hand to catch it, but the distance was too short.

He scratched his hair helplessly, not knowing what to do.

"...Although I'm a little fox, it doesn't mean I can climb trees."

Tsurukiri Toshiro looked at the distance between the branch and the ground, and smiled: "Leave it to me."

As soon as the words fell, before the blades could react, he kicked hard on the ground, and then borrowed a force from the tree trunk, his body tumbling, and landed lightly on the tree trunk.

"got it."

The yellow headband fluttered and fell with him.

"It's too dangerous! How could you just jump off like this?!" Kohomaru was taken aback by Tsurukiri Toshiro.

Returning the hairband to Kokomaru, Tsurukiri Toshiro saw a white ball looking suspiciously at this side from the corner of his eye, so he said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe it's because I once cut off the white crane's wings, so I accidentally Earth also learned to fly?"

As he spoke, he made a beheading motion.

The mass of white trembled.

"Hey, Yamabukiri, you're back from battle? What are you doing here?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga pretended that he was just passing by, and grabbed Yamabukiri Kunihiro who really just passed by.

Pulling his hat uncomfortably, Yamabuchi hummed: "Go to Hata Dangban."

Although the judges didn't arrange the daily internal episode form, most of the fusangshen would still consciously help.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga hates Hata Toban the most. After all, he is all white, and it is very obvious when he is stained with mud.

"Then, then I won't bother you, hahaha..." After speaking, he quickly slipped away.

Akita Fujishiro looked at Yamabagiri worriedly and asked, "Is Yamabukiri the only one who goes to Hatadōban alone?"

"It's okay, it's okay to get dirty anyway." Yamabuki Kunihiro replied with his head down.

"Then how do I do it!" Akita knew that if everyone arranged for Hata to be the fan, there would be at least two blades, but he didn't know who would run away to play again today.

"Don't worry, let's help Yamabashi cut the hall." Tsurukiri Toshiro rubbed Akita's curly hair and smiled.

Yamabukiri planned to go to the field to pick some tomatoes. In the morning, Candlestick Kiri told him to drink tomato soup at noon today, but if he picked it early, it would be stale, so when he came back from the battle, the time was just right.

"Oh, oh, this is not red enough, don't take it off."

"I want to eat that! It looks delicious~"

The frolic sounds of the knives continued to reach Yamabugiri's ears, making his already unfocused attention even more drifting.He looked at New Blade with his ponytail, and his lips moved slightly.

"Huh?" Tsurukiri Toshiro raised his head sharply, meeting his gaze, "Is there something wrong with Yamabukiri?"

His voice was sweet, even a little childish.

Kunihiro Yamabuchi hesitated for a long time, but he still spoke: "Aren't you... not sad?"

Aren't you sad that you are a fake?Aren't you sad that people always look forward to another knife through you?

Tsurukiri Toshiro realized that the unspoken words were what Yamabugiri really wanted to ask, and he was a little surprised.

He was really surprised.

He knew that Yamabukiri was a Fusangshin who was delicate and even extremely sensitive. He was confident and inferior, very contradictory.His self-confidence comes from his own outstanding strength, and his inferiority comes from his identity as an imitation.However, he really didn't expect that Yamabukiri's heart knot would be so deep, to the point of being sad.

"Why are you sad?" Tsurukiri Toshiro asked back with bright eyes, "Are you sad because I am an imitation?"

Akita Fujishiro had already calmed down, his watery eyes showed worry, he looked at Da Dao, then at his brother, pursed his mouth and said nothing.