God judge is lucky E[comprehensive]

Chapter 2

The god judge was dead, but Yiqi Yizhen found that his younger brothers showed no signs of weakness.

Rather, this is the most dynamic appearance of the daggers in history.

Swords are born to be driven by people, even if they become gods and become Fusangshen, Yiqi Yizhen took the clean clothes handed over by Maeda and put them on, looking at the woman who was talking to Wuhutui in a low voice not far away with a complicated expression. Looking at his expression, Yao Yan knew that he still had some doubts about Liu Huangge, so he pulled his sleeve to explain.

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"...Although according to what she said, it was because our blood had stimulated the remaining power of the magic circle many years ago, and he chose to retreat because he was the closest, and it was just a mistake; but in my opinion, it should be called A miracle is right." Yao Yan said in a low voice.

Ah... yes, it is indeed a miracle.

Yizhen touched his chest, where Liu Huangge's warm spiritual power still remained, he smiled, watching his younger brothers chattering about the woman in a cheerful way that he had never seen here. Just how powerful it is, Liu Huangge walked over at this moment.

Just like before, a bloody red, holy and noble existence like a god, walked in front of him in the bright moonlight.

Yiqi couldn't help being stunned, the woman was already kneeling down beside him in an elegant posture, her blood-red cloak was spread on the floor, and her cold voice before was also humble and gentle, making Yiqi who had never received such courtesy Zhen was very flattered: "His Royal Highness in the first phase...just now the master ordered me to stay, I don't know what to do, just now the master told me that there are many seriously injured people like you here, if you don't mind , can you allow me to treat you?"

"...Of course." Yiqi Yizhen stood up awkwardly, facing the woman in front of him with a noble temperament and appearance that can be described as holy, his handsome and clean face also had some embarrassing expressions: "I listen... Your Excellency keeps calling back, master? Did you make a mistake?"

As Fusangshen of swords, they have never had the experience of being called masters, whether as swords or after possessing a divine body. Liu Huangge looked at the bewildered beautiful young man in front of him with some puzzlement, and explained gently Said: "As the master, I summoned me as a heroic spirit, so it is normal for me to respect him as the master and call him master; Your Highness in the first phase does not need to be so concerned." Song had to roughly explain the relationship.

"...Although I don't feel the existence of the Holy Grail, but since I have been summoned here as a heroic spirit, at least within the contract time, I will try my best to fulfill the expectations of the master." The woman lowered her head meekly, and promised humbly.

It was a tender promise that couldn't be refused and a seriousness that couldn't be ignored.

Ah, found it.

The viscera that was about to collapse and rot in the chest was hooked up by a thin thread, and the residual spiritual power that Liu Huangge had just used to treat his wound was burning hot at this moment, pulling those dirty and terrible things out of the body. The bottom of my heart boiled, and a little bit rolled out from the crack in the heart, flowing all over the body.

When he was tortured at the hands of the former god judge, he longed for redemption and liberation again and again, and finally received the last light at the moment of final collapse—maybe he actually collapsed?Just one step away from falling into darkness, the Yiqi Yizheng concealed the boiling black liquid in his chest and heart.The young man showed a beautiful smile, lowering his eyelashes to cover his honey-colored eyes.

"Please come with me." Yiqi Yizhen walked in front, and said softly: "We are the God of Fusangshen for the sword. We are born to be used by people. You don't need to be so polite."

"Fusangshen..."

"Speaking of Fu Sangshen, I also know a very cute child." She smiled slightly, and there was some brilliance of memories in her eyes.The expression is quite regrettable.

"That's a clean and cute little guy."

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"Xiaohe? Xiaohe! Where have you been?" Under the moonlight, the little Tsurumaru country always looked like a white ball from a distance. He was secretly hiding something, but his head was not taken lightly. Take a light shot.

The soft and warm cloak wrapped Tsurumaru tightly, and the other party's beautiful face was full of helpless pampering. He narrowed his golden eyes and raised his hand to her to ask for a hug, but suddenly found her figure in front of her. Gradually disappeared, and the smile in front of him became blurred.

"Little Crane, I'm leaving." The woman's blood-stained hand touched Tsurumaru's head pitifully and gently, her figure was turning into a twilight under the moon, a little bit transparent. "I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you in the future...be obedient."

No...don't go!Tsurumaru Kuninaga watched in horror as the woman shattered into countless beautiful shards of light under the moonlight. He tried in vain to reach out to grab it, but only caught the emptiness in his hands. The instant weightlessness made him wake up from his dream.

"Crane, you're dreaming again." Sanriyue's voice came from the corner. The several knives in this room had their own cubicles, but they all chose the darkest place, avoiding the darkest place. Moonlight coming in through the window.

Tsurumaru Kuni moved his sleeping body a little stiffly, and leaned the face with one eye gouged out against the wall, but this exposed his other shoulder where the wound was deep and the bone was visible. Tsurumaru pulled impatiently. He tugged at the dirty coat that was left on the side, and finally gave up because of his weak fingers.

Mikayue over there laughed lowly, Izumi Mori Kanesada snorted and seemed to move his body, there was a rustling sound from the corner of the wall, and the golden tassel on Mikayue's head seemed to shake, "What is Xiaohumaru doing?" Well, ah, by the way, it's your turn today... I don't know what kind of trick this time is, but I'm rather curious." Xiaohuwan paused, and responded in a hoarse and dry voice: "Brother, why are you so mean? , it’s not me who ruined your face and broke your hamstring.”

"Ah...it's really not you." Sanri Yuezong pulled the corner of his mouth maliciously: "It doesn't matter, I just want to take your anger out on you."

The object of Sanriyue's anger didn't even have a fixed choice, and these fusangshen knew it well, let alone cared about it.The last friendship between them has long been obliterated in the darkness.

There is only endless pain and rotten Fusangshen here.

The Fusangshin in this room are the most "favored" men by the trial gods: Tsurumaru Kuninaga who gouged out his eyes, Mikazuki Munechi who broke his hamstring, and Izumi Mori Kanesada who poured poisonous drugs... that one The self-righteous "favor" of women is so terrible, the humiliation of being forced to be pressed under them and the forced physical torture are the root of their rot.

The god judge even took away the body of the sword and separated them in different small rooms, treating these fusangshen as objects that he could knead.

"It's here." There was a soft voice from Yizheng outside the door, and the fusangshen in the room were a little surprised—they had never heard Yizheng talk to people like this before, and his tone was mostly They are always humble and fearful, and most of the knives are cautious.Maybe he had said that before, but that was a long time ago.

At least, it happened so long ago that they couldn't remember it at all.

The door was pulled open.Sanriyue's cubicle was the closest to the door, but what caught his lowered eyes this time was not the well-maintained feet with nail polish of the past God Inspector, but the intricate and delicate hem of the long skirt. "This is Sanri Yue Zongjin." The voice of Yiqi Yizheng explained from the side.With a thought, Sanriyue raised his head, perhaps because of the dim light, he only saw the woman's white chin under the red cloak.

Not a judge...

Not knowing what mood she should be in, Sanriyue opened her mouth and made no sound.Huang Ge squatted down very naturally, and raised her hand to press the man's ankle, which had been rotten and festered.Sanri Yuezong felt an inexplicable sense of humiliation, as if it was disrespectful for this woman to see his ugly wounds, so he tugged on his clothes in vain to try to cover the wounds on his feet.

And the attribute of Leadership A on Ying Ling's head is shining brightly.

However, Liu Huangge naturally didn't know that the man in front of him was affected by his heroic spirit attributes. He just said that he didn't want strangers to see his injuries, so he immediately raised his hand to let go of his ankle, and walked away lightly. go out.Sanri Yuezong raised his head abruptly, and saw that Yiqi Yizhen had closed the door, blocking the last shadow of the woman at the door.

"The wound is a bit troublesome, but it's not difficult to deal with." Liu Huangge took out the handkerchief and wiped her fingers slowly. She looked at the few traces of black miasma poison scattered on the white handkerchief, and asked thoughtfully: " But you guys are really weird here, you’re still fine after being hit by such a severe miasma poison?” Yiqi Yizhen didn’t quite understand what the miasma poison she was talking about, but she could guess after a little association—it was nothing more than When he was on the verge of collapse, Fu Sangshen had a dark and fallen breath.

Fortunately, Huang Ge didn't intend to pursue it further, she turned the handkerchief into a speck of dust dissipating in the air as if nothing had happened, and still smiled gently and kindly: "Please take me to the next room, Your Highness. "

However, when she checked them one by one and finally walked into the small innermost compartment, the smile on Liu Huangge's face could not help but stiffen.

The little guy hidden deep in his memory has now grown into a young man, but how can he describe this child's appearance?The white-haired young man was trembling, curled up in the corner of the wall weakly, the dirty feathers fell on the ground, revealing wounds all over his body, how could there be such a cheerful and jumping appearance in her memory for a long time?

The little white dumpling that was once petted by her in the palm of her hand turned out to be like this now, Liu Huangge only felt her heart throbbing in pain.As soon as she stepped in, she saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga shrinking and shaking more and more violently, Huang Ge pursed the corners of her lips and comforted in a low voice: "Xiaohe is obedient, let me see yours..."

"Go out..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head buried under his arm muffled two words, Liu Huangge frowned, but when her fingers just touched Tsurumaru Kuninaga's arm, the young man There was a cry of collapse.

"...I'll let you out!!" Tsurumaru shrank his head to avoid her, his heart-piercing cry was full of despair and pain, which made Liu Huangge bleed from distress.

"I beg you... don't look at me... I really don't look good right now..." He gritted his teeth and suppressed the crying in his throat, but suddenly a warm cloak was placed on his head, and the gentle and mellow spiritual power Slowly flowing into Tsurumaru's body along the top, Liu Huangge, who covered Tsurumaru Kuninaga with the cloak of the holy spirit, had a cold expression on her face. She turned her head to look at Yiqi at the door, and asked a calm tone.

"Does Your Highness know where that lady is from?" The woman smiled with a clear and gentle voice.

"After all, I accidentally killed her next time. It's not good not to apologize."