[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

The new inquisitor seems to be a difficult person to figure out.

But at least now, he didn't mean to blame these second-hand swords.

The young man who threatened the poor was secretly on guard, but still kept an overly gentle and soft smile on his face: "Yes, everything is according to the master's orders."

The main pill is not big, but all the decorations are tattered.

Weeds are growing in the fields, the trees are withered, there is not a drop of water in the hot springs, and even the air seems to be gray.

Fujishu frowned slowly before walking far, this pill reminded him of those deserted courtyards in the last days.

The furniture is all broken, the objects are scattered all over the place, and maybe there is still blood in a corner.

He doesn't like this kind of scene. Although he can be regarded as a group of people who live very well in the last days, what he likes is warm, beautiful, and soft things that make people's hearts tingle.

When will these swordsmen be able to show him a smile without haze?

Smiling Qing Jiang walked in front of the side and led the way, but from the corner of his eye he kept watching the God-inspector, seeing the God-inspector's reaction, the corner of the young man's mouth curled up bitterly.

It was too obvious that the new Inquisitor didn't like it here, didn't like himself, and didn't like Honmaru's companions either.

Maybe it hasn't reached the level of disgust, but if one day they really angered this god judge, smiling Qingjiang can't imagine what they will go through.

These second-hand Fusangshen will never be able to trust, be loyal and love their master wholeheartedly like a new forging knife.

Not yet the Fallen, but they're just common, unclean, useless swords.

The previous master was so strict with the swords he personally forged, so what kind of method would this judge who didn't like them in the first place treat them?

Smiling Qing Jiang suddenly felt great grief and hatred.

He just wants to live!

As swords, they are endowed with human bodies. They can walk, talk, eat, rest, see the world with their eyes, and feel emotions with their hearts.He wants to protect his master, he wants to protect the world, and he wants to live in peace and security with his companions. Even if he is not used or loved, he still wants to live with his companions.

Why can't even this little wish be allowed?

"Smiling Qingjiang." Fujishu quickly realized something was wrong, he took a step forward and pressed the young man's shoulder.

Smiling Qingjiang's body froze all of a sudden, and in the next second, the young man's right hand was already on the body, but under the watchful eyes of the God Judge, he never got out of the sheath.

Even if the Sword Fusangshen fell in the dark, it would be difficult to kill the God Judge.

The previous four companions teamed up to kill the previous god judge. Once the god judge is prepared, it is almost impossible for the sword Fusangshen born from the god judge's spiritual power to hurt their master.

Under such circumstances, his act of showing murderous intent towards the interrogator was simply courting death.

"There's something wrong with your breath."

In Teng Shu's eyes, an ominous black gas entangled the vibrating sword.

He didn't care about the sudden murderous aura of the menacing young man, but seeing the ominous aura around the young man getting stronger, Fujiki still found it very troublesome.

With a smiling face, Qing Jiang lowered his eyes and looked pale.

The god judge's expression was calm, but the words that rang in his ears were like a sharp blade, cutting his skin along the blood vessels as easily as slaughtering cattle and sheep.

Just when the smiling Qingjiang was hesitating whether to maintain a decent smile and jump the knife to solve the pool, or to kneel down and ask the judge for forgiveness, Fujiki had already let go of his hand and walked forward on his own.

"Is it like this for all the dark fallen Honmaru?" Fujiki asked Foxanosuke while the smiling face Aoie hadn't followed: "So... dilapidated?"

What about the good conditions?Those people from the government are really liars!

"This...I'm very sorry, but everything in this pill is run by the spiritual power of the god judge. If Mr. Shu didn't take over this pill, then after a while, these fusangshen will fall into a deep sleep due to the loss of spiritual power until it dissipates."

Without the spiritual power or any resources of the god judges, it is amazing that these fusangshen can maintain their own sobriety.

"However, after you bind the core of Honmaru, this place will gradually get better!" Noticing that the spirit examiner was depressed, Foxosuke immediately added.

"Okay, let's bind Honmaru first." Fujiki couldn't help but sighed.

This Honmaru really makes people feel heavy.

Smiling Qingjiang also just caught up, and according to Fujishu's request, led him to the two-story building where the God Judge lived alone.Then he observed the etiquette and quietly stood at the door of the living room of the inquisitor and waited.

The living room also has a desk and sofa for entertaining guests, and a wall full of giant clock gears, which is the core of Honmaru.

Fujishu put his hand on one of the gears. With the injection of supernatural powers, the clock gears gradually glowed with warm golden light. When all the gears were lit up, a small golden clock pattern appeared on the back of Fujishu's hand.

Fujiki touched the pattern of the clock quite curiously, and could feel that he had some control over this Honmaru and Honmaru's sword Fusangshin.

According to the government, this kind of control can allow the god judges to better maintain the honmaru and cultivate the sword, but also because of the contract, it is almost impossible for the sword to pay the gods to hurt the god judges.

Fujishu walked to the desk and turned out the knife tent. On the knife tent were written the characters of Fusang, the sword school and simple experience, and also drew the pattern of the knife and the portrait of the figure, but the words of Fusang were all written on it. There was an ominous layer of black air, and there were only shades of it, but none of them were clean, even a Shinto Odachi like Ishikimaru was slightly "ill".

... This is really, a long way to go.

After binding the Honmaru, the powers that hadn’t recovered much had almost bottomed out. Thinking of the gray nuclei and sleeping little strips in my mind, and then thinking about the gloomy Token Fusangshen in Honwan, Fujiki holding the knife Finally, he couldn't help but sighed again.

Fujiki grabbed Foxonosuke's tail, and after rubbing it for a long time, he said to Foxonosuke who was about to cry: "Go and open the door, let the smiling face Qingjiang come in."