[Comprehensive] Su Nippon Maru

When Fujiki jumped into the quilt, he was still thinking about cutting Hasebe.

Although it's only for one day, being a god judge is really very interesting.

His Fu Sangshen has experienced a sad past, but he is still tenacious and persistent, shining like a gem, which is heartbreaking.

I really want Xiaotiao to see it too.

Look at his honmaru, look at his swords.

Tengshu's messy hair was draped around his face and pillow, because it was still damp after washing, but Tengshu didn't bother to wipe it off.

Putting on his own wrist, Fujishu injected all the remaining abilities into Xiaotiao's body, but there was still no response.

Fujishu sighed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly, and finally fell asleep amid the exhaustion that hit like waves.

The next day Fujishu woke up with a rhythmic knock on the door.

Fujiki raised his head, squinted at the silhouette outside the ramen, was in a daze for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Qingjiang, what's wrong?"

"Sorry for waking you up, Master."

Smiling Qingjiang said through the door: "Foxosuke brought a lot of things back and wanted to bring them into Honmaru, so I specifically asked me to ask you for instructions."

"Well……"

Fujiki thought for a while, and finally remembered.

"It should be the government that sent the resources. Can I trouble you and the Canggu Department to receive them? I still have to clean up."

Smiling Qing Jiang readily agreed.

After Fu Sangshen left, Tengshu struggled to get up from the quilt with all four limbs, brushed his messy hair twice, and floated unsteadily into the bathroom to wash himself.

Teng Shu, who was sleepy and dizzy, didn't know how much the hearts of the Sword Fusangshen were stirred up when they saw the resources being sent in continuously.

The amount of resources that Fox Nosuke brought back is extremely large.

Whether it is whetstone, jade steel, charcoal, cooling materials, or even small scales, there are tens of thousands of them. The paper shikigami produced by the government push the car and stack them into the warehouse one by one.

Smiling Qing Jiang and Cutting Hasebe stood at the warehouse door and were in charge of checking the quantity, while the short knives were on the sidelines to help.

The Daojian Fusangshen didn't say a word, but at the same time they saw the heavy eyes of each other clearly.

Suddenly, Imken sneered, and when Wakizawa and Otachi looked over, he quickly lowered his head, covered his expression with his hair, and jumped to the other side lightly.

But they understand Imai's feelings.

Seeing the warehouse being filled little by little, the adult Fu Sangshen's mood sank to the bottom.

They finally knew why the God Judge was willing to take over this pill and them who were useless.

Because the government gives generous rewards.

Such a huge resource is enough for the god judge to forge a batch of new knives.Forge a new, pure sword that is completely loyal to the God-inspector and loves the God-inspector.

Soon, this Honmaru will no longer be Darkfall Honmaru.

But how can these unclean swords survive?

What about the common short knives?

Although the god judges never opened their fangs at them, they strangled them easily like a giant python, and they would be crushed to pieces if they were not careful, without any ability to resist.

Press cut Hasebe once again felt small.

"Hasebe?"

After tidying himself up, Fujishu felt refreshed, and walked all the way to the warehouse, just in time to see the knife-wielding young man standing there blankly, so he called out.

"Lord."

Yakiri Hasebe had the illusion of suffocation when he heard the voice of the judge, but when he turned around, he still tried his best to maintain a calm and steady smile.

"Sorry, I got up late." Fujishu stretched himself on the spot and looked in the direction of the warehouse. "How many resources have been sent?"

"According to what Foxosuke said, it should be [-] yuan each for charcoal, cooling material, whetstone, and jade steel, [-] yuan for minor punishment, and [-] yuan for Koshu gold. Because it is still in storage, I haven't had time to check it."

The knife-wielding young man presented the key to the warehouse with both hands respectfully.

Fujiki was keenly aware that there seemed to be some subtle changes in Fu Sangshen's attitude, but apart from being too respectful, there seemed to be nothing particularly strange, so he took the key naturally.

"Let Qingjiang take a look at the warehouse. The approximate quantity is correct. You pack it up and we'll go out."

Teng Shu looked at Da Dao again, and said uncertainly, "Do you still remember that you promised me to accompany me to Wanwu?"

"Of course I remember." Hearing the interrogator's words, the gray-haired young man rarely eased his brows and eyes, and smiled easily. "It's a great honor to be able to go out with the lord, that guy with a smiling face might be jealous of me..."

Wanwu is the place where the god judges buy necessities, but Fujiki has never been to Wanwu.

During the two months in the Government of Time, he was almost recuperating from his injuries. Although he heard that he could buy everything he wanted there, Fujiki had never actually been there.

So it wasn't until the space-time compass was adjusted and sent to the door of Wanwu that Fujishu knew that Wanwu was not just a shop, but a very large commercial street.

All the people coming and going were the interrogators with Fusangshen, and at a glance, there were four or five of them.

Fujishu silently moved away from the exit of the teleportation array, looking at the endless street, his head hurt for a moment.