A broken waist warning from a god judge

From a person with a guilty conscience who can't stand up to standing on a high ground and laughing at the sky, Yunjin only used one sentence.

"Then the question is, what is the reason for the staff of the underworld to plot against me so much?"

The table that had just been smashed was quickly cleaned by Fu Sangshen, and there were no small pieces of wood residue. Everyone seemed to have nothing happened, and they thought about the problem of Yunjin together.

"Generally speaking, as far as the general situation is concerned, most people will weigh what they want to do after seeing it is me."

As the second generation demon, Yun Jin's self-confidence is not one or two points: "This matter is the same as buying a lottery ticket. If you involve me, the best situation is that grandpa will end up. If you help deal with it, it can almost be equivalent to winning the special prize. Wake up laughing."

"However, since grandpa made a move, since it's all the special prizes, it must be a small number, because before grandpa made a move, there were enthusiastic people who took the lead and got it done first."

Helping Yunjin can be rounded up as helping Qingpan, the more Qingpan shows the importance he attaches to Yunjin, the more coveted this kind of favor that is separated by Yunjin.

"Besides, I'm also very obedient, and I seldom do things that let grandpa do it... I should, I should."

Under Fu Sangshen's suspicious eyes, Yun Jin had no choice but to add the word "should" at the end of the sentence: "Please, now you think I'm causing trouble everywhere, it's because your place is too small, even the cow gave birth to one more Cubs can be on the news, put it on our place, that is, the scroll bar of the local station to notify."

Speechless, in front of a country with a vast area, the island country can only keep its mouth shut.

"Since the other party wants to ask you, why don't you ask other people what it is for?"

California Qingguang raised his voice and asked: "Maybe there will be monsters who will secretly inform us in order to see Master Qingpanan's face."

"good idea."

Yun Jin nodded: "But that's the problem. To be honest, I've done my best to deal with monsters here, and I only know one Ootengu."

Besides, from her understanding, Ootengu is also a flower of Gaoling, and rarely gets involved in the affairs of other monsters.

For such a far away from the crowd to do their own things, Yunjin empathizes very much. Seriously think about how complicated and cumbersome the cleaning of the big tengu's wings is, comparable to the number of beads in the pill. Use up half a bottle of shampoo on your head.

After washing, you need to wipe it with a dry towel. After wiping, it depends on the weather. You can choose to dry it naturally or with a hair dryer.

If you want to become an exquisite monster, you need to apply essential oils on your hair after drying... If you want to be more refined, you need to stand in front of a mirror and trim your hair with small scissors.

"—He's already like that, how can I disturb him casually!"

After finishing this sentence excitedly, Yunjin closed her mouth, and thought about who she could go to after she had cleared her mind.

What is that like? Hey!

Fu Sangshen, whose brain circuit was not connected with Yunjin, was quite speechless, but after the interrogators showed an obvious attitude of not wanting to trouble others, they could only think about other things.

Before that, however, there is another matter of considerable importance to the men of swords to be resolved.

"I said, did you give me to Wang Guang?"

The three-headed swordsmith who walked into the conference hall rolled his eyes: "Thanks to me, I went back in a hurry and brought your things back. Is this the welcoming attitude?"

He put down the package that was tied at both ends around his neck, and then the perfect knot was somehow opened, revealing a sword that was larger than the package could carry.

You hit me, I hit you, no matter you are one flower, two flowers, three, four, five flowers, all of them are like the ten yuan fakes on the side of the road, lying on the fur skin.

"I……"

"God!!!"

Another person who has a little knowledge of Japanese swords will definitely faint immediately after seeing this scene.

Those national treasures that are divided into different parts and placed in glass cabinets in museums, controlling the temperature and humidity, just appear in front of you.

"Wow!"

Yun Jin, who was awakened by the sounds of surprise from the swordsmen, also became excited: "This is the real product, right?"

Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were also stained with a thin layer of red. Her eyes moved on both sides of the sword and the swordsmith, as if they were filled with scorching heat.

"If it's fake, you can use it to apologize now."

Taking out a short knife from the pile of swords, Yun Jin said coldly.

The one that was taken out was Yaken Toshiro, who was destroyed in the fire along with Oda Nobunaga in history.

"If possible, I still hope that it can return to my hands cleanly."

Yao Yan hurriedly came out to stop this desperate scene. He looked at the short knife held by Yun Jin, but he did not realize that his expression was also mixed with nostalgia and longing that would not appear in the past: "Before this, I still want to ask one more question, is this our main body?"

Apart from the main body, Fusangshen is the existence that can be said to be life.

"Is there still a vacation?"

The swordsmith reached out his hand to Yunjin, and took Yaken Toshiro's short knife back. He pointed to an inconspicuous burn mark on the scabbard: "Did you see it? This is the evidence of the body."

Yao Yan hurriedly took off the short knife hanging from his waist, but found that his knife did not have that scar in the same position.

"Why is there a difference...?"

"Isn't that nonsense?"

The swordsmith rolled his cute eyes: "If there is, it means that Yaken Toshiro was not burned in the Honnoji Incident at all."

"That would cause a lot of trouble. I believe there must be many people trying to find out the whereabouts of this short knife, and then find me."

Then you will be horrified to find that not only Yaken Toshiro, who should be burned, still exists in the world, but even Hotaru Imamu sword, there is still a period of one shake them, all of them are placed on the shelf properly, falling into ashes.

——You are very reasonable.

"Then, what about me!"

Qingguang Qingguang, whose blade tip was broken once, pointed at himself: "Am I also intact?"

He was so expectant that his whole body was swaying slightly from left to right.

"You, it's broken."

This unceremonious answer caused several black lines to hang on Qingguang's forehead.

"Treat them differently." He said with some resentment, "The person who uses me is a very famous swordsman. Although he is not as good as a demon king like Oda Nobunaga, he is famous after all."

"Do you know how many Kiyokos there are in this world?" the swordsmith asked, "It's like there are a lot of Kotoru and Kanesada. The deeds of the blade, you are just an ordinary knife, and it is impossible to transform."

"QAQ"

Qing Guang looked at Yun Jin for comfort: "My lord, what should I do if I'm about to cry?"

Yun Jinzheng looked over one by one, squinting her eyes with joy, and the complaint from California Qingguang didn't reach her ears at all: "Ah, ah, this texture is so beautiful, can I take a picture of it with a camera? I will Be careful not to let the camera touch the blade."

Mikazuki Zongjin, who was praised for her beauty, smiled slightly.

The crescent-shaped knife pattern on the knife body is the origin of Mikazuki Zongjin's name, and it is also a part of him that he is very proud of.

To be praised face-to-face with enthusiasm by someone who knows and loves swords, even though he has a thick skin, he is a little embarrassed.

"These are all yours."

The knife maker said pitifully: "You can do whatever you want, but can you treat these knives better for the sake of their hard work for you?"

Don't look at these knife generals being randomly stuffed into the package on the surface, but after unfolding, it is found that there are enough gaps around these knife generals to make them feel very comfortable.

Otherwise, the real body is sleeping with other knives, what a terrifying and aggressive scene.

"What do I want? What can I do."

Yun Jin sighed: "I just want to take a good look at them, touch and hug them... I really haven't thought about it!"

"Touch and hug, just..."

The thin-skinned Fu Sangshen instantly turned into a tomato.

"Please."

Jin Jian raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, picked out his own and handed it to Yun Jin: "Since it is for you to handle it as you please, I hope you can keep this dagger with you, so that I can always protect you until the soul dies."

"I reject."

Yun Jin, with a clear bottom line, rejected this great temptation: "After I finish reading, you all take back these knives by yourself, and then obediently retreat to me."

"You are a part of this knife. After my reforging, you have the ability to merge with the main body."

"Find your own body and be yourself."

"End of this meaningless Touken Ranbu project."

And then end my useless exchange student career!

Yunjin's little abacus rattled: "Didn't you feel confused and resisted because the swords in front of you were not the ones you used to get along with before? After merging the main body, you can have the memory of all the swords that were separated. .”

"Not the former partners, but also them."

As for how you solve the subtle differences, that is the problem of Fusangshen themselves.

"..."

The thunder released at the end shook the souls of the swordsmen out of their bodies.

- what what what?

Thinking of their deliberate alienation in the past, and their indifferent words and deeds, the swords fell into silence.

What is this all about...

What should I do if I don't want to fuse the body for a moment...

And would Yun Jin care about their petty emotions?

She didn't care at all, and hummed a ditty, signaling the knife maker to repack the knives on the ground and send them to her yard.

So Ying and Xiaoan, who watched Yunjin dragging their luggage and leaving for a while, watched the other log come back as they were, with the expression that the pie in the sky happened to fall on her head, which made people want to follow along laugh out loud.