A broken waist warning from a god judge

The transformation starts from the moment Yunjin stepped into the room.

The bubbling repair pool stopped, and the boiling pool returned to calm in the blink of an eye. The last bubbles floated to the surface unsteadily, breaking with a crisp cracking sound.

"Huh? What about people?"

Yun Jin looked left and right, but she didn't see Fu Sangshen, who was so beaten up by her before, and she asked Sanriyue specifically, after all, the one who could talk to her in Chinese in this room was this sword man.

"In...there."

Sanriyue pointed at the pond opposite without saying a word.

In order to facilitate the use of all Fusangshen, the restoration pool has been uniformly made into a size of 1.5 meters long, [-] meters wide and [-] meters wide. Even if Yan Rong lies in it, there will still be gaps left, right, left, and right.

It's just that the pool is too big for more people, especially Fu Sangshen with the short sword, the two of them will not feel crowded in the same pool.

Following the direction Sanriyue was pointing at, Yun Jin looked over. Coincidentally, at this moment, a slender and slender hand protruded out of the water with a "crash" and firmly clasped the edge of the pool.

Hands, arms, shoulders... Slowly, a complete human figure emerged.

"This--!"

Xiaohuwan looked at the familiar stranger in surprise. His long smoky gray hair was scattered over his shoulders. After the part of his bangs that had been stained with the repair fluid came into contact with the air, the liquid evaporated quickly. , Gently soft hair with distinct roots.

The tails of his eyes were slightly raised and elongated, and the round and lovely red pupils now had a bit of the charm of a mature person. He blinked and focused his eyes on Yun Jin accurately.

"Master God Judge."

His previously lively voice also sank, and he stared at the petite girl in the room, as if that was his whole world.

"Hey, can it still be like this?"

Yun Jin was not impressed by Jin Jian's appearance at all, she ran to the side of the repair pool excitedly, pulled the other's arm and touched it: "How do you feel now, does the injury still hurt? Yes Now, is there any delay in moving, will you feel that your body doesn't belong to you?"

"Better than ever."

Imai just looked at each other tenderly like this, and the pampering that was almost overflowing shocked Mikazuki and Kohomaru.

——Is this the present sword?

——Is this the cheerful little tengu of the Sanjo family?

The world was changing so fast that the two old men couldn't keep up with the pace of things.

"Here, this is the body that has been reforged for you."

Yun Jin, who was still focused on the patient’s physical condition—and she probably could get on with it—knew nothing about the external environment. She took the blade from the knife maker and placed it on the small table next to her: “In this Under renovation..."

Yunjin maintained the utmost patience for her reprocessed works, and explained everything in detail, even reporting the ratio of the jade steel used. This large series of numbers is in the eyes of Fu Sangshen and Tianshu. There was no difference, but they didn't interrupt each other's babble.

If you interrupted, wouldn't you expose your ignorance?

"In short, if you are still satisfied with this new image after three days, I will help you to make the final stabilization, and you can keep doing this forever."

There was no problem with her whimsical ideas, and Yunjin was also very happy with the other party's good acceptance. With a wave of her little hand, she also took care of small tasks such as knives and scabbards: "If you don't dislike it, I’ll just help you with a set.”

"Then trouble you."

Jin Jian nodded, his affectionate gaze followed Yun Jin's back, and did not completely disappear until the other party left.

The presence and absence of the god judge are two faces. Jin Jian glanced at the four fusangshen who put away their shocked expressions but did not move for a long time, and stepped out of the pool directly. He stood barefoot on the ground and looked Not much different from Yan Rong.

With a new height, different angles, perhaps due to psychological effects, Jinjian has the illusion that the air at a height is relatively fresh.He picked up the clothes that were under the blade and barely covered the important parts. As for the upper body, there was nothing he could do.

"Why are you still here? Do you want to take a dip too?"

The grown-up Imaken couldn't wear the clogs that fit the size of the short sword's feet. After finishing the joke, he simply walked to his yard in a tattered state comparable to that of the real sword after killing him. Since his yard is in the corner of Honmaru , Encountered a lot of fusangshen along the way.

He also got a very satisfactory response.

"Who is that?"

"A new sword man from Shizheng?"

"How is it possible! The forum didn't say that!"

Standing on the side of the road with a bamboo basket in his arms, Hotaru watched the mountain-like sword pass by. He was quite calm, and guessed the person's true identity from the person's hair color and pupil color.

It is Jinjian.

And the clothes around the waist are also the gray tone unique to Imaiken.

"This height is simply taller than Naginata's Yan Rong."

Ai Ran Guojun murmured to himself: "He is so tall and his legs are so long, I really envy and hate him."

Most of the Fusangshen of the short sword came in the image of children, but there is one thing to say, they look like children. If you want to judge by the time of their existence, they are older than some of the sword masters.

As a result, everyone is an adult, and those who can't do it are still teenagers. There is only a short knife... no matter how many years he has a short knife, they are all included in kindergarten and elementary school.

"Hey, Hotaru, hey, where are you going!"

Ai Ran, who was still secretly melancholy, turned around and found that the little friend who was holding the bamboo basket just now had disappeared, and most of the basket full of potatoes and sweet potatoes had been spilled on the ground. Hotaru rode away and accelerated towards an unknown direction .

"Oops."

A terrible idea appeared in his mind, and Aizen regretted why he had lost his mind and failed to hold Hotaru's waist in the first place to stop him from being impulsive.

He must have gone home to get his own body, and went to find the God Judge!

Aizen didn't have time to deliver the vegetables to the kitchen, so he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, stretched his wrists and ankles, and flew towards the place where the judge lived.

The short knife whose speed has been increased to the extreme is like a gust of wind, leaving only a shallow shadow.When Ai Ran arrived at the place, she found a row of short knives Fu Sangshen standing at the gate of the small courtyard.

"You came."

"You are here too."

Everyone seems to be facing a secret sign, and they can read the meaning of each other's heart with a touch of eyes.

It's just that for the time being, no one is willing to take a step, and they are all wearing insider uniforms, and they don't bring their bodies with them.

Well, there aren't many fools like Hotaru.

Patting her chest, Aizen walked to an inconspicuous position, quietly waiting for Hotaru to arrive.

However, to everyone's surprise, the first person to meet them was the god-inspector who had made many detours and did not know how many turns, and her little brothers.

"Hello, Lord Judge."

The uniform greetings pressed towards Yunjin with an overwhelming momentum.

"Well, hello."

Yun Jin motioned for the swordsmith to open the door, then pointed to her empty courtyard, motioning for them to go in and chat: "There are delicious snacks and tea."

The daggers shook their bodies and saw the future of their broken teeth.

But they thought too much, is Yunjin such a devil?After Jinjian's tragic performance, she understood how brittle this Honmaru monster is, not only the body is brittle, but even the teeth can be broken by a piece of ordinary jade.

What about the hardest bone in the body?Totally kidding.

So the dim sum served here are very ordinary wagashi, made of sweet bean paste, soft and soft, even if you have no teeth, you can eat it safely.

call.

The Fusangshen breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, they were still thinking, if the dish was a transparent gem, how would they refuse it so as not to hurt the heart of the judge.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Taking a piece of candy from the glass jar and throwing it into his mouth, Yunjin happily chewed under the pained expressions: "Taiko Bell, tell me."

Taiko Bell, who sat on the edge and was still called by name, sighed and became a bridge to convey information: "Actually, we came here mainly to ask about Jinjian."

"Oh~ I want to ask him why he suddenly changed his appearance?"

"Uh-huh."

The daggers with more lively personalities nodded one after another, and those who were shy and introverted also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Is such that……"

Yunjin is also a little proud of her innovative move. With so many audiences, she shares it openly.Taiko bell interpreted at the same time, and told the short swords word by word what the judge said.

"That is to say, only Fusangshen who used to be a big sword or a big sword like Jinjian can be forged back?"

Ranto Shiro was so disappointed that the whole person became smaller: "How could this be..."

Hotaru who had just walked to the door also paused.

"I'm not sure either."

Yun Jin walked to Luan's side, reached out and patted the opponent's head: "Today's sword is just an experiment, whoever knows it will become real."

"Then please treat me as an experiment."

Regardless of the barrier's rejection of him, Hotaru tried his best to step into the small courtyard.There was a gaping wound at the corner of the eye, and the blood that flowed from it slid to the jaw, leaving a red mark.