A broken waist warning from a god judge

After Yaken Toshiro disappeared from Honmaru, Fusangshin, who had been waiting for a long time, finally found his only savior.

The grandfather of the god judge, who only exists in the lines, is a legendary summoned beast.

"This is Yunjin's Honmaru?"

Walking on the stone road, the disgust in Qingpan's heart never dissipated: "No wonder she doesn't want to stay here, this little layer of spiritual power..."

Only these monsters born by borrowing artificial means can endure it.

But there is nothing they can do if they can't bear it. After all, they have been forced to form a connection with "people" since they were born. If they want to survive later, they have to rely on this connection. Everything is restricted, and there is only room for survival. Such a half square.

What a disgrace to the monster.

When he came to Yunjin's small courtyard, Qingpan walked in without the owner's permission. He looked at the forging room next to the main building and felt that this was the painting style of their little hammer.

When I was at home, I wished I could move the beds to the side of the stove. It seems that outside, I still restrained my mood a little, and didn't go too far.

"Hello."

The swordsmith stood aside with his little hands in his hands, and the six shikigami had already been lying on the ground, pasted into a piece of paper, only the chest where the jewel was hanging was slightly raised.

"Hello."

Qingpan sat down on the seat prepared by the other party, and as soon as he glanced at the knife maker, he knew what was hidden under the man's skin.

The government of time...

"Tell me about the past two days."

As a big monster who has lived for an unknown number of years and passed through an unknown number of years, even if Qingpan uses a printed body, going abroad is still a troublesome thing.

He simply came here to retrieve his granddaughter, but a group of people analyzed his behavior in depth, and they always felt that he went to the country across the sea to avenge a century-old revenge and destroy the entire island.

This brain hole is also too big.

There are many people with such thoughts, and it took Qingpan two days to get on the plane.

Of course, Qingpan could also choose to fly over directly, but that would be too conspicuous and different from his usual low-key style.

Now sitting on the edge of the corridor—that is, the place where Yunjin often stays—the man has dark green to almost pure black long hair. When the sun shines on it, there will be a circle of green halo. It makes people feel calm, and all the troubles fly to another world.

From this point alone, the danger of Qingpan is obvious.

His eyes also possessed the same magical power, and each of the five senses had its own merits when viewed separately, but compared with those same dark green eyes, they were nothing.

Probably considering this problem, Qingpan wore a pair of flat glasses without prescription, purely to prevent someone from looking at him, and his soul would be saved.

"Shortly before you arrived at Honmaru, the fourth Fusangshen was summoned away by Lord Yunjin."

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't consider the mood of current affairs, so I just tore the barrier and came here."

Thinking of not provoking diplomatic issues between the two countries, Qingpan deliberately used gentle means, but this gentleness wasted a little time and made him miss the fluctuation created by Yunjin's summoning.

It is a bit exaggerated to look back in time, the summoning behavior that appeared at that time was Yunjin sending a message to those who were worried about her, telling them that everything is fine and don't worry too much.

"Forget it, just wait until the same time tomorrow."

He waved his hand, indicating that the knifesmith could start from the beginning: "You should understand what I mean."

In a strange place, Yunjin, whose mentality is not yet mature, will definitely go to the place she is most familiar with first, and there will be no other places except the blacksmithing room.

And this swordsmith probably relied on his special status to gain Yunjin's trust, so he was able to appear in the Honmaru as a free body.

For an important visitor like Qingpan, only the swordsmith came to welcome him.

"Ok."

Smart people don't need too many narrations for conversations. The swordsmith has long been mentally prepared. Three seconds after Qingpan agreed, he talked about everything that happened in this pill in a steady tone, no matter how big or small.

Even the dark history that Sanri Yuezong wanted to cover up was pointed out by the swordsman one by one.

Yunjin's various hilarious behaviors in it also succeeded in making Qingpana laugh out loud.

"This kid is really naughty."

He shook his head helplessly: "When we were at home, everyone cooperated with her, and it was too much effort not to remind her, but it was still the same in a strange place."

It's just that being away from home made Yunjin feel a bit nervous, otherwise the Three Ridge Moon Sect would not have been able to wait for the treatment later, and maybe it would have been wiped out after Yunjin's inadvertent flick.

"Master Yunjin is very good."

The swordsmith said respectfully: "She is the first person who is willing to show respect to the swordsmith, and the shikigami behind me, without Master Yunjin's action, they will die the moment their spiritual power is exhausted."

These shikigami who only know how to execute simple orders are also a life in the eyes of the swordsmith.

He didn't even think there was much difference between Shikigami and Fusangshin, they were both controlled by others, and also had no freedom, but one had a face, while the other had stubby limbs.

"The spirit stone was also given by Yunjin?"

"Yes."

"The meeting hall I passed by before, and the stones standing in the yard, must have been bought by Yunjin."

"Indeed."

I also opened snacks for myself while I was away.

Qingpan instantly understood Yunjin's thoughts: "If you eat too many snacks, you will not be able to digest them. Why do you still not understand after all these years?"

"Please don't worry about this, Lord Yunjin didn't eat too much."

The swordsmith is like a housekeeper, telling the master about his daughter all the things related to the young lady. His attitude made Qingpan a little bit more satisfied, and spared him from using this layer of skin to deceive Yunjin.

I also want to know how Little Hammer, who has been running on the mountain for so many years and is ignorant of the world, can see through the true identity of the thousand-year-old demon in front of him.

She could feel something, but it wasn't obvious, otherwise she would have told him about it the first day she found something was wrong.

"That's how it is, before the summoning time is up tomorrow, let all the Fusangshen here gather in a wide place."

Taking off his glasses, Qingpan closed his eyes and let the sun shine on him.

From this moment on, he didn't move, his heartbeat was suppressed to the limit, and he sat on the side of the corridor like a statue.

The swordsman didn't dare to hesitate, and backed away from Qingpan's sight—even though the other party closed his eyes and didn't look at it—and walked towards the meeting hall where the swordsman was.

[Phew, it's really scary enough. 】

The swordsmith, who kept his head down the whole time and dared not look directly at the other party, heaved a sigh of relief. He had grown up in this land for many years, and he had also heard rumors about the big monster over the sea.

Things that turn into petrification at a glance, things that make you kneel when you hear the other person's name... He treats such details that only appear in the storybook as a joke and doesn't believe it at all.

With his talent, he can still become such a powerful monster.

It's just that all this completely dissipated after seeing the deity.

He didn't even ask for the other party's introduction, for fear that his disguise would be shattered by the awe brought by his real name.

For many years, he had never felt such a threat.

His hands and feet were trembling, the heart inside his body was also beating wildly, and his soul was curled up into a ball, wishing to become transparent to pretend he couldn't see.

Gotta get those guys on their toes.

The swordsman thought, Yunjin is a monster so innocent that people want to destroy this purity, but behind her stands a mountain that no one dares to shake. Unfaithful thoughts, put away your tail and be a good person.

Hahahahaha, it seems that the retrograde army and the people standing behind the retrograde army are nothing more than training hands given to Yunjin by this lord.

What a big deal, taking so many lives to pave the way for my granddaughter, not to mention, when I encountered a little problem, I ran over by myself.

It makes people envious, but also makes people mad with envy.

When he arrived at the entrance of the meeting hall, the swordsmith directly tore off his disguise. He didn't know that at this time, his eyes were faintly stained with a layer of red light.

When he appeared in front of Fu Sangshen for the first time, he had a smile on his face, but he was the type who didn't care and didn't care. It made people angry, but it wouldn't have any excessive influence.

Now, his smile was full of arrogance and arrogance, and his wide sleeves rolled up waves following his steps, and the wind that carried it made Fu Sangshen unable to approach, so he could only stay where he was.

"Shut up."

The anger suppressed by Qingpan and the sadness after seeing his own weakness are entangled together, making the swordsmith tremble slightly.

"Starting from today, I will say it after I have something to think about. What I want to do, I will do it after I can bear the result."

"That adult is not an existence that you can approach at will."

"Tomorrow's summoning moment, everyone will show up, pay attention, it's everyone."

"I don't care what kind of relationship you have in private, or what kind of connection you have with other people now, if you don't arrive tomorrow, you will be wiped out."

"After all, I don't want to risk my life to play with you, understand?"

His eyes swept over every Fu Sangshen, and fixed on Sanri Yuezong's face.

"Don't let people get close to the courtyard of the god judge. Your dilapidated souls can't hold the breath from the other party at all. Do you understand?"

After the final warning, the knifesmith strode out.

He looked at the scattered stones in the courtyard, and waved them into a neat posture.

No one made a sound, and after the swordsmith left, the daggers with relatively low survival values ​​shook their bodies violently and knelt down on one knee.

"Ha ha……"

Xiao Ye grabbed the clothes around her heart with her hands, panting desperately.

His breath didn't know when it disappeared, and he didn't realize his lack of oxygen until the other party disappeared.

He was not the only one gasping for breath. He reacted quickly with the short knife, and then came the knife attack and the threat. The forbearing expressions on their faces showed that the oppression they had just suffered was not much less.

"It seems that we have messed with a big shot."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's lips lost their color, and he was one of the few people who faced the pressure directly from the position of the swordsmith.

"Even the swordsmith has been forced to be like this... What kind of monster is the grandfather of the god judge?"

Hotaru glanced at Imaki next to him, the young man with the big sword was not as obvious as the other fusangshen.

"The grandfather of the god judge is a big monster whose name is enough to immobilize people."

Fortunately, Yingwan, who had heard Yunjin mention it, told others: "For the time being, follow what the other party said. In terms of contact, Jinjian and I will come forward."

"I don't know whether the story of the broken soul that the swordsmith said is true or false, but for the sake of safety, I still treat it as true."

Sanri Yuezong comforted the others: "Then I will trouble you two, if you need anything, just ask."

"Go and find all the Fu Sangshen who were not present today. I don't want them to die here because they haven't been notified."

Not dissipating on the battlefield, but dying under such a playful reason, just thinking about it makes people feel cold all over.

"Then let's all inform each other."

Yingwan nodded: "The few people who have been staying in their small courtyard and are unwilling to come out, it's time for them to move."

It is best not to have such a joking suicide incident at all.

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Qingpan: I'm sorry, I forgot that even a ray of consciousness is so strong.

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