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While eating lunch, An Ding looked at the two dark circles around Tuozhen's eyes and felt very helpless, while Xiuzhen (in her opinion) gave a fierce look to the plagiarist with a gentle smile, and then stalked to Tuozhen's side to face him. Hush and ask for warmth.

"Come over to the dojo after the afternoon nap... No." The interrogator suddenly changed his words in the middle of the sentence, "This time we are going to the back mountain."

"?" Takuma, who was hard at work, heard the news and raised his head to look at the examiner, but he didn't ask about the change of location, but pointed out: "You are in a hurry, why?"

"Because you only have one week to study, Takuma." The judge put down the chopsticks in his hand and told him the news very calmly.

"Hey?!" An Ding was surprised, it only took a week to master spiritual power?Although Tuozhen's progress is very fast, it's not in such a hurry, right?

Tuozhen nodded, but he didn't express anything else. He always felt that the study mentioned by the judge did not refer to "spiritual power", and this guy obviously cared more about his combat effectiveness.

"Hmph, one week is enough!" Xiuzhen folded her arms and said solemnly, "Master will definitely be able to do it!"

An Ding reached out and snatched Xiao Fu Sangshen over: "Eat your meal!"

"Oh……"

Pushing Xiuzhen back, An Ding frowned and asked the interrogator with some puzzlement: "Why are you in such a hurry? Although Tuozhen has already mastered 'inspiration', this is just one foot into the world of spiritual energy." It's just the door..." He glanced at Takuma who didn't take this matter to heart at all, this guy doesn't care, it doesn't mean he doesn't care.

If it is just to learn spiritual power, why is it so urgent?And just looking at the arrangement of the God Judge for the afternoon in the past two days, he didn't just teach Takuma's spiritual power, otherwise why did he ask for a test of Takuma's kendo level?If you are in a hurry to learn spiritual power, you probably won't spend time on it.

"Because there is not enough time, An Ding." The interrogator gently answered his question, but such an answer is like no answer to An Ding→_→

"Time..." An Ding was completely at a loss, but after the interrogator gave this answer, he refused to say anything more, and he had no choice.

"Adults just like to play tricks," Xiuzhen waved her little spoon—he couldn't use chopsticks dexterously yet—sniffing, "Pretending to be tricky!"

"Xiuzhen! Don't be rude!" An Ding patted his head.After all, the god judge is also Tuozhen's teacher, a brat.

Xiuzhen clutched her forehead and muttered aggrievedly: "That's what it was..."

An Ding apologized to the judge with some embarrassment, but the judge smiled kindly and didn't mean to be offended.

This little guy is quite protective of the Lord. After seeing Tuo Zhen being beaten up by him, he has been showing no kindness to him.

After eating, Takuma was going to take a nap.After putting away the tableware, Xiuzhen tugged at the corner of Tuozhen's clothes and followed him in a desperate manner, trying to rub against his master's bed, "Master, let's sleep together!"

"..." Tuozhen grabbed him by the back collar and threw him directly to Anding.

An Ding raised her hand and knocked on Xiuzhen's forehead, warning, "Forgot what happened this morning?"

Speaking of this morning, when Xiuzhen woke up and saw that her master was still sleeping, she excitedly got up and tried to get into his master's bed, but she was almost broken by Tuozhen, who hadn't slept well. Pushing the door open and coming in to wake them up, he dragged Xiuzhen back just in time.

Xiuzhen pouted and argued, "That's because the master is not familiar with my smell. If we sleep together more often, such things won't happen." Before An Ding could say anything, he raised a Example, "Look, Mommy, you're fine."

...That's because I don't have the idea of ​​sharing the bed with him at all, okay? →_→

"You are enough." An Ding said bitterly, "You are like a strange idiot now."

"What is an idiot? Same as Mr. Kondo and Ms. Xiaoyuan?" Xiuzhen snorted disdainfully, "Then I am different, the master loves me."

"..." You are so confident, Xiuzhen→_→

fire.

The raging fire that scorched the sky and the earth filled the eyes, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

As soon as the screen turned, the flames receded quickly like the ebbing waves, and wisps of white smoke began to gather in front of my eyes.Push away the cloud of smoke that obstructs the line of sight, and a brand new picture emerges.

There are two groups of people within sight.

There are many people on the right hand side, there are onmyojis wearing hunting clothes and black hats, monks wearing bamboo hats and holding sticks, priestesses wearing white clothes and scarlet hakama... Countless psykers from all walks of life, besides There are also guys who are very active in the other world, such as the mafia, the kings, their clans, and outsiders.

But there is only one person on the left. ...and maybe two knives, one long and one short.

Standing alone, inseparable from each other.

The boundaries between the two sides are very far apart, and they look at each other from a distance, as if there is an abyss in the middle.

There are many acquaintances on the side with a large number of people. They seem to be saying something to that person, with happy or worried expressions on their faces, but the young man standing on the opposite side of everyone is indifferent, with a dull expression like a glass of wine. Like plain water, he rarely even blinks his eyes.

The person on the right seemed to have expected his reaction, and shook his head as if he didn't intend to say anything more.

After that, the young man seemed to be like an exquisite puppet that had been switched on, holding the knife in his hand and walking towards the people opposite him step by step...

The fire swept across the whole world again, and all the people on the right disappeared, leaving only the young man with the knife in the world.Moreover, one of the two knives in his hands disappeared without a sound.

The hot air from the burning flames blows his chestnut curly hair up on his shoulders, the black kimono reflects the flickering flames, and the sleeves and corners of the clothes are also swaying.He looked up at the sky reddened by the flames, his eyes were out of focus, and there was nothing but the color of the flames in his inorganic blue eyes.

The burning flames quickly disappeared again, and the starry night spread overhead, and a deep blue ocean appeared under the young man's feet.He stood barefoot on the sea as if he was not affected by gravity. Occasionally, the wind blew by, brushing his hair and the corners of his clothes, and the tiny waves on the sea rolled mischievously around his feet a few times. Calm was restored again.

The young man let go of his hand, and the knife in his hand also fell.He closed his eyes, opened his hands and fell backwards. The calm sea didn't even splash a single splash, like an extremely gentle and tolerant mother accepting in her arms a child who had been traveling for a long time and returned home exhausted. Same.

Soon, he was submerged in sea water.

The knife that was thrown before has long disappeared, leaving only the young man sinking slowly, not knowing where it will sink in the end, and when it will reach the place where it can stop.

This is not the first time Ya Xiao has dreamed of this scene.

But there is no time when I see such a dream without feeling shocked and sad.

……

When the government dispatched special troops stationed.

A long mosquito net hangs from the ceiling, covering the only bed in the room, like a small independent world completely isolated from the world.

Through the mosquito net, a figure lying flat on the bed can be vaguely seen.

At this time, a footstep suddenly appeared in the empty room.The heels of the leather boots knocked on the marble floor unhurriedly, and every sound was as clear as knocking on the eardrums of people.

A hand with a leather glove pushed aside the layers of mosquito nets, turned around, and the visitor sat by the bed, his long blue hair tied together was spread directly on the snow-white quilt.He took off his leather gloves and reached out to wipe away a tear from the corner of the eye of the person lying on the bed.

"Did you dream of that scene again, Ya Xiao?"

"Oh~ Mr. Mu is here too?" A frivolous and smiling voice came from the door, and Bai Lan also walked into the room. "It's really been a long time~"

"kuhuhuhu~" Liu Daoku turned to look at Bai Lan, and greeted him with a smile: "It's been a long time, Mr. Bai Lan."

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

The two turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a priest, and he was pushing a wheelchair, and a young man with dark green hair sat on the wheelchair.

"Oh~ Even Mr. Pan and Mr. Liu are here~" Bai Lan put her hands on her waist, and looked at the two who came together with a smile, "Well~ Let me see, who else hasn't arrived?"

"It's Mr. Crow, Mr. Bai Lan." The young man in the wheelchair reminded.

"Oh oh oh! That's right!" Bai Lan suddenly realized, "Yeah, but Mr. Crow should be teaching Tuo Zhenjun at this moment, right?"

The young man nodded, "It seems to be a week of class. Well, it's not long, anyway, it passed in the blink of an eye."

"So what are you all doing here now?" The middle-aged man dressed as a priest asked lazily, and casually glanced at Ya Xiao who was lying on the bed, "I heard that dreams are frequent recently. Can you bear it?"

"Oh, oh, Mr. Pan, have you forgotten~" Bai Lan said with a smile, "Didn't we die a long time ago~"

"That's right."

A few people chatted casually for a few words, and after a while, they heard a knock on the door.

They looked at the door, and it was Zhengyi, the captain of the duty team, who knocked on the door.

"Yeah~ it's Xiaozheng~"

Zhengyi pushed his glasses and said in a business-like tone: "Please go to the lobby, Mr. Cangjie is already waiting for you there."

the other side.

Because the interrogators asked not to approach the back mountain, whether it was the sword men of Honmaru or An Ding and Xiuzhen, when they heard the earth-shattering sounds coming from the back mountain in Honmaru, they couldn't help being a little frightened.In the end, they really couldn't bear it and ran to a place closer to the back mountain to wait, at least they could know the situation of both sides as soon as this unexpected exchange was over.

"By the way... is this going to open up more farmland after leveling the mountain →_→"

"...shut your crow's mouth." Even though it was just An Ning's joke, Qingguang's face darkened inexplicably when he heard it, and he didn't want to aggravate it, okay?

Sword Fusangshen, who never knew that their own god judges could be violent enough to tear down mountains, were more or less embarrassed.

In addition, Fu Sangshen also raised his own doubts: "A fight of this level...is it really okay?" They also had no way of knowing the situation of the two of them.Although they are inexplicably confident in the strength of their own god judges, after all, their usual impression of god judges is that they are gentle and amiable, and they have never seen a god judge with full firepower, so they are always a little uncertain.

Those who look forward to the stars and the moon waited until the clouds in the sky were dyed red, candle holders and others also prepared dinner, and then the god judge walked out slowly from the back mountain.

Surprisingly, despite making such a big commotion, the hem of the clothes on the judge's body didn't even show any sign of being messy.

And he was the only one who came out.

"Master!" The Fusangshin of Honmaru embraced him in unison.The judge smiled, and took the trouble to appease the little knives who were chattering about his status one by one.

An Ding and Xiuzhen couldn't believe it when they saw that there was no figure of Tuozhen behind the God interrogator. Where's Tuozhen?Could it be that he was beaten so hard that he couldn't walk? ? ?

This question immediately received a very gentle answer from the judge: "It seems that the condition is not very good, please send the child back."

"..." No, is there really nothing wrong with you, a literary examiner? ? ?