Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"The general is in a bad mood?" Yaken Toshiro asked while helping Zong Jue take off the bandage.

"Well, it's okay." Zong Jue put one hand on the table to ask Yaoken Toshiro to change the dressing, and with the other hand, he fiddled with the cubs rolling on the ground. One fiddled with it, and the second came to rub it After the second one rubbed, there was a third one in line. Zong Jue had no interest in fluffy things, but he didn't reject their closeness. His slender fingers fell from one fluffy to another, In order to facilitate dressing changes, he puts on a loose coat over a sleeveless vest these days, and just takes off the sleeves when changing dressings.

Obviously, after a few days of licking, it will heal by itself, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome.Zong Jue skillfully rubbed the little tiger until it snored, feeling that it was even more uncomfortable to have something wrapped around his arm.

So irritating.

Zong Jue controlled the urge to scratch. The slight itchiness when the wound healed was actually more painful than the pain when he was injured. In the past, he changed back to his original shape and licked it all by himself, so he could bear it. It was wrapped in a thick bandage and had a strange smell of medicine. He couldn't keep his mouth shut, so he could only endure it.

The more he forbears, the more anxious he becomes, as if a cluster of flames are shooting up in his heart, the higher the shooting, the more restless he is.

The scab formed on the wound was an ugly dark brown. Because of the depth of the wound, a thick layer almost sank into the skin, and it looked even more hideous because of the bloodless white of the surrounding skin. The edge of the wound was red from tender flesh. The thin newborn skin can't hide the rich color of the blood, and every rush will bring a slight heat and itching.

Zong Jue couldn't help but move when the medicine was applied, and let out that unbearable tsk sound, and his face became more mean and cold and gloomy.

In an instant, Foxnosuke, who had just stepped through the door with half a foot, was scared back again.

Otherwise... or come back later.

"Is it a little itchy?" Yaken Toshiro, who grew up on the battlefield, scratched the wound with his fingertips very understandingly, and then let Foxosuke, who was shrunk by the door, come in understandingly, stood up and said, "I'm going to get some anti-itch ointment. It's almost healed now, and it should be fine without a bandage."

Before he left, he also carried out the little tigers who had retired from the five tigers, so as not to disturb the judge and Fox's help to discuss business.

It is two different things for the God Judge to trust him to handle the documents and for him to take the initiative to get involved. The little dagger who has gone through the ups and downs is very clear about the boundaries he should have, and it is precisely because of this that Zong Jue is not only like a favorite Dote on him like a child, and trust him to take on some even more important tasks for the operation of the pill.

"What's the matter?" Zong Jue couldn't help but secretly scratched the wound twice, the itching made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Judgment... Lord God Judge QAQ" Fox Nosuke raised his eyes secretly to look at Zong Jue's face, and stammered to read the news he just received to Zong Jue, "The government of time requests, you are requested Attending three days later, the one who attended the three-strike sword... the sword..."

Its sound became smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared completely in the throat.

"Give me the document directly." Zong Jue said, "If you can't tell."

Foxosuke hesitated for a while, but still projected the document in front of Zong Jue, then buried his head on the floor and pretended to be dead without moving.

Well, it was so scary, Hu Zhisuke felt that his tears were about to burst out, and the pitiful earthquake did not dare to move, waiting for Zong Jue's reaction, feeling that even if he was scrapped on the spot, it would not be unusual.

The wording of the document sent by the Government of Time is really very harsh and terrible, even it feels a little angry after reading it, let alone Lord God Judge, it has already worked hard to express it in a softer way. The meaning of the government of the time, but I am really hopeless and hopeless QAQ

"Tsk." Zong Jue frowned and knocked on the table impatiently, and the air pressure around him, which was not very pleasant, dropped almost completely below zero in an instant.

Honosuke, who was trembling like sifting chaff, froze suddenly and almost collapsed on the spot. After a while, he coughed twice and stood up shaking: "It's not a good habit to vent your anger."

"I know." Zong Jue said, raising his hand to hug Fox Nosuke, "What's the matter with coming to me like this?"

The ghost lamp is fine but I don't like to come to him like this. After all, Honosuke is just a man-made utensil. It will be extremely uncomfortable to attach the soul of ghosts and gods to it, just like forcing an adult into a child's clothes. can't breathe,

"You should have received the documents from the Government of Time." Ghost Lantern squatted on Zong Jue's lap and patted his wound with a meat pad, "The thing you sent?"

"Well, it's quite a powerful curse." If there were no curse bonus on the box, Zong Jue's wound would have healed before he left that world, "Speaking of which, how about Bartra?"

"For Huangquan's corrupt financial system, it's like a savior." Ghost Lamp followed his body's instincts and licked his paws before replying, "His wife did a part-time job as an intern first, and she performed well. .”

Being able to grow from a penniless poor boy to a wealthy businessman, Batra's financial ability can be said to be matched by few people, so Ghost Lamp readily and secretly opened a small back door for his wife—she His body has already rotted under the pain, even the elixir of heaven can't save it for a long time, so he simply throws away that body and replaces it with a new one, such as the righteous skeleton of the soul world, which guarantees that he can use it for hundreds of years in good health. Not a bad year.

Batra experienced a roller coaster from sadness and despair to ecstasy in just a few days. When the three views were broken and reorganized, he vaguely remembered that when he met Zong Jue, who was not as gentle as he is now, that young killer God once told him with a smile that he came from hell.

He witnessed his wife's soul being pulled out of the dying body by Zong Jue, and placed on a faceless puppet amidst the harsh beeping of the monitor, and then the puppet gave birth to a beautiful and soft face, Opening his eyes and calling his name softly, it was like an absurd but beautiful dream.

——I believe that the endless overtime work in hell and the workload of Shushan Wenhai will wake him up soon.

Batra's topic was just mentioned in a hurry, and Ghost Lamp licked his paw again, turning the topic to his real purpose of coming here.

"The recent human beings are a bit too much." He patted the projected document with Fox's soft meat pad, "It seems that our modest attitude has given them some illusion."

Huang Quan himself is short of manpower and doesn't care much about humans. Gao Tianyuan's attitude is that he doesn't care about humans at all. As a result, the Government of Time has become more and more willing to sit on an equal footing with the gods over the years. Maybe it is a conquest that can drive the gods to fight Feeling that those high-ranking officials accidentally poured a few catties of cement into their minds.

"You have to tell them to be more polite." Ghost Lantern jumped off Zong Jue's lap, "You have to use honorific words when talking to gods."

"Understood." Zong Jue squeezed Gui Deng's ears, "By the way, help them reduce their manpower?"

"Just don't kill too many people." Ghost Lantern said, "Otherwise we have to send people to guard."

A few words and a few words, back and forth, settled the fate of those high-ranking officials who slapped their heads and wanted to squeeze some benefits from Huangquan.

It has nothing to do with the self-esteem of the gods, it's just that I can't bear the repeated temptations and oppressions these years, just like mosquitoes that buzz around people's ears and suck blood.

"General, I've brought the medicine." Yaken Toshiro knocked on the paper barrier, and the ghost lamp came out of Foxnosuke's body immediately, leaving behind a dizzy Foxnosuke and a man who seemed to be in a strange mood. Zong Jue.

Considering the fragile hearts of his own swordsmen, Zong Jue only brought Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaohumaru when he went to the government headquarters of time.

What, you said that the official document asked him to bring Zuo Wenwen's family with him?

I'm sorry that the fox is too old to see.

The headquarters of the Government of Time is very busy. With the expansion of the time-traveling military front, the number of god-inspectors is no less than that of some countries with a small population. Therefore, the place that is the headquarters in name has actually expanded into a small In cities and towns, after the teleportation array comes out, there will be suspension vehicles that will send the judges to different destinations.

However, someone was waiting for Zong Jue. When the stern-faced young man saw Zong Sanzuo's writing and Xiaohu Wan behind him, he frowned deeply and wanted to say something, but he restrained himself from saying anything. Slightly stiffly leading Zong Jue to the direction of the conference building.

"Ministers are already waiting for you. I will pick you up in two hours," he said.

"It won't take that long." Zong Jue took off the windbreaker and threw it to Zong San Zuo Wenwen to carry it, and pushed open the door of the meeting room.

"You are—" The young man felt pain as if his shoulders were pinched by iron tongs, and from one side of his head, he saw Xiaohuwan holding him in place with a slight smile.

"Etiquette, etiquette." Xiaohuwan restrained this young man whose attitude made him unhappy in a gentle voice, and opened the barrier to block the entire barrier building. The etiquette that the master should have."

The buzzing sound of the sword being unsheathed resounded throughout, and the young man only felt a sharp pain in his head for a moment, and then he didn't know anything in the next second.

He suddenly understood the words of his colleague who advised him not to show off the limelight. Human beings think they have touched the realm of the gods, but in fact they have only touched a drop of water in the ocean.

He remembered that his colleague's family had always strongly opposed those proposals that tested the bottom line of the gods.

When the eyes were clear again, Zong Jue was also opening the door and walking out. He also saw a bloody hand trying to poke out from the meeting room, but was trampled off by Zong San Zuowen, who was closely behind Zong Jue. .

Zong San left the text and turned around, closing the door of the conference room tightly.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Zong Jue nodded politely, "Is there anything else going on?"

The young man was startled, he was speechless for a long time.

"Then let's go shopping first." Zong Jue said, "Thanks for your hard work."

The young man stood there blankly watching Zong Jue leave, and saw Xiaohuwan wipe Zong Jue's skirt, a drop of blood was stained there.

There is only that drop of blood.

He pushed open the door of the conference room, and there was nothing in the clean conference room.

There is only a sticky smell of blood that makes people want to vomit, and it is blown by the wind outside, and it dissipates.

Well, bring some persimmons back to Xiaoye.

Zong Jue and Zong San Zuowen thought at the same time, and stretched out their hands to the same bag of persimmons.

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Ghost Lantern: I didn't care about it at first, but it's really annoying for humans to always find fault [kind eyes]