[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

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A fallen god judge, a puppet without pain...

A puppet with its thread cut, carrying a rabbit lantern,

Being carried behind the back, listening to the sound of fireworks exploding in my ears:

Teach me how to love, how about?

Content tags: Synthesizing Heavenly Combination Traveling Through Time and Space Sweet Articles

Search keywords: Protagonist: Song Si┃Supporting role: Aunt Ben Europe's current knives┃Others: Rough guy raises children, Touken Ranbu, Hanamaru, God judge

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chapter01

"Sign it?" The voice was seductive, and Party B on the contract in front of him was vacated.

Song Si tapped lightly on the table with his hand, the knocking sound was a bit messy, he persisted for a while, picked up the pen and "signed."

What happens after death?Is it light or dark?

It was indeed the first time I saw a light after Song Si's death. It was very warm, so warm that Song Si couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but was afraid of being burned.

Song Si raised his head and looked at the sky, the surroundings were too dark, only the moon in the sky could not emit much light, the light in front of him enveloped him, Song Si still couldn't help reaching out to touch him in the end, even if he was caught It was scalded to the point of being bruised all over.

It's like a moth to a flame, if you touch that fire before you die, at least you don't regret it.

The fox next to him was chirping and chirping, the noise was unbearable, the ringing in the ears made people upset, Song Si frowned.

With just one glance, the fox shrank back a few steps, covered his tail in front of his face, then buried his head in the tail and shook twice, hiding his fear on the face behind the tail.

"Useless guy." Song Si opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse, but with obvious boredom.

Stretching out his hand to touch the light, the four knives were suspended in mid-air one by one behind the dazzling halo. The scabbard exuded a cold feeling, but Song Si felt an inexplicable warmth.

This is the kind of warmth that penetrated into the bone marrow just now, Song Si narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were full of interest.

Song Si stretched out his hand and gently stroked the four scabbards one by one. The warmth from the soul made Song Si take a deep breath, and finally the black scabbard fell into Song Si's eyes instantly.

The fancy scabbard is too dazzling, and it is tantamount to an obvious publicity when killing people.

Directly ignoring the other sword bodies, he took the sword marked as Yamabuki Kirihiro in his hand, looked at it a little, pulled it out, saw the sharp light on the blade, unsheathed it, and swiped it in the air, Draws a beautiful light.

Seeing the door that was successfully cut through by the blade, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Song Si's eyes, and he smiled.

"You seem to be very satisfied with this knife." Foxnosuke heard the pleasure in the deep laughter, poked his head out of his tail, and called softly, his voice still trembled from the pressure of the judge just now.

Returning the knife to the sheath, Song Si licked his dry lips, unexpectedly sexy.

Hearing that faint sound, Foxnosuke heaved a sigh of relief.

The sword slowly took shape, and Yamabuki Kiri Kunihiro, who just opened his eyes, saw obvious disgust in the eyes of his first judge.

The sloppy cloth was draped over the shoulders, and the head was covered by the white cloth. You could even see the obvious dirt under the white cloth. The corners of Song Si's raised lips slowly formed a straight line.

There was a touch of disappointment in Yamabuki Kunihiro's eyes, and he pulled the sheets helplessly: "Yamabuki Kunihiro... What kind of eyes do you have, do you mind if I am a counterfeit?"

"Nonsense." Song Si just glanced away at Yamabuki Kunihiro lightly, and parted her thin lips lightly.

He already knew the name of Yamabuchi Kunihiro, and if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have chosen him. It was a bit unnecessary to ask, so he turned his head and glanced at Foxnosuke.

"Any thing else?"

Foxosuke wanted to continue to introduce some things that Honmaru needed to know, but he spat it out for a long time, was held back by the cold eyes, and shook his head quickly.

Throwing the damaged door of the forging room to the side casually, Song Si walked out of the room slowly.

The smell of grass mixed with soil outside caused Song Si to take a deep breath, exhaling the miscellaneous air that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time.

Here, compared with before, it is just the same job, both killing people and killing people.

It's just that they killed some people who disrupted the future of the organization without permission, and now they just kill some people who destroy history with the permission of the government. The difference is only a permitted password.

He stretched out his hand and caught a fallen leaf. The fallen leaf was as red as the clouds, and the red was too dazzling.

Song Si's hand was gradually clenched, and the fallen leaves and roots had become fragile, and under a small amount of force, they quickly became broken and scattered randomly on the ground from between the fingers.

Looking at Kiri Kunihiro, who was carefully sizing him up behind him, Song Si turned his head to look, only to find that the man had pulled the quilt, covered his yellow hair and blue eyes under the quilt, and hid himself all emotions.

"Very good stuff." Song Si gave this quilt a very good evaluation. A killer who can hide his emotions can keep absolute calm most of the time. This is his experience in the industry for so many years.

The Yamabasaki Kunihiro is a very good knife.

Song Si swayed the remaining fallen leaves into the air, and under the blowing of the wind, they landed at the feet of Shanba Kirie Guoguang.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who was suddenly praised, was a little surprised, with surprise in his moist blue eyes, he slowly raised his head to look at the back of the person in front of him.

Wasn't it disgusting just now?

Looking at the broken leaves at his feet, the corners of Yamabuki Kunihiro's mouth slightly curled up, and he stretched out his hand to tug at his quilt again.

This future master of himself is worth looking forward to.

When the sky was getting dark, there was a light knock on the door, outside the door, Yamabuchi looked at the plate he was carrying, and always felt that this kind of thing was not worthy of that person.

The black charred things on the plate are dotted with this green leaf, which makes this dish look very strange.

Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro felt that the impression he had just made on the new owner was not bad, and maybe there would be no drop left by this dish, but he is really not good at cooking, and this is already the best dish he has completed up.

Song Si could hear the sound of the person at the door dawdling there, stretched out his hand and opened the door curtain, looked at the person in front of him with dissatisfaction, it felt bad to be disturbed in the middle of reading, Song Si Si's tone was bad: "You better have a better reason for bothering me."

Yamabuki Kunihiro awkwardly raised the tray in his hand, looking at the unknown object being held in front of him and Yamabuki Kunihiro who was obviously asking for praise, the corners of Song Si's mouth twitched with the expectation that was about to overflow.

"This is... what?" Song Si thought for a long time, and searched through the information in his mind, but there was no information about the thing in Yamabukiri's hand.

"The dinner I made for you, I've been making it for several hours." Yamabuchi Kunihiro was a little embarrassed, and wiped the sweat off his face with the hand that didn't hold the plate, the light in his eyes was like a begging candy child.

Shan Muqie's dirtier quilt and the dust on his face made Song Si unable to say no to it. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, his face turned blue.

If it weren't for Shan Muqie's eagerness for praise, Song Si would rather believe that it was a poison used to kill him, and he would definitely not believe that it was a dish.

Song Si took a handkerchief to wipe his mouth to cover up, quickly spit the coke onto the handkerchief, and quickly put it in the sleeve, his throat moved, and the swallowing action made Yamabuki Kunihiro's eyes shine.

"Any thing else?"

The corners of Yamabuki's mouth curled up slightly, with a smirk that didn't fit on his face, looking extremely funny, he shook his head and said no.

Song Si sighed and closed the door.

The door closed, and the room became deserted again. Back in front of the tatami, looking at the half-turned book on the table, he took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and threw it into the trash can.

This is the first time someone has cooked for him. It is very salty, even after chewing it twice, it is like chewing wax, but it has a taste that the fast food eaten outside does not have.

what is that?

Song Si was not very clear, he felt that his self-willedness had become the lowest at this moment, and he would never eat what he didn't want to eat, which made Song Si feel a little strange, Song Si looked down at the smudge at his feet. Pink, thinking of an adjective, smiled sarcastically.

Human tolerance.

Song Si stood up slowly, and picked up the cherry blossoms that were scattered on the ground to represent the happy mood of the sword. The pink cherry blossoms were not like the fallen leaves in the morning, they were very fresh and tender.

It's just a sip, will it make others get such a good mood?

Song Si shook his head, wondering when did he start caring about other people's thoughts?

If you have time to think about these things, you might as well look at those historical materials. After all, he is still a little lazy.

When night fell, Song Si put the history book on the table, pushed aside the curtain that hadn't been opened for a day, took a teacup to make tea, and walked to the front hall.

There is no light on, the night is the beginning of the killer's feast, and the night is the beginning of Song Si, but standing in the night, the bloody smell when killing people seems to be in the nose.

Those dirty things were secretly buried under the night.

The stars gathered with spiritual energy in the sky above the pill were sparse, Song Si raised his hand and waved casually.

Those stars were manipulated by Song Si's hands, like loose sand being pushed away, they circled in the air, and finally stayed quietly at the position Song Si requested.

Not far away, a surprised admiration came into the eardrums, Song Si's eyes deepened, and he subconsciously made a move. When the knife in his hand was placed on the neck of the visitor, Song Si came back to his senses.

"Shanbu Kirihiro?" Song Si saw the face of the person coming, calmly withdrew the knife, and put it in his sleeve: "You shouldn't stand behind people silently in the dark."

Kunihiro Yamabuchi subconsciously swallowed the pressure from the God-inspector just now.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro understood that the sense of oppression and the inexplicable smell of blood just now can only be felt and smelled by people who have killed people.

Controlling his breath that was suppressed and unstable just now, he knew that for such a person, cowardice would be despised.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Yamabuki Kunihiro bent over, revealing his fair neck that belonged to lifeline.

This is a posture of absolute submission.

Sensing the much weakened hostility from the God Judge, Yamabuki Kiri Kunihiro pulled the quilt, then straightened up, and looked at the sky that belonged to him and the God Judge Honmaru.

"Just now...it was beautiful."

Song Si didn't speak, Yuan sat down, and gently rubbed the cherry blossoms he picked up in his hands just now, Song Si suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked: "Since you think it's beautiful, why don't you sway the cherry blossoms?"

Yamabuchi's face turned red in an instant, and the hand holding the quilt shook slightly, and after saying goodbye, he quickly turned around and left, leaving behind Song Si who was inexplicable.

Song Si looked at the original materials about Fu Sangshen on his lap in puzzlement, and tilted his head.

chapter02

It was foggy early in the morning, which made the air in this Honmaru look fresher than ever.

The branches of the Manyozakura in the backyard of Honmaru were pulled down by Song Si ungently, and the dew condensed in the gaps between the leaves in the early morning mist was added to the teapot.

Slightly sniffing the dew in the pot, I could smell a sweet smell from it. Song Si had never imagined that this nature, fabricated with data, would have such a sense of reality.

The moment the branch was let go, the branch couldn't withstand the gravity, and returned to its original position in an instant, raising the remaining dew, which sprinkled on Song Si's body, making it slightly cool.

The small knife made a beautiful circle in Song Si's hand, and finally it was firmly held in his hand. With a random stroke of the blade, a leaf obediently floated from the branch into the teacup, and the dew brought green leaves unique The sublime fragrance.

When he got to the house, he took out a tea set from the cabinet and put it in front of the door.

Cleaned his hands with clean water, broke off a piece of tea cake, introduced lotus, hot tea, washed tea, the movements were fluent, this set of movements was engraved in Song Si's bone marrow, it was a pleasing performance.

When the scent of tea leaves hit his face, a figure suddenly flashed in Song Si's mind, and he subconsciously stopped his hands. After this pause, the tea flowed out along the teapot, outside, and along the edge of the table to Song Si's. On the kimono.

An exclamation exploded in Song Si's ears, and the Sanxi meatballs held by Yamabuki Kirihiro accidentally fell to the ground, and the plate hit the ground with a crisp sound, Song Si regained consciousness suddenly, stood up, Looking at the water stains on the kimono, he frowned.

Kunihiro Yamabuki stepped forward and covered the water stain with a handkerchief, absorbing the water that had not completely penetrated into the fabric of the kimono: "You seem to be burned, do you feel any pain here?"

feeling of pain?

Song Si didn't quite understand this feeling.

He is a puppet made by humans and has no pain nerves. Song Si was a little curious, what is this feeling like?

Brushing away Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro's hand, Song Si stood up, pressed on the burnt place just like masochistic, frowned slightly, feeling a little lost for not knowing why, casually found a burnt plaster and applied it on the wound at will .

Looking at Yamabukiri who had been instructed by him to go to Wanwu to buy daily necessities and leave, the small white handkerchief that was left behind was very strange on the mahogany table, picked it up and shook it, and keenly smelled it this morning The smell of earth.

He casually threw the handkerchief aside, put one hand behind his head, and lay down casually, hanging by his side and casually raising his hands in the air, looking at the thick air in the air flowing with his hand. Spiritual power.

A laugh burst into the air.

Power is always the foundation of this world, survival, growth, everything, without the power to fight against fate, there is only one dead end.

This is what Song Si knew the moment he woke up from his sleep.

"Don't you forge knives?" Fox Noosuke wagged his tail far away from Song Si and said, "You should remember the requirements of current affairs."

Song Si glanced lightly at Honosuke, and reminded him of those long-winded rules in the government at that time, he was really... a creature without winks.

Standing up, he stretched out a pair of white and slender hands to Foxnosuke. Foxnosuke stretched out his paws shyly, looked at his own god-inspector, saw the smile on Song Si's mouth, and finally Still walked slowly to Song Si's side, and put the little paw into Song Si's hand.

Song Si hugged Foxnosuke into his arms, and gently scratched Foxnosuke's chin. Foxnosuke let out a snoring sound comfortably, but didn't see Song Si's cold eyes at that moment.

Song Si grabbed a bunch of fox fur in his hands, and the deep yellow color made Song Si smile slightly. Holding Fox's stamina, he felt the trembling of the biological body under his hands.

"When I'm in a good mood, you'd better not appear in front of me."

Letting go of his hand casually, Foxosuke was smashed to the ground, hugging his bald tail, let out a shrill scream, kicked the ground with four paws, and quickly rushed out the door.

Song Si stood in place and looked at the open door, but finally went to the knife forging room.

Shizheng encouraged the experimental forging knives, the forging room was made more luxurious than other rooms, with blue bricks, wall tiles, carved railings and jade.

Charcoal, jade steel, cooling materials, and whetstones are put into the pool one by one, and the scalding temperature rises instantly, and the scorching feeling proves the heat of a life coming.

The halo appeared in front of Song Si again, and he stretched out his hand to touch it lightly. It was a short knife, similar to the lifeless knife in his hand, but this one seemed sharper.

Soon, a blue-haired, plainly dressed child who was no taller than his waist obediently stood in front of him, his eyes were cold, but unexpectedly a little dazed, he just looked at Song Si fixedly.

"Is there anyone you want revenge on?"

revenge?It was the first time someone asked him such a question. Song Si smiled, squatted down to meet the child's gaze, looked into the child's eyes, and said very seriously, "Yes."

"Then let me kill him for you, okay?" The child tilted his head, pulled out his own sword, and answered seriously, but with a trace of guard against the new master in front of him.

Song Si saw the child's eyes, they were too clear, but he didn't expect that the sword born for revenge in the information was unexpectedly pure.

Somewhat disappointed.

Even though this child was stained with blood, he was too pure. He also came from revenge and murder. His eyes and hands were already covered with darkness and blood. This kind of cleanliness was gone eight hundred lifetimes ago.

Standing up, he rang the bell on Yamabuchi, telling him to lead away the little bandit with thorns all over his body.

The crisp sound of the bell rang in the Honmaru, and the child stared firmly at the bell that belonged to Yamabuki Kunihiro, his eyes remained motionless, and there was a trace of longing in his eyes unconsciously.

Song Si shook the rattle slightly, and the child's eyes swayed left and right following the rattle, and the short ponytail tied behind his head flicked and flicked, which looked a little funny.

Casually threw the rattle of Yamabuki Kirihiro into the air, Song Si didn't reach out to catch it, the rattle hit the child's head, and the child caught it sharply.

Very fast response time.

Song Si's eyes darkened.

It's true, if you can get into the sword in Shizheng's eyes, it won't be bad after all.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stood at the door, watching the new sword casually playing with the bell that could summon him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"From now on, you will be fully responsible for the new swords."

Song Si turned around to leave, but he felt the clothes around his waist being pulled slightly.

Turning around, the child's white and tender hands were gently pulling his clothes, and there seemed to be some uneasiness in his eyes.

fledgling mentality.

Tsk, a psychological effect of trouble.

Seeing the person in front of him frowning slightly at the creases of the flat clothes, the child quickly let go of his hand vigilantly.

"Xiaoye Zuowen." Song Si called out the child's name, and when the child held the rattle and raised his head to look at him, he stretched out his hand to imitate the movements of those mothers on the street, and rubbed the forehead on the child's forehead Fa: "Please give me more advice in the future."

Song Si saw the child's eyes light up for a moment, then withdrew his hand, turned his head and walked out, this time the child did not grab his clothes, but was obediently held by Yamabuki Kunihiro.

As one of the four initial swords that Honmaru must choose, Yamabuki Kunihiro has many things that are more stable than other swords. When Song Si handed over the new sword to him, he was completely at ease.

Song Si rubbed his fingers against the palm of his hand, and the touch still stayed on the soft hair of the child just now, a very comfortable touch.

My throat was a bit dry, I don't know if it was because of the hot air blowing on my face when I forged the knife just now, I touched the teapot, but found that the hot tea was already cold, and because of the long soaking time, there was an unbearable sound. Bear the bitter taste.

Such a good tea, what a pity.

It's all because of Fox's help.

Foxosuke, lying on the knife, looked at his proud but now bald tail in the corner, thinking about when he would sneak out to Wanwu's beauty salon and have a hair transplant.

Song Si's routine is generally reversed from that of normal people. Ben didn't rest all day, and his temples throbbed and hurt, but when he closed his eyes, he felt unexpectedly refreshed.

Turning over, he sat on the side wall with his head resting on his head. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but such an awkward posture made Song Si feel much more comfortable.

There was a knock on the door, Song Si's eyes slowly opened, and he called in.

The little bandit hugged his quilt and stood at the door of Song Si, staring at his big round eyes. His expression did not change, but an imperceptible blush appeared on his cheeks in the dark night.

"Can't sleep?" Song Siyuan leaned against the cabinet, but his body was still involuntarily stiff for a moment because of the arrival of an outsider.

Xiaoye Zuowen nodded slowly, seeing Song Si beckoning, and then put her bedding next to Song Si's quilt.

The little bandit lay on the bed, looking at Song Si with a hint of doubt in his eyes, Song Si didn't answer the child's question, and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Si with his eyes closed puts much less pressure on the sword than when he opened his eyes.

After a while, when the quiet air was broken, Song Si turned his head and looked to the side, and the child's dazzling blue hair caught Song Si's eyes.

The child imitated his appearance and sat next to Song Si, and covered the two of them with his quilt just now.

The warm breath from the child's body hit, and Song Si's breathing was disrupted for a moment, and when the breathing became stable, the corners of Song Si's mouth slowly curled up inadvertently.

chapter03

The faint light hit the face, and the eyes felt a little uncomfortable due to the sudden strong sunlight, Xiaoye Zuowenzi closed his eyes again, and opened them after the relief.

The moment Xiaoye Zuowenzi opened his eyes, he saw the God Judge against the light.

The light blurred Song Si's outline a lot, and even brought some soft light. The golden sunlight hit Song Si's pure black hair, and coated Song Si's body with a thin golden halo.

Xiaoye stretched out his hand from Zuowenzi, subconsciously wanting to touch the man's kimono, but suddenly found that there was a long distance between him and the judge.

Feeling that he was in trouble, Xiao Ye Zuowen blinked his sore eyes, retracted his hand, looked at the palm of his hand, and quietly clenched his little hand like a fist, intending to take the little hand that was sneaked from the God Judge just now. The light that came over was grasped in the palm of his hand.

Song Si put the "God Judge Must Recite" in his hand into the front of his chest, turned his head to see the kid who just arrived yesterday looked at his hand, and was in a daze in a daze.

The innocent expression on the child's face made Song Si slightly startled. For many years, he had never seen such an innocent expression on other people's faces.

When was the last time you saw it?

Song Si suddenly remembered the appearance of the child who was almost forgotten in the depths of his memory.

It was a child who looked very similar to Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen. As a nobleman who could adopt a doll, he chose him who was still young, took him home, and said he would treat him well.

When he arrived at the mansion of the child's family, the child pierced his abdomen with a small knife with such a dazed look in his eyes.

"Anyway, you don't feel pain, do you?" The child's delicate voice was still in his ears, and he also looked blankly, as if he had done something indifferent.

Song Si's eyes shrank instantly, and the hand that was intended to be stretched out towards Xiao Ye's left text was retracted into the sleeve for an instant, stood up, and walked out slowly.

After getting off the ground, the sound of clogs stepping on the ground, creaking and creaking, disturbed Song Si's heart, and also disturbed Xiao Ye Zuowenzi's stunned heart.

Just now the master's hand was stretched out towards him, Xiao Ye Zuo could see the words clearly, raised his head, looked at Song Si's back, and asked softly, "Why?"

Kiri Kunihiro, who came late, heard Saya Zuofuji's whisper, and after asking, he only saw Saya Zuofuji shaking his head.

Song Si stood under the tree for a long time and looked at the huge Manyyezakura in the yard of Honmaru, then stretched out his hand to touch the thick branch, tapped the branch with his toes, and jumped onto the thick branch superior.

Song Si leaned lightly on the main branch, his neck relaxed a lot and leaned against the tree trunk, the sudden bloodthirsty just now got a temporary relief.

The sound of leaves being blown by the wind rustled, the sound of green grass being stepped on was a bit hard, and the sound of the grass being stepped on sounded in Song Si's ears, and the white sheets fluttered in the wind.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Yamabuki Kunihiro raised his head and looked at the person on the tree. When Song Si's eyes fell on him, Yamabuki Kunihiro habitually pulled the sheet: "Xiao Ye left words to ask you Would you like to have lunch with us?"

Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro was sitting in the restaurant, Xiaoye Zuofuji and him looked at the main seat at the same time, it was empty, and he was inexplicably disappointed, so he found Xiaoye's excuse to find Song Si.

"I don't need to eat." Song Si stretched out his hand, scooped off a leaf, put it in his mouth, and held it gently.

Kunihiro Yamabuki pursed his lips, and after a long time of consideration, he opened his mouth: "Today I went to Wanwu to buy a bento for dinner, and I also bought your favorite Daifuku for dessert after the meal."

Song Si sat up from the branch: "What do I like to eat, how do you know?"

Yamabuki Kunihiro suddenly realized that he had slipped his words. Seeing the questioning face of the person in front of him, his brain couldn't think for a moment, and he quickly sold Foxnosuke who told him some of Song Si's preferences.

Holding the little pan that was bribed from Yamabukiri, Foxanosuke, who has just planted the hair on his tail, is putting his tail on his neck, basking in the sun with peace of mind.

Foxnosuke, who suddenly jumped into the air, was a little confused. He raised his head to look at the examiner who was smiling slightly at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

That's it!

That's how it was last time!His own tail is so bald! !

There is absolutely nothing good when the judge laughs softly! ! !

Foxnosuke held his tail in his arms with his small paws, and looked at the God-inspector's more and more gentle smile with horrified eyes.

Five minutes later, Song Si casually threw Foxnosuke to the ground, Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro looked at the miserable Foxnosuke, and shook his body: "Daifuku has been frozen."

Looking at Song Si who was led away by Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro, Honosuke touched the bald spot on his head and bald tail, and let out a howl, two lines of tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

Seeing Song Si who was holding Daifuku in both hands and nibbling bit by bit, the bulging cheeks gave Yamabuki Kunihiro an unexpected sense of freshness.

Xiao Ye left the text, looked at Song Si, and then at the big blessing in his hand, took a bite and stuffed his mouth full, as if he was very interested in imitating Song Si.

One big and one small puffed up their cheeks like hamsters, and Yamabuki Kunihiro smiled softly under the cover of the sheet.

When Yamabuki Kunigiro was about to pack the tableware, Song Si quietly took a piece of Daifuku. Yamabuchi noticed Song Si's movement and didn't say a word, but after Song Si went out, he looked at the plate that was missing a piece of Daifuku , pulled the quilt.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

Once inside the house, Foxnosuke didn't know where he went, Song Si raised his eyebrows, the fox was hiding very quickly.

Biting Dafu and drinking some slightly bitter tea, the days of reading travel notes were much more comfortable, but Song Si felt that his bones were about to loosen these days, so he hammered his shoulders and Song Si stood up.

"I remember that there is a killing system here." Song Si stretched out his hand, took out the knife in his sleeve and wiped it lightly. This knife, which was used to drinking blood, suddenly lost the moisture of blood. Song Si His knife could be heard complaining about his displeasure.

Yamabuchi saw the crumbs of Daifuku on the table, and responded, "Yes."

"Then let's go, let me try this system too."

Song Si stood up, slapped the remaining pieces of Daifuku on the kimono to the ground, put the knife back into his sleeve, and loosened the bones that he hadn't used much in the past few days.

"Current politics don't allow..." Seeing that person's cold eyes, Yamabuki Kunihiro suddenly stopped what he was about to say.

Unable to refuse, or even unable to refuse the order of the person in front of him, this is the highest feeling Yamabashi Kirihiro has these days. As long as that person gives an order, even if it is a political requirement, those disallowances engraved in his bones have become nothingness.

"Okay, I understand." Yamabuchi Kunihiro bent slightly, pulled the sheet and nodded: "But please wait for me for a quarter of an hour. I will change clothes and go with you."

Song Si frowned, this kind of place still needs to ask for rules everywhere, even with the environment without any pollution and everything he can control, it still made him feel oppressed like never before.

Because behind his ability to dominate everything, someone is using these to dominate him.

Going to the front yard, Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen and Yamabuki Kiri Kunihiro had already put on the uniforms they met for the first time. The two seemed to be full of energy, and they nodded slightly at Song Si when they saw Song Si.

According to the staff rules, Song Si clicked on the time wheel. There is only one place and time that can be set on the map, Hakodate, June 2, Meiji 6.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Song Si tasted a very common smell of blood. Although it can't be done in the dark, it's better than nothing. Song Si has always adapted to this principle very well.

When Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen clearly sensed the enemy's direction, Song Si put it to his mouth and tapped it lightly, Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen obediently covered his small mouth tightly.

At that moment, Saya Zuomono and Yamabuki Kunihiro saw the gorgeous theater of a killing.

Song Si tapped his toes lightly, without even making any sound, the sharp blade cut through the throats of those people, and very quickly, there was even an air of aristocratic elegance in his movements.

There is a sense of dignity in killing people, and the two things that were originally contrary to harmony are perfectly integrated in Song Si's body. There is even an illusion that this kind of person should hold a sword in his hand and look down on him.

The few retrograde troops who came to destroy history quickly disappeared in midair, turning into a feast of ashes after death.

Without the nourishment of blood, Song Si was a little dissatisfied with these defective products accidentally created by Shizheng. He put the knife in his sleeve and looked back at his two swords.

"You... what kind of eyes are those?"

The two swords became a little surprised. Waiting for the surprise to pass is a kind of glory and admiration. Such an excellent person is his future master. This is something for the sword to be proud of.

The hot eyes of the two swords made Song Si feel a little uncomfortable, and even felt a little goosebumps.

Yamabuki Kunihiro shook his head, and held back slightly towards Song Si, he pulled his own sheet, and put his body in front of Song Si with some embarrassment.

Seeing the body that he recognized at the first glance was placed in front of him, Song Si was a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"If it's possible." Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro raised his body high above his head as if he had cooked a meal that day: "Please use my body in the future."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the little bandit also raised his short knife. Although he didn't say anything, the sparkle in his eyes was the same as that of Yamabuki Kunihiro.

Song Siben had a good impression of Yamabashi Kirihiro's body, so he took it over and waved it casually.

Seeing his blade being wielded by his recognized and powerful master, Yamabuchi trembled in his heart, the corner of his mouth inadvertently hooked, and then he pulled his quilt to cover his blushing cheeks .

Song Si is actually not very good at using the sword. Although he has to admit that the power of the sword is greater than that of the short sword in combat, he still loses some flexibility.

After shaking the two swords in his hands, Song Si returned the two swords to their respective hands, and then pursed his lips: "Go back, time has not been distorted in this space for the time being, and it would be boring to stay here any longer. gone."

The two swords behind him looked at their own hands