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

Song Si reined in the horse rope in front of him, and looked at the two people behind him with unkind eyes.

"Go away."

Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada didn't say a word, they stubbornly followed behind Song Si and his party, even if the horse speeded up, the two people's footsteps also accelerated, and there was no feeling that they were seriously injured.

It is the hottest time in the middle of the day, which coincides with the summer of this era, and the result of the accelerated pace is sweating and panting.

Xiao Ye Zuowen sat behind Song Si, turned to look at the two people, pursed her lips, and pulled Song Si's sleeve.

"thirsty."

Song Si stared at Xiaoye Zuo's text for half a day, the child had pity and sympathy in his eyes, Song Si finally said: "Stay where you are for a while."

Sitting under the tree, the shady area made Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada feel a lot more relaxed, thirsty and uncomfortable, but they dared not go forward to ask for a drop of water.

The water bag in front of him made Izumi Mori Kanesada look up, he was about to say thank you, but saw the judge standing in front of him, he pursed his lips, and just about to take it, he heard Song Si's words.

"What is your purpose of following us?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at Horikawa Kunihiro at the side, he lowered his head and looked a little uncomfortable, just leaning against the tree for this short time, he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep lightly.

"Repay the favor." Although he didn't like the existence of the god judge, he had to say that the god judge did extend a helping hand. He always had a clear sense of grievances, and he couldn't beat all these god judges to death with a single stick.

"California Qingguang, go get another bag of food." Song Si threw the two bags into the hands of Izumi Mori Kanesada: "I don't need your so-called repayment, this is the most useless thing for me, eat and drink Just go away."

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at the things in his arms and Song Si's leaving back, pursed his dry lips, and pushed Horikawa Kunihiro who was leaning on the tree next to him, closed his eyes and rested.

The child rubbed his eyes, looked around in a daze, and felt relieved when he saw Izumi Mori Kanesada's face.

"Let's eat something." Izumi Mori Kanesada put all the food in Horikawa Kunihiro's hands, including the water bag.

"Have you eaten?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada was taken aback for a moment, then patted his empty stomach, with a chic tone, as if he had eaten too much, and said with a haha ​​smile: "I'm already full, eat quickly .”

Horikawa Kunihiro has always focused on Izumi Mamoru Kanesada's words, without the slightest suspicion, he gnawed on the dry steamed buns and dried meat strips, stuffing his mouth full.

They haven't eaten for too long, even if they don't eat with swords, they won't die, but after they become human, they will still feel uncomfortable after having an organ like a stomach.

The scent entered Izumi Mori Kanesada's nose, and the smell of the scent made him swallow his saliva, and finally he closed his eyes without doing anything, thinking that he was blind.

You won't be hungry if you can't see it, Izumi Mori Kanesada told himself this, but the smell got into his nose, which made Izumi Mori Kanesada's calm expression collapse.

Opening his eyes bitterly, Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at the people in front of him, trying to divert his attention.

Song Si distributed the food and water sources without leaving any for himself. The little bandit looked at the food in his hand, pursed his lips, and held the food in front of Song Si: "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Xiaoye Zuowen’s hand was dry dry food, Song Si was a little disgusted, this thing did not conform to his aesthetics, including the taste, he just satisfied his taste buds, he didn’t need to eat, he pushed it back, turned his head to touch it The tassels on the foal's head.

Izumi Mamoru Kanesada stared at the person whose back was facing them. It didn't feel good to be hungry. He touched his stomach, and he felt a kind of admiration for Song Si from the bottom of his heart.

In other words, they don't have enough food, and they can take out a bag to give to them who don't know each other.

This man is so kind.

Song Si patted a basket of food and drink and a large bag of gold leaves on the horse's back, and tilted his head.

When we go to the next town, we have to replenish some things.

Turning on the horse, Song Si looked at the two people who quickly stood up and followed their horses, and the fast horse of the Hasebe beside them approached Song Si and whispered: "Do you want me to drive them away."

Turning his head to look at the two, Izumi Mori Kanesada's pace was a bit disordered, and he couldn't even catch his breath. Where were California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Mori Andada in front of him persuading them to leave, but they were rejected again.

Song Si shook his head.

"Forget it, let them go."

Follow it, follow it, just two poor people who don't even have a home, and they can't make any big waves.

Because the two swords escaped, they did not have a monitoring chip on them.

Song Si is not a person who squanders a lot of food at will. He needs to observe at a close distance. That bag of water and dry food has a reason to go forward.

After all, the sword coming out of Diablo Honmaru must be very vigilant. It must be inappropriate to use the behavior of Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki against Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada.

In the noisy street market at night, several people are leading horses, and their strange clothes look out of place on this ancient street.

Song Si quickly locked his eyes on a homestay, the place was hidden, few people passed by, most of them were men who didn't come home at night to buy drunk, well concealed.

"How's the situation here? How many swords are there from the retrospective army and the political affairs?"

The short sword's night ability is at its best at this moment, Yaken Toshiro and Wuhu retreat become the eyes of the night team, and they accurately determine the number of the enemy.

"Not many, almost no one has ever stayed in that homestay, please rest assured."

"Let's stay there then."

It was a big family's yard, and Song Si was so proud that he took over all of them. What made Song Si happy about this yard was the tree at the door, just like the Wanyezakura in Honmaru.

The tall and big tree trunks support the shade of the whole yard in the air.

The night was cold, Song Si was wearing a coat and sitting on the tree trunk, looking into the distance, the moon that was about to be full drew a beautiful incomplete circle in the sky.

Even if it's not perfect, it's heartwarming.

"How long are you going to stand there?"

Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada, who were dozing off at the door, woke up suddenly. They raised their heads and looked at Song Si who was looking down on the tree trunk.

The moonlight cast a thin film on that person's body, coupled with Song Si's exquisite face, in the eyes of Horikawa Kunihiro, it was like a painting.

Except for his voice and cold expression, this person seemed to have been carefully designed with instruments.

"Did it disturb your rest?"

Horikawa Kunihiro asked cautiously, shrinking his head, not as warm as in the sword book at all, like a little hamster that would be trampled to death under the feet of people.

Song Si shook his head, dangling his feet in the air, stood on the tree trunk, flew down from the branch, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked slowly towards Horikawa Kunihiro.

Horikawa Kunihiro stood on the ground as if he was frightened, and when Song Si raised his hand, he subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the slap, but felt a small hand on his head superior.

The warmth in his palm made Horikawa Kunihiro suddenly open his eyes. He stared at Izumi Mori Kanesada who had pulled out his sword in a protective posture, and saw the same shock in the opponent's eyes.

"You're not out of your mind."

Song Si said this seriously, as if he had long concluded that the sword in front of him had already damaged his brain.

"If you follow me just to repay your kindness, then go quickly."

Song Si turned his head and left, but heard Izumi Mori Kanesada's voice behind him: "But..."

Before he finished speaking, the knife was inserted in front of Izumi Mori Kanesada.

Xiaodao's speed was too fast, and Izumi Mori Kanesada didn't even see the trajectory of Xiaodao. The person in front of him didn't need protection at all, so he told them clearly in another way.

He is an existence that does not need to be protected at all, so their thoughts of repaying gratitude are useless.

Izumi Mori Kanesada and Horikawa Kunihiro looked at each other, they looked at Song Si's leaving back, and they were powerless to stop it.

Horikawa Kunihiro's throat was dry, as if he had swallowed a peach core, unable to get up or down, looked at Izumi Mori Kanesada beside him, and habitually sought help from someone he believed in: "I don't want to leave."

Even the swords and swords here didn't like him very much, including the god judge didn't like them very much.

But in the days following them, seeing this group of energetic swordsmen is a different kind of comfort in my heart.

"Me too." Izumi Mori Kanesada sighed softly, agreed, and stared at the room where the man was, until his eyes were dry, then turned to look at Horikawa Kunihiro.

The child touched his head, and a dazed expression appeared on his face.

"What if it's not just for gratitude?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada went to the side of the tree, patted the ground beside him, Horikawa Kunihiro trotted over, and sat down next to Izumi Mori Kanesada.

Izumi Mori Kanesada's haori covered the two of them, and the warm breath surrounded them, they were used to the feeling of sleeping in the open air.

They were once ordered not to sleep in the house. According to the meaning of the original judge of Honmaru, it is said that they should not sleep in human houses because they are cold swords.

They leaned against each other to resist the cold of the night.

"Hey, you two, the master told you to sleep in the side room." Jia Qingguang held a thick quilt in his hand and shouted at the two sitting under the tree.

The two people who were driven to the side room by California Qingguang looked at California Qingguang who helped make the bed, and they still didn't react.

While tidying up the house, California Qingguang thought about it: "You guys are really lucky to meet my master, my master is the best master in the world", California Qingguang said, after thinking about it, he added : "Of course, he likes the cutest sword in the world like me the most."

"You're still as narcissistic as before." Izumimori Kanesada scratched the back of his head, and the slapstick blurted out made California Kiyomitsu and Izumimori Kanesada stunned.

California Kiyomitsu raised a big smiling face, stepped forward and patted Izumi Mori Kanesada on the shoulder: "This is like Izumi Mori Kanesada in the Shinsengumi." California Kiyomitsu gestured a few times in the air with his hands: "You are the sword of the deputy commander of the ghost, cheer up!"

Before going out, California Qingguang seemed to think of something, and his eyes rolled: "Remember, the master of my family eats soft and not hard."

The bed in front of him was very comfortable, thick to the touch, Horikawa Kunihiro took a look at Izumi Mori Kanesada, and under the eyes of tacit approval, he threw himself on the big soft bed.

"It's been rested over there."

"Understood, you should also take a good rest, the whole day of driving today is also hard."

California Qingguang pursed his lips, he wanted to speak but stopped for a while, he ran to Song Si's side, just like when he was in Honmaru, pressing Song Si's meridians with just the right force.

"Aren't you tired?"

"got used to."

"That's not a good habit."

Sanri Yuezong, who was nibbling on some refreshments, took up the conversation. Seeing Song Si staring at the bowl of purple potato fries, he put the small bowl into Song Si's hand with crooked eyebrows. Seeing the man's satisfied smile, he burst out laughing. He shook his head.

Song Si bit the purple potato fries, grinding his pure white teeth on the purple potato fries.

"Crackling—"

Looking at the small white teeth hanging on the purple potato fries, the corners of Sanriyue Zongjin and California Qingguang's mouths twitched, and then they heard a scream: "Master, you have changed your teeth!"

Song Si stared closely at the teeth sticking to the purple potato fries, and touched the empty gums, feeling that there was a breeze when he opened his mouth, which was very sour.

Hearing the yelling of California Qingguang, Song Si hurriedly covered California Qingguang's mouth, shaking his hand around his mouth.

After California Qingguang calmed down, Song Si let go of his hand, just like a child, holding his teeth in a novel to study the shape.

As Song Si grows up slowly, his body must also start to keep up, and the stage of tooth replacement has finally come.

"If you start to change your teeth, you should not be able to eat sweets anymore."

On the third day, Yue Zongjin took back the small bowl of purple potato fries from Song Si's arms with a smile, turned his head and saw the man's eyes that were so cold as to kill, they remained motionless.

Song Si stared at Sanri Yuezong, who was nearly half paid, and said in a cold, commanding tone, "Give it back to me."

Sanriyue chuckled, straightened her hunting clothes, stood up, turned around and left the spot, leaving Song Si alone, feeling a little sore from the air leak.

The knife slashed Mikazuki Zongjin's hunting clothes and flew outside the house, but it didn't stop the figure of Sankazuki Zongjin from leaving, but sped up the figure of Mikazuki Zongjin's departure.

Qingguang Qingguang hugged his belly at the side, rubbing his face hard, he endured a little pain with a smile, but when he saw Song Si's cold eyes that were about to kill someone, he hurriedly sat there with his chest straight, but his shoulders trembling slightly exposed his heart.

"Get out of here."

Because of the lack of front teeth, Song Si's speech leaked out, like a baby still babbling.

California Qingguang got up, said wishing you a sweet dream, then hurriedly closed the door, then went to his own room, buried his head in Yamato Shou'an's neck, and laughed loudly.

The night was quiet, only the insects that hadn't fallen asleep screamed there, but Izumi Mori Kanesada slowly opened his eyes, looked at Horikawa Kunihiro who had fallen asleep beside him, sat up, and held the main body in front of his eyes.

On the wound that has been completely repaired, Izumi Mori Kanesada's fingertips slid across the cold body, reached the scabbard, and waved it randomly in the air, leaving a sharp blade on the front cabinet. .

It's time to make a decision.

Song Si was woken up by the chirping of birds outside. These guys have a special enthusiasm for summer mornings, but this enthusiasm is very noisy in Song Si's eyes.

Pushing open the door, after washing, he saw Ushiwakamaru standing in front of him holding a wooden knife.

Sitting on the tree trunk, Song Si looked at Ushiwakamaru whose swordsmanship was still full of loopholes, and raised his eyebrows. The use and foundation of these samurai's swords were still given by those old scholars, which was really boring.

Song Si yawned, but saw Horikawa Kunihiro and Izumi Mori Kanesada who walked under the tree and stared at him.

The two of them knelt down on one knee at that moment, as if they had found a new goal and direction, and they lowered their stubborn heads towards Song Si.

The main body was lifted up by two people, and Song Si understood that they were offering their sincerity.

"Token and Izumi Mori Kanesada carry the sword Horikawa Kunihiro, and will serve you from now on, not for repayment, but for..." Izumi Mori Kanesada took a deep breath: "Just for a peaceful life."

"Please say you agree." Horikawa Kunikoyo shouted loudly.

That's an extremely selfish reason.

Song Si jumped down from the tree, staring closely at the two swords in front of him, waited until the two were sweating nervously, then took the sword from their hands, cut his hand with the knife, blood Infiltrated into the roots of the two bodies.

This is another bond that represents approval.

Horikawa Kunihiro looked at Song Si, and reminded softly: "You haven't said you agree."

Song Si: "......." Can I not speak?

The author has something to say:

Horikawa Kunihiro: "Why don't you speak?"

Song Si: "..." Killing me can't let them know that I can't speak at all now, and if I speak, he will be meowing!

Pushing a small trolley to ask for comments, these two days are rough chapters, let's discuss it, it's time to [rub paws] to stop....