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

The moment the two looked at each other, Director Okita suddenly smiled and waved at Song Si: "You look really good today."

Song Si said you too, and the two of them were speechless.

"Come back alive."

"Ah, you too."

When a brilliant firework made of aura appeared in the sky, Song Si understood that it was a signal that they could go to Shizheng.

The talisman paper sent by the inside line burned faintly in the air, and finally turned into a gorgeous firework. Song Si looked at the three people beside him and took a deep breath.

Success or failure, just this one time.

Yaken Toshiro knocked on Song Si's door, it was already time to drink medicine, but he didn't hear any sound after waiting for half the salary, Yaken Toshiro had a bad premonition, and when he pushed the door open, he I saw that it was empty inside, only a piece of letter paper was left on the table.

After taking it, there was only one sentence on the paper above.

After two days, if we don't come back, you can leave here with the remaining swords and find a safe place.

Under the table are all the remaining small judgments of Song Si. This is all of Song Si's savings. Everything makes Yaken Fujishiro a little uneasy. He understands that if Song Si said such things, then they may be going now. A dead end.

Yaoken Fujishiro put down the bowl, took the letter into his hand and looked at it carefully. He understood that Song Si just wrote the letter and put it on the table, but he didn't want other swords to know.

He didn't want to know about it either, he would rather be an unknown person than a person who knew everything.

Song Si pursed his lips slightly at the mechanical place in front of him, and looked at the room on the side. It was obvious that there had been a large number of damages here, and it seemed that the people here had already made a fuss.

Song Si looked at the destroyed gate, and showed a big smile at the surveillance camera on the side, and made an eggplant gesture, like a kid who came to make trouble.

When stepping into the gate, the corners of Song Si's mouth were slightly pursed into a line, and then he looked to the side holding a large number of **** swords in his hand.

"Use all the places you think are important, and let's blow up a firework in this broken current affairs."

Most of Shizheng's combat power comes from swordsmen. Everywhere they go, they are armed with swordsmen. Everyone holds a sword in their hands. When they see outsiders, they slash and kill without hesitation.

When the blood splashed on his face, Song Si seemed to have returned to the time when he was a killer. He gently licked the blood on the knife, his bloodthirsty appearance made the sword at the side take a step back at the same time.

Crazy, this is a madman!

A sword shouted over there, Song Si took out a small knife from his sleeve, and just inserted it into the chest of the blond long-haired male knife before the knife reacted.

The Current Affairs Council will restore them, all it needs is a piece of humble talisman paper.

So Song Si never needed to show mercy.

Shizheng was developed by the nobles, because their experiment failed and they accidentally developed the retrograde army, so they had to make a bad move to develop Shizheng. It required a lot of money to develop so many things.

So there must be a lot of reorganization needed for the dolls here.

but where?

Song Si opened the doors one after another, and there were all staff members inside. Song Si looked at the current affairs personnel one by one who looked at the trembling blood-stained knife in his hand. He grabbed a man's white coat, and his eyes were fierce. The man shook his shoulders and asked, "You...what do you want?"

"Where are the human organs of the puppet?" Song Si slashed down the man's cheek with the cold knife.

That kind of touch is not flattering, like a cold snake wrapped around the neck, ready to bite the person's life anytime and anywhere.

"It's in the red room ahead."

Red room?

Song Si tilted his head and thought for a while, he seemed to have accidentally passed the big red house three or four times just now, to be honest, the corner of Song Si's mouth twitched slightly for the kind of house that looked like a little princess.

Pushing open the door inside, Song Si seemed to have entered the world of dolls. The lights inside were scary and strange, just like visiting a haunted house. Most of the doll's organs were placed in special water, and Song Si would protect them. The shell was broken, and the organs inside were taken into his hands.

That is a heart.

The heart that was alive and still beating beat a little more violently when Song Si took it into his hand, as if he was moved by Song Si.

Put all the organs into extremely small bottles, and then Song Si put them in the suitcase that he had prepared when he arrived.

Looking at the liquid that was as transparent as water, Song Si poured the liquid from one of the bottles into his hand. From the water, Song Si felt a burst of vitality, the vitality of the puppet.

Song Si took a bath with the liquid that the doll belonged to, and then saw that the wounds on his body began to fully recover, and even the damaged heart and lungs inside were greatly repaired.

These liquids did not leave traces on the clothes, and all of them were integrated into his body by Song Si without a drop being wasted.

The itching that had been lingering in his throat disappeared, Song Si let out a deep breath, and before he could react, he heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

It was a familiar sword, and the bond influence from Song Si still remained on it.

"Master?" Mutsu Mori looked sideways at Song Si, and then heard where the sword behind him was and asked if there was anything strange inside. Mutsu Mori shook his head, and he said, "Everything is normal here."

When the rest of the swords left, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki came in from the door. When he saw Song Si, he raised a bright and sunny smile, and he stretched out his hand in front of Song Si.

"Look, I said that I can help you when the time comes, have I done it now?"

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki couldn't help but wanted to claim credit in front of Song Si, but when he heard the sound of the sword turning back, he subconsciously stood in front of Song Si.

This protective gesture made Song Si raise his eyes to the sword in front of him, already in contact with the contract, as for doing this?

Mutsu Moriyoshi raised his gun, stared at the door closely, and then heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Tsukka Munekin's appearance.

"Are you ready?"

Sanri Yue Zongjin replied with a light smile, "Every corner of the political affairs has been put away."

"Have you found the contract?"

Song Si took out a thick folder from his chest and put it in front of Song Si's eyes, the contract with his name written on it was impressively in front of him.

"Killed someone?" Song Si looked at Sanriyue in front of him, and it's completely fine to be in the sword here, unless: "You're still exposed after all."

"Because I smell like you." Mikami Tsukimune said something ambiguous, and the corner of Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's mouth couldn't help twitching when he heard it.

Just as he put his hand on the doorknob of the red room, Song Si saw the person in front of him, who was the person who signed him at that time, and he frowned when he looked at Song Si.

"Why isn't one enough, yet another one comes, is it endless?"

Before the visitor finished speaking, he heard the sound of vigorous explosions outside, one by one resounding through the sky, and he covered his head, looking obviously tired.

"I said where did that man get his penis." The visitor muttered helplessly.

Song Si and Sanri Yuezong looked at each other closely, looking at the person they pointed out in the information at that time, the corners of their mouths slightly raised, and they both saw the smile in each other's eyes.

"Speaking of which, don't you want to know what your weakness is?"

Song Si subconsciously thought that Yaki Hasebe and Yamabuki Kunihiro had been arrested, but saw that the two men came to Song Si's side after completing their mission.

He looked the two men up and down, and saw that they were both unharmed.

"No, I'm too lazy to know."

Song Si's answer made the visitor a little speechless. The man looked at the person in front of him, frowned, and clapped his hands: "Bring that person up."

It was a familiar face, a woman who often appeared in Song Si's dreams, she had the same smile on her face, but the evil charm made Song Si feel warm.

"master?"

Song Si softly called a woman, so cautiously, the surprise of regaining what was lost occupied Song Si's heart and lungs, and a lot of sweat broke out in the palms of the man.

The woman raised her head, pursed her lips and said, "Long time no see, Xiao Song." Then the woman stretched out her hand and looked at Song Si with a faint complaint: "This group of people held my hand for a while It's too painful."

The familiar complaint made Song Si's eyes slightly puzzled, and when the woman saw his gaze, a trace of luck flashed in her eyes.

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?" Song Si stared into the woman's eyes. Under the indifferent eyes, the woman shook her body, her neck shrank subconsciously, and she quickly regained her composure.

"You brat, what do you want to say, you untie this thing for my old lady first, and I will talk to you about what you kid have been doing during this time!"

Song Si stared at the familiar face and said, "What do you want?"

"Give me your contract, and I will let you go back to Honmaru and cancel the prohibition in your body, and we will live in peace."

"You let her go first, and I'll give you the contract."

Sanri Yue Zongjin frowned and wanted to stop Song Si's actions, but when he held Song Si's hand, he felt a slight scratch on the palm of his hand. The feather-like touch made Sanri Yuezong stop abruptly, and then his face The look on his face became even more anxious, as if he was afraid that Song Sizhen would hand over the contracts of all the personnel.

The man looked at the behavior of the two of them and doubted him. He waved his hand, then let the woman go, and pushed the woman's back. Unsurprisingly, he got a woman's glaring and cursing.

When the woman came to Song Si's side, he stretched out his hand to pick up the woman's chin, and almost cut his finger with the knife that the woman subconsciously pulled out.

Even this little action is exactly the same...

Song Si laughed suddenly, but the irony of the laugh was loud, and before the woman could react, a small knife pierced the woman's chest viciously.

When the heart was pierced, the sprayed blood stained the only white bamboo on Song Si's black clothes.

"It's such a pity, it's really similar." Song Si said, sighing uncontrollably, he reached out and patted the cheek of the woman who fell on the ground: "But it's not the master after all, you use her The thing about the face really makes me sick."

The woman wanted to say something, but Song Si slit her throat. He looked at the man in front of him: "No matter how similar they are, they are either, or they are not. There is nothing to argue about."

Looking at the woman's staring eyes, the man sighed, and smiled at Song Si as if chatting about family affairs: "It's really a pity, it took us a lot of effort to cultivate a similar one, you just Such a one-shot kill."

The man seemed to be still complaining about being coquettish, but the smile on his face was broken when Song Sifei came and stabbed the knife into the wall behind him: "You who made this kind of thing should also die."

Song Si looked at the contract in his hand, took some unused gunpowder from Hasebe, and carefully daubed it on the contract, then pulled out the gun from Mutsu Mori's waist, and bang.

Sparks were flying in the air, and then Song Si put them on the ground, then took out a knife, and smiled sweetly at the man in front of him: "What you want will be gone in no time."

The information was burned out little by little, and before the last bit of flame burned out, Song Si saw the man's eyes that were about to pop out, and before everyone could react, he stepped forward.

Because of the liquid used to repair the doll, Song Si's current physical condition is unprecedentedly good.

When killing people, Song Si didn't even hesitate at all, and he didn't even shake his hands. If it wasn't for the woman's prelude, Song Si might let this group of people leave intact now, and now there is no possibility at all.

Batch after batch of swords were equipped with guns, and soon fell into a melee, but Song Si put aside the oncoming swords and rushed straight at the leader.

When the man's hand was still around his waist, Song Si's knife was already on his neck.

When the other swords reacted, the man had already raised his hands, and he asked Song Si in front of him: "Do you want to kill me with your small knife?"

Song Si said: "That will dirty my knife"

Then there was a one-sided beating, one punch and one punch hit the face straight, the punch hit the flesh, the muffled voice rang out from Song Si's hands, and soon saw a large piece of blood dripping from the man's nose blood.

"Do you know it hurts?" Song Si asked the man, "You bleed much less than me."

The man didn't say a word, just lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Song Si didn't bother to ask any more. The man seemed to know that Song Si would not let go easily, because the cruelty in the eyes of the person in front of him was shocking.

After the man passed out, Song Si withdrew his hands, looked at the man who couldn't see his original appearance at all, and raised his mouth slightly: "Okay, let's go, this group of people probably won't come back again."

Looking at the scattered swords lying on the side, Song Si asked Mutsumoru who was standing beside him who was a little at a loss: "Come with me?"

This is the first time Song Si invited a sword, if this sword stays here, I'm afraid it will be smashed to pieces.

The man in front of him seemed to have dealt with this matter without authorization, otherwise he wouldn't have come here so hastily without bringing many swords.

This deadly would-be meritorious human being is stupid enough to penetrate the face of the earth.

There were explosions behind him one after another, and most of the buildings collapsed in front of Song Si. Song Si pursed his lips and looked at the swords beside him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He felt the release of the contractual constraints from the contract. This feeling is simply great. From now on, Song Si is a free existence, including his sword, and no longer has any involvement with current affairs.

Before stepping out of the gate of Shizheng, Song Si smelled a familiar smell, which was the smell of Ankaku Honmaru, turned his head to look, and saw Horikawa Kunihiro hiding behind a tree, looking this way quietly.

When Song Si walked towards him, there was hope in Horikawa Kunihiro's eyes, and then there was a dead silence. He knew what kind of anger he was about to face, and he wanted to call out Song Si name, but finally swallowed it.

He has done unforgivable things.

But when the cold knife was put on his neck, Horikawa Kunihiro raised his head in despair, only to find that the man was not Song Si, but Mikazuki Zongjin, with eyes full of smiles that were always gentle. Killing intent.

"How dare you back then?" Mikami Tsukimune stared into Horikawa Kunihiro's eyes and repeated again: "How dare you."

A trace of hostility flashed in Mikazuki Zongjin's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. When he looked at Horikawa Kunihiro, he seemed to see a dead person.

This is the first time for Song Si to see Sanri Yue Zongjin so angry, after all, he can count the time this person is angry with one hand.

Sanri Yue Zongjin didn't use the blade directly, but used the back of the blade to draw marks on Song Si's body one by one, and blood red blood sprayed out.

"Does it hurt?" Mikami Tsukimune asked Horikawa Kunihiro.

Horikawa Kunihiro bit his lower lip, trying not to make any noise, but nodded sincerely.

"not enough."

"You don't have one-thousandth of my family's pain."

When Mikazuki Zongjin was dancing his sword, the sword in his hand waved with brilliance one after another in the air, until the sword in front of him knelt down on one knee because of excessive blood loss, and Sankai Yuezongjin retracted his hand, regaining his previous gentleness look.

Very light and light, like a touch of water, she no longer looked angry, but walked to Song Si's side and said, "The contract can be terminated."

Song Si glanced at Sanri Yue Zongjin, pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled: "As expected of my sword, the appearance of not suffering is very similar to me."

Hearing Song Si use the word 'my' to describe him, San Ri Yue Zongjin blinked and smiled slyly.

"Rescind the contract, you and I will go our separate ways." Song Si stared at the man lying at his feet, his delicate black face still carried the sincerity that he had first seen at that time, but it didn't make Song Si nauseous like it is now.

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There are still one or two chapters to say, I can’t bear to part with my little angel QAQ, why don’t you go and collect a new pit of mine