save the judge

Jingujiquan was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he rushed up to the rooftop, only to see a figure of a young man jumping off the stairs—no, he didn't jump off the stairs, but jumped onto an airship that happened to pass by here!

Jingujiquan looked at the airship moving over his head like a cloud covering the sky, and carried the boy away according to the established track. He didn't take a second look, but quickly turned his attention to the person on the ground.

"Ten bundles?!"

Jingu Jiquan swallowed the bloody smell that came out of his throat due to the violent activity, and struggled to help the person up to lean on him.

The bright red blood on the light-colored windbreaker gushed out like a spring, and immediately dyed his chest and abdomen red. The young man with flaxen hair seemed a little confused and didn't understand what happened just now. Hindsight perceives something.

"Ah...that's terrible." Ten bundles of tatara's fingers moved slightly, as if wanting to touch his own wound, but only touched a large piece of wet liquid at the corner of his clothes.

Then he turned his eyes, saw who was hugging him clearly, and even smiled: "It's Lord Jinguji~ what a coincidence."

"Hey, it's not the time to say such things!" Jingujiquan almost laughed at this unnerved popularity, frowning and looking at his injuries, "You are going to die."

Hearing what he said, Shi Shu giggled, with a nonchalant expression on his brows and eyes: "It's okay, it's okay, there's always... there will be a way..."

"There is a trick!" His attitude made Jingongjiquan very uncomfortable. Does he have no desire to survive?Does he not want to live? !

The communicator rang at the right time, Jingongjiquan ignored it, took off his coat in twos and twos, and blocked ten bunches of wounds that were still bleeding, and the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.

It's not that he hasn't met someone who is about to die, but he is definitely the first one to show such indifference when he is about to die. It is simply a kind of mockery of Jinguji.

"...Yes, phone... oh..." Ten bundles of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, letting Jinguji sweat profusely to press the wound on him, and reminded him with his eyes bent.

"Shut up!" Jinguji yelled at him angrily, and took out the communicator twice with bloody hands, and Kusanagi's name was displayed on the screen.

His hands suddenly became stiff.

Shi Shu also saw the name, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"Kusanagi...Brother...Ah..." Warm blood choked into the air duct, Shiji murmured, a thin layer of water appeared in his gentle brown eyes, "...and, King... ...I'm really...sorry...cough cough cough..."

Jinguji looked at him strangely, and the restlessness in his heart gradually calmed down.

Sure enough, how could someone really not care about death? How could someone have no obsession with living? Therefore, wanting to live is obviously everyone's wish...

"Anyway, it's time..." Ten beams gasped for breath, then heard the young man hugging him murmur a word, he tried to open his eyes, facing those eyes that were deeper than the night.

"So, it's really not my forte to prepare birthday presents or something." Jingujiquan gently patted ten beams on the head, and touched his hair by the way, the blood on his hands was stained. Satisfied, he smiled at Ten Beams, "Then I'll trouble you to make one of my props."

The communicator went dark, and then rang again after a while.

Jingu Jiquan didn't check the caller ID, and picked it up directly.

"Where are you?" The voice on the other end was low and hoarse, like the laziness growl of a sleepy beast.

"The roof of the building." Jingujiquan looked up at the magnificent night, "Shh... don't talk, the night is really beautiful today."

Zhou Fangzun frowned, and became sober for a rare moment. His instinct of a beast made him feel that something was wrong. He threw away the cigarette in his hand, and rushed towards the entrance of the building ahead.

"You owe me that drink."

Jingongjiquan's voice was brisk: "Say happy birthday to Anna and me, goodbye, Zhou Fangzun."

He hung up the phone, the power as vast as the ocean poured out of him, the unconstrained energy continued to expand and extend, Ten Beams blinked in surprise, the dried blood on the eyelashes made his eyelids a little heavy.

Ten-beam Tara is the weakest cadre in the red group, and his ability is so weak that he can't even attack, so he often encounters attacks against him, but even so, he can also feel the power surging around him. How terrifying, it actually gave him a sense of oppression very similar to that of King.

The hands of the clock began to move, swayed in place, and then retreated frame by frame, the stars retreated, the wind stopped, the fallen leaves returned to the branches, the scattered clouds gathered again, the opened door closed again, ten bundles The scene in front of him was shaking and scattered, he blinked and found himself standing at the door of the rooftop with the old camera in his hand.

The door was slightly closed, and through the rusty iron door, he could hear the looming humming, the crazy, joyful and out-of-tune singing voice plucked the silk string in his mind, the blank white mist suddenly dissipated, the singing voice It was like a sharp arrow piercing into his heart.

This is!

He opened his eyes wide, and it was exactly the same scene as before...!

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that he couldn't move. The time and space seemed to be frozen. He paused at this moment, maintaining the posture of pushing the door with one hand.

A warm body pressed against his back, it was a gentle hug full of comfort, and it was easy to touch.

"Just treat it as a nightmare, goodbye, Mr. Shishu."

The light above the head froze, and the person behind him turned around. Only then did Ten Beams see the person's face clearly. His face was abnormally white, with no blood at all, as if it would shatter if he touched it. He was wrapped in a dark blue uniform. Xia's body was a little hunched, as if he was enduring some great pain, he nodded to Shi Shu, and then calmly pushed open the door instead of Shi Shu.

Wait...don't go there!

Ten beams desperately wanted to make a sound from his throat, or move his fingers, no matter what, as long as he could hold him...

if only--

Seems to see ten bundles of crazy resistance, he turned his head, with a peaceful posture, raised a finger to his lips, smiled strangely, and there was a ghostly and alluring streamer in his eyes: "Don't resist, Tatara, this is just It's just a new beginning."

This was the first time that Jinguji called someone by his name so intimately. His tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, but also almost ambiguously sweet. This strange and harmonious contrast made Shishu Tara startled.

Then that tall and straight figure walked up to the rooftop without any hesitation.

The silver-haired boy was leaning against the railing and was humming. Jingujiquan tilted his head and looked at the back of the boy who shot ten bunches just now: "I don't understand your purpose."

The young man's voice paused, and then he turned his head abruptly. The moment he saw Jingujiquan, he seemed a little puzzled, but this doubt quickly disappeared, and turned into a distorted smile again: "My purpose? Hahahahaha... My purpose is to announce the existence of the Colorless King!"

The overlapping voices were wrapped together, male and female voices intertwined and overlapped: "It's you?!... It doesn't matter if it's not ten bundles of Tatara, you look good too, killing you can also provoke Qing Wang and Chi Wang— —”

This is the first time Jingujiquan has the experience of being penetrated by a bullet, which can be regarded as enriching his life experience?

When the body touched the cold ground, the two periods of time overlapped, and the time that was briefly paused began to flow again, and even the supernatural powers in his body also began to flow and disappear.

The iron gate of the rooftop was kicked open violently, and the surging flames lit up the entire rooftop. The Colorless King was almost stunned. He had clearly checked, and it was unlikely that the Scarlet King would appear here——

But he didn't have the energy to think about it anymore. The Scarlet King's attack was fierce. His ability was not in attack at all, and he had no ability to resist at all, so he could only run away.

run away...

The airship belonging to the Silver King above his head just moved to the top of his head according to the schedule. His original plan was to kill ten bundles and seize the body of the Silver King, then provoke the Red King to go berserk, and just put the blame on the Silver King... ...but why is the Red King here!

He turned around and was about to jump off the building to escape, but a violent wall of fire blocked him.

****

The fusangshen in the bar all stopped their movements at the same moment.

Startled by their sudden silence, Kusanagi pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray: "What's wrong?"

"The main hall..."

Ghostly whispers set up a silent wave, then subsided.

Anna in front of the bar held a glass bead in her hand, looked through the glass bead with her big clear eyes, and said softly: "It has changed...the future..."

Kusanagi's attention immediately shifted to Anna. They all knew that Anna had a certain predictive ability, so they frowned: "Anna? What did you see?"

The silver-haired and red-eyed girl looked at him, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes: "Izumo, I can't see the spring anymore."

The Fusangshen stood up one after another, as if the skin wrapped on the surface fell off, and the sharp chill hidden underneath surged out, which gave Kusanagi a feeling that there were many swords in his bar, and made his scalp tingle for a moment. Numb, muscles tensed uncontrollably.

Swords...

Kusanagi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He remembered why their names were so strange.

Aren't those all famous sword names in history? !

"Da." The crisp sound of a wine glass hitting the table called back everyone's attention. It was unknown who moved first, and the Fusangshen rushed out at a speed that was absolutely unattainable for ordinary people. In the bar, Kusanagi stared dumbfounded at the empty bar within ten seconds, a heavy sense of tension weighed on his heart.

"Jingongjiquan..." he repeated in a low voice.

Anna met his gaze, and pointed her fingers firmly in one direction: "Zunya is there, Izumo..."

Kusanagi lit a cigarette, put down his rolled up sleeves, and the sharp look of a Barbara military commander appeared in his eyes behind the lens: "Is it the Hirazaka Building... This provocation is really—"

"Hopefully he's made up his mind."