But since the other person began to confide, it meant that he longed for someone to listen to his pain. It's ruthless to say that, but it seems like a starting point. Because Liu Quan didn't want to simply purge the mustache as an ordinary march back in time, even if the mustache had fallen to the point where it seemed out of control

Because at the beginning, she secretly hoped in her heart that someone could understand why she had to change history, not shout at her as soon as she met, and hope that someone would understand that her original intention was not for herself, but for a nobler goal, and someone would sympathize with the sacrifices she made and the fate she carried

Of course, she has not forgotten what she is doing now, with her mission.

The female inquisitor nodded slightly, and suddenly changed to a more gentle look, and even said in line with the words of the mustache, "Speaking of which, Jiurou is indeed a bit of a willful person, in Tannoura, if he hadn't raided the Heike warship without principle, the outcome of that battle would have been, maybe it's not easy to say."

The amount of information revealed in her few short words was too great, and her brows were slightly sharpened.

"Nine, Lang"

He playfully repeated the title in his mouth, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

The next moment, he slammed his right arm

Knee Pill was caught off guard, he didn't expect his brother to suddenly attack, and subconsciously blurted out "no", and was about to reach out to his waist to hold the handle of his body knife.

However, in the next second, the dull sound of the sharp tip piercing through the flesh was not heard. Instead, there was the sound of metal crashing.

"When"

It was the Female Inquisitor standing in front of him, who drew her sword with an incredibly swift movement between the lightning and the fire, and stopped the blade that the mustache slashed at him in time

Knee Pill burst into a cold sweat on his back. His eyes widened, his hand had already grasped the hilt of his own body knife at his waist, but he didn't pull it out immediately, because the female inquisitor was still standing in front of him, and if he swung the knife, he would inevitably touch her first, he could only look at the brother in front of him in disbelief, with a wicked smile on his face, holding the knife in both arms, and slowly pressing down, as if he wanted to rely on his advantage as a man and his natural strength to hold the female inquisitor his knife open.

Kneemaru couldn't help but shout, "Anijia, you, why are you?"

Mustache cut didn't look at him. However, hearing that he seemed to want to speak on the side of the Female Divine Judge, Mustache's eyes darkened, and there was a hint of a ghost beast in his tone.

"Natamaru, you must be happy to have such a master."

Knemaru was stunned for a moment.

"Eh, of course, the host is a good guy and takes good care of me, so why do you want to Anijia"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted again by the mustache cut.

"Hehehe" Genji Shigeho chuckled softly, using a little more force in his hand.

"Your new master, of course, is a good man. For not only has she summoned you from the sword and given you a chance to walk in human form again, but she has also reinvigorated your human form."

He took a step closer. Although there was a smile on the corner of his lips, the blood-red pupils looked extremely indifferent.

"She and your old master, Genkuro Yoshitsune, may also have some unknown old friendship, because if it wasn't for a good relationship, she wouldn't call a person who should have died a thousand years ago by a name like Jiulang."

Knee Pill was stunned, with an expression on his face that his mind could no longer keep up with his brother's reasoning, and he looked blankly at his brother, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, but suddenly exuded a huge aura of anger all over his body, as if he couldn't even speak fluently.

"What the hell are you talking about, Anijia," he asked in confusion and uneasiness, but fortunately he hadn't forgotten that his inquisitor was in great danger, and said hurriedly, "No, anyway, you, you should withdraw the knife first, okay, there may be some misunderstanding in between, but, but the master is not the one you want to kill"

Hearing this, he smiled slightly.

"It's late," he whispered, like a whisper.

"No, it's not too late. ”

In the situation that was almost tense to the point of collapse, the voice of the female inquisitor, which was still as clear as before, suddenly sounded.

Although her arms were still tightly gripping the knife in her hand, resisting the blade pressed by the moustache inch by inch with all her strength, there was no trace of nervousness in the voice of the female inquisitor, and she seemed calm and at ease.

"The person named Yoshijing Gongjiuro may not be his friend. For example, Kamakura Hall, such as Taiheng"

The night wind, which seemed unusually cold before dawn, blew the broken hair on her forehead. She noticed a slight pause before she said the name "Taiheng".

This made him suddenly realize.

"Taiheng, do you mean Fujiwara Taiheng," he asked, looking up suddenly, laughing out loud without warning.

Knee pills

Mustache lowered his eyebrows slightly in the laughter, and looked directly at his brother in front of him, who looked surprised and seemed to be out of condition, his voice a little hoarse from the laughter he had just hauled.

"In this way, it is not my brother's old master who has an old friendship with you, but the man who killed his old master, the lord of Hiraizumi, the commander of Mutsunoku, Fujiwara Yasuhiro, right?"

The more he spoke, the colder his voice became, and in the end, every word seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

Knemaru's expression changed little by little with Tsukiri's words, from confusion at first, to surprise and disbelief later, and then to confusion and confusion at the end, and he looked at the female inquisitor who was still standing in front of him in surprise, and there was a shocking aftermath in his voice.

"The Master"

He called out to her, but she was stuck, as if he didn't know what to ask for a moment.

"Ahh To his surprise, the female inquisitor responded to him very calmly.

"I don't know the Fujiwara Taiheng that Kishikiri-kun said. She said meaningfully.

"It's not that I'm influencing him or Kamakuraden behind me and making any decisions that are unfavorable to Kuro. ”

"What happened in Hiraizumi was a tragedy. Whether it is Kamakura Palace, Kurou or Taiheng, in the end, no one can escape the fate that this tragedy points to. ”

"Now, tell me, does this tragedy extend to this day, Mustache-kun?"

As soon as the words fell, the female inquisitor, who seemed a little short of breath because she had been wrestling with the mustache for a while, suddenly rose up with all her strength and slammed forward with the sword in her hand

The mustache cut also took two steps back with the force at the right time, and stopped, still holding his body knife with a cold light, the tip of which barely moved, and pointed steadily at the female inquisitor.

"Finally, the horse's feet are exposed. He said in a faint mocking tone.

"Just standing by and watching those people fall into an ugly cannibalism is like standing aside, looking at us like looking at a dead thing of iron, that's what you inquisitors do"

The mustache suddenly took off the mask of calm and elegance, and the beautiful facial features were distorted, and suddenly shouted at the female inquisitor, "Genji's treasure will not accept such contempt and insult from you, if you don't know the value of cherishing us, why should we be loyal to you just because your spiritual power has given us a false body, do you think that then we can really become human beings, and then be grateful to you, and let you drive you as a matter of course?"

The expression on the knee pill can no longer be described in words. If you have to say it, it is probably similar to "I don't know how much information I have received today, what is true and what is false, what is right and what is wrong, and the three views seem to be about to shatter."

However, the expression of the female inquisitor was much calmer. Listening to the terrifying shout of the mustache cut, her eyebrows jumped slightly, but she nodded, revealing a clear look.

"Has someone done such an unforgivable thing to Genji's heavy treasure? She said as if she groaned, and after a moment, she suddenly raised her gaze, and two extremely clear eyes landed on the face of the mustache that was already a little hideous and terrifying.

"Isn't it Genjiuro Yoshijing?"

As soon as the name "Genkuro Yoshitsune" came out, all of Akiri's facial features suddenly wrinkled. There was a real, palpitating look on his face, but his voice became softer.

"Who is Saw?"

He repeated the question with a smile on his face, and his brow suddenly froze.

"It doesn't really matter who it is. ”

His gaze was fixed on the young woman in front of him, and suddenly became gentle and sad.

"Because you're just like them, you're no different"

He muttered, slowly approaching the Inquisitor, and the body knife he held in his hand and held it in front of him, pointing straight at her chest, still hadn't let go.

His steps were extremely slow, and he seemed to be floating as if he were sleepwalking, but the tip of the knife was unexpectedly steady, and the position of the point on the female inquisitor's chest was barely staggered.

The Divine Inquisitor ignored this threat to life, just stared quietly at the blood-red eyes of the mustache, shook her head gently, and said clearly, "I am not the Gen Yoshijing. I'm not going to do the things he did. ”

There was a moment of silence.

There was a very strange expression on his face for a moment, as if he wanted to mock her, and as if he wanted to smile at the corners of his lips. Eventually, the impulses turned into a very distorted expression, laughing and crying, and the blood-red pupils of the mustache swayed, reflecting the face of the young woman in front of him, and he blurted out a laugh and shouted "stop lying"

Then, he leaped forward and leaped high, and as he was in the air, he raised the blade of the cold light in his hand and swung it at the young woman in front of him with great momentum.

His brother stood a few steps away from them, unable to react to the sudden turn of events in front of them, only a second or two late, but it was too late to come to the rescue

Knemaru's eyes couldn't have widened, as if he were watching a nightmare staring at what was happening in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but blurt out the words he could not help but cry out with all his might, as his brother had been looking for for so long, twisted his expression and leapt high in the air, like the demons he had fought so hard again, and swung his sword at the master he trusted so much since he re-entered the world

"No, no, Anigar"