Ming Jun didn't expect that the spirit jade ring that had been with him for so long would be given out in that situation, or to a man, a Fu Fu God incarnated by a knife. Originally, it was just because he forgot to bring any identity certificate on his body, and he didn't bother to go back, and there was only this thing left in his body that could talk about his identity, so he had to take it out to Hasebe. In fact, he didn't think it would cause too much turmoil, anyway, it would be good to take it back later, Mingjun didn't expect Hasebe to actually put the ring on, and he didn't think that the spirit jade ring actually recognized Hasebe as the owner, and he refused to return it to his hand.

"Actually... He's just a ring..."The Nth attempt to retrieve the ring failed, and Mingjun reached out to stop Hasebe who wanted to simply chop off his finger to return the jade ring.

"Lingyu is born to recognize the Lord, and I didn't expect this ring to be stubborn at all. Forget it, this should be your chance, so you can wear it. ”

"But the Lord... This is..."For Mingjun's answer, Hasebe was a little incredulous, whether...

"After all, he's just a ring." Mingjun smiled and comforted him, "'Things' itself has no self-significance, and any meaning is acquired. ”

"Lord..."Hasebe looked at the smiling Mingjun Liyan and felt very lost in his heart, right? It turns out that in Mingjun's heart, this is just a meaningless thing, does he also see himself like that? Even though... I fell in love with him at first sight...

"If you're afraid of being pointed at, cover it with a glove." Ming Jun tapped on Hasebe's hand, and conjured up a pair of white gloves that were a little larger than his original white gloves on Fu Fushen's hand, "Like this." ”

Obediently let Mingjun move in his hand, and Hasebe softened his gaze and looked at the person in front of him. In fact, he didn't care about being seen, and it wasn't so much that he didn't care, but that he actually wanted to tell the world about it.

Soon after the sword spirit returned to the Ming Realm with Fa Yan Bo, a battle broke out, and the raid team was thrown to Fa Yan Bo to bring, but Ming Jun was still busy every day. Pang Kai, the commander of the regular army, was promoted by Fa Yan Bo, and he was very good, but he was a little brainless and not very flexible, unlike the slippery and flexible Legalist brothers, so during this period of war, he had to try the human soul and pay attention to the battlefield at the same time, and the raid team on the side of Fa Yan Bo would look at it, so he didn't have to worry too much, the regular army really made him a little annoyed, and he had to make a strategy and give orders, and he was so busy every day.

"Whew..."After finally explaining all the things about Pang Kai, Mingjun spread out on the chair and gasped.

"Lord Mingjun, the ghost has come back from picking up people's souls, do you want to try it now?" Lu Juan knocked on his door and asked.

"Bring it in." After wiping his face with the water curse, Mingjun cheered up and continued to work.

Every day is very busy, and such a trivial matter as the spirit jade ring is quickly forgotten by Ming Jun.

After the war, he wanted to point out military merits, reward for meritorious deeds, and stared at Fu Fushen kneeling under the case, Mingjun was a little incredulous.

"You say, you want to be a civilian?"

"Yes." Hasebe nodded. He knew that a large number of civil officials had only been swept away a few days ago, and now there was a serious shortage of civil officials in the Ming Realm. He is a sword god, and he does prefer military life to a civilian job in the middle of the day, but in this way, he can't stay by that person's side, so he would rather choose a civilian job.

"There is a serious shortage of civil servants, Lord, please let me help."

Ming Jun nodded indispensably, since it was his own request, Ming Jun was willing to let him try, so he asked him to serve as Lu Juan's assistant and become a clerk to help Lu Juan sort out the classic files. Seeing that the position was not next to Mingjun, Hasebe's eyes flashed with a moment of disappointment, and then he thought that Lu Juan was the first judge under Mingjun, and maybe the two would still have a chance to get in touch.

So, he spent a hundred years by Lu Juan's side, only looking forward to the shocking glance when Lu Juan reported to Ming Jun every morning.

After the surrender of the demon realm, he was relatively idle, and his nerves were tense and he hadn't had a good rest for five years. There are not many souls on this day, so Mingjun finished his work early and came to the bar in Fengdu District for a drink. didn't want to cause a sensation, he deliberately concealed his appearance, wearing only a T-shirt, jeans and a peaked cap, and he looked like a young soul who had just died.

Sipping the whiskey in his hand, the owner of this bar in Fengdu District is a Western vampire, and the whole bar is also in a foreign style, and there is a large TV screen behind the bar that is playing Mingjie travel programs, playing lively jazz music. Customers gather in groups to drink in the bar, some chatting and others staring at the TV show in front of him like him, while the bartender is busy scrubbing his wine glasses, leaving Mingjun alone to sit in the corner and enjoy his leisure time after work. Listening to the brisk jazz music and eating the French fries that the boss gave him with wine, Mingjun squinted comfortably.

But... His comfort was soon interrupted by an unknown white eye.

Today, the box in the bar is very lively, it sounds like someone is partying inside, and a few people are playing louder and louder in the box. The boss shook his head and showed a helpless smile to Mingjun, saying that he couldn't manage it, Mingjun listened to his familiar voice coming from inside, and his forehead jumped with green tendons, and finally couldn't help but rush up and kick the door open.

"Dead people, you guys!"

Sure enough, there were two Fa brothers and a colleague in it, and Lu Juan and Hasebe were also there, and a group of people had already drunk to seven or eight points, and it goes without saying that the drunk was of course French-style good. At the moment when he opened the door, Fa Shishan was so drunk that he was in a delirious position and was hugging Duan Yisuo and kissing, a group of people clamored to kiss him, and another group of people watched the show with their hands on their sleeves, and the bitter master was struggling in disheveled clothes. Everyone was stupid when they were kicked suddenly, and when they saw that they were kicking the door, they were the bosses of their own and a group of people had cold sweat on their foreheads one after another, and they looked at Mingjun with their eyes squinted, and then looked down at Duan Yi, and decisively pounced on Mingjun...

"Smack." The French kindness kissed the mouth of Mingjun, who couldn't react, and the people who were still playing were all quiet in an instant...

"Drink... Drink... No, if you don't drink, you have to kiss... To be pro... Hmm..."French Shishan held a bottle of red wine and raged on Mingjun's red lips, drunk and misty, unable to recognize the person in front of him at all.

"Ahh Ah Shan, back, back... Come back! Seeing that Mingjun was getting darker and darker, his face was so black that he could drip ink that he wanted to call his brother back.

"Huh? Drink, drink..."The French good has not yet figured out the situation.

“… Drink your sister and come back! Duan Yi soared directly to the high pitch.

And then... There is no need to go back. Ming Jun slapped him to the wall with a calm face, and then didn't look at this group of nonsense subordinates again, and turned to leave.

No one dared to pull out the French goodness, and everyone watched Mingjun leave, with only one thought in their minds: "It's dead." ”