So after Qiao Xi pondered for a while, he democratically let the sword men express their opinions:

"Hmm, are any of you interested in exploring?"

The swords looked at each other for a few seconds, and a bunch of small short knives volunteered enthusiastically, and even Jiro Taito, whose mobility value was so low that it was outrageously low, was a little eager to try.

Qiao Xi glanced at Jiro Taidao, silently turned his gaze away and ignored his shining little eyes, and calculated in his heart according to the normal value of the sword man and the strength of the breath he felt, and divided the bunch of swords into three groups, exploring three directions respectively.

A team led by Ichijo Ichihiro Horikawa and four Fujishiro - two wakicha and two short knives.

The second team was led by Yamato Mamoru with Ishikarimaru, Taro Taito, Candlestick Kiri, Hasebe and Kanetasaki.

The rest are all to follow Qiao Xi.

Agreed on the contact information of the meeting place and presented a "Fengyue God" brand Ema with the function of calming and concentrating, and then saw the figures of the other two teams of sword men disappearing in the jungle, Qiao Xi glanced back at his team, and couldn't help scratching his cheeks.

- Mustache Kiriri, Tsurumaru, Jiro, Koyo, Sozo......

I don't know why, looking at these swords, Qiao Xi inexplicably gave birth to a kind of "problem children are more happy (not...... "Feelings."

- Maybe use "Kindergarten Principal (fog...... "A more apt description?

Ahem, in short, the other two teams have already gone to investigate, and Qiao Xi waved his hand and set off with this team of "problem children".

Feeling really not very good on the battlefield, Qiao Xi observed the surrounding environment while asking the swords behind him about the specific matters of going out of the battle.

"If you say you want to eliminate the so-called 'historical revisionists,' how do you know for sure that those people are 'historical revisionists.'"

"Huh?"

Mustache blinked: "We'll know about them as soon as they appear." ”

Qiao Xi: "...... What is this? Telepathy or something? ”

Mustache cut: "Well, maybe." ”

"That's too unscientific anyway, isn't it?"

- It seems that the appearance of the mourning god and the time travel or something are very scientific.

"Huh? Science or something...... It seems to make a lot of sense. ”

Qiao Xi: "......"

- When he just wanted to complain, the other party replied with such a serious look of thought, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing Qiao Xi's speech, Mustache suddenly glanced sideways at him, and then blinked his right eye slightly, making an expression that could be called a prank success, and the eyelashes of the same color as his hair looked like a slender butterfly gently landing on a flower with his movements, with an indescribable sense of elegance, he smiled and said, "Just kidding." ”

Qiao Xi: "......"

Qiao Xi scratched his cheeks, and decisively felt that it was more appropriate for him to speak to a different person, so he naturally turned his head to look at the Zong San Zuo text on the other side of him.

Zongsanzuo's text seems to have remembered something since he went to the battlefield, and he originally had a melancholy expression when he was in Honmaru, but now it looks like the four big words "I'm not happy" are written all over his body.

The little night left behind him was not much better-the whole person held the short knife in his hand tightly, and at a glance, the gloomy aura and the degenerate yin qi were almost about to manifest behind him.

Qiao Xi: "......"

- No, no, no, he can't assume that none of the swords in this pile are normal just because there are a few strange swords, he has other swords.

He looked at it again, Jiro Taidao was wearing a gorgeous kimono painted with large bright flowers on top of each other, and the long body knife was simply and rudely resisted by his shoulders - his delicate appearance and the man's posture of wearing a gorgeous costume with this big Malaysian golden sword, how to look at it and how to disobey.

Facing Qiao Xi's gaze, Jiro Taidao tilted his head and grinned a big smile, which could not be said to be a rather sunny smile.

- But when such a smile appears in the background of the war and comes with the background music of the intersection of the fighting Jin Ge, it is not very suitable.

Qiao Xi: "......"

Before he had time to look away this time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who looked elegant on the outside like a noble son of a wonderful era, smiled and said:

"Ahh

Qiao Xi blinked his eyes and thought for a few seconds before he picked up Tsurumaru's words: "...... Hawkers, it's okay. It's a really novel experience. ”

"Oh? Are you sure? So, can you share that with the Inquisitor? Xiao Ya is also curious. ”

As a witty sword, Tsurumaru Kuninaga had already noticed that this God Inquisitor seemed to have a much gentler attitude towards the short knives unconsciously, so he easily pulled out the left text of Sayra.

Regarding the inquisitor's preference for short knives, Tsurumaru Kuninaga studied it very seriously in private, and finally came to the conclusion,

- Presumably due to height?

The white-haired Taidao was iron-clad in his heart, but he didn't show it at all—and he didn't mean to say anything about the height of the Inquisitor—it wouldn't be good if he stepped on some terrible minefield.

Bad memories evoked by the murderous aura and blood on the battlefield, coupled with the negative karma and yin qi contaminated by degeneration, Xiao Yezuo was originally trying to control his emotions, and he heard his name unexpectedly, and then raised his head in hindsight, with a blank face:

"Huh? What the......? ”

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was very calm, even if Xiao Ya didn't listen to them at this moment, he acted as if Xiao Ya just didn't hear his question clearly: "I said that Xiao Ya is also curious about how Lord Divine Inquisitor feels when he first goes on an expedition, right?" ”

Xiao Ye's eyes widened slightly.

- Is that what you were talking about?

He quietly looked at Qiao Xi.

Because the Lord of the God Inquisitor came to the battlefield, he didn't wear the kimonos that seemed very suitable to Sayra, but changed into a lighter outfit.

However, even with the shirt and trousers that were very similar to the mustache cut next to him, the warm aura of the God Inquisitor was still quite out of place in this battlefield.

- He guessed that the Inquisitor might have never seen such a brutal and bloody battlefield.

Thinking like this, Saya Zuo selectively forgot about the violent suppression of them when Qiao Xi came to Honmaru on the first day.

He really wanted to know how it would be like for such a god inquisitor to be on the battlefield for the first time.

So, as Tsurumaru expected, Sayo nodded silently after being silent for a few seconds.

At the same time, the other swords also quietly touched and turned their gaze over.