Shi Bai is a person who prefers to solve everything with force and doesn't care about troubles. As for mental attacks, no one can compare to the inquisitor who has traveled through many worlds, unless the person has similar experience as him.

Being influenced by his counterpart - let's just call him Blackie, his mind, once he loses control, will unconsciously approach the abyss where he shouldn't have gone.

Rokudo Mukuro's illusion directly enters the most defenseless spiritual level of human beings, so now, whether for yourself or for others, the best way is to beat Rokudo Mukuro up and learn this ability to protect the spirit.

It's cabbage that can be cut repeatedly! Realizing this, Shi Bai's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Rokudo Mukuro seemed to have a premonition that something unknown was about to happen. He felt a shudder behind his back, and in the next second he felt an inhuman force passing through the sword and landing on the trident that he had subconsciously transformed.

The short sword is light and extremely fast, but it lacks power in comparison. At this moment, Yaken Toushirou, who has switched to the katana, not only retains the original speed, but the power that can be unleashed at any time makes Shibai's eyes brighten up.

Although this scene was created by that black mud-like isotope, it might be unexpectedly useful!

But just when Shi Bai wanted to use more force and was about to cut a crack on the trident - Shi Bai suddenly felt powerless. A bloody smell suddenly filled his throat, and he started coughing uncontrollably. It seemed that he was losing too much blood and it fell to the ground.

Rokudo Mukuro and Shibazu were both confused by this turn of events. At this moment, Rokudo Mukuro, who was obviously at a disadvantage, was fine. Shibazu, who was having fun after using a little effort, watched helplessly as cracks appeared on his sword one after another and continued to extend outward.

What can only five minutes of forging bring? It is nothing more than the extra jade steel whetstone and other things to make a pattern on the surface, forcibly kneading the original short sword into a long sword that is far longer than the original length. It is like when you invite people to dinner, the table is not big enough, so you take a piece of paper to pad the corner and leave it alone.

But the damage to this thin piece of paper will not affect the original wooden table. At most, it will look a little worse.

When Shibai was circulating his spiritual power, his subconscious surrounded the sword. The originally thin paper had protection, but it had no strength and toughness. As long as he used a little force, it would be destroyed, and the originally perfectly flowing spiritual power would have a gap.

...He really shouldn't have underestimated the malice coming from him. That was the person who understood him best in the world, like a half of him.

Although he didn't feel any pain, he felt a sense of powerlessness. The tip of the knife suddenly fell to the ground and the crack continued to expand uncontrollably, and even his exposed ankles seemed to have black tree branch marks. He covered his mouth, but couldn't stop the blood from flowing out of his throat.

Yes, it was overflowing - the body of the short sword could not bear the excessive amount of blood in the tachi form.

Like a Russian nesting doll, the shape of the sword is nothing more than the short blade wrapped inside. As long as the excess shell is broken, it will return to the original shape of the short sword. Or it can be explained by snake skin.

The time at the forge was too short, and he was interrupted. Even though Heishi was full of malicious intent, he didn't have time to do more, and Shibai escaped.

Shi Bai began to mobilize his own demonic power again - as a judge, when summoning swords, he would often use clearer and purer spiritual power. As a half-demon, his demonic power seemed a little mottled, but it was precisely because he was a half-demon that it became very easy for him to control both powers.

Shibai slowed down for about two seconds, and strength refilled his body. The feeling of weakness dissipated, but Shibai did not stand up immediately, but kept this action, wanting to see what Rokudo Mukuro would do.

Shibai knew what happened, but Rokudo Mukuro didn't know!

He watched helplessly as the once powerful Fu'an God suddenly became weak, with his body full of unprotected gaps. Then he recalled that this was a world of illusion, and everything was manifested by mental power - it was nothing more than the Fu'an God in front of him, who had lost his powerful strength due to the shortening of his body and had become so fragile.

He didn't even need to doubt it, because he knew that Fu Cangshen was now absolutely at the mercy of others.

If Rokudo Mukuro really did that, Shibai would be the first to counterattack. But to Shibai's surprise, Rokudo Mukuro did not take the opportunity to attack him, but looked at him with a slightly complicated look, and then when Shibai reluctantly (pretended) raised his head and continued to look at him with a vigilant look, Rokudo Mukuro's face changed instantly, showing a mocking look.

Rokudo Mukuro had already confirmed the identity of the god of death, so at this time, he taunted: "Kufufufu... Is this the loyalty you are proud of to protect your master?"

"'Toushirou Yoshimitsu's short sword is sharp and outstanding, but it will not let its master commit seppuku'. I understand now. It turns out that he committed seppuku before that?" He is Italian, but I don't know when he took a Japanese history class, or he just studied the materials of Yaken. Rokudo Mukuro looked down at Shibai with a sympathetic look, "How pitiful."

The cracks had spread to the cheeks and even expanded to the edge of the purple, clear pupils filled with unyielding spirit. Liudao Mukuro bent down and lifted up Shibai's chin. The red pupil with obvious sticky and chaotic feeling and evil numbers on it fell into Shibai's eyes.

The purple-haired boy chuckled and said, "Kufufu - such a master maliciously recasts and grinds the blade. Are you really still completely loyal to him after being treated like this?"

As Rokudo Mukuro spoke, Shibai's eyes began to become empty. Rokudo Mukuro couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile. He rubbed the still expanding crack on Shibai's cheek ambiguously, and his voice fell lightly into Fu's ears: "Give me your body and become my servant..."

Rokudo Mukuro didn't notice that Shibai was looking at him as if he was a fool. If eyes could speak, the meaning of Shibai's eyes at this moment was probably: You idiot, are you thinking about eating peach?

Shi Bai slightly exerted force on the handle of the knife, but realized that although the other party's words were a bit subtle, in fact, it was the ability he needed most at the moment.

The combination of the Stand ability Perfect Illusion and illusion is definitely an almost invincible ability - as long as that Hei Shi is not a Stand user, then Shi Shi Bai will definitely be able to trick him!

With this kind of mentality of mutual exploitation, isn't it just acting? Shi Bai let his eyes lose the brilliance that human life should have, and disguise himself as the poor little knife controlled by Rokudo Mukuro.

Anyway, we have the current political situation in hand, and all contracts are one-sided, so even dangerous ones won't cause any harm.

Rokudo Mukuro smiled kufufufu, he got the tacit answer, the opponent's mind relaxed, as if it was opened for him. The trident slashed across Shibai's cheek along the crack, without a drop of blood flowing out, but the body of the katana that was on the verge of breaking was suddenly protected, and now it has recovered to the peak ability of the katana, without any sense of blockage.

Shi Bai's eyes glowed brightly again, as if Rokudo Mukuro had withdrawn his hypnosis in time. He waved his own sword tentatively and felt the replenishment of that power again. At this time, Shi Bai also came back to his senses and realized the answer - this pineapple head seemed to want to help him! Surprisingly, he is a good kid!

When I was an idol, I saw people like this on the Internet who said one thing and meant another. What was they called? I think they were called, tsundere?

Shi Bai's eyes suddenly turned ugly. Liu Dao Mukuro took a step back and noticed this. His perfect expression froze and almost broke. He glanced at Shi Bai with disdain. With the contract, he seemed to relax a lot: "What are you looking at?"

Shibai touched his smooth cheeks and ignored Rokudo Mukuro's question. Instead, he said, "So, how should I address you now?"

The sword-wielding god relaxedly dropped the blade to one side, as if he had given all his trust to Rokudo Mukuro.

The black-haired Fukuei-shin has long been immersed in darkness, without any light that would attract or disgust others of the same kind. His exquisite appearance carries an inhuman, twisted, yet inexplicably pure temperament, and his violet-like clear eyes that seem to only see you face the evil eyes of Samsara. The silver-white katana that fell to the side and never returned to its sheath, every inch of it was hammered from flames, a cold weapon created for killing.

Shi Bai slowly approached Rokudo Mukuro's position. No one could resist the beautiful and powerful sword of a god. He was loyal to you and only you in his heart. Indigo flames flashed in his originally cold purple pupils. He did not restrain his original terrifying aura that kept strangers away, but was careful not to hurt Rokudo Mukuro in the slightest.

He looked at Rokudo Mukuro, and in the tone of love talk that he had acquired after spending more than a decade in Italy, and with the same ambiguous smile that Rokudo Mukuro had just given him, he spoke slowly, word by word, and said, "Master?"

At this moment, the purple-haired boy in front of him said his name and immediately disappeared.

Shi Bai, who originally wanted to continue acting, stood there in a daze. He suddenly lowered his head and covered his face. He felt like a loyal blade abandoned by its master, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

But the next second, he couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing, proving that this was not the case. A smile flashed in the beautiful eyes of Fukushin, and Shibai laughed out loud without restraint in his spiritual world.

He thought back to the disappearance of Rokudo Mukuro, and it seemed as if he had fled in desperation.

Although he could have called him "General", he had a bad taste in his mouth and thought, "As long as I am not ashamed, others will be more ashamed than me." He said to himself, "It's decided. I will continue to call him that next time we meet."

The author has something to say: I said I wouldn’t code, but I still wrote x Then when I wrote about becoming a servant, my mind was full, let’s go dance samba. Rokudo Mukuro, your songs are so brainwashing!!!

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