Chapter 63

The live broadcast was suddenly interrupted, and the live broadcast room went from patiently waiting at the beginning to raising questions.

[What, what happened?]

[That situation just now seemed a little strange]

[It's only been five minutes. Don't be nervous. Wait a little longer.]

[The one on the left, isn't five minutes enough?]

…

They didn't dare to make any guesses, but they had bad thoughts in their hearts.

After all, before it was cut off, the camera was just about to capture the surface of the brewed tea. They were just about to appreciate the tea... but the picture suddenly spun around, followed by a small scream.

"Three-day Moon Palace?!"

Pop.

With a short sound, the picture was interrupted.

Since the camera didn't capture anything, it was hard to tell what the action was. The camera seemed to be shaking up and down, and finally it got close to the collar of the sword and broke.

This can be thought of as Mikazuki turning off the camera on his own initiative.

But you can also imagine that Mikazuki, who hadn't said a word during the live broadcast, suddenly fell down.

Those with a more creative mind would probably have to think about it.

Why was he fine in the morning but suddenly stopped talking when the show started?

Fortunately, no collision sound was heard, so they did not rush to find customer service or contact the government immediately.

But this was only a short delay.

After waiting quietly for a while, I found that the live broadcast was really not continued. In addition, it was not yet the time when Munechika Mikazuki usually went off the air. The judge behind the screen directly contacted the Time Government, and the swordsman who was watching the live broadcast also directly contacted the platform customer service.

In a short period of time, the queue for applications on the page reached over 3,000.

They wanted to make sure nothing happened on the other side.

Generally speaking, this kind of unexpected interruption will reconnect quickly, but the live broadcast room has not been opened for a long time, so it is normal to be worried.

As for current affairs, when such cases accumulate to a certain extent, they will eventually become a result.

That is to locate Honmaru, submit contact, and confirm the situation.

They need to give an explanation to the worried judge and swordsman, and of course they also need to make sure that nothing has happened to the other party's Honmaru. If something has happened, the Time Government will naturally send people to help and handle the situation.

But now the Honmaru has exceeded the upper limit of the acceptance limit.

It has a problem.

This main castle has no code at all and cannot be located.

…

It was still that bright place, surrounded by high-tech equipment.

Footsteps approached the door.

"They asked us if we had located the location, saying that the users were making a lot of noise and they were worried that something had happened to the Honmaru."

The man paused: "What's going on?"

Beeping sounds accompanied the keyboard, red and blue lines intertwined on the screen, and occasionally green dots could be seen.

"Just argue with them."

The sound is lazy.

"Can this be found easily? Forget about locating it, let's do this."

The same voice continued, "Since that Honmaru is not within the scope of the current political coding, let them retrieve all Honmaru data records from the first generation onwards from the server and look for the cancelled Honmaru whose information in the current world is incorrect one by one. I guarantee that they will find it."

"...Are you serious?" the visitor was shocked.

"Nonsense."

"Will I really not get beaten if I respond this way? In current politics, Honmaru is being deregistered every day, it's just a matter of how many per day." The visitor discussed seriously and rationally.

It costs at least 500,000 to cancel the Honmaru!

"Don't be afraid. Tell them to do both. It's impossible for them to just hand it over to us. Even if you give me 800 years, I still can't figure it out."

"……OK."

Under pressure from users, the platform quickly gave a notification that it was searching and asked users to be patient.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the account that suddenly interrupted the live broadcast to issue an apology notice that it would not be available for the rest of the day, along with a few photos…

The reviewers struggled for a long time before finally approving the photo.

It was a photo of Ichiban Mikazuki Munechika wearing the Kame-kamo Shinzou battle uniform, but he was deeply immersed in a pile of his own battle uniforms.

The most beautiful sword in the world sat among the scattered clothes, with her long legs bent and a loose red rope wrapped around her body.

He held the middle section of the finger-thick rope in his gloved hand and pulled it to a distance of three fists. The rope wrapped around the rest of the red rope, some curved and some straight.

The whole picture is a mixture of black, red and white.

Mikazuki took off his white coat, and his black shirt with the cuffs buttoned up could be seen, with a small part of his wrist bone still exposed, which was particularly eye-catching against the black gloves and shirt.

The red rope passes through that section of skin and wraps around the forearm.

As always, he half-closed his eyes and stared at the red rope in his hand. The red rope was wrapped around his neck, shoulders, arms, waist, thighs, ankles. It was not really tied, but more like a cat tying itself into a knot with its wool, crisscrossed and complicated.

The half-frame glasses are hanging on the nose

Liang, completely exposing the crescent moon in his eyes.

Intellectual, chaotic, and gentle.

The distant and distant eyes reveal divinity.

There is more than one photo.

Some of them look troubled by the red rope, some turn their heads to look at the camera, and some smile at the camera. These photos are in order, from initial attention to trouble to turning heads, and then to smiling.

It was as if he was watching the reactions of the visitors and then being photographed.

With the account's reading volume skyrocketing in just two seconds, the comment section was eerily quiet.

But it wasn't long before there was movement.

: I...I'm gone.

: Thank you for the invitation. I need to burn some paper.

: Holy shit, how can he be tangled up in a rope without looking embarrassed at all? He really looks like a crescent-shaped cat that has tangled itself up in a rope.

: The description above is too good!

: Oh my god, my screen saver is finally here!!! Damn, he is a god, he is a god!!!

: I prprprprprprprprpr

: Absolutely, shocked my Honmaru for a whole year

…

So the matter came to an end.

As time passed, the group stage ended quickly, and the top 50% of the points ranked advanced. After a short one-day break, there was a new round of elimination group stage, with the same rules as before, 300 people a day, and a five-day schedule.

The specific schedule was released quickly, and Sochin Mikazuki was scheduled for the fifth day.

After the live broadcast was suspended that day, the four people in Honmaru gathered together and spent the whole day leisurely together.

Drink tea and sunbathe, have lunch, take a nap in the main hall, Yaken goes to Man'ya to have afternoon tea with the others, make snacks together with the help of Kitsunesuke's Internet connection, take a walk, have dinner, help Chidori with homework, take a bath, and rest.

As Yaken Toushirou wished, they became much closer to each other.

Offseason.

Sochin Mikazuki and Kitsunesuke came back from Man'ya, carrying the ingredients they bought for the day, and happened to run into Yakumi who was putting garbage bags at the door.

Yao Yan greeted him naturally: "Mikazuki, you're back?"

Munechika responded with a smile, walked to the main room, put down the plastic bag, and was about to take out the stationery that Chidori asked him to buy when he noticed some scattered red spots on the table and smelled blood.

Is it blood?

Why is there blood?

Munechika stared at the few red spots.

It's been easy for them to go out in battle these days, and it's unlikely that anyone will get injured. Besides, if they do get injured, there are medicines available to stop the bleeding in time.

This bloodstain...

After ruling out all the impossible, the only option left is

A suspect.

It's Chidori.

Kitsunesuke was not sensitive to the smell of blood. He was still in the arms of Munechika Mikazuki, so he couldn't smell it because he was not close enough. He just saw something dirty on the tea table and wondered, "What is this?"

Munechika did not tell Kitsunesuke that it was blood, but he just stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost.

This was probably a subconscious action.

Or maybe you want to determine when the bloodstain occurred.

After all, blood exposed to the air will gradually coagulate over time.

Whether it is dry or wet, or is in a solidified state, these can roughly tell how long ago it was.

His fingertips touched semi-coagulated blood.

“——!!”

Kitsunesuke suddenly fell from mid-air, and quickly adjusted his posture and landed on the tea table. He looked back immediately, ignoring the pain on his flesh pads due to lack of prior preparation.

However, there was nothing behind him, not even a single person.

It turned around like an ant on a hot pot, panicking: "Three Days Moon Palace?!"

Candakiri Mitsutada came down the stairs anxiously, turned around the corridor, and ran into Yagen Toushirou who was standing at his door and was about to push it open. "Yagen, the master seems to have a fever."

Yao Yan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately became worried.

Chidori shouldn't have been keeping warm these days. Could it be that she opened the quilt while sleeping in the middle of the night?

"I see. I'll go check it out."

Yagen Toushirou's first aid kit was placed near the door. He quickly took out the thermometer and walked up the stairs leading to the castle tower.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go wait for Mikazuki and get the ingredients to make some easy-to-digest porridge."

Yakuin paused when he heard this: "As for Mikazuki, she has returned and should be putting food in the kitchen now."

Speaking of Mikazuki, Yaken remembered something.

Chidori has always been very dependent on Mikazuki Souchi, and maybe she even wants Mikazuki to accompany her.

So he called out to Mitsutada Tsudaikiri.

"Kokudaikiri, please call Mikazuki and tell him to stay with the general for a while."

"OK."

The two of them separated, and Candela Kiri walked to the main room and pushed open the sliding door, only to find that the shopping bags were filled on the table, and there was no one around, only Kitsunesuke standing at the tea table looking around.

"Kitsunesuke? Where's Mikazuki?"

Logically speaking, the other party is still very responsible when putting things away.

Candlestick Qi walked closer and looked through the bag and found half of the stationery and some frozen fresh ingredients.

This doesn't make sense, because if there are items that need to be refrigerated, why would Munechika Mikazuki put them in the refrigerator before leaving?

"Ah..." Kitsunesuke opened his mouth, his eyes were wet, he stopped turning around, but he couldn't speak.

Candakiri Mitsutada was startled by this reaction, and quickly squatted down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kitsunesuke calmed down.

The matter of Mikazuki-dono cannot be discussed, at least not now. It is not sure whether Lady Chidori can accept this reality, especially since the other party is much closer to Mikazuki-dono than before.

Moreover, it is still uncertain what happened in the Crescent Moon Palace.

Don't think too much.

After Kitsunesuke shook off the thought that "the original owner cut off his spiritual power and he returned to his original form", he asked Candakiri, "What does Candakiri-dono want to do with Mikazuki-dono?"

Candlestick looked at it and saw that it had calmed down, so he respectfully did not ask any further questions.

"The master seems to have a fever, so Yaken and I thought it would be better if Mikazuki stayed with him." Kadakiri said this with some embarrassment, "After all, the master should want it too."

After all, the attitude towards them is really different from the attitude towards Sochin Mikazuki.

But they were just closer and more trusting, and they didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, they had missed the two years when only Mikazuki was there.

"Then please notify Mikazuki, Kitsunesuke." Kadakiri picked up the shopping bag with only the ingredients left, rubbed Kitsunesuke's furry head with one hand, and went into the kitchen.

Seeing that Candida Kirito would not come out for a while, Kitsunesuke quickly jumped to the ground.

He originally thought that he would see the shadow of a katana on the ground. When he saw the candlestick cutting in, he was not only scared but also nervous. However, after looking around on the ground, he did not see any trace of the Mikazuki Palace.

Where can this go? Help!

QAQ!

It was clearly there just now. Is it dreaming? It has been a dream since we went to Wanwu together in the morning.

"...Nosuke...Kusanosuke."

The orange fur ears moved, and after Kitsunesuke confirmed that he had heard correctly, he perked up again, looked around again, and whispered, "Mikazuki-dono?!"

"Yes, it's me."

"Where are you, Sanriyue Palace?"

Kitsunesuke was so dizzy that he couldn't see anyone.

Munechika Mikazuki was silent for a moment, then poked his head out from behind the corner of the table. Coincidentally, Kitsunesuke had just turned to face him.

Munechika said, "Stop."

Kitsunesuke stopped obediently, but his head was still looking around and his eyes were rolling around.

Where on earth are the people? Where is the three-day moon that big?

"Bow your head."

Kitsunesuke lowered his head obediently, too low. There was nothing on the ground in front of him. He stretched out his claws and waved.

"Raise your eyes a little bit and look towards me."

Now, Mikazuki's shadow was finally reflected in Kitsunesuke's eyes.

It was probably only fifteen centimeters tall, and probably as long as its forearm. Such a tiny Crescent Moon stood behind the table leg, with the leg covering one-third of its body. With both hands, he held on to the round column that was too big for him to even hug.

Perhaps because Kitsunesuke had been in a daze for too long, Munechika walked out from behind the pillar.

Well, I only walked out five centimeters.

He tried to lighten the mood by tilting his head, tassels swaying, "Hahaha, even if I become a villain, I'm still Mikazuki Munechika."

Kitsunesuke: ...

Is it time to laugh?!

Author's comment: Mitsutada Tsudaikiri came to the main hall.

Having just come to his senses and realized that he was abnormal, Munechika Sangetsu stumbled and hid himself behind the leg of the table. He only dared to poke his head out when people approached.

Push the plot, go to the small line, out of the battle service, it is estimated that only the Akashi. The national line will be briefly written_(:з」∠)_

After that, just catch up with one more line, and the knife chaos will be completely finished and cursed back!

If you really want to see other (battle uniforms), I can write them for you in the extra chapter. I can even write about the short sword battle uniform (shorts!), but I personally think...

So far, what I wrote doesn’t seem to be particularly interesting orz, I feel like it doesn’t matter whether you read it or not…

I’ll ask again in the extra issue (蹭蹭).

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: silent 83 bottles; Yuejian Lingyin 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!

Angels, what a treat!

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