The female Heroic Scales was a woman with hair as cold as ice and eyes as blue as the stars.

On her porcelain-white oval face, the three courts and five eyes were clear and elegant. Because of her alienated temperament, her red lips were like a flower blooming in the mist.

The most eye-catching feature was her eyes, which were extremely recognizable. Because her brow bone was high and slightly lower than her eyes, the eye sockets under her long eyebrows were like a silver-blue lake, and her fine eyelashes were like the frosty coniferous forest beside the lake. Such beautiful and piercingly cold eyes suppressed the softness and delicateness of other feminine features, showing a kind of coldness that was as cold as the crescent moon.

However, if she smiled, the frost-like eyebrows would flutter and turn into a flying butterfly and a bright gem in a box.

The delicate lips and the lines of the face changed, and the skin was stained with the warmth of a slight smile, like the blooming of a flower.

Such pure beauty, even a woman could put down her picky heart to appreciate it.

However, after taking off her hat, the heroine Libra's masculine image was different in front of Number Nine.

In the position of the bones and facial features, one could still see the beautiful and slender shadow of a woman, but the male body was undoubtedly more rich in male hormones and strong muscles and bones.

The eyebrows of the male Libra were even thicker and deeper, like a pitch-black sword shadow, matching the short hair on his head that was black and shiny like crow feathers. His deep and narrow red phoenix eyes flashed with a golden honey color.

The bridge of the nose was a bit lower, showing a kind of hidden edge gentleness that was not present in the female state.

However, the more angular bones on the cheeks added a male handsomeness like a sculpture.

The two lips were as red as paraffin wax, like a broken pomegranate, revealing the softness of jade.

Yes, unlike the noble and elegant silver hair and blue eyes of the female Valkyrie, the black hair and golden eyes of the male state had a luxurious and dazzling aura of gold.

However, no matter how one compared it, the two states of the Scales were dazzling.

"This is Mountain Serpent Blade Guoguang, a sword made with Spirit Sword Mountain Serpent Blade as a template.

Although it was an imitation, it was the greatest masterpiece of the knife craftsman Guo Guang. In terms of appearance and combat power, it was a first-class knife.

Satoshi Fu himself was also very popular among the Divine Inquisitors. He and Okita Soji's Beloved Sword, Satoshi Fu, were often ranked first in the Divine Inquisitors.

These two Fu Mourning Gods are easy to get along with, not only in terms of appearance and combat ability, but also in terms of personality. They are suitable to be the first Blade to carry heavy responsibilities. "

When it came to choosing the initial blade, Number Nine did not ask Fox's Assistance to do it for him like the other inquisitors. Instead, he personally explained the characteristics of the blade and the character of the Fu Mourning God.

The biggest difficulty in the process of commentating was how to inadvertently peek at Balance, who had already taken off his hat.

This senior staff member, who had actually worked for almost eight years, was also a Divine Inquisitor with the Complete Blade Book Pill. Even he found it difficult to extricate himself from the charm of his idol.

Inwardly, he could only curse himself for looking like a sixteen-year-old high school girl. At the same time, he secretly saw the side of Balance's face and cheered. It could be said that he was very entangled.

On the other side, Chun Si-hyung, who was standing in the center of the five columns, was looking at the holographic projection above the columns.

The columns were distributed in the direction of a pentagram, and each column had a different sword on the blade holder. Above these swords was the holographic projection of the Fu Mourning God.

There was Bee Whisker He Toru with long purple hair and golden armor. There was Kanding, who had short purple hair and was dressed like a Heian Period person. There was Lu Ao Shoujiyuki with black hair and dressed like a ronin. There was Mountain Serpent Blade Guoguang with blonde hair and a cloak. There was California Clear Light with black hair and small braids and red nails.

At first glance, it was as if he had mistakenly entered a holographic Seimei game to choose the role and the interface.

Chun Si-hyung, who had always had difficulty choosing, narrowed his eyes and looked at Mountain Serpent Blade Guoguang's cloak. "The five initial swords are the blades to guide the inquisitors in their work. I think that it's more suitable for newcomers to learn whether it's combat power or the way they interact with each other. There's no disadvantage no matter which one you choose.

But I still want to ask, in terms of working ability, Lord Ninth, which sword do you recommend? "

"If it's a suggestion … Although my initial sword is Clear Light, a very cute child.

But if we're talking about working ability, such as handling documents, coordinating formations, and arranging internal affairs, the five initial swords Song Kanding is more suitable. Because it's a literary sword, it has a lot of experience in this area.

It's safe to leave the work to him. "

"Then, if Miss Ninth says so, I'll choose him."

Chun Si-hyung reached out his hand to the beautiful Song Kanding.

"I hope we can get along well."

The moment his palm touched the sword, he could clearly feel that a hole had opened up in his body. A warm and familiar thing flowed uncontrollably into the sword. It was like a stream of water that wrapped itself around the sword.

In this enclosed and empty room, a wind came out of nowhere and blew Miss Ninth's robes.

As the hem of the dress fluttered in the wind, Miko-sama hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, feeling a dull pain in her chest. She felt that the wind was like a roaring beast with fangs, and the spiritual energy in her body was being lured away, trying to leave her body.

The battle-hardened Miko-sama hurriedly formed a seal in front of her chest, but it didn't work. Just when she felt that she couldn't hold on any longer, the wind stopped and the spiritual energy in her body flowed back into her meridians.

Even so, Miss Ninth still felt a bitter taste in her throat.

… This is.

Dijiu looked at Qian Shiheng in shock. She didn't know when Qian Shiheng had appeared beside her. The man held her hand that was forming a seal, and a warm spiritual power came from the place where they held each other.

The black-haired man frowned slightly and lowered his eyes. His golden eyes shone like gemstones.

Such beautiful eyes. Even if there was no romance in them, Miss Ninth's heart inevitably skipped a beat.

"I'm sorry."

The man frowned and apologized. "I don't know why I lost control of my personality just now. I began to absorb the spiritual energy around me for no reason and hurt you. I was careless."

The Miko-sama was in a daze when she smelled the blood. She took a closer look and exclaimed.

As everyone knew, Heroic Scales' ability was "Replacement". It could replace and take away all conceptual things for its own use.

It sounded very much like "all"

for

One or even stronger, but it had a flaw.

As the name of the hero showed, this ability was like a weight placed on both ends of the scale. Whatever he took away, he had to pay back the same amount.

Miss Ninth's spiritual energy was absorbed by Qianshi's personality. He forcibly took away Miss Ninth's spiritual energy for himself.

However, compared to Miss Ninth's injury, the price Balance had to pay was much greater.

His entire hand was dripping with blood, and the bright red blood was constantly dripping down from his sleeve to the ground.

Miss Ninth quickly wanted to hold his hand and treat it with her spiritual energy.

However, Chun Si-hyung waved his hand and took out a long bandage from nowhere. He wrapped the wound like a bandage.

"It's okay. As long as I return the spiritual energy, the wound will heal quickly. Don't worry. You should not use your spiritual energy for the time being. It is better for you to check your body again. I am not sure if your internal organs have been damaged.

I am really sorry. "

As Chun Si-hyung spoke, he skillfully tore his sleeve. A deep wound that almost exposed the bones on his forearm crossed the skin and stopped at his elbow.

However, looking at the extent of the wound, it was almost the same as the men who were seriously injured.

The snow-white bandage in the man's hand seemed to be a medical material with advanced technology. A thin layer of snow-white gradually wrapped around the wound, but the blood did not penetrate it.

However, seeing how skillfully he treated the wound, Miss Ninth finally felt that the female Heroic Scales was equal to him.

No matter what kind of pain or difficulty, she could remain calm. Compared to her own predicament, she would always worry about the situation of the people around her.

She was confident and calm, humble and gentle. Her beauty was just like her character. She was the idol that everyone looked forward to and loved, the Heroic Scales.

"Balance … No, Mr. Qianshi.

I am fine. I did not expect that your personality would affect me. It is also my negligence. You are obviously the new inquisitor, but you are helpless here. "

Miss Ninth seemed to have returned to the time when she first joined the job. She had become a newcomer who did not know anything. She cursed herself in her heart for not taking Qianshi for a proper check-up.

"However, even if Miss Ninth does not care about the injury, this … I can't refuse." Chun Si-hyung shook his head and made way. Miss Ninth finally saw the mess behind him.

There were five swords. Whether it was the Singing Deity Kanding that Qianshi chose to hold in his hand or the other four swords that were safely placed on the stone platform, all of them were broken.

The broken pieces of the swords were like pieces of glass that were scattered all over the ground. The stone platform and the wooden swords were also broken into pieces.

Only the holographic images of the men with the swords were still suspended in the air, waiting for the inquisitor to awaken the Fu Mourning God in their bodies.

Such a messy scene was unexpected. Chun Si-hyung walked to the broken swords on the ground and picked them up one by one. His eyes were filled with gloominess.

Miss Ninth quickly explained, "Mr. Qianshi, you don't have to blame yourself. Moreover, these swords are not the original swords. They are replicas.

They are just a medium for the existence of the Fu Mourning God. Therefore, there is no Fu Mourning God in here. "

Chun Si-hyung was stunned for a moment. The frown between his eyebrows relaxed a little. He could see that Miss Ninth was trying to comfort him. He responded, "Is that so?

These beautiful swords are all replicas. "

"Yes.

They are replicas of the original swords made by the combination of Yin Yang, personality, and modern technology. They are products that are produced on the assembly line.

If you want to know the specific situation, I can answer your questions. However, the most important thing now is to ask you to go to the medical room to have your injuries checked. Also, report the situation to the higher-ups and find out what went wrong. "

Chun Si-hyung nodded. He stood up and put a piece of broken sword into his sleeve under his long windbreaker.

Miss Ninth was sending a message through the terminal in her palm. She did not notice his behavior.

When the two of them left the enclosed space side by side, Chun Si-hyung took a last look at the appearance of the five original sword shikigamis in the holographic projection.

They were just replicas and clones.

In the medical room, Chun Si-hyung once again saw the god, Night Fight, who had sneaked out. He was sitting on the bed in his lounge, eating the snacks that belonged to Chun Si-hyung. His cheeks were full, and his eyes were squinting in satisfaction like a fat cat.

When he saw that Chun Si-hyung was back, but Miss Ninth was not behind him, his eyes lit up.

Chun Si-hyung glanced at the poor god's ugly table manners. He crossed his arms at the door and pretended to be cold. "You are not at your post during working hours. Aren't you afraid that you will lose your basic salary?"

"My dear god, I have worked so hard to find out the inside story of the black-hearted company for you. How dare you suggest that you want to report to the selfless god? Wow, I feel so wronged!"

Night Fight snorted coldly and turned his back to Chun Si-hyung. He was still planning to make him cough up the money from his shrine. Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and took away the fruit plate in his arms.

Like a little panda whose food had been taken away, he turned around and saw the merciless creditor walking out with a fruit platter. As he walked, he used the terminal to contact Miss Jiu. "Miss Jiu, there's something I want to talk to you about …"

Night Fight rushed to Chun Si-hyung's long legs with tears streaming down his face. He held a white flag that he had taken out of nowhere. Once again, his plan failed in less than three seconds.

Chun Si-hyung squatted down and rubbed the poor god's hair. He then said to Miss Ninth on the other end of the phone, "Can you tell me if you are free in private on that day?

I would like to treat you to a meal to thank you. "

Ye Dou looks at Qian Shiheng flirting with the girl with a look of disbelief. By the time Qian Shiheng, who is wearing the skin of a "Prince Charming", finishes the meal, God has been tied dozens of small braids by Qian Shiheng single-handedly. She looks like an ugly durian.

Looking at the black artificial durian head, Chun Si-hyung was a little lost in thought. He suddenly thought of another durian head that was worthy of the name.

She rejected the proposal of a friend who had always regarded her as a rival, especially someone like Explode. She did not even fight with him. Time really made people improve.

Even Explode had learned to be rational, although his way of being rational was …

"You can reject me. I am not here to ask for your consent."

Just thinking about it made him speechless.

What kind of stupid lines were these? The proposed party did not even have the right to reject.

Explode, this guy, had a face that said, "You should be grateful to me for being proposed to, trash."

Thinking of the scene a few days ago, Qianshi looked at the artificial black durian head in front of him with disgust. He grabbed the braid in the middle and asked, "Now tell me, what do you know?

Otherwise, I will start from the small braids one by one and personally pull out all your hair. "

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

I will talk, I will talk.

Lord God, don't you want to become a Mediterranean Sea ah ah ah ah. "

When he thought of the top of his head being artificially turned into a desert, even if he had believers in the future, because of the bald head, he was terrified.