The golden finger of my family's god judge is the bloodline of the onmyoji assistant shikigami

Yuma's consciousness was awakened at the dawn of "Yumemaru".

"The game... has begun..."

The night was still dark, and with the moonlight outside the window, one could barely see what the interior looked like. Unlike Yuma's imagined Japanese room, the layout here was very simple, so simple... like a hospital ward.

Foxosuke said that although the default style of Honmaru's system is the Japanese-style garden, many god-judgments are not used to the old way of life, so no matter how Fusangshen's room is arranged, at least the main house where the god-judgment lives is made of It is arranged by itself, and many people will reproduce their room layout in this world.So... does the Lord God know that I am often hospitalized?Impossible... Youzhen shook his head, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, the mastermind of Sword Ranwu was the No. [-] experimenter from the Soul Project, a pure test product specially cultivated for this experiment.Foxnosuke once mentioned that in order to increase the success rate and pursue the strength of mental power abnormally, he was ignored by the researchers as all normal needs of a person, and all the physical and psychological aspects were ignored...

Here... Is it the illusion you set up for me, or is it a nightmare that you will never be able to get rid of?

The boy didn't get up in a hurry, but continued to lie on the bed, slowly getting familiar with his body, this new body that carried his soul.Move your fingers, it seems to be a little longer than mine, touch the chest, it is flat, but fortunately there is no degeneration; touch the face, it seems familiar...

Wait, this feeling is...my leg!

With a slight rub, Yuu sat up abruptly, lifted the quilt, and grabbed her thigh... It hurts!pain!

I feel it in my legs!So...does that mean I can...

Once, twice, if someone pushes the door and comes in at this time, it will definitely be frightened.The young man sat on the edge of the bed, bent his knees and raised his legs over and over again, his pajamas were wet with tears, but he smiled brightly.

Calm down, Jiang Xia Youzhen!

If, if you want to rely on this to keep me here, it would be naive!It's just a dream, it's a dream...a dream...

The young man covered his mouth and stifled the sound of crying, stubbornly refusing to let out a little whimper, as if he had lost if he made a sound.

Time passed by, and the sky was gradually rising. The God Judge searched for relevant information about the God Judge in the room, thinking about how to deal with the sword fusangshen here.If there is no accident, the first servant will come to wake up the God-inspector after dawn.And the Lord God will not let me play at will. This role-playing mind-guessing game must have his restrictive routines. If I reveal my truth, I don’t know what terrible results it will lead to... Will it all be darkened?

It seemed to remind me of the plot of the dark dungeon that my sister told as a tragic story. The judges in it seemed to have a miserable end... Youzhen couldn't help shivering, staggered, and almost fell to his knees. He held onto the desk beside him.

That does not work!

I never thought that one day walking freely would become my biggest constraint.Youzhen gritted her teeth, looking at the brighter and brighter light outside the window, her eyes filled with anxiety.

This body can walk, run and jump normally, just like Jiaotu's fishtail, it is an instinctive skill that comes with the character.But for one thing, it has nothing to do with Youzhen's body, and walking in the form of a normal person has a far different meaning to Youzhen than Jiaotu swimming in the water, and his mind will inevitably be affected, so the incoordination between the actions of the examiner is very obvious .In the beginning, Yuma could only manipulate the body through mechanical commands such as forward, backward, left, and right, but such a method was obviously not feasible.The rhythm of piercing and revealing every minute!Although this body is thin, it is by no means disabled. I have to overcome this difficulty, but there is too little time left for me to adapt!

what can we do about it?I never thought that a character who can walk by itself is so difficult to play!

Closing the small notebook in his hand, Yuma rubbed his eyes, feeling complicated.A lonely diary, or a notepad is more appropriate, it is full of journals.What time did I get up, what time did I eat, what did I eat, what did I do, and only "I" was recorded in it, and no name of Yi Zhendao appeared... Was it because I was afraid that I would extract any useful clues from it?But according to that guy's urine, shouldn't there be a few names to mislead me?

Or, is this content the same as this room, copying the profound memory of the main god?

Picking up a lot of small white medicine bottles in the drawer and shaking them gently, the clacking sound of the pills colliding with each other seemed a bit abrupt.Do the judges need to take medicine?Yuu is a little strange, am I not a player?But the real judge?

That's right, the game is for the main god, although this place may be a dream created by him, but I have to manage it as the real world.

Without any hesitation, Youzhen unscrewed the medicine bottle and carefully poured out a medicine. It was hard to see clearly under the dim light. Youzhen first sniffed it, then carefully put out the tip of her tongue to add it. This smell... chocolate?Some accidentally tasted the things in the drawer that looked like medicine bottles one by one, and they were all sweet candies.This persona... loves candy?Still have to eat sugar?

The clothes in the closet are also very simple, from the inside out, all white clothes, and the size of the coat is obviously larger than one size, and the pants fit unexpectedly... This kind of aesthetics is a bit strange?Youzhen looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and frowned in disgust. The facial features were still the same as Jiaotu's face, which made Youzhen slightly relieved, and finally she didn't have to worry about facing herself like a stranger.The hair color belongs to the category of normal people, it is probably a kind of light maroon, the hair is slightly long, softly sticking to the curve of the neck, the large white shirt hangs loosely on the young man's thin and thin body, The small and exquisite collarbone is exposed, although it looks clear and empty, but there is always an inadvertent innocent charm in every gesture, which makes Yuma very displeased.Is this forcing the knife man to do something to me?hateful!

In this way, while familiarizing myself with the environment and researching some materials that can be found at hand, I walked around the room as quickly as possible, but I often stumbled and felt extremely depressed.

It can't go on like this... Yuma took off her pajamas, which were already soaked in sweat, and walked into the bathroom.

Maeda Toshiro walked briskly through the corridor, getting closer and closer to the two-story building where the master lived, with a gray exterior wall and white roof, covered with ivy.The boy couldn't bear the joy in his heart, and a warm smile hung on the corner of his lips early.This is the first time he has served as the first valet since he came to Honmaru, and he is so excited that he can't help himself.Although according to the usual practice, everyone takes turns as the first servant, each one day, but it will take more than a month for all of them to take turns.Although the owner is young and somewhat shy, he is a very gentle and kind child.Of course, there are many shortcomings, such as shyness, crying, a little delicate and self-willed, but it also makes him appear more plain and cute.As Fujishiro's last seat, the master is one of the few in Honmaru who can make Maeda feel like an older brother.Xiao Diandao cherished the time of being able to get close to his master on this day, and waited outside the main house early.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Maeda knocked on the door politely, and then opened the door and entered the living room on the first floor of the main house.

"Master? I'm today's valet Maeda Toshiro, have you got up yet?"

The style of the bedroom upstairs is completely different. The living room on the first floor is connected with the study and dining room, and the layout is extraordinarily warm and elegant.

Maeda frowned somewhat unexpectedly, the master should have got up and went downstairs by this time.Hesitantly walked to the stairs, Maeda repeated what he had said before, the voice was a little louder, but still no one responded, but at this moment the dagger could faintly hear the sound of splashing water, are you taking a bath?

"Pfft!"

Owner!Maeda Toshiro ran up to the second floor in three steps and two steps. Not surprisingly, the door of the interrogator's bedroom was locked.

"I'm sorry, master." The dagger was unsheathed, the silver light shone slightly, and the door lock fell with the sound.

Some empty white rooms, like clouds, like snowfields...

Following the sound of water, Maeda quickly pushed open the bathroom door, and saw the boy lying on the ground, the water in the bathtub had overflowed, a layer of light red was floating on the white tiles, and blood was still flowing from the boy's forehead. Flowing from the wound...

Today's "Yumemaru" was awakened by the exclamation of the first valet, Toshiro Maeda, who changed his voice.

Hiss...It hurts so much, I really miss the previous game characters, at least the pain is not so strong, the tears are coming out from the pain, hanging from the corners of the eyes, it is a bit itchy to drip or not.Thinking of this, Yuma felt a finger gently wipe away the teardrops hanging from the corner of her eyes, and then tucked the corner of the quilt for herself.Well, like Xue Ying, when she doesn't know how to take care of patients, she will keep covering people with quilts...

Who is it?If it's you who is by my side at this time... that's fine...

After saying that name silently several times, it was deeply buried in the bottom of my heart.Yuma once again sorted out the way to deal with this bitter trick that he decided to use in a hurry, and then slightly opened his eyes, you are...

On the surface of the deep blue sea, the golden crescent moon streamed, and the worry and distress in the eyes were too late to take back. Seeing the sober boy, more tenderness and pampering poured out again.

"Very good, very good, you finally woke up, but you scared that kid from Maeda...

Still want to sleep?Do you want... to come into my arms? "

The author has something to say:

Oh my god, it's so amazing. I wrote an issue yesterday, but I got 171 for the first time today. What's the matter? They all want to marry my little flower, don't they?Tsurumaru, Jiang Xue, do you want to think about it?

Sanriyue is online, Sahua!

I haven’t had time to think about how this complicated copy of Guess I Guess Everyone Guess will end. I welcome your valuable opinions. Maybe your words will give me inspiration and save your favorite characters from being broken. What about fate?

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Finally, I would like to thank all the friends who supported me and supported me to write all the way to the present, and also thank those readers who did not choose to read my text but did not leave messages to attack me. Thank you for your tolerance and care for the newcomers.

For those who leave comments and don’t like my words, I’m sorry that my writing style is limited, and my articles didn’t make you feel happy, but radish and cabbage have their own preferences. Although I don’t agree with your way of reading and expressing, but I have no right or obligation to criticize and educate you. I just hope that both reading and writing can understand each other better.

Free writing and sharing is also said to be mentally retarded. This is the first time I have encountered it, and it may not be the last time. I am also powerless to resist this kind of overwhelming negativity and malice. The reality is so helpless, let alone this virtual online world. ... If there are too many times, I don't know if my heart is strong enough and whether I can persevere.But at least now, I will treat my articles and readers kindly, and I hope that my efforts can be treated kindly by more people. Even if you are stingy and express your kindness, you can always ignore it, but please don’t easily trample on other people’s wishes!

(Actually, it’s been a long time since I saw that comment. I didn’t intend to talk about it at first, because after saying this, some people will think that the author is hypocritical and stupid, and maybe it will be worse, but I couldn’t help but write it after holding it for a long time. If I read a big article before, the general idea is that if every reader treats all food-producing authors with indifference, harshness, or violence, then maybe one day you will have nothing to read and no food to eat, so it’s still I have been so long-winded again, as usual, I would like to express my sincere thanks to all the friends who have seen this place, bow!)