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

After that night's hands-on, there is no doubt that four Awataguchi daggers joined him and Tsurumaru's team, but the opinions of several people were not unified. Rest and recuperate, anyway, now there are god-inspectors who can get spiritual power supplements, no longer have to hunt and kill retrograde troops or the same kind in order to survive; Luan and Yaoyan still miss the partners and brothers who were scattered before, want to find everyone, but don't want to give up Yu really exists.And Tsurumaru said everything to listen to the meaning of the master.In this regard, Yu Zhen said without thinking about it that everyone's goals are very consistent, and they can move forward together, thus gaining four question mark faces.

The young man shyly kneaded his sleeves, and smiled shyly, "We can search for any Honmaru that has not been destroyed by the retrograde army, or is still inhabitable if it is not completely destroyed. ...Anyway, Tsurumaru and I don't have a clear purpose, so I don't think you have any clues, do you?"

The four daggers shook their heads first, then nodded thoughtfully.

"So, if we find this pill that can be used, Yaken and the others can continue to look for companions. Anyway, if they can't find it or come back after being injured, I will still get it for you! Don't be afraid!"

"Is it you who is afraid?" Tsurumaru grinningly stretched out his hand to stretch the boy's slightly fat face, and was satisfied to see that the other party was extremely aggrieved and did not dare to fight back.Trying not to look at the boy's legs, Tsurumaru's voice was a little mischievous, "What would you do if we weren't by your side? Coward?"

"Tsuramaru, how could you treat your lord like this!" Yaken stopped him displeased.

"Ha! I'm happy!" Seeing the funny expression on the little monster, Tsurumaru simply hugged it into his arms and continued to bully him, without giving the slightest glance to the other four, "Don't forget, I am the master's first A knife, those of you who come later need to be a little self-conscious!"

"Virtue!" Luan curled his lips in disdain, such a bad character, sooner or later he would be disgusted by the judges!

"Master is so pitiful, his face is blushing..." Wu Hu Tui couldn't help touching his self-conscious face, empathizing with him.

"Hey, the general has such a good temper, are you embarrassed to resist?" Goto spread his hands helplessly, as expected, Tsurumaru didn't worry about it!

However, in this chaotic world, battles always come unexpectedly.At sunset, their encounter with a group of retrograde troops began.

Yuuma lay on Yakuken Toshiro's back, and was led by him quickly through the dense forest.

"Yakuken, we... Tsurumaru and the others... cough cough cough cough..."

The young man was blown by the gust of wind brought by Fu Sangshen's rapid march, making it difficult to speak, and he was choked and coughed endlessly.Yuzhen put her lips against Yaken's shoulder, trying to suppress the discomfort in her throat.

"Don't worry, we discussed how to meet up in the case of dispersal. My task is to take you out of the battlefield as soon as possible, and I will find them after the battle is over."

Xu Shi was too uncomfortable to hear the series of coughs, and the roar of the enemy behind him gradually weakened, Yaken Toshiro gradually slowed down.

"It's not too strong a retrograde army, it's not a police officer, and it's a forest at dusk, so it shouldn't be too difficult to solve." Yaken comforted the young man behind him again, Youzhen, who was finally relieved, rubbed Rubbing Yaoken's neck, without saying a word, he grunted twice like a cat to show that he knew.

This is a dilapidated forest hut, full of dust and cobwebs, and one or two old clay pots are scattered in the corner, the edges are broken, but the bottom of the pot is intact and barely usable.

At this time, Yuzhen's arm holding Yaken has almost completely lost consciousness, it is numb and painful, it is so uncomfortable to die.Fu Sangshen untied the bandages that tightly bound the boy to himself, and carefully placed him on the ground.Regardless of wiping off the sweat from his forehead, he helped Yuma move her arms to relieve the numbness.

"It hurts... medicine research..."

The young man pursed his lips, with tears in his eyes rolling back and forth, but stubbornly refused to let them fall. He was obviously very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to yell out loud, which made Yaken Toshiro, who was used to his older brother, couldn't help but feel distressed.Looking at Yuujin's legs, thinking about his previous words and deeds, he never took the initiative to mention his Honmaru's sword. Instead, he was so conniving and dependent on Tsurumaru who rescued him later. I'm afraid it's not because his disabled legs were not treated well by his own sword. Woolen cloth?He is obviously such a gentle and kind person...

"It's alright, it's alright, my lord, be good, and the pain won't be over soon!" Seeing the pitiful look of the boy about to cry, Yao Yan used a tone of coaxing his younger brother, and the movements of his hands became softer and gentler. gentle.

It's strange, Youzhen stared at Fu Sangshen's panel information, and kept muttering in his heart, obviously he has such a good attitude, so take care of me, why won't he admit his master?Lian Luan's recognition of himself is higher than his, but this drug researcher's column, his name is still false, why hasn't he made any progress after getting along for so long?I am so unwilling!The degree of depravity is not as good as that of Tsurumaru, but... Could it be that there is something in him that has been dewed, so that he can be aware of it?

After Yuma felt better, Yaken Toshiro began to tidy up the dilapidated wooden house swiftly, threw all the waste out, wiped off the dust with grass and leaves, and even took the trouble to carry Yuma on his back, and managed to find a man nearby. At the small spring, I managed to fetch some water with clay pots, and started a fire in the fire pit in the house non-stop.

Youzhen couldn't help but sigh with admiration that Fu Sangshen, who can go out of the living room and enter the kitchen, is so omnipotent in fighting housework. No wonder my sister always wants to go back to Honmaru... The title of "Waste Wood Judgment Machine" is really not in vain Pass it!

"My lord, drink some hot water!"

Yaken Toshiro carefully blew the water in his hand until it was warm and cool before feeding it to Yuma's mouth, not forgetting to tell him to be careful.

"I'm sorry, my lord..." Seeing the juvenile god judge obediently drinking the water and looking up at him with a confused face, Yao Yan looked apologetic, "Today's situation is special, I dare not leave you alone, I can’t take you to hunt for food, it’s too dangerous, why don’t you make do with it tonight, I guess they should find it tomorrow, I wonder if it’s possible?”

Why?Does that mean you don't have dinner tonight?Forget it, I'm not hungry anyway!

Seeing the obedient nod of the god judge, Yaoken rubbed Youzhen's short dark green hair encouragingly.

"You, you should take a break too, I worked hard for you today..."

"No hurry, there is one more thing to do, have you forgotten?" Yao Yan smiled and knelt beside Youzhen's legs.

The young man hurriedly pressed his hand, his tone was a little anxious, "You don't need to massage my legs anymore, it's useless medicine research, that...it's natural, and it's impossible to recover..." Under the gaze of the other party, Youzhen's voice It is getting lower and lower, and the eyes are wandering around to dare to look at the medicine research.

But this time, Yaken, who has always been obedient, gently took the boy's hand away, with a hint of toughness and determination in his smile, "No, sir, didn't you say that? As a judge of God, you must never be stronger than a sword." If you lost confidence early, then I still have confidence in your legs, what should you do?"

"I..." The examiner was at a loss for words for a moment, and could only watch Yaoyan continue to massage his legs.

This Yaoken Fujishiro, Yuma looked at Fu Sangshen's hands kneading his legs back and forth with a complicated expression. The other party's expression was very focused, and his eyes were serious, without complaints or disgust. He was used to seeing all kinds of people like himself since childhood. I can't even see what's wrong with him at first glance, but... he treats me so well, but he doesn't recognize me as a god judge. Such a thing is really confusing!

The daily lesson was finally over, Yaken took off his coat, covered the drowsy boy, and hugged him with the clothes in his arms.

"Sleep, Tsurumaru country will never be here today, I can only sleep with you in my arms, I hope you don't dislike it..."

"No, how, how could that be?" Feeling being teased, the boy's usually pale face finally turned a little blush, "Yaoyan, you..."

Fu Sangshen tilted his head, patiently waiting for the next sentence of the interrogator.However, Youzhen didn't continue talking, stretched out his arms to hug Yaken, leaned his small head against his heart, and closed his eyes.

Yao Yan waited for a while, seeing that he was indeed asleep, and then closed his eyes.

My lord, you are very good, you are a very good master, I can rest assured as a brother if I can follow you... But, I am sorry, although I am willing to be driven by you, I cannot treat you as my master ...

In the early morning, Tsurumaru and Ran rushed to the wooden house, but unexpectedly, there was no trace of Yuuma here, only a medicine research coat and blood spattered.

"Brother Yaoyan! Oops, something happened!"

Rantoshiro looked anxiously at the other people, especially Wuhutui, "You are the one who is holding back the most, otherwise..."

"Shut up!" Goto flashed a dagger in his hand, "You're not much better yourself, stop yelling at my little one!"

"enough!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga carefully inspected the few traces of the sword, "It's not an enemy like the retrograde army, I'm afraid it's the same kind..."

Five Tigers retreated to look at a small piece of light yellow clothing left on the ground, and couldn't help frowning, "Little Tiger, go check it out!"

Then Wuhu Tui's voice was a little hoarse, "Master and the others seem to have been taken away by other Fusangshen..."

At this time, the expressions of the four people were not very good. On Tsurumaru Kuninaga's white clothes, faint blood patterns gradually appeared, and blood was lingering in the pale golden eyes.Who is it, actually making such a joke with me?Whoever dares to hurt my little monster, I will never let it go!

The white-haired boy, who has always been well-behaved, hugged the little tiger and leaned against the shadows. The tiger's eyes were glistening with blood.It's really... unforgivable, anyone who is as good as the master is shot, damn it!

Rantoshiro laughed when he heard the words, his expression was stern and lingering, ah, who is messing around?

Goto flicked the dagger lightly, his expression indifferent, really, where did he go...he really needs to be tied by his side all the time!

The author has something to say:

I always feel that my writing is terrible, the plot is also very old-fashioned, it is not funny at all but it can't make people cry, the narrative is procrastinated, the description is weak, in short, it is just bad...

But, I just want to simply tell stories, write the stories that come to my mind well, and try my best to tell stories in every article. If one day, I don’t play games, write articles or mix in the sword circle, I will I can also recall through these earnest words that there are such a group of lovely characters in the fantasy world. They once brought me the feeling of love and being protected from the bottom of my heart, which is also a very good thing.

Thank you to every friend who left a message under my little transparent text, thank you to every friend who read my text carefully and is willing to remember me, you are the sunshine, rain, dew and wind of my little grass...

I met Dao Nan in autumn. This love has been fermented for a winter. In this spring, I finally couldn’t help but step into the sword dance circle and write their stories in my heart. Qiuzi Dongmiao Chuncao is me... Thanks!