[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"What kind of information did the God Judge give us?"

Busy with the company and Honmaru, when his personal time was squeezed to the limit, Cangli stuffed them with an amazing piece of information through Hasebe's hands.

At least from the perspective of Fu Sangshen, it is an astonishing existence.

"It turns out that besides our god judge, there are other people who want to replace the government of the time." The first issue was thoughtful, but when this information was placed in front of them, they knew the person's identity. The dream is shattered, and even his own ambition has become something that can be clearly marked and put on the table.

It's really pitiful.

"Maybe he would have succeeded if we hadn't interrupted him."

Hasebe smiled contemptuously, and drew a beautiful pancake and hung it in front of Fusangshen. Only those naive subordinates of his Honmaru would believe that his judges were really dedicated to "the people".

A capital sad.

Because this information is too important, Sanriyue deliberately picked a time when everyone was around and took it out. Everyone had a few thin sheets of paper in their hands. In the past, the notifications were conveyed with optical brains, but others did it because of this. Slightly surprised by the unusual measures, when they read the contents of the paper, the collective fell into silence.

"This is probably the fate of us who belong to weapons."

The test Honmaru numbered one, all Fusangshen can be described as war machines, their personal feelings have been obliterated to almost non-existence, everyone's mission is to do their best to eradicate the retrograde army, unless they are seriously injured, they cannot act Will not be called back to Honmaru by the god judge.

After returning to Honmaru, they were brought into the room by other people, put into the repair pool, took an accelerator, and then continued to engage in endless killing karma. From opening their eyes to closing them, the knives in their hands kept waving,

Only occasionally, their god judge who stayed in the center of Honmaru would come out, gently stroke their heads, and give some simple encouragement to these fusangshen who were desperately trying to bring him honor.

"It's too much."

"It shouldn't be like this."

Fu Sangshen, who has seen many tragedies, still feels heartbroken that his own kind has been treated like this.

"They also have feelings."

It's just the remaining feelings, which have been exhausted in countless times of swinging knives. They no longer have the strength to think about things other than survival, how to get less injuries in endless battles, and how to protect themselves. Go down and help your companions, in order to save blood, they put all their energy into it.

"But in the eyes of humans, we are indeed replaceable, aren't we?"

Sanriyue knocked on the table and asked everyone to focus on him: "Our god judges always inadvertently push us to the position of the savior. After reading this information, you will continue to understand what happened to them." Is it indifferent? Impossible, and facing Fusangshen who killed dozens of times more than us, the only thing I can say is that this is a tough battle, and we will lose if we don’t fight well.”

"Absolutely not."

Zong San slowly showed a bloody smile: "In my life, this word does not exist."

"What an arrogant statement." Yan Rong slammed his fist on the floor, "However, it's just what I want."

"It seems that some people can't restrain themselves anymore, but no one can act rashly until they have a complete battle plan."

Hasebe didn't care about the strong killing intent shrouded in the room: "This is the end of today's meeting, and when you go out, just pretend that nothing happened."

"Don't affect our own mood because of other people's affairs."

As soon as the order to adjourn the meeting was given, Fu Sangshen started to leave in twos and twos, and the three remaining at the end looked at the expression of Fu Sangshen who was leaving, thinking about each other.

"But Hasebe, you are really ruthless."

Sanriyue sighed with emotion at the first issue, but did not control the volume: "I directly summarized this material with other people's affairs, and some people's hearts were chilled after hearing it."

"What joke are you telling?"

Hasebe's face remained normal: "If it wasn't for the things planned by this person that would affect the supervisory organization, I believe you would definitely not take action."

"It was completely seen through." Sanriyue fanned her new favorite folding fan recently, and joked with Yiqi Yizhen who had been smiling bitterly, "Working with us two ruthless people, Yiqidian, you are really pitiful."

"...I will take my leave first."

The smile couldn't be maintained, so he got up and left the room with a heck and a heck.

"Oops, if I angered the most dedicated first-phase hall, doesn't that mean that I haven't been lazy recently." San Riyue said with some distress, "Why don't you help me share part of the matter, after all, because of You caused it."

"Who caused it, don't you still know?"

Hasebe stood up and nodded slightly, then strode away.

"Leave me here as a lonely old man, you really don't have any love for your compatriots."

San Riyue patted the non-existing dust on her body, and strolled around the Honmaru slowly, it had not been so leisurely for a long time, the scenery inside the Honmaru was a little strange, it was not good.

This is my only shelter.

How big can a person's heart be?

The black words on the white paper make an intuitive display for all.

The man named Fujima Seiichiro, the strongest and obedient among the existing god judges who obey the current affairs, is dreaming an unrealistic dream. He wants to use the power of Fusangshen in his hand to master the power of time. The government, starting from the government of the time, then conquered the whole world.

When this dream is written down, people will inexplicably feel that he is serious and funny. It is still possible to master the government of time and conquer the world?I'm sorry, this kind of second-year and arrogant idea, is it possible that someone will really want to realize it?

Yes, Fujima Seiichiro is such a person, and he is still fighting steadily, slowly moving towards the established goal step by step. If it hadn't been for Cangli's intervention, then he might have already put several Honmaru Into the bosom, and use this as a basis to oppose current affairs.

"It turns out that we have been counted by him as something in his own hands since the day we fell into darkness."

Fudo Xingguang shook the paper between his fingers, the man on the first piece of paper with a quiet and restrained smile didn't look like someone who secretly planned such a thing, he should look like the kind who would stand up At the gate of Honmaru, send a sentence of your hard work to Fu Sangshen who has worked hard on the task.

"It should be the same as Himekoji Tokiharu."

He closed his mouth belatedly. Hasebe had always reacted to this name very much before, and Fudo Xingguang didn't want to bump into the opponent's muzzle at this time.

"It's all the same, with different appearances." Hasebe didn't respond unexpectedly, "You don't need this expression, the past events can no longer disturb my heart, I have dedicated my life to the main hall."

"Okay, I know you are the ultimate master, so there's no need to emphasize it to me every day." Fudo changed the candy on the left side of his mouth to the right. In order to keep him from drinking, Hasebe bought him a dozen There is a box of candy, and let him eat one every now and then to curb his alcohol addiction.

No, I haven't quit drinking yet, and my teeth are about to get decayed.

And now he is the only dagger in this pill that smells of sweet candy on his body. When he thinks of this fact, he doesn't want to go out without Xingguang, and he feels somewhat desperate.

"Hasebe, how did you get that key back then?" Fudo Yukimitsu suddenly thought of this. When Jixiaolu Shiqing was still around, this key was always in her hand, " You shouldn't have stolen it."

"She gave it to me on her own initiative."

Hasebu subconsciously wanted to cover his chest: "She said, if the judge you meet next goes too far, she will take you away with the key, and if she is a good person, give him the key."

"... When did she give it to you?"

"On the night of Shenluo's plan, the last person she saw before she died was me."

He was at a loss for words, and after a long time he whispered, "Then don't let other people know."

I have been thinking about Oda Nobunaga's immovability, and he has not been particularly touched by who his god-inspector is. The news revealed by Hasebe made him realize the impact of this truth. For example, Himekoji has long been Knowing the plan of Fusangshen, she still chose to die.

For example, behind the tormenting them back then, there was a secret that Fu Sangshen did not know.

"Don't let other people know." He urged again: "For the sake of the peace of Honmaru, this truth must not be revealed."

"As long as you don't spit out the truth after drinking."

Hasebe smiled: "Now the person who knows about this matter in Honmaru is you besides the main hall. If it is known by others, it is you who leaked the secret. I think you also know the importance of the matter."

"Isn't it for everyone's peaceful life that I have to abstain from alcohol?"

Fudo Xingguang rolled on the ground in pain, holding his head in great displeasure: "Why did you tell me, why did you tell me, why did I ask you that question."

"There are not so many whys, it's just you asking me to answer."

And seeing you in so much pain relieved me a lot of the burden of being alone with a secret.

Part of the heaviness was transferred to someone else, and Hasebe felt a lot more relaxed. He looked at Fudo and cried, thinking that if he knew this secret earlier, he could let Fudo quit drinking in a fair manner, then he would tell it earlier up.

"I still have something to do, you can cry slowly here."

Hasebe enjoyed the still performance for a while, and found that there was not much rest time left, and he needed to continue working. With a little regret, he returned to his desk on time.

Fudo himself made a fuss for a while and then stopped. Sunlight came in through the glass window. He lay in a position where there was no direct sunlight, watching the dust flying in the air.

The back of the press-cut Hasebe is really hard, and such a big secret is carried on it without bending at all.

What an amazing man.

But now I want to become such a man, alas.

Fudong's heart sank, he was confident in his drinking capacity, he could usually get drunk after drinking a sweet wine, and it was even more impossible to keep a thousand cups like Jiro Japan.

In order to make a slip of the tongue after drinking, he had to completely quit drinking and block all the channels that would reveal the secrets of fans.

"Forget it, jump into the hole you dug yourself."

It's all because of my curiosity. If there is no such problem, Hasebe will not tell the truth smoothly, so that he can continue to deceive himself, ignore all the details he discovered in the past, and blindfold himself My ears are blocked and I can't receive anything.

"It's really a troublesome former owner. He can't rest easy after death."

He casually pulled a pillow and stuffed it under his head, muttered a few words and closed his eyes.

Himekoji Tokiharu's departure opened Pandora's box and released all the misfortunes.

The arrival of Cangli helped them retain their last hope, and led them to take back what they had lost bit by bit.

very nice.