[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

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Yamabuchi was still in a drowsy sleep, awakened by the reminder message he edited, he groped for a long time on the bedside table and finally found the glasses he had thrown away before falling asleep last night.

Some bulky black-rimmed glasses with no prescription at all.

The only function is to make him feel a little more secure when he disguises himself and goes to a bookstore in this world to buy books.

Unexpectedly, it has developed to the point where he is inseparable from his daily life, just like Yaken, who does not wear glasses when he is out in battle, always puts on a pair of thin-rimmed glasses when he is in Honmaru, which has a very low sense of presence. Little things, once you get used to it, you can't live without it.

"...Can I pretend I didn't see it?"

Received the same message every week, Yamabukiri began to scorn himself for why he started so many serial novels on impulse, and many serials he only had one fragment, and he lost it when he wrote that fragment interest in the book as a whole.

The computer screen next to him was still on, and he was more used to the touch of typing on the keyboard than the way of paper and pen, so he specially bought a set of machines that he felt most comfortable and put them in the bedroom, specially for writing novels.

"It seems that I still have an internal episode arranged for me today."

Yamabachi went to the bathroom to take a shower in a daze, and then stood in front of the sink and brushed his teeth stupidly with his wet hair on his head. For him, everything that happened now was like a dream.

Only the continuous reminder messages sent to him told him that this was reality.

——Why don't I just keep dreaming.

Putting on his own uniform, the familiar red sportswear pulled him back to the state of Honmarutsusu's dejection, some fluffy short blond hair, and those sea-blue eyes, according to the standards of the world, this is completely Is the standard handsome configuration.

Fortunately, the judge didn't have the idea of ​​arranging my debut.

Yamabuchi trembled for a moment, hesitated for three seconds with his hand reaching for the white cloak, opened the door and ran towards the cultivated field.

If I'm doing physical work, I'd better not wear this thing that hinders my work.

Before he knew it, the cloak that would have brought him peace of mind and allowed him to erect a defensive barrier in the crowd had become something that would hinder his existence in Yamabashi's cut.

When we arrived at the place, Yamabukikori, who had already rolled up his sleeves and waved a hoe in the field, greeted Yamabugiri in a loud voice: "Yamabugiri, you came just in time. Help me pass the basket next to me."

"Good, good."

Yamabuchi picked up the pannier at his feet, and threw it to Yamabuku Kunihiro: "I'm here to help too."

"The two of us work together, and we will definitely be able to get this place done quickly. You can feel the natural atmosphere while cultivating the land. It's really fun!"

Slightly staggered a step to avoid the sweat waving from the opponent's wide open and close movements. I don't know how long Yamabuku Kunihiro came early. This exaggerated amount of sweat could not have been caused in just a few minutes.

"Or I came too late..."

"How could it be?" Shanbushi wiped off the sweat on his forehead with a towel around his neck, "Everything is for practice, and I just came early to practice for more time."

"……Thanks a lot."

Yamabuchi began to reflect on himself. It seems that since he started writing novels, he has become lazy. He spends most of his time in front of the computer, either reading books or typing on the keyboard. I know something happened and I overslept.

"Mr. Yamabushi, after today's Hatadangban is over, can you go to Tegai with me to compete?"

If you don't move your body, your blade will rust.

"No problem, competition is also a kind of practice, I am very happy, little monk."

The two of them unanimously accelerated the speed of hoeing the ground. Compared with the physical work of this repetitive movement, it is more exciting to have a hearty sparring.

Yamabagiri and Yamabuk Kunihiro are just a corner of the huge Honmaru.

Karasuma sat among the branches, her legs swaying slightly in the breeze.

"It's so peaceful..."

— made me almost fall asleep.

He was a little bored feeling the spiritual power fluctuations from Fusangshen's body. Just from this, he could tell what the people in this pill were doing.

I was a little excited because of Sanriyue's speech before, thinking that these people would immediately tear off their hypocritical masks and go to other people's houses to have a good fight. As a result, none of the expected scenes came true. As Hasebe said, other people's affairs will not affect him.

It seems that everyone has lost that memory.

"When will we do it?"

A little bird chirped and landed on the branch, tilting its head to look at the little Karasuma. It bounced and approached, but when it was about to touch the opponent, the person in front of it disappeared, only the tail of its hair was raised. Sweeping its beak, this naughty little guy flew straight away.

Yawning, Karasuma raised his feet and walked towards the restaurant, or else he would also go to the real world to play?Always staying in the same place is really easy to make people sleepy. The retrograde army on the battlefield is pitifully weak, and he can't do his duty as a sword if he wants to.

But peace, it is too much to kill the fierceness of the sword.

"So you're getting impatient?"

Cangli carried the milk bottle to complete his daily tasks: "This world will only be more peaceful than here, and it must abide by the rules of human beings. Are you sure you want to go?"

"Isn't there even a retrograde army?"

Little Karasuma felt rather regretful: "Then there will always be some monsters that can be killed for fun."

"You think too much." Cang Li looked helpless, "The present world is no longer the place you know, where are there any monsters for you to practice now, the big monsters are now employees of our company, if you If we kill our company, we won’t be able to keep going, so you will be responsible for raising so many mouths to eat.”

It's a realistic question that people can't refute. When Karasuma came here, he was empty-handed. Now he is wearing clothes, eating in the morning, and staying in the room at night, all provided by Cangli for free.

As the saying goes, a penny can't beat a hero, and today's strongest Fu Sangshen, facing the tragic reality, can only bow his head.

"Although I don't know what you are impatient about, but if you are really bored, I have a place I can recommend to you." Cang Li rubbed his chin, thinking of a good place, "San Riyue should tell you something. For the matter of testing Honmaru, if it was Fu Sangshen there, he should be more durable, right?"

"Where do you want me to go?"

Karasuma thought for a while: "Well, this is fine, but I have a special status, so how do I get there?"

Appearing carelessly in the opponent's Honmaru, isn't it just to show that he is suspicious, this method is of course not advisable, Xiao Karasuma is really curious about how Cangli plans to arrange his appearance.

"Do you still remember your own origin? I heard that the Hachikuya of Ise Shrine sent you to the present world. We just need to restore this scene."

Cang Li said it quite easily: "An ambitious person generally thinks that he is blessed by destiny, and will always take the miracles that appear on him for granted. The more bizarre you appear, the more he feels that he is destined. The doomed king even thinks this is a sign."

"It indicates that you feel you can stand on top of the world."

"interesting."

Little Karasuma smiled, and his brows were stretched out, and he was extraordinarily gorgeous: "Then how do you transform this eight-footed crow?"

"I can't change a black-bodied eight-foot crow, but I have a big tengu with black wings now." Cangli smiled slyly, "Please ask him to dye his hair black and give it to someone. It shouldn't be a problem. Inside, players are surrounded by eating tofu, and he must be happy to help."

As Cang Li expected, after hearing that he could leave the game, Daitengu directly chose to teleport to Honmaru without even asking the reason, with his two pitch-black wings folded behind him, he looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly.

"Give me something."

Cangli pushed an antique wooden box to Datengu's hand: "You just need to take the things there and leave them at the door of Honmaru."

"So simple?" Why don't you go by yourself?

"Who made me have no wings?"

Cangli looked at the two big wings of Ootengu with envy: "Although there is a danger of hair loss, the wings are definitely a good prop to increase your demeanor."

Being stared at with such eager eyes, Ootengu felt that two holes would be burned in his wings, so he took the box on the table and walked out immediately.

I feel like I won't be able to keep my wings if I don't take them.

"You don't know the address yet. Why are you running?" Cang Li chased after him, waving a small piece of paper, "Go to the yard over there to find the turntable, and say that I let you use teleportation, otherwise the child might send you To an inexplicable place."

Among other things, let Karasuma and Ootengu go to another world together, it would be like an explosion.

"Crap."

Big Tengu walked forward quickly, and Cangli's two short legs chased after him with great difficulty.

Just put it here.

Looking at the unremarkable door in front of him, Datengu recalled what Cang Li said just now, it seems that he only needs to put this box at the door.

Then, how do I go back?

He still didn't know that when he teleported over, the turntable specially added exaggerated special effects, and the appearance of the seven-colored auspicious cloud that exuded a charming fragrance gave the big tengu, who was still shrouded in smoke, a sense of immortality.

He was wearing a pure white kimono, only his wings and hair were pure black, and the things he held in his hands were naturally unparalleled in the world.

All of this, in the eyes of Seiichiro Fujima who hurried over, is proof that he is favored by heaven.

Yes, this is my destiny.

I will succeed in becoming the master of this world.

His fingers were deeply embedded in the gate, and his breathing became more and more rapid. After looking at it for a long time, his eyes fell on the wooden box in Datengu's hand.

Fujima Seiichiro swallowed, feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Could it be that the box was a divine weapon bestowed on him by God? What should it be?

"Main hall, please step back."

Hasebe drew his sword to protect the God-inspector. How could such a monster of unknown origin allow him to easily approach the fragile God-inspector.

"Get out of the way."

Almost unable to hold back his expression, Fujima patted Hasebe's shoulder: "It's okay, this is our turning point."

With this proof, it means that God is standing by my side. Yes, temporary setbacks are nothing, they are just inevitable setbacks on the road to success.

The big tengu felt that the naked eyes of the human being on the opposite side were disgusting. He threw the box over and immediately flapped his wings and left here. Don't care about how he will go back later. If he stays in this dirty environment, he will really want to vomit. out.

Then someone exclaimed.