[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"Everyone is here." Cang Li looked at the eyes of the people below looking at him, knowing that he would definitely disappoint some people's expectations today, "I'm going to take six people with me when I go out this time."

"Only six!"

As expected, Fu Sangshen immediately objected: "The Fusangshen of No. [-] Honmaru is famously powerful. If you are caught and injured by them, we will definitely go crazy!"

Of course, it is impossible for them to catch you from us.

This is Fu Sangshen's heartfelt words.

"However, there are eight other Honmaru dispatched together today." Of course, Cang Li didn't want to go out with a large group of fusangshen to attract crowds, "We are only going to suppress the rebellion, not to grab the head with others , It is too exaggerated to dispatch so many people."

There is nothing wrong with saying this.

"Then Natsume will go too?"

Compared to his own god judge who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, Natsume, a novice who has just taken office, needs to be protected even more.

"Natsume won't go this time, how can his Fu Sangshen let the children look directly at such a scene." Cang Li had already talked to the other party on the phone, and also calmed Natsume's frustration because of Fusangshen's rejection.

By the way, I also secretly told Mr. Suzuki, Natsume's guardian, that your family's god judge is a little secret secretly planning to follow you.

It's not kind to reveal the secret of the little friend, but if Mikazuki Zongjin really knows that Natsume has done such a thing, the result after waiting will not be solved by ordinary blame.

Maintaining the physical and mental health of minors is the responsibility of every adult.

"And that little girl's Honmaru..." Ishikirimaru also had something to say, "There won't be any problems with their arrangement."

"That little girl never cared about current affairs notices."

And those Fusangshen had already decided who would be dispatched this time.

"So in order to match their candidates, I decided that the Fu Sangshen I brought this time should be staggered from the other party in the choice of knife type and personnel."

Otherwise, it would be too beautiful to call Sanriyue and turn around to look at him.

"Okurigara, Tongdanan Masamune, Kikko Sadamune, Mukichi Sadamune, Taiko Bell Sadamune, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga."

Cangli called out the name of Fu Sangshen who went out today in one breath: "Tsuramaru, when the time comes for the gathering, I will leave you to go to other people's houses to obtain information."

"Ah~" Tsurumaru was a little dissatisfied, "It turns out that my only tachi is still doing diplomacy-related things, don't you think it's a bit overkill?"

"Because everyone knows that you are playful and playful, so you won't be suspected if you run around."

The reason is unassailable.

"When the time comes, please ask Okuri and Tong Tianguan to stand by my side and help me block other people's eyes."

These two fusangshen are not the type to get close to, and no one wants to get close to them when they look fierce.

"Taiko bell and Mukichi, just pretend to restrain the crazy tortoiseshell and don't separate them."

Looking at the trembling tortoise shell, the two younger brothers felt that there was no need to pretend at all, and the tortoise shell's true nature would be enough for them both to have a headache.

"That, that, shall we wait for you at Honmaru?"

Qing Guang looked at Cang Li pitifully: "Can you really take us with you? If you can't take my people with you, at least take my knife."

"If you can bring a knife, it will be your turn."

The short knives collectively gave Qingguang a regretful look. Compared with fighting knives, these short knives are more suitable for the gods to carry with them, but they were all rejected.

"You guys can stay in Honmaru and watch the live broadcast."

Miniature cameras that are far beyond the current level of technology have been floating around, and with the addition of small functions that can hide themselves, Cangli feels that even gods can secretly take pictures.

You can't be on the scene, but at least you are with the interrogator.

Fu Sangshen, who couldn't go out, comforted himself in this way.

"But Urashima doesn't seem to be here today." Cangli counted the number of Shimowakizashi, and there was obviously one missing character with orange hair and joy, "I forgot to mention, everything I saw today is forbidden to spread outside."

"Urashima strained his muscles due to over-training yesterday, and now he is lying on his hands and entering the room for treatment."

Hachisuka thanked Cangli and was still thinking about his younger brother's behavior: "As long as you lie down today, you will be fine, that's what Yaken told him."

"Yes."

Yaoyan gave Cangli a reassuring smile: "General, you can go at ease, we are here in this pill."

"Then I'm leaving."

Taking out a fox mask to cover his face, Cangli entered the little pitiful character setting for a second, carefully pulled the corner of Da Juli's clothes, and waited to be teleported to the location given by Shizheng with others.

"No matter how many times you watch it, the interrogator's face-changing in a second can always surprise people."

It is probably because of such a god judge that Fu Sangshen became good at it, and blazed their own path among a group of innocent characters who did not hide their emotions.

It's really gratifying.

"The main hall, I will guard here, you can rest for a while."

Perhaps because he never thought that he would be betrayed by his subordinates, Seiichiro Fujima's expression remained in a trance from the moment he was attacked, listening to Karasuma's instructions step by step, and now he successfully opened the last attack of Honmaru. Protective means, by the way, also sent out the message for help.

"It shouldn't...become like this."

He had a low tone, fierce emotions rolled in his lowered eyes, and the blood flow was several times faster than usual. Anger and disappointment, fear and peace of mind were intertwined, so he couldn't help but squeeze the clothes on his heart tightly, forcing himself to Calm down and think about how to solve the problem in front of you.

What a useless person.

Karasuma put the knife back into its sheath, looked at the traces on the door frame that seemed to be burned by fire, and smiled slightly ironically.

To be precise, naive.

Fu Sangshen naively believed in the master in front of him, and felt that it was natural for him to be treated like this. All the Fusangshen in the world were like this, there was no difference.

The god judge naively believed in his own ambition, and on the basis of the step-by-step realization of the plan, he was dazzled by the dawn of victory and forgot some important things.

The naive master and servant constitute a farce in front of us.

"What's the situation outside?" Fujima forced himself to ask. Every word he uttered felt like a knife cut through his dry throat. After all, they had been trapped here for a whole day. It didn't matter that Karasuma had spiritual power. The mind of the inquisitor was greatly stimulated and his mind was unstable.

"Still deadlocked."

Karasuma knelt upright and sat facing the door. In order to show respect, she lowered her head slightly and answered Fujima's question: "The barrier of protection is very strong, and they cannot break through it for the time being."

Fujima took two steps forward, hid behind Karasuma and looked out, his Fusangshin, these subordinates who had followed him for five years, now stared at the crumbling gate with blood red eyes .

"They seem to have signs of a dark fall."

Karasuma made a thoughtful addition: "Please step back, your appearance will stimulate their nerves, if their emotions become unstable and they attack the barrier and cause it to break, I'm not sure that the protection will be successful. down you."

In order to make the play realistic, Karasuma suffered a slight injury on purpose. The hem of the clothes was broken, and the exposed calves and arms were covered with fine scratches. The overflowing blood had solidified and interwoven into a fine blood line.

Seeing Karasuma's scar, Fujima's pupils constricted violently, and he wanted to reach out to touch it, but was easily dodged by the other party.

"Please use your spiritual power in more critical places."

He wasn't injured much at first, but after he was healed, he deliberately bumped into the blade of the knife. This kind of crappy trick that had to be performed due to reality, Xiao Karasuma didn't want to try it again.

He walked away from Fujima without leaving a trace, and the other party's customary thoughts rang in his ears again.

For example, how could they betray me, it's impossible, they are my fusangshen.

For example, something must have gone wrong, someone must have manipulated these fusangshen.

Fujima Seiichiro piled all the mistakes on other people's heads, sitting innocently inside the barrier to consolidate his perfect image, he was speaking for himself, and it seemed to be for Karasuma .

Because the fear in his tone couldn't be concealed, he was afraid that if Karasuma left, he would just turn into an ordinary number under Fusangshen Sword.

Death toll, +1.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the god judge inside the enchantment counts like years. He can feel the resentment that is constantly rolling in the heart of the other party to the contract. Those strong feelings will turn into entities and become viscous liquids. Cover him all over.

"It's not my fault, it's not my fault..."

Fujima scratched his arm nervously, scratching himself with pitted nails, bloody and bloody.

Karasuma once again moved away from the increasingly nervous interrogator and sighed.

The time government's action is too slow, the distress signal has been sent out for so long, and no one to appease him has appeared. It's fine if no one comes, at least some supplies will be dropped by air. The spiritual power he obtained from Cangli is Use less and less.

The moonlight is coming through.

The big tengu hidden on the branch not far away is eating the grilled fish in his hand gracefully. Well, after so long groping, he can finally grill delicious fish, which means that his waiting these days has not been wasted.

It's just that the fish meat without saltiness is really unpalatable.

The whirlwind that appeared in his hand shattered the remaining fish bones and branches, and his heartbeat also accelerated slightly. It was the excitement of being able to go out after waiting for a long time.

I will never say that it is painful to be surrounded by little girls and young people in the game.

And next time, never leave without thinking about the opportunity to take a reasonable rest.

Datengu wrote these two philosophies of life into his heart, and he even realized that everything in the world is a pity after comparison.

Among other things, the company's staff meals are many times more delicious than his grilled fish.

The conference room specially vacated by the Government of Time was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

There were only six god judges who appeared on the stage, and the person sitting in the first place was quite satisfied with the number of appearances. For Fu Sangshen, everyone didn't bring many, but powerful swords accounted for the majority.

Only Honmaru No. [-], the atmosphere of the place where the dark fallen swords once gathered is different from other places.

Those two Fu Sangshen who looked at everything fiercely were the rare swordsmen in the venue, and the three brothers Zhenzong next to him, the pink-haired brother looked at people with eyes that made people who had been glanced feel creepy.

It was like being licked by a monster's tongue.

There is also that Tsurumaru Kuninaga with a bright smiling face, the person in charge can only slander, it is indeed the problem Honmaru, each of these fusangshen has a unique personality and a strong aura, and he especially does not want to get close to them.

As for the poor victim, the shivering masked child sitting in the middle of the knife attack, everyone politely ignored him.

Probably to be killed as cannon fodder.

The ending of Cang Li was written in their hearts.