[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"Not satisfied yet?"

In the dream full of a group of young ladies, Cangli heard a voice from a distance, he looked around Fu Sangshen who was trying to save him, and followed the voice to find it.

The scenery in front of him turned from prosperity to desolation, like a flashback version of Cangli's life. In the process of searching, he saw his former friends and enemies he had forgotten. The immobile portraits stood on both sides, like puppets.

Cang Li's footsteps gradually became heavy, and he resisted to move forward, but another voice in his heart said no, no, pushing him closer to the center of the desolate area step by step.

"After playing for so long, don't you feel bored?"

Showing a malicious smile, the speaker made a movement of pinching something, and added a click sound effect: "Just a little force, and they will disappear in this world."

"Stop your fantasies."

Cangli looked at this person who was similar to him but different, and frowned.

"Don't put your ideas into my head."

"Am I not you?" Cang Li frowned even more when he heard his innocent tone, "Because of the reason you stopped, your heart has become weak, if you continue like this, this Sooner or later the body will become mine."

"When the time comes, whether it's your ration pack, or your memory, or maybe those little devils outside looking at you with trusting eyes, I will help you crush them one by one."

"And you can only sit here, like me now, watching this movie where you are the protagonist from the No.1 perspective, how about it, do you feel looking forward to it?"

Cangli turned a deaf ear to these malicious words, he watched the other party's performance quietly, and finally gave his own applause at the right time.

"The last time I was able to lock you in here, then you will never want to get out of here."

This kind of thing that condenses maliciousness, if it is released, it will only pollute the world, and if it is locked in the depths of his soul, he can only affect himself at most, and his inferior persuasive power, to be honest, can't be bothered. Every time I see the performance of the other party, I always feel that I am seeing a failed comedy.

"It's really boring."

The child who looked exactly the same as Cang Li but had black hair and eyes rolled his eyes boredly, and directly let the sand surge into a comfortable sofa to lean on.

"But this boring life should come to an end."

In the next second, he appeared in front of Cangli, poking Cangli's heart with his outstretched index finger.

"Didn't you hear it? You've been chanting these two words yourself, I just kindly helped you say it."

"thank you for your kindness."

Cang Li took a step back before he touched her, and released an ice wall to separate the distance between them.

"Next time, don't talk casually in my dream, it's off-putting."

"If you continue to play house with them, I will harass you three times a day on time." The black-haired frown was too unhappy, "Kids are nightmares, I don't want to see them anymore, the more I look at them The more you want to kill them, if you don't do it, I will come by myself."

"Calm down on your own."

Cangli released a bell-shaped block of ice, and locked this malicious group inside that made people want to kick him away as soon as he opened his mouth.

He went back the same way and looked at the people in his memory again. This was one of the reasons he hated coming here the most. Every time he was forced to recall his past, and some things that had been stuffed in the trash can were also lost. Will be pulled out and watched again.

Compared with the maliciousness that can only be talked about, these memories are the existence that can most affect Cangli.

"But you're right, this kind of life is indeed a bit boring."

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Cangli opened his eyes, and beside him was the sound of light breathing, which came from today's lucky person, the little lucky boy from God's family, Wuji Zhenzong.

After tucking in the quilt for Xiaozheng, Cangli quietly moved himself off the bed, turned into a chinchilla and ran to the top of the White Tower, basking in the moonlight, and began to deal with the company's accumulated affairs.

There's no way, you can't expect a group of radish heads to manage the company, temporarily fooling the past with the reason of the high-level executives going out for inspection, but half a month is about to pass, and the company will be cold if the high-level executives don't come back.

Rather than being surrounded by cubs, it is more important to let them transform back to deal with the documents as soon as possible.

The little chinchilla's paws swung into Avalokitesvara, and the extra parts were all afterimages. Wu Ji, who dragged the rabbit doll to find him, looked at the figure jumping up and down, and opened his mouth wide.

"A lot, Lord God Judge."

Just like how it is described in the comics that he can summon multiple selves at once, Cangli's current behavior is a standard fantasy blockbuster in Wu Ji's eyes.

"Button your clothes and talk."

Cang Li, who has evolved into a standard old lady, first reminded Wu Ji to be careful of catching a cold, then stopped and ran in front of Wu Ji: "Why did you suddenly wake up?"

"I didn't see you when I got up." Wu Ji pursed his lips a little aggrieved, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

This is probably the panic that every fusangshen will have. Cangli, who got up in the middle of the night to catch up with work, can encounter it four times out of five times. Only Jiro didn't get up because he slept too deeply. The rest of the trumpet swords are all in Cangli. Not long after Li got up, he brought his doll to find him.

"Then sit with me for a while, there is still a little work left, and it will be done soon."

He dug out the cushion and jacket, and miraculously took out a ceramic cup, which contained steaming milk. He used these to fully equip Wuji, and he would never let the children freeze in the middle of the night.

Then the picture changed, from Cangli to back to a child sitting on the cushion, and Wu Ji sat in his arms wrapped in a coat and holding a cup, watching Cangli manipulate the screen in front of him with one hand to handle the work.

His body shrunk, and the knowledge he had learned was gone with the wind. After watching it for a while, Wu Ji yawned. The text on the screen turned into dancing sheep, making him drowsy.

It really is a real child.

If it was in the past, he would be able to hand over some simple documents to Fu Sangshen, and Fu Sangshen was quite willing to help Cangli solve the difficulties, because they also hoped that their interrogators would have more time to rest.

"When will you grow up?"

With Wuji blocking the night wind, Cangli thought a little distressed, you guys are so cute when you're small, but I can't handle the god judges anymore.

"Da Baoping, good morning."

Da Baoping, who was still sleeping, jumped up, and subconsciously touched the Taidao next to the pillow. After hearing another childish greeting, he finally realized that he had arrived at someone else's territory, and was sleeping in the pajamas provided by others. In the room provided by others, it is not very good to use a knife.

And this voice...

"It's you again, Umaru."

In Xiaoyingwan's heart, if the attachment to Cangli is the first, then this big Baoping who appeared with Xiao Karawan is his second most concerned object.

So when Cangli was pestered by other people and couldn't take care of him, Yingwan ran to Dabaoping's door with her fluffy bear bag on her back, took out a small notebook and took notes seriously.

"There should be no one else but me, and I will come to you."

Xiao Karasuma's previous intention to do something to Cangli still affected Honmaru's Fusangshen, and this feeling also continued to Dabaoping.

In addition, Honmaru's current sensible swords are mainly short knives. If they don't like something, it is very obvious in actions and words, and if it is put on Da Baoping, it means that he has been treated uniformly and coldly by everyone, except for necessary No one will show him excess kindness.

The special case is Xiao Ying Wan.

Putting on slippers, Xiao Yingmaru walked into the living room with a rattling sound, and saw the instant noodle boxes on the table at a glance, piled up five or six in a row and turned into a hill.

"Da Baoping's dinner yesterday was instant noodles, and the flavors are..."

Xiao Yingwan took notes in the notebook, and Da Baoping leaned against the door frame with a black face and watched Yingwan going about her daily life: "Don't you find it boring to memorize these boring things every day?"

The pen paused for a moment, then started to draw smoothly again.

Compared with using regular Chinese characters to record, Yingwan is still better at using stick figures at this stage, such as braised beef-flavored instant noodles, he used a red pen to draw a cow, with a few tildes beside it to represent noodles, and drew it on the top In addition to the moon, there is also yesterday's date.

"Actually, I only ate three boxes for dinner, and the rest was supper."

Watching Yingwan finished drawing the last prawn, Da Baoping slowly explained the situation.

Xiaoyingwan looked at Da Baoping with accusing eyes, why didn't she tell me earlier.

After the painting was finished, he said that he was going to repaint it again, and the workload was much more.

"Who told you not to ask?"

Da Baoping stretched his waist, boiled a pot of water for himself, and took out the noodle bucket in the cabinet to continue the recipe from last night.

Yingmaru hesitated for a few minutes between redrawing and turning a blind eye. After smelling the scent of the seasoning bag, he chose the latter. He took out his lunch box from the bag, which contained a healthy and delicious children's set meal, or chestnut I specially ordered it from Wanwu for them, and it was delivered together with a bottle of milk every day.

The two Fusangshen, one big and one small, faced each other, and quietly—only Yingmaru—had breakfast.

"If there is anything good in this world, it is probably this kind of convenient and delicious food."

Xiaoyingwan quickly recorded what Dabao Ping said just now.

"There's no need to write this kind of thing in a notebook."

It wasn't any important information, the first feeling of being solemnly recorded would only be so embarrassing that you would fly.

"...I don't know either." Yingmaru said with doubts, "It's just that I think it should be done, so I did it."

"Don't you think you shouldn't be recording these things at all?"

Da Baoping remembered that the cover of the book a few days ago did not have this pattern. Could it be that Ying Wan had finished writing a book and replaced it with a new one?

I have to say, you are telling the truth.

"Until now, you are the only one who said that." Yingwan answered Dabaoping's question seriously, "In the absence of comparison, I can't list your opinion as a solution to the matter."

"Okay, okay, what you said is right, as long as you are happy."

Da Baoping felt that if this conversation continued, he would only usher in a suffocating ending, so he simply and neatly brushed it off.

"Then what is Da Baoping going to do today?"

He won't be angry if he gets fooled, and Umaru asked the question that he would say every day.

"Let's go and see what's happening near Sanri Yuezong."

How could Da Baoping, who puts the task of challenging the Five Swords of the World at the top of his list, backed down because of the status quo? He had to check on the situation of Sanriyue every day, and handed out his battle post as soon as the opponent changed back, and then He defeated him openly and squarely, showing that he was no worse than him.

Da Baoping became cheerful.