[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

After drinking the wine in the small cup, Fusangshen, who had never been in contact with alcoholic products before, mostly understood why Jiro Japan and the others liked wine, even to the point of obsession, because this little After drinking a glass, even the most restrained sword wants to have some more.

"It's obviously the first time I drink it, but there's a feeling of nostalgia in it."

Sanriyue closed his eyes and recalled, the moment he drank the wine, he felt that his body and mind seemed to be occupied by a feeling called happiness, which made him not want to eat other things to destroy this taste.

"So you are too." The honey-colored pupils of Yiqi Yizheng showed a look that seemed to be intoxicated, "It's like coming home in the winter, and the younger brothers immediately brought hot tea."

The young Fusangshen, especially those from the Shinsengumi, don’t know which memory they recalled, maybe it’s a part they’ve forgotten and haven’t remembered yet, maybe it’s just a little bit of warmth It feels like when several people look at me and I look at you, they all smile with the same emotion.

"I heard that I can still have a good dream at night. I'm looking forward to it from now on."

Qingguang was the first to pick up the chopsticks, lowered his head and poured food into his mouth with big mouthfuls.An Ding saw the tears in the corner of his eyes, said nothing, and pushed the soup bowl towards Qing Guang's left hand.

"It's easy to choke if you eat so fast."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Guang covered his mouth and turned his head away to cough indiscriminately. The first time he recovered, he glared at An Ding: "It's all your fault for talking nonsense, which made me cough up tears."

"Then I'm sorry."

An Ning shrugged, picked up the side dish and put it on the rice and ate it quickly.

There are not a few people who eat as quickly as he does.

Cang Li obviously came to the restaurant by order, but before he arrived, he had not had time to eat a bowl of rice, most of the Fusangshen had already retreated, leaving empty bowls and chopsticks.

"Am I missing something?"

After biting the chopsticks a few times, Cangli looked at Tsurumaru next to him: "It's suspicious, you guys, if you don't share something good with me, the god judge will be angry."

"Then you have to ask His Highness Karasuma."

Tsurumaru kept the wine at the end, facing Cang Li's curious eyes, he picked up the cup and drank it down, mixed the remaining wine with water and drank it down again.

"...Don't you have my share?!"

"Unfortunately, there is nothing left." Ishikirimaru maintained his rhythm, but the empty cup on the table showed the ruthless reality to Cangli, "The wine jar was also taken back by Jiro and Japan."

Don't even think about wine.

"No, I can still rob Jiu Tun." Cang Li slapped the table and decided to go there after dinner, "His wine gourd is the most bullying. In the past, he would definitely spit out the wine after a violent beating."

"But are you sure you'll drink it?"

Mikayue smiled gracefully: "Shuten-douji's weapon seems to be a living object, that big mouth full of fangs...then I can only wish you a good appetite."

"San, sun, moon!" Cang Li almost wanted to kick the head of San Riyue, who was making a mockery look, "It's very fun to tease the gods, huh?"

"Happy." San Riyue replied affirmatively without fear of death, "But if I remember correctly, the back kitchen should make a separate portion for you, remember to drink it, otherwise there will definitely be a thief who loves wine in the middle of the night. Drink up."

Cang Li walked towards the back kitchen angrily, he didn't even need to open his eyes to confirm where the wine was placed, even if he put another ten layers of crisper on it, it couldn't stop the wine's aroma from seeping out.

As expected of the wine brewed by monsters, it tastes completely different from the wine in the real world.

Even if Cang Li is a god judge, he doesn't have any preferential treatment, a shallow layer of wine is probably enough to cover the mouth.

Cangli drank the wine, but Cangli stood still.

No, he moved, he directly opened the shuttle, and the destination was located in Shuten-douji's lounge.

Even if the wine was vomited out of the gourd, I would admit it, and it must be vomited out without a drop.

After stepping on Jiutun and finding that he was not moving, Cangli happily picked up the gourd in the corner with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and went to another room.

"Hehehehe, let me teach you today, what can be moved and what can't be moved."

Jiu Tun, who was sleeping soundly, never expected that when he finally digested the alcohol in his belly, what he saw when he opened his eyes was the gourd hanging from the beam of the house, looking like a standard hanged ghost.

He didn't pay attention to why the gourd became like this, he tore off the rope hanging the other party, and asked about the whereabouts of the wine.

"Huh? They were all taken away?"

A bolt from the blue hit Jiu Tun's head, he clenched his fists, and was about to go out to find someone to settle the score.

"Morning."

"morning."

Yao Yan was sitting on the sofa, with a cup of steaming coffee on the coffee table: "Why don't you sleep a little longer today, I remember it's still half an hour before you wake up."

"The dream is so beautiful, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up if I keep on doing it."

Luan made himself a cup of coffee with countless cubes of sugar, hugged the cup and nestled on the foot of the sofa: "Yaoyan, have you ever imagined that besides the memory of being with the master, we also have a memory of our own? that part of ourselves."

"The part you said, probably all the Fusangshen in Honmaru have now remembered."

It is true that I am Oda Nobunaga's protective sword, but probably even the Demon King himself could not have imagined that at some point, Yaken Toshiro beside him is just a shell.

As for the real drug research, I went thousands of miles away to participate in the sword gathering.

"I saw something very interesting." Yaoken described what he had dreamed, "Actually, I have always wondered why Awataguchi's brothers are scattered in different hands, and there is basically no chance to meet them. Once you see each other, you can treat each other as your own family."

"Hahaha, actually, I have the same question." Luan stuck out his tongue mischievously, "Brother Yiqi is a sword that was installed later, why have we been missing him since we were summoned here, and waiting for him to really come here?" After appearing in Honmaru, I can act like a baby with him naturally, as if the missing years never existed."

"Of course it's because you've been like this for a long time."

Yizhen looked at Yaoyan and Luan, and showed a smiling face they had seen the most and was the most familiar: "It's rare that we all get up early, why don't we make breakfast for them, there must be someone who wants to stay in bed today .”

Yao Yan calmly pushed down his glasses: "Brother and Luan, you were busy in that period, and the lab still had some final work to do, so you don't have to call me for breakfast."

"But you have to eat it too." Randomly picked up the snack plate on the coffee table and stuffed it to Yaoyan, "But you will definitely regret it if you missed the craftsmanship of me and brother Yiqi."

Regret not dying sooner?

An obscure light flashed through the pupils hidden behind the lenses, Yao Yan took the plate and walked quickly to the laboratory.

Those who choose to stay in bed today, you are destined to remember this day forever.

Maybe it's because he has been calling himself a grandfather for too long, before dawn, Sanriyue opened his eyes slowly like an old man who didn't sleep well. After counting all the entries, he heard Xiaohuwan's voice telling him to get up.

Pretending to be sleepy, she replied to Xiaohuwan, and Sanriyue lay in bed for a while before she lifted the quilt and dressed slowly.

What an incredible wine.

The memory area that was covered like a mist finally revealed a bit of concealed traces. It turned out that in his past, apart from changing hands between different people and staying on the knife holder, there were such elegant times.

The Fusangshen left an empty shell as a cover. Once every ten years, they will be in a certain cherry blossom forest hidden in the middle of the mountain forest. The swords belonging to the same sword school can only see each other's face at this time. I still remember that the youngest in the Sanjo family was obviously himself, but now...

The immature appearance of the sword makes it hard to imagine that it was originally a big sword.

The opponent sharpened it several times, and finally turned into a short sword. Sanriyue saw these changes, and it may be that since then, he has developed the so-called patriarchal mentality, wanting to take care of all the swords .

But human behavior is not at the mercy of him, a Fusangshen.

"Three-day moon, three-day moon~"

Jin Jian's crisp voice sounded outside the door: "Xiaohumaru was worried that you were caught by your clothes again, and asked me to come over and check the situation. If it is true, I will go in now."

"What a troublesome old man."

"The emotion in the latter sentence is superfluous, Jin Jian."

Sanriyue tied the last straps on herself, pulled the clothes to straighten them, and opened the door just as Jinjian broke in: "We can go."

Jinjian seemed a little regretful.

"If you let Ishikirimaru know that the money he saved so hard will be spent on repairing the door, you will understand."

"understood."

Jin Jian puffed his cheeks: "San Riyue, when will you give us another fan dance, after so many years, I only saw it twice."

"No, I'm an old man with limited mobility. What if I twist my waist while jumping?"

Sanriyue smiled and refused: "But you who have seen the past memories, you can no longer be so naive as you are now."

Jinjian deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about, I don't understand at all."

"It's fine if you don't understand." Sanriyue picked it up high and put it down gently, "Today will be a good day."

There was a slight creaking sound from the wooden floor being stepped on, and the frequency of the two people's steps was similar.

Cangli rolled herself into a ball, rolled from the bed to the corner of the bedroom, and then stayed there without moving.

"It's been a long time..." He sighed silently. He really hadn't dreamed of the days when he was only half the size of a palm and could be held in the palm of his hand.

There is also the school life where I stopped by chance but gained good memories. The best part of my past life was shown alone, which touched the softest part of Cangli's heart.

"Damn, I miss them all of a sudden."

The tears that flowed out were directly sucked away by the quilt, Cang Li rubbed his already red eye sockets, and rubbed back the tears that followed, if after seeing the teacher and the others, he could still look forward to meeting other people in the future, then keep it The eldest brother in the earliest memory, he will never see each other.

"Master God Judge, it's time to get up."

Today's valet has already reminded Cangli loudly outside the door: "It's still half an hour before breakfast time, do you need me to go in and help?"

Cang Li, who originally wanted to refuse, found that he was too tightly wrapped just now, and now he can't move.

"need……"

Some muffled voice came out faintly, Jiro became nervous and broke the doorknob.

He made eye contact with Cang Li, who was wriggling with difficulty, and there was an unspeakable silence in the air.