The judge has a bad temper

Since no one has lived in the room of the inquisitor for a long time, several layers of dust have accumulated, and even the glass of the window is broken.Qingquan, who has money and doesn't like to clean, simply implements the "three light" policy: throw away all bedding and tatami, throw away all furniture except tables, chairs and benches, throw away all books and sundries, and then do a thorough cleaning.

The two of them who had been busy until noon collapsed on the ground exhausted, Qingquan leaned his whole body on Yingwan, and said weakly, "I can't do it anymore, I'm so tired, I'm so tired, you go and cook the meal." !"

The poor Odachi struggled to hold on to the scrap owner, and protested dissatisfiedly, "Dreaming, I'm tired too! Get up quickly, I'm going to be crushed by you!"

Ah, what a sluggish main idea~ Qingquan sat up straight and leaned against the wall slowly while sighing, discussing with Hotaru, "Look, our room is empty, there is nothing, and we haven't got lunch, so why don't we go to Wanwan?" The house is ready! Now the only way to heal my wounded heart is to buy, buy, buy.”

"You're just too lazy to cook!" Hotaru mocked.

"You seem to do what you say!" Qingquan shot back.

"..."

The two pairs of big eyes looked at each other for a while, and they agreed to go to Wanwu to buy first, to solve the imminent survival plan.

Anqiu Fusangshen didn't know where they all went, and Qingquan didn't look for them, lest there be another fight between dragons and tigers.He took out the converter, and the two of them arrived at Wanwu in a while.Wanwu is the center of the market for the gods and Fusangshen. It has the same function as the real world. You can eat, drink and have fun, and you can also buy various resources needed by the gods.Qingquan made a simple list and started to buy everything.

"I'm starving to death, let's go eat first." Hotaru touched her flat stomach and said weakly.

Qingquan was also too hungry, "Okay, don't look for it, just this one." Pointing to the one on the side of the street, the two quickly sat down to order food, and ate their food completely regardless of their image, and were stunned. all the guests.

"Wow, the new god judge? He looks so handsome! It's just that this eating is a bit hard to describe..." God judge A.

"Mr. Ying, your domineering president's personality has collapsed! It's exactly the same as his master!" Judge B.

"Sure enough, Fu Sangshen's fate is to be at the mercy of others. Yingwan, you have also become a bird in a cage, have you lost yourself?" Fu Sangshen said.

"Hahahahahahaha, it's really fun! Where is this place?" Fu Sangshen B.

......

Completely ignoring the chattering in their ears, the hungry two with green eyes started grabbing food regardless of their appearance.

"Ah, my meat!" Qingquan said dissatisfiedly, "You should leave me some, Yingwan!"

Hotaru quickly grabbed the food, "Blame me for being stupid, cut!"

"Hehe", Qingquan picked up a mouthful of vegetables and said quietly, "Then you eat more, otherwise you will be short and weak, and I am worried that you will not be able to carry your knife on your back!"

With a crisp "click", Mr. Ying grimly pinched the chopsticks in his hand.

He suddenly felt that his master was not only stupid, but also evil-hearted!

After eating and drinking, the two returned to their normal appearances. The judge was unrestrained and calm, and Fu Sangshen was arrogant and domineering. It seemed that the scene of the wind and clouds a moment ago was their illusion.

Qingquan found that he has the potential to be a teacher, no, he started to teach Yingwan again, "You must remember, Yingwan, that people will always be judged in their lives, and even a perfect person like your master and I can't do it." Avoid. Therefore, if you want to live freely and freely, you must keep in mind the 'eight-character policy'."

Although he is very contemptuous of his master's claim to be perfect, he is still curious about his "horoscope policy", "What policy?"

Qingquan tilted his head, smiled lightly, and looked indifferent and lofty, "It's up to others to laugh and scold, I know it's up to me."

Onlookers: Ah, I’m so educated and stately, I’m so ashamed!

Hotaru blinked, feeling that it was necessary to improve his score on the master.Although the master is really vicious, but he is not stupid~

"But usually I can't do it." Qingquan suddenly changed his style of painting, with a serious face, "Generally, I can't help laughing and scolding me, because they can't beat me."

Onlookers: trembling.

Hotaru:...... Are you schizophrenic! ! !

After buying new quilts, tatami mats, toiletries and some clothes, ingredients and kitchen utensils are indispensable, Qingquan also bought a bunch of snacks, Yingwan also feels upright, and was still protesting not to treat him like a child a second ago. The head kept babbling, "Candy should not be blueberry, but orange or pineapple, and hard candy instead of soft candy! Ah milk? Then have a can!"

After the big purchase was over, the two happily returned home, and the things were delivered to their door.When they returned to Honmaru, they were notified almost at the same time that the goods had arrived.Wentao Wulue's client who is a spiritual examiner spontaneously sent them a wave of advertisements.

Fast speed and excellent service, Wanwu Express, you deserve it.

If there are similarities, you hit me?

Although the sky above Honmaru was still covered with overcast clouds, it was impossible to tell the time, but the two of them played in Wanwu for so long, it was probably around evening.

I will buy a clock next time.

Although Qingquan has lived for two lifetimes, his living ability is not high.In his previous life, he was busy killing people and stealing goods. In this life, he was raised as a rice bug by the Sanada family. Not to mention handicrafts such as pasting wallpaper and nailing nails, he was not allowed to interfere with housework. The only physical work was fighting with grandpa.

"So", Qingquan was a little distressed while holding the wallpaper, "How do I get this thing?"

Mrs. Ying hugged her body and replied coldly, "You bought it yourself, so you can post it yourself!"

"That's not what you said. Before the time government came to repair the house, you, Hotaru, would probably squeeze me in." Qingquan lowered his head to study the plain wallpaper, "I don't want to say if there is any spare room. If you are not around, I don't know." rest assured."

After speaking, both of them froze for a moment.

What Hotaru thought was, "Oh, what a troublesome master, I've thought too much, so I'll just let it go!"

Qingquan thought strangely, "Hey, I feel like I'm raising a son... a single father?"

Regardless of the whispers in the hearts of the two, the work in hand must be done.The national treasure Odachi has been reduced to a paper cutter and a hammer. Seeing the scene of Yingwan smashing a nail with the main body "kuangkuang", Qingquan rarely feels guilty.

Ah, it's not his fault, it's all forced by life.

After several hours of busy work, the room finally took shape. Although the wallpaper was a little crooked, it did not fall off, and the room was much brighter; Seven seven eight eight, no longer empty like a haunted house.

Sitting on the newly purchased notebook, Qingquan wiped the sweat from his head, casually threw a towel to Yingwan, and stretched his waist in satisfaction, "You're done!"

On the opposite side, Yingwan's face was black and white, he was too tired to move, his eyes were shining, and he looked tender and cute, Qingquan became playful, pinched his cheek and laughed, "Mr. Ying, what are you doing?" It can be so cute!"

"Let go of you pervert!" Hotaru slapped away the claws that were making trouble on his face.

Qingquan smiled and dodged, then took out a rubber band from his pocket, tied up his too long bangs, then pulled Yingwan and walked to the kitchen, "I'll cook, you help me."

Hotaru really doesn't believe that this man who can't even cut paper crookedly can make a decent dinner, but he can't either, he is also very desperate!

Although the kitchen is fine, it is clean, otherwise he would have to have a picnic.Instruct Hotaru to put away all the purchased things and cook the rice, followed by Qingquan's miraculous personal cooking show.

Seeing the master skillfully washing and frying the vegetables, Hotaru marveled in amazement. The young master, who seemed to be unable to take care of himself, was unexpectedly good at cooking. Under the yellow light, he wore an apron and was serious about cooking. It looks quite pleasing to the eye!

Except for making sushi, Qingquan basically doesn't know Japanese cuisine.But considering the taste of Yingwan, he began to think about new products, and let Yingwan taste it while feeding the ingredients. The final dishes were stewed eggs, twice-cooked pork, vegetarian fried sword beans and yam, simple tempura and seafood suki pot.

Qingquan insists that eating is a very sacred thing. Even if there are only two people, he insists on making a sense of ritual and never fooling around.After the meal was ready, Hotaru cheered and ran to the cupboard to take out the same bowl and chopsticks and put them on the table, and ate very happily.Qingquan himself has no appetite, and picks up rice every now and then.After eating, the two people who were tired all day went back to the room to wash and brush, put on the same style of minion pajamas, and got into their respective beds to sleep.

"Good night, Hotaru." Sleeping is also a solemn matter.

Hotaru buried herself under the quilt awkwardly, "Good night!" Qingquan laughed.

I don't know how long it took, Qingquan in the bed vaguely heard someone calling his name, the voice fluctuated from far to near, ethereal, as if it came from the corridor, and it seemed to be outside the window.

"Qingquan, Qingquan..."

who is it?

Hotaru?

His body, which had lost a lot of spiritual power during the day, was so exhausted that Qingquan couldn't even open his eyes, but the voice of calling still came intermittently.

If it wasn't Hotaru's voice, then who could it be?

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or awake.

"Qingquan, wake up, wake up!" The sudden and hasty shout made him break free from his sleep, and he heard the sound of the door being knocked open and a sharp knife piercing the air in a trance.

At this time, Hotaru had already woken up, hugged him and quickly rolled to the corner of the room. The place where they were sleeping were two knives and their Fusangshen, and they almost didn't even get in the handle of the knife!

Hello? ! Excuseme? ! ! Whathappened? ! ! !

Can't fight in the open, come to play assassination? !

He originally thought that even if the sword Fusangshen transformed from this group of famous swords fell in the dark, they would be upright and strong.Hands are fine, but assassination is too lowly!And Hotaru has become their target too!

Son of biscuit!

After missing a hit, Ranto Shiro and Horikawa Kunihiro quickly pulled out their sharp blades, and at the same time the window was smashed open, and the cold moonlight leaked out.

The person standing in front of the window was covered in white, and his golden pupils caught people's attention even in the dark night. "You're back? Sorry, I broke your window again." The tone was casual, as if saying that he had gone through the wrong door .

The blue-haired Fusangshen at the door stood firmly in front of Wakizashi and the dagger.

Qingquan has not shown any emotions for a long time, no matter how miserable the human tragedy falls in his eyes, it is difficult to arouse the slightest fluctuation.Whether it's joy or sorrow, it doesn't make any difference to him.Yukimura Seichi said that he watched with cold eyes, but he knew that his heart was also cold.

But now, he knew that he was angry. The uncontrollable anger in his chest made the blood in his whole body boil, and the spiritual power quickly flowed through his body, and his whole body was shrouded in a light blue halo.

"Master..." As a daidachi, Hotaru's mobility is very low, he didn't attack rashly, Qingquan is too dangerous by himself.Looking at Qingquan who was fully awake, expressionless but murderous, Hotaru didn't know what to do.

Qingquan laughed out in a low voice, her silver hair was windless and automatic.He clapped softly, his eyes were like unmelting ice, his tone was lighter and colder than moonlight, "Don't mind, you are going to die anyway."

The author has something to say:

The "Eight Character Policy" comes from the preface of the new book written by the aesthetic master Li Zehou to the student Zhao Shilin~

Although the two sides are abusing each other now, everyone is a good boy.The little angel of the sword has suffered too much pain in the past, and her psychology is a bit twisted, but please rest assured, the sugar will come soon!