[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Facing Tsurumaru's provocative question, Edgar did not use his best verbal offensive to explain something to Suzumaru.He just chuckled, and skillfully tied the hairband on Shuzhuwan's scattered hair, and then let go of his hands, giving Shuzhuwan room to move freely.

Under these actions, Edgar seemed to be telling them "Please start your performance" with ease, and he did not see the slightest sense of tension as the party to be "extended".

On the other hand, Shuzhuwan, as the knife who was encouraged to "extend" the god-inspector, didn't say a word.

He neither showed curiosity to ask about the cause of the incident, nor did he persuade and admonish Tsurumaru's provocative remarks.The whole time, he just sat quietly beside Edgar, motionless as if he didn't hear any words.If Suzumaru hadn't turned his head slightly when Edgar tied up his hair, he would have looked like a beautiful but dead statue.

"..."

Tsurumaru, who didn't get a response, didn't bother him any more, and kept his posture half leaning against the back of the innermost seat, silently staring in the direction of the outer door, not sure if he was looking at Suzumaru's silent posture, or as usual, Keeping what he thought was a safe distance, he looked at Edgar carefully.

At this point, although there was no confrontation with lightning and thunder, the originally harmonious and friendly atmosphere in the house dissipated without a trace like a fragile and illusory bubble.

The innocent passerby peeling oranges, Horikawa Kunihiro, was very depressed.Now that there is no fight, even if he wants to be a peacemaker, he doesn't know how to start.So what is the safest thing to do in this situation?Pull Mr. Jian quickly out of this terrifying space where even the air is about to freeze?Dodge the crisis obediently as a non-existent mural?

Horikawa was thinking about important matters related to his life and safety, but he heard a slight "click" coming from his hand—the audience eating oranges and Mr. Izumi Mori Kanesada understood the air, sat obediently, and did not make any attention-grabbing move.But Horikawa dropped the half-peeled orange on the table because of his own ecstasy.Then, the orange peel closed and rolled faintly in front of Edgar.

"..." Horikawa stared at Tachibana and carried out a series of adventures in slow motion, successfully breaking the current deathly silence.However, he was full of hesitation because of the dangerous atmosphere around him, and he didn't know whether he should stretch out his arms to rescue the orange.

He is extremely unwilling to intervene in the communication of these few people.

As a new sword man, although he has become friendly companions with most of the swords, he still doesn't know the stories behind them.

For example, why does Tsurumaru Kuninaga in front of me have a dark, black-haired and red-eyed appearance, and why does he have such complicated emotions towards the God Judge...?

Horikawa can be sure that Tsurumaru's words are always expressing his dissatisfaction with the God-inspector, but he has never exuded malice and murderous intent towards the God-inspector. The provocation and unwillingness on the face.But when looking at Edgar, Tsurumaru's eyes would often drift inadvertently.

What kind of things happened to make Tsurumaru have such an attitude.Horikawa was a little puzzled.

He looked the other way.The reaction of the judge over there was far less complicated than Tsurumaru's.Whether it's his movements or his eyes, he is consistently undisciplined, and only a few jokes and smiles drifting past from time to time prove that he is paying attention to Tsurumaru's actions.

It's not on the same level at all... Tsurumaru-san is like a human child in the rebellious period, and God-inspector-sama is like a big boss at the end of a level-breaking game... After Horikawa secretly looked left and right, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them With such a character design, he nodded secretly, as if he had finalized the title in a brain meeting, and as if he was thanking the judge for returning the slipped orange for him.

God judge, send back, orange...? ? ?

Horikawa, whose thoughts were almost drifting to the horizon, immediately came back to his senses, and took the oranges cautiously and fearfully with a heartbeat of [-].

Edgar was like this, ignoring the heavy air, and still living comfortably.On the other side, after a long silence, Tsurumaru returned to the frightened old man who was full of energy before.He simply didn't use any new scaring tricks, but after sneaking a handful of Shuzhuwan's hair, he said with a smile: "As one of the famous Five Swords of the World, he clearly claims to protect Buddhism, but now he looks like a cat." The same obediently nestled beside the master and was stroked? It really scared me."

This time, Suzumaru finally did not face each other in silence, and turned his head slightly to Tsurumaru.

Even so, his eyes were always half-closed.As a bystander, Horikawa couldn't even tell for a moment whether Susumaru was watching Tsurumaru seriously, or whether he just turned his head out of politeness without actually opening his eyes.

Then, Shuzhuwan slowly opened his mouth and said: "The god judge who has formed a deep relationship with me told me his preferences, and that happens to be what I have and what I can give." He seemed to be rebutting Looking at Tsurumaru's words, it seems to be just a plain narration, "Not only does this have nothing to do with 'evil', it is even a good deed, so why don't I lend a helping hand."

"..." Tsurumaru understood that Suzumaru was talking about hair on the surface, but Edgar was already ranked out of "evil" in the words.He shrugged helplessly, shook his head and said with emotion: "It's just a touch of hair, as for the involvement of Buddhism? It seems that you are as hopeless as Jiang Xue." After finishing speaking, Tsurumaru stopped looking at Shuzhuwan .

However, Shuzhuwan continued to speak: "Although I haven't seen through the god judge, I think I have seen at least [-]% clearly. The master is looking squarely at what you say and do, understanding, acknowledging, and bearing it. But your eyes are still the same. Confused and distorted by the evil thoughts after the dark fall... Please give up hesitating and worrying."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Seeing that Shuzhuwan seemed to be about to speak, Tsurumaru immediately blocked his ears with his fingers and shouted, "I don't understand these words." After that, he seemed to be distracted by something new. As if paying attention, he looked to the other side of the coffee table.

"..." Suzhuwan, who was deliberately ignored, really closed his eyes that had been downcast all the time, and didn't continue to say anything. After shaking his head silently, he put his hair tail on the on the lap of the playful Edgar.

Naturally, Edgar unceremoniously untied the headband he had just tied, and stroked it again in satisfaction.

And at this time, as if he couldn't understand Edgar's smiling face, Tsurumaru no longer kept a distance from Edgar, but deliberately went around him, waving his limbs exaggeratedly and said: "Wow, carefully I discovered this after observing, um, what a surprise! With your bad character, you can actually tolerate your belongings enthusiastically following behind another belongings."

What Tsurumaru was referring to was Horikawa and Izumi Mori who just breathed a sigh of relief and began their leisurely journey of peeling and eating oranges on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Izumi Mori Kanesada, who thought he had succeeded in taking on the "gorgeous and handsome" mural, was taken aback by the sudden roll call, and almost died under a small orange petal with a sign of serious injury.After he beat his chest and stamped his feet, he immediately decided that he would not eat any food accompanied by Tsurumaru when he was buffed.

"Oh, this reaction is not bad! Very good!"

On the other hand, the culprit clapped his hands happily.It made Izumi Mamoru even more angry. Although he was still speechless, he had secretly finalized the hand-to-hand goal when he rose to level 99 in the future.

However, Horikawa, who has always been careful and caring, did not immediately comfort Mr. Kane, who was injured both physically and mentally. His thoughts were completely filled by Tsurumaru's words, and he was constantly thinking in a panic whether his actions had aroused the spirit of judgment. displeasure.

In the end, it was Edgar who personally dealt with the trouble caused by the pile of crane pills.

He raised the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Tsurumaru, and denied it with a smile: "How come~ Even if I have a very bad personality, it is impossible for me to do something terrible."

"After all, everyone belongs to me."

Edgar's eyes flickered with a sincere smile, and his words were completely fine from the perspective of the judge.

However, just the fact that these words came from Edgar's mouth was enough to make Tsurumaru tremble, and felt that the surroundings were tightly surrounded by bursts of creepy aura.

However, the other swordsmen didn't seem to think so, and they all calmed down as if they were appeased.

Seeing Tsurumaru, Edgar immediately took a step back, as if to prove to him the correctness of what he said, looked at Izumi Mori, and said, "Come, left hand."

Hequan Shou couldn't help but climbed up.

He looked at Horikawa again, "Come on, right hand."

Horikawa couldn't help but climbed up.

"Yeah~ so cute~" Edgar praised, holding his palms on both sides with a smile, and shaking them happily, "it's okay, let's go on playing."

So Horikawa obediently continued his orange peeling business.

Then, after a long time of seconds, he suddenly realized, "...Ah! Why did it go so smoothly...!" After realizing it, he lowered his head deeply, trying to cover his flushed cheeks with the coffee table.

……

Terrible terrible.

Tsurumaru, who has witnessed everything, believes that he has neither the rough nerves like Izumi Mori who can ignore this action, nor the magnanimity of Suzumaru who seems to be able to tolerate everything, so he can only choose to sigh in his heart. Silently, like a ninja, he backed away silently.

But Edgar noticed his small movements, propped his head to admire for a while, and then said to Tsurumaru in the usual tone of chatting:

"Come on, sit down."

So Tsurumaru sat obediently on the carpet in an instant.

"Come on, right hand."

So Tsurumaru obediently placed his right hand on Edgar's palm in an instant.

"........."

Ahhh!Isn't this completely daring to resist, me! ! !

The villain in Tsurumaru's heart beat the floor frantically amidst the thunder.

The author has something to say: remember a major failure journey of the "anti-Edgar" forces.