[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Before Edgar took any action, Tsurumaru was extremely happy and sad, and was choked by himself.

Feeling very ashamed by this, Tsurumaru didn't want to be a human anymore, and wanted to turn back into a sword.

Frustrated.

But the depression didn't last long. Edgar's actions immediately made his mind go blank, and he couldn't remember anything just now.

The man who seemed to him to be able to chat without changing his expression even with a knife stuck in his chest jumped off the table quickly after hearing his words, walked straight towards him, and pushed aside Tsurumaru's clothes...

"???"

Ignoring Tsurumaru's terrified eyes, Edgar reached into it and moved his hands up and down, slowly moving up along the waistline, touching his back, making circles at the shoulder blades, and then another stroke.

For the convenience of touching, Edgar also rested his chin on Tsurumaru's shoulder, which made it impossible to see the face and expression of this human being, but he could only feel the gentle itching on his back touch.

Also, this posture made Edgar wrap his arms around Tsurumaru's waist, and they hugged each other tightly as if they were very close.

——Tsurumaru's mind froze for a moment, or as if he had been infected by a virus, and kept replaying the romance drama that his little girl who was a god-judgment watched.For a moment, I don't know whether to learn the heroine's screaming and insulting in the early stage or learn to draw a knife and fight hard in the later stage.In the silence, it gradually faded to gray and white.

Could it be that he will pay the price of losing his virginity because he didn't bring back snacks! ?

With Edgar's stroking, the player in Tsurumaru's brain has changed from a strange idol drama to a little yellow book secretly collected by a little girl.His world was also slowly dyed crimson from faded gray and white.

——In fact, Tsurumaru stopped breathing after the last cough, and the red patch was not only due to Xiao Huangben, but also caused by the lack of oxygen in the body.It's just that Tsurumaru, who doesn't know the structure of human beings, attributed his blushing completely to the wild thoughts in his mind, and could only sigh for him.

It wasn't until Edgar took out his hand that Tsurumaru recovered his breath, the corners of his eyes turned red due to lack of oxygen, and physiological tears couldn't stop pouring out from the side.

No matter how you look at it, you are being bullied very pitifully.

But from Tsurumaru's point of view, the scene of sexual harassment in the workplace is also very easy to explain from Edgar's point of view.

After Edgar heard the news that the dessert was eaten by Tsurumaru, his thinking was disordered for 0.01 second, and then he quickly scanned the kitchen and the surrounding environment with mental power, and noticed that there were multiple cake-shaped objects behind Tsurumaru He touched it directly.

Of course, Edgar, whose brain was in the stage of linearizing brain circuits for a while, really took the "straight-line distance", and kept stroking Tsurumaru's smooth shoulders and back to explore the location of the cookies hidden by him.

It wasn't until he touched the gray-white stone statue in his arms into a pink explosive package that was about to explode, that Edgar took his hands out of his clothes room just before the explosion—and then put his arms around Tsurumaru's neck.

"@#%*!?"

This time, the two were really in close contact.

Edgar snatched the little cookie from his mouth.

The ruffled coat exposed a large white chest, and Edgar, who was not dressed in a neat kimono, was close to Edgar, and he could feel a burst of wetness. It should be the blood on Edgar's chest that printed the color on himself. red traces.

Tsurumaru tried to push Edgar's shoulders to pull him away, or looked down at the situation on his chest, but after grabbing the biscuits, Edgar's cheeks were also close to his own, and he couldn't pull them apart.

This, this, this, is this being taken advantage of, or is it forced to take advantage of yourself? ? ?

Tsurumaru's head was almost short-circuited, but the culprit was in the midst of rubbing and hugging, separated from Tsurumaru himself, and took out five packs of well-packed clothes from his huge hood pocket, and even punched him beautifully. Ribbons and snacks in bags.

So Edgar, who had achieved his goal, threw Tsurumaru aside, sat back on the table by himself, and began to taste the Holy Grail while playing with it.

“……………………?”

Am I missing the moment to yell molestation now?Looking at the casual face of the instigator, Tsurumaru, who had nowhere to complain, had to tidy up and put on his clothes in silence.

Following Xiao Ye's appearance, he squatted with Xiao Ye, nestled in that corner holding the knife, and formed himself into a black ball that was bigger than the blue ball beside him.

Quietly closed his eyes.

Immediately, under the condition of sudden relaxation after giving up on himself, his nerves also relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep under the comfort of the gentle spiritual force all over the pill.

On the other end, Edgar was nibbling sweetly like a hamster, but suddenly changed his way of eating, and began to savor it leisurely.

He naturally knew that his illness was always so sudden, but he was neither shy about his previous behavior nor too troubled.

After all, his personality and way of thinking will change, but his memory is still there, and his purpose is also clearly remembered. No matter what means he uses, he will definitely achieve his goal in the end, which will not change.And will bullying a Taidao have any impact on this?The only advantage is that it makes you feel better.

……

The rich and unusually lively night passed quietly like this, and when Edgar ate up the small desserts in the house, there was even more silence.

"..."

Edgar sat sideways on the wooden table, curled his right leg, leaned his head on his knee, and looked at the rising sun outside the window.The warm morning light shone on his pale body, reflecting the blood flowing in his chest.

This scene is like a brightly colored oil painting - a black-haired vampire nobleman is idly admiring the scenery outside, letting the sunlight as a natural enemy shine, as if he is fearless, and as if he is offering himself as a sacrifice.

How beautiful it is.

……

"Ahh~ I'm so bored when no one cares about me."

The picture full of various deep meanings was broken into pieces by Edgar's incomprehensible words. The man who was unwilling to be a man in the painting stretched his waist, turned around and continued to browse the tablet with his back against the window. data of.

The sunlight was thus blocked by his back, and the gradually brightened room was once again shrouded in a human-shaped darkness.

……

After a while, the swordsmen in other rooms gradually began to wake up, and they did not intend to disturb the judge. They each quietly carried out the tasks of washing, tidying up the quilt, and waking up other companions softly, sending out whispers. little noise.

However, the enemy commander who pretended to be dead until he was asleep was startled by these movements, his tail was raised high, and although the skeleton in the middle was lying low and not moving, the green light in his eyes shot the general across half the room, The room smelled like a horror movie.

It wasn't until it saw Edgar sitting by the window that he suddenly relaxed and spread it on the ground.

With its completely lost brain, it took a while to think carefully, and suddenly realized why it felt at ease when it was in the enemy's Honmaru and saw the enemy who had captured itself?

It tangled up and rolled on the ground, rolling and rolling, and hit the table leg with a "pop".

"..."

It raised its head in horror and looked around slowly, and found that Edgar didn't care about his actions, so he suddenly let go of his heart again, rolled back to the corner where he was at the beginning, and continued to pretend to be dead.

——It never occurred to me that I could fly.

And it was probably because of the collision sound from the enemy. Although Edgar didn't care, Zong San and Jiang Xue began to wake up slowly.

When they woke up, they just wanted to move when they realized that they were being held tightly by Xiao Ye and fell asleep.

Wanting to move but afraid of waking up Saya, a little embarrassed but obviously bubbling with happiness.The two knives slashed the corner of the wall to create a pleasant pink atmosphere.

After watching their hesitant mental activities for a while, Edgar hooked his fingers towards their main body, and the sword and sword floated out of Xiaoye's arms quietly, and Xiaoye himself hugged his knees instead, Continue to sleep peacefully.

As soon as they were free, the two of them quickly returned to their human form, and greeted and thanked their god judge good morning.

After the polite talk, Jiang Xue immediately frowned and advised Edgar: "... Only a strong body can better maintain world peace. I hope you can take good care of your injuries and don't stay up late."

He speaks slowly, but it looks like he has a lot to say about the importance of health.

Edgar deeply realized that Jiang Xue was not just imitating the former master dressed up as a monk, but was really good at chanting, and she seemed to be chanting a scripture to pray for health and world peace...

Fortunately, Zong San interrupted his brother's words. He straightened his hair, smiled and said to Edgar: "It is also thanks to the hard work of the master yesterday that we were able to meet each other alive, right? Brother, please let the master go first." .”

After Jiang Xue was stunned for a while, she also showed a smile: "That's true, but please take good care of your body, master." He stood aside, just watched Edgar quietly, and silently prayed for him in his heart .

Being advised by the knife who self-mutilated because he hated the dark fallen bones to take care of his body... Edgar had no choice but to nod casually.

Jiang Xue saw his carelessness, but Quan agreed, and he would supervise the interrogator to be a normal human being.

During this period, Zong San walked to Edgar's side to replace him with clothes that had experienced several battles, and later had two more holes.

Although there is no activity that makes people sweat, but the hole should be replaced, and there is no psychological barrier to being touched by others. Edgar naturally opened his arms and let Zongsan take care of it.

Zong San didn't say much about the two holes in the clothes that echoed back and forth. He just exchanged a look with his elder brother who was determined to look after this god-inspector who couldn't take care of him.

After tidying up the skirt, he purposely opened it a little to prevent it from being stained with blood, Zong San took a step back to appreciate it, and was very satisfied with his handicraft.

Then, he applied to Edgar, who was familiar with Honmaru's environment, went out to fetch some water to clean up.Edgar, who was taken care of by him, naturally agreed, and Zongsan opened the door leisurely and went out.

——Given the extremely ferocious eyes of the swordsmen outside the house who respectfully waited for the god judge to go out.

why you! ?

The author has something to say: Tsurumaru still didn't really eat up the request of a guy who looked mentally disturbed and stabbed him and then stabbed himself 2333

ps I have always thought that Diduan is very cute!

Thank you for naming and throwing away a landmine~ Meme~