Stable Polarized Practice

"Our Honmaru... is on fire?" An Ding repeated subconsciously, obviously not understanding the meaning of this more referential word. Could it be that Honmaru is on fire somewhere?

Just when he was about to ask, An Ding saw the interrogator wave his hand, and said with a look of "I already knew what you would ask" and said, "It's not that this pill is on fire, it means that our pill is famous."

...Ah, he seemed to understand the reason, and Qing Guang who was next to him suddenly realized: "Is it because of the time-traveling army's eradication campaign?"

Not knowing what happened in the Qing campaign, Hasebe and An Ding didn't realize what was wrong with them at all, and An Ding looked at each other, and at the same time saw clearly the blankness in each other's eyes.

"Yes." The examiner nodded heavily, turned the laptop on the table in one direction, and signaled them to look at the content on the screen: "Because Yamato Shou and California's practice is a bit unusual... The span of strength growth is too large, and it has attracted a lot of attention in the war of suppression..."

"Let's take a look, this one will use Gatling to chug... What a bunch of posts have been built into a four-figure tall building. Auntie, this is the first time I have seen such a tall building. Is there a total of current affairs? Four-figure god judges are a problem, it is estimated that in this building...all the god judges are there except for the capable people who put an end to electronic products."

Speaking of which, the god judge collapsed and covered his face, and the god-protecting paper was squeezed into dense folds by the palms and facial features, and it looked extraordinarily funny when it was half-stuck on his face, but the aunt who had fallen into a depressed mood didn't let go of it at all. With a little attention, what my aunt is focusing on is——

"Since last night, I have been bombarded by news. The work mailbox of the God-inspector is full of strange private messages asking for tutorials. Even when I went to Shizheng to collect the MVP Saber Dog bonus for the two of you, I was chased and intercepted. It was hard. I came back only in women’s clothing, but I received 99’s application for a visit to Honmaru as soon as I arrived at Honmaru... I was so scared that I turned off the open coordinates of the space-time compass.”

"Ah..." After imagining the version of Train to Busan, the version of Train to Busan, which was like a zombie, stretching out its hand like a zombie, Qingguang's face also turned blue, and he nodded in agreement: "Indeed, in this case, it is better to avoid the limelight." Better."

But wait, master, did you just say "wear women's clothing"?

Although he didn't understand the cause, Hasebe understood the result: "But in this case, Honmaru won't be able to go on an expedition... Is there any problem?"

"So this is what troubles me." The judge said with a sad face: "Our hommaru is about to become a zoo when we open the coordinates. There is no way to go out again, and I am worrying about this matter now——so I will ask you first, if I can’t come to a conclusion, I will have a meeting with all the staff in Honmaru this afternoon.”

"Is it so serious?" Anding scratched the ponytail at the back of his head, and then blinked his big round eyes innocently: "But isn't it because of the space-time converter that we can go to other worlds to practice?"

After the god judge widened his eyes in vain to understand what his own knife essence meant, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen said in a natural tone: "The time-space converter equipped for practice is issued by the government of time, my god judges Shouldn't you go to the government of time?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the second floor of the castle tower, which was originally quiet, became silent. Even Aunt Blade Dai shifted her shocked eyes to the blue-haired Fusangshen. The shock gradually turned into panic, and then slowly turned into admiration. My aunt sighed meaningfully:

"Although this troublesome Suitohito can figure it out after a while, but Yamato Mori's talent is really amazing... This should be the ultimate of the legendary 'white cut black', 'ghost animal devil king', right?"

stable:"……?"

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The trick of "directing misfortune to the east" was completely adopted by the god judge. When Qingguang and Anding left the castle tower, the god judge was typing on the keyboard, and the fluorescent light from the screen shone on the god judge's face, making it wrinkled The crumpled god-protecting paper with the word "trial" is particularly strange.

However, even if a solution is finalized, it will not be effective immediately. The god judge decided to close the coordinates for three days first, and then open it again after almost all the crazy aunts have been diverted from their sights—that is, these three days. There is no need to go out in battle, no expeditions, no training grounds, and no Wanwu.

The swordsmen of Honmaru have nothing else to do besides being an introvert, and the two blades of the Okita group were also deprived of the right to tagait-the reason was that the tagait room had just been repaired, so during the three-day holiday, The two-strike swordsmen of the Okita group could only just stay in the room bored and do other things to pass the time.

Qingguang is better. After all, he still has the hobby of painting nail polish and making beautiful hairpins. Even casual skin care can kill most of the day, but Anding is much more boring. I don’t know why Tsurumaru has comic books, but in this case, even if she doesn’t have much interest in books, she will study them seriously, and seems to have realized something from them.

Like now.

"I said, Qingguang..." An Ding leaned on the low table, his soft hair hanging on the side of his face, casting fine shadows on the pages of the book, he stared at a page of colorful illustrations thoughtfully, and said in a serious tone: "I want to ask you a question."

"Hey—what's the problem?" Leaning against the railing of the verandah in front of the Japanese-style sliding door, the black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen is stretching his slender fingers, carefully admiring the bright red nails he just painted, the golden nails The sunlight was refracted on the round and full red color, giving it a layer of golden red luster. California Qingguang replied casually: "You can ask whatever you want, but if you agree in advance, I might not know?"

"...Qingguang should know the answer, right?" The meaning in the words seemed to be a little unclear - I don't know what this guy An Ding wants to ask, is he so sure that he will know the answer?Qing Guang raised his eyebrows, and looked through the half-open wooden sliding door.

"I want to ask you..." The soft voice did not reveal any fluctuations in his heart, and the blue-haired fussy tone was extremely natural, as if he was asking such trivial things as "who is going to Tian Fangfan today", and then he asked up:

"—Can we have a kiss relationship?"

"Snapped--"

California Qingguang immediately dropped the nail polish in his hands, and the small glass bottle containing the red liquid rolled a few times on the wooden corridor floor, fell out from the edge, and fell into the thick meadow moss.

According to how much Qingguang attaches importance to nail polish, he must rush to pick it up with distress, but this situation seems to be unusual now—maybe it is simply too unusual, isn't it?That guy An Ding...has become enlightened? ! !

In fact, Qingguang has already prepared that this guy won't be enlightened for a long time-but it doesn't matter too much, after all, as long as An Ding doesn't go to the world with that kind of weird chestnut head, in Honmaru, they The way we get along is always so close...

But it doesn't mean that he hopes An Ding will never be enlightened!The sense of crisis brought to him by this polarizing practice is still very strong, and Qingguang also tried his best to make this fluffy cutie black open, although there is no substantive action yet, but unexpectedly, So fast! ! ! ——Has this guy enlightened himself so quickly? ! !

Honmaru's initial knife froze in place, and the originally slender phoenix eyes almost opened into the round almond eyes of the same style as the little friend. It took a few seconds for Qingguang to react, and it spread from the base of the ear almost instantly. With a thin layer of red, he stammered and asked again:

"An, An Ding, what did you just say?"

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen blinked, his eyes moved upwards, and landed in the void, as if he was thinking about something, then he turned his eyes back.

He changed the question.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen propped one cheek, her soft fluffy hair brushed on the back of her hand, and a delicate tear mole was exposed from between her fingers. Different from Qingguang's long and narrow eye shape, An Ding's eyes are more round Bigger, without sharp edges, innocent and cute looking, even showing a fierce expression is not intimidating - An Ding blinked his innocent blue eyes, and asked again in a soft tone:

"Qing Guang, can we kiss?"

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After serious research by Shizheng, this space-time converter that can take the knife essence to Xingyue next door...it didn't move.

Normally speaking, the Government of Time is such a large institution for maintaining history, and it will definitely keep knocking on this kind of hard bones. Either the Time-Space Converter will be soft first, or the Current Affairs will collapse first. However, after many updates As well as the influence of many salty aunts, the Shizhi government's style of doing things has become more and more Buddhist.

——Like now.

"That's it? If you don't understand the research, why don't you study it? Just mail it to me?" The examiner held a golden pocket watch with a distorted expression, and walked slowly to the room of the Okita group, still spitting out :

"What the hell is the spirit of studying? At this time, Zhengzheng is really saltier than me. The salt content is almost 99% right? I don't understand it, so I just don't do it. Let my knife master try to see if I can go to that kind of practice again. The place... Then they can record the coordinates, right? They are basically waiting to eat ready-made meals, it is really salty to a certain extent..."

The god judge shook his head while sighing, and finally stopped. He came to the door of the Okita group's room—after all, it was the place where the Okita group practiced with two blades. It would be more appropriate to give this space-time converter to them.

With this in mind, the inquisitor stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but stopped suddenly before his knuckles touched the wooden door frame.

"...En? Why is the door half-closed?"

Auntie rubbed her chin suspiciously, because in front of him, the door of the room belonging to the Okita Group’s two-strike swordsmanship was ajar. Although the room was a little dark, it was impossible to see inside through the narrow gap when standing outside. But in the current situation of Honmaru, it seems that there are other possibilities——

It is impossible not to detect the arrival of the god-judgment by means of a knife investigation, so the two blades of the Okita group should not be in the room, but he seems to have heard some strange sounds inside... The god-judgment's eyes are in vain stand up.

Could it be Aunt Han, the idiot who persevered in wanting to know "how to open the sword", touched the Honmaru?In the room of the Okita group, do you want to search for the so-called "clues to cheating"?

This is impossible to find, the interrogator sneered in his heart, and glanced at the golden pocket watch in his hand - because the "opening clue" is still on him now!

Thinking of this, the interrogator grabbed the handle of the wooden sliding door, and opened the door boldly—he wanted to see who had sneaked into the room of the Okita group!

"..."

In the room, blue softness spreads out on the tatami mats. Fusangshen with blue hair is lying on his back, with his arms wrapped around the neck of the black-haired Dato. Honmaru's first sword is bent down, and the golden earrings are hanging down. , the hands propped on the ground were painted with bright red nails, one raised his head and the other lowered his head, the two kissed each other inseparably.

The judge: "... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The judge politely closed the door, with an overloaded expression on his face, and staggered away from this place that exudes the smell of delicious dog food.

"...It's time to cook red bean rice."