God Judge's Dark Fall Project[Comprehensive]

When it was getting dark, a warm fire was lit in the camp that had been set up.

Due to tight funds, the barbecue grill is made of wood and iron sticks. Although it is not as exquisite as the products sold outside, it adds a lot of rustic charm. The camp tent placed on the side is also a transformation of old things, which can sleep enough There are more than a dozen adults, and it looks quite spectacular.

All in all, everything was perfect.

The fishing team also reaped a lot, bringing back dozens of alive and kicking trophies.It’s just that I don’t know why, but there are fish that can only be found in the deep sea, which makes the chefs in charge of receiving them bewildered, suspecting that someone has carried out an extreme adventure.

Summer casually dried his short hair, picked up the kitchen knife and the fish, and neatly cut open the flanks, removed the internal organs, removed the fishbone, and then took the bamboo sticks that were cut next to it, and simply sprinkled some on them. seasonings, and then just a circle around the fire to slowly bake.

"I can only do this kind of thing." Facing all kinds of gazes, the silver-haired heroic spirit explained calmly, and after thinking about it, he added, "It's better for children to eat more fish."

——It turned out that you were the one who went deep diving!She usually keeps silent, but at the critical moment, she shows off calmly... It's too scary, a machine gun!

Although I was crazily complaining in my heart, and I was still preparing to secretly compete for favor, but since it was rare to come out to play, everyone was not as tense as usual, and soon let go, chatting while eating a delicious picnic, enjoying the distance from The sense of tranquility in the hustle and bustle of the world.

The scenery of the seaside is not within the jurisdiction of Honmaru. It is a template solidified by the government of Tokino. It is at the most suitable temperature all year round, so it is very pleasant at night.The sea breeze is blowing, bringing a slight dampness and the rustling sound of the shoal, like a gentle murmur. After listening to it too much, I can't help but make my eyelids sink. I really want to forget all my troubles and sleep on the ground. .

Mio ate the food fed by everyone, but her mind drifted into the mountains, thinking that An Ding was still hungry, she couldn't help but feel apologetic, she hurriedly cleared her throat and said, "Well... just eating like this is a bit boring, why don't we How about a game?"

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.Now as soon as he hears the word game, the tragic experience of playing Baimonogatari in the past will come to his eyes, sending chills down his spine.

Hasebe, who was squeezed to the edge, gritted his teeth and stood up, thinking that the main order should not be left in the air without anyone responding. He just wanted to speak, but was snatched away by Qingguang not far away.

"Okay, what do you want to play?" Relying on the advantage that everyone didn't know that he had played Hundred Story, the black-haired Da Dao rescued his master with a relaxed attitude full of youth.

His naive speech made all the Fusangshen feel heartbroken.

——Bai Monogatari is really scary, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely don’t want to play anymore!

"Hmm..." The interrogator pretended to ponder for a while, and after inadvertently whetting the audience's appetite, he said the answer he had prepared a long time ago, "How about playing Truth or Dare?"

Facing the puzzled eyes of the old antiques, he explained in detail: "It's a lottery game. The winning bidder needs to choose whether to answer everyone's questions honestly, or to complete an adventure. Listen...it's still very popular in this world. of it."

Without the life experience of ordinary humans, he only found this game through the system, which is very suitable for the next action-for example, when he draws California Qingguang, as long as he chooses a big adventure, he can send the other party to the mountains to pretend to complete a game. A task, and then pretend to "pick up" Yamato Shou'an... I have to say, it is really a perfect action plan!

He thought happily, feeling that everything was flawless.

After breathing a sigh of relief, the swordsmen refined the rules of the game and set the questioning session into three items, so as to prevent the unlucky ones who accidentally won the bid (mainly afraid that they would become themselves) from being ashamed of being asked.

Because the lottery was too troublesome, everyone simply sat in a circle, put a seasoning bottle in the middle, and randomly picked it in a rotating manner.

Leaving aside the process of scrambling to grab Mio's position, in short, the most trusted Candlestick Kiri and Horikawa sat on both sides, watching him push the bottle with a gentle smile, and felt like seeing him for the first time. Like a little hamster climbing on a roller, full of affection.

The seasoning bottle turned twice lightly, and gradually stopped in place. The mouth of the bottle pointed to Kiyomitsu, California...Yamabasaki Kunihiro on the right.

The cyborg couldn't help but widen his eyes, thinking full of doubts: Obviously using the system to calculate the most perfect path, there should never be such a mistake... Why did it just deviate so suddenly, is it a coincidence?

Others, including the accomplice's black-haired saber, didn't see the clues. Only the two heroic spirits discovered the essence of it--Lucky E is the greatest malice from the world. Don't even think about drawing a lottery or something a hundred times. what you want.Oh, it's not that it's okay for the one hundred and first time, but it's time to learn to give up.

Just remembering that Mio probably still doesn't know this painful reality, Summer's face is heavy, and he feels a little guilty for no reason, and can't help but look away a little.

As the unlucky winner of the number one bid, the blond Dao Dao was taken aback at first, and he grabbed the sheet behind him in a daze, pulled himself together, and asked uncertainly: "Yes, is it me...Okay, You can ask anything you want."

Telling the truth is obviously much easier than taking a big risk. With an infallible mentality, he looked at the person in front of him with some trepidation.The emerald green eyes reflected the fire, like matcha ice cream that was gradually melting, showing a kind of soft helplessness.

Seeing such a look in his eyes, Tsurumaru, who was eager to fight, could never help suppressing his bad intentions, and generously decided to let go, "What is your favorite?"

The scope of this answer is very wide, not only including people, but also animals, plants, food or any decorations. In short, no one stipulates which field is the favorite, as long as you answer casually, you will pass the test.

However, Shan Muqie has a solid eye. When he heard the word "favorite", his eyes fell on the God Judge. Before he could say it, he blushed.

The scene in the lake in the morning came out of his memory, and he remembered that he had scared the other party away by talking rashly. He couldn't help feeling depressed, the temperature on his face quickly receded, and even his voice became much calmer, "I What I like the most...spending peaceful nights with everyone like this."

What he said was very self-deprecating, except for those who were really liked, everyone understood what he was thinking.However, that doesn't seem to be a problem. After all, if you can get the answer from everyone present, the difference may only be that you like it very much and like it very much.

Mio didn't notice these abnormalities, but she could see that the blond young man was very cautious, his hands kept clinging to the sheets, like a frightened bird, giving people the illusion that he would fly into the forest at any moment.He blinked, opting for a more friendly question, "Is there anything Yamabukiri would like?"

This can no longer be regarded as a problem, but a lot of undesired benefits.The originally friendly atmosphere froze in an instant, and turned into a turbulent stream of sights. Yamabuchi froze in place, opened his mouth in vain, and let out a voice, "No, I don't want anything..."

"Speak the truth!" The artificial man who took the time to look at the emotional fluctuation curve kindly reminded.

The blond-haired young man seemed to be choked up, hesitating, unable to tell any useful information at all, and his embarrassing eye circles were a little red.

——The answer to that kind of question is different from public confession... He, he still can't do it.

It took all his courage to confide in private once, and now he wished he could put the sheet over his head again, so as to cover his embarrassing expression.But being watched by so many pairs of eyes, it was impossible for him not to answer, so he reached out and fished a can of drink from the ground, gulped a few sips, and then said vaguely: "I want to be with you... forever live together."

Regardless of how blunt the word "men" was added, the singer next to him smelled a faint smell of alcohol, so he reached out and grabbed his arm, reminding him in surprise: "This is alcoholic! , You took it wrong, the ordinary drink is over there."

As we all know, all Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro are strong in alcohol, and there has never been a special variety, and this one in their Honmaru is naturally...

Wen Xi's knife-throwing hand was slammed away, and the person next to him stood up staggeringly, obviously drunk.The nearest few Zheng Dark Falling Knives rushed forward to help them, but instead of sleeping peacefully, the drunkard pushed them aside, muttering, "Get out, get out of the way, I must... My lord, God judge, my lord, um, would it be better to be called master..."

He was like a lost child, eagerly looking for the person he wanted to see the most, his face reddened by alcohol kept turning around, he was silly and pitiful.

Naturally, it was impossible for Mio to watch the excitement from the sidelines, so she hurriedly got up to meet him, reached out and grabbed his quilt, and answered with her face up, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

"Owner……"

Under the catalysis of alcohol, Yamabuchi temporarily abandoned his long-standing shyness and lack of self-confidence, looked at him directly with extra frankness, and uttered his long-standing inner voice cracklingly.

"——I will work very hard, very hard, until I am as reliable as Yaoken, and become a perfect, um, close servant... I want to stay by your side and accompany you for a long time, instead of just hiding and watching from afar... ...I can do it, can I do it?"

Speaking of the latter part, his voice dropped, he became hesitant again, his eyes became more and more blank, and within a few seconds he fell down unsteadily, drunk and unconscious.

"So Yamabukiri has been worrying about these things? It's really an accident..." Due to the change of posture, Mio finally touched the other's beautiful blond hair, and couldn't help stroking it over and over again like a cat, her mouth still He whispered in distress: "Praise every day is not enough to make him realize his perfection, um, a servant or something..."

"The servant is also a kind of job. Usually it is done in rotation. The generals haven't had time to sort them out today, so how about starting with Mr. Yamabagiri tomorrow?" Yaken Fujishiro stepped forward, using the usual Proposed with a steady attitude, there is no dissatisfaction at all.

After all, he has been monopolizing it for several days, and it is not a good thing to be too selfish... He has always had a high standard to ask himself to do a self-criticism in his heart, and then raised his eyes to the judge in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.

——Still a little... reluctant.