What kind of experience is it like to be reincarnated as a god judge?[Comprehensive]

Especially when Apple took out the clothes, Jin's eyes widened.

"elder sister."

"What's the matter?" Apple turned around suspiciously, and at the same time, held a navy-style top in his hand.

What else could be wrong?

Seeing the normal faces of the people around him, he thought he had confused his seniority: "Didn't you buy this for your brother?"

Why is the elder brother so much younger than the younger brother? Don't tell him that the child's name is elder brother.

"The situation is special." Turning his head to look at the first issue in Eye Medicine Research, Apple explained, "Don't judge by human common sense."

Sincerely: "..."

So which sword is this again.

Because I was very afraid of strangers in the first episode, I had to watch from a distance and listen to An Ding's introduction from time to time.

Apart from being a little bit better than other children, it seems that there is no difference.

And whether it is a sword or not is not the point.

He just felt that there was one more person vying for favor.

Isn't this his sister?

I would like to say that I have a little temper.

Shrinking aside, watching the interaction between the two with resentful eyes.

But the protagonist who has experienced so many scenes, the signal shielding is not ordinary. Not only did he avoid it perfectly, but he also happily took photos for the first episode.

As for the rear sight?Sorry, she's really used to it.

So the following scene happened.

With the apple as the center and the moving range as the radius, a perfect circle is drawn.

The people who eat melons expressed that they enjoyed watching it.

Except for Apple and the first issue, there was nothing I didn't see.

Kindly: Poor, weak, helpless.

It wasn't until Apple put away the phone contentedly that it noticed Jin's existence.

After all, they were already right in front of her.

Blinking, Apple asked, "What are you doing there? You still have such a scary expression."

Jin looked at Apple dejectedly: "Sister, are we biological?"

Apple tilted his head, and said seriously: "To be precise, no."

With an arrow pierced in his heart, Jin expressed that he wanted to be quiet.

Fortunately, in the end, Apple was pushed to Jin's side by the unbearable sword, so as to comfort this real young boy.

However, Apple's method of consolation was not so gentle, it just went forward and rubbed its head cautiously.

"No no no!"

It wasn't until Jin took the initiative to stretch out her hand to pat Apple's arm that she was freed from her arms smoothly.

"This is the trick every time." After straightening her hair, Jin straightened up and complained.

"But it's very useful every time." Apple waved his hand indifferently.

"Hmph." Jin, who found himself easy to coax, didn't really want to talk to her.

Apple was at a loss, pulled his hat in a high voice, and swayed from side to side: "Forgive me just once, next time we meet, I will definitely fall in love with you at a glance."

Unexpectedly, Jin glanced at her, and said in a low voice: "Next time I'm dressed so clearly, will you be able to see me?"

Apple frowned slightly, and asked, "How?"

Like cold water poured into hot oil, Jin suddenly became excited, turned around suddenly, very unwilling: "My birthday is coming soon, you don't even remember it."

With that tone, Apple thought he had abandoned his wife and son.

"No way." Apple hastily stretched out his hand to comfort him, pressing Jin's shoulders and shaking back and forth.

Even though he was doing this, Apple's face was in a daze.

Before shaking a few times, Jin had already pinned his arm. The young boy in front of him bit his lip and said, "If my sister doesn't want to go, you don't have to. Can I come here next time?"

Apple froze for a moment, looked at Jin for a while, and slowly smiled, holding the corners of Jin's mouth with both hands, and said, "What are you talking about, I will definitely be there."

Even if you don't want to, you may be pressured to go.

"Next Wednesday, next Wednesday, I'll send someone to come to you." Jin's eyes lit up surprisingly.

"Huh?" Apple raised his eyebrows, but did not respond to Jin's words.

If Apple were asked about the main purpose of Jin coming to her home, she would definitely say it was herself without blushing half an hour ago, but now, Apple doesn't want to answer.

She found that she was not as important as a bowl of rice.

Looking at Jin who looked at Guangzhong with a cute face, Apple angrily took a bite of the crispy cucumber.

Tsurumaru circled around in front of several people, smiled, and moved to Apple's side.

"Although you don't usually notice it, we see this scene every day."

Apple frowned, feeling that something was wrong: "What the hell."

Tsurumaru got closer, trying to look at the two from the same angle as Apple, and a deliberately suppressed voice sounded: "Don't you think it looks like your usual expression when eating?"

After a brief silence, Applewood turned around with a straight face, looked at Tsurumaru Baiyu's flawless face, and immediately pushed him away: "It's decided, you wash the diapers for tomorrow."

Nonsense nonsense.

Waking up in the morning sun, Apple stared blankly at the child beside the pillow with a pair of dead fish eyes.

The child curled up in the quilt slept soundly, and his innocent sleeping face was full of cuteness. From time to time, he scratched his cheek with his hands, no matter how cute he looked.

It's not at all like the source of everyone's collapse last night.

The children who got enough sleep during the day were really energetic. It was really inconvenient for Yaoyan and Minghu to go back.

Rubbing his heavy sleepy eyes, Apple elbowed the mattress, ready to get up.

As a result, he was imprisoned by an external force in the next moment.

Looking back, the blue-haired boy with a low ponytail was sleeping on the edge of the bed, pillowed on the sheets.

And on his smooth forehead, a black turtle was brazenly announcing its existence.

Even in his sleep, he frowned his slender eyebrows, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

Are you still troubled by the dream last night?

As one of the victims, Apple gave up the idea of ​​taking pictures, then got up and got out of bed.

After seeing the scene under the bed, she realized that things were not that simple.

The black-haired boy was resting on Stable's calf, and on Qingguang's chest, there was a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs, and the owner of these legs was in a prone position, face down, lying on the floor like a dead body.

If the few toys scattered around were removed, those who didn't know it would think it was a murder scene.

Smiling for a while, Apple got out of bed to take a shower.

But the strong dizziness caused her to take a few steps and stepped on a certain toy.

"Gah-"

Duck: Even if you ravage and ravage my body like this, my heart still yearns for the light!

Accompanied by the mournful cry of a duck, Apple also lost its center of gravity.

The moment Apple fell, a thought crossed its mind.

Now I want to grab a sword as a backing, who is so lucky?

Lucky someone: "..."

Even if he dies, he will benefit thousands of families.

Accompanied by a groan, Yinhemaru's leg moved suddenly, and directly pressed on the face of a certain black-haired boy.

A black-haired boy who was sleeping peacefully: "..."

This is a suffocating operation.

With a strong desire to survive, Qing Guang grabbed the object that was trying to destroy his beauty, and pushed it up violently.

Along with it, the teenager who was lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping extremely unsteadily lost his center of gravity and bumped into the solid bedside table in a daze.

In the dream, the boy who also suspected that his legs were disabled: "..."

Since I lost my legs, why did I have to murder my extraordinary IQ.

The above is a beautiful morning from Apple's bedroom.

The rich black coffee was still steaming, and the owner of the coffee absent-mindedly threw a few sugar cubes to wipe away the normal saline secreted from the corners of his eyes.

After yawning a few times, he finally picked it up and took a shallow sip.

"so bitter!"

Qingguang, whose mouth was filled with a bitter taste, quickly stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth.

"Hiss, it hurts." At the same time, An Ding, who had an ice pack on his head, also said something.

The two people sitting facing each other looked at each other, and both sighed helplessly.

"I dreamed last night that my legs were entangled by a female ghost." An Ding said with a wry smile.

"I'm not a female ghost." Qing Guang muttered, then turned to the side guiltily, "I'm not so tight."

On the other side, Tsurumaru was lying on the sofa, with his head buried in the pillow, making some noises from time to time.

His loose clothes were pulled up a bit, exposing his waist. Although he usually looks thin, his muscles are still very clear now. His complexion is very fair, so there are a few faint blue spots that are very obvious.

"Ouch—" This is the mournful sound from the owner, which is not pleasant to hear.

It's too vain.

Looking at the safflower oil that had just dripped down, and the hand that hadn't dropped yet, Apple resolutely stepped up his pressure.

"It hurts."

Now it was real, Apple put the safflower oil aside, pressed his shoulder with the other hand, and began to exert force.

"Be patient, this strength is not strong enough to dissipate."

Tsurumaru groaned and chirped a few more times, then turned his head and looked at Apple: "No, it hurts too much."

It seemed to be in real pain, Tsurumaru showed an aggrieved look, and felt a little guilty as the culprit.

She couldn't help but lighten her strength and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, do I want to buy you some condolences later?"

Tsurumaru straightened up again, and said, "I want the famous pudding in the commercial street."

"Okay, I'll bring it back for you today."

"One week."

"can."

Facts have proved that Tsurumaru is still easy to coax, and after getting the promise, he went back on his stomach.

It's just that being idle is also idle, and the lips are itching again.

"But master, I didn't expect you to be very thin and small, but you are still quite heavy."

"I'm sorry, I'm still under the category of malnutrition. Maybe you're too useless." Apple's hands paused, and he began to taunt without hesitation.

"Ah, no, no, I'm a good hacker."

"Okay, you can say anything about me, but I'll believe you when you say that your chest is broken." Apple smacked his tongue while pinching Shimozurumaru's side, "There's no meat."

"This is a muscle, okay?" The subordinate shrank and said in a muffled voice.

"Yes yes yes." Apple's tone was extremely perfunctory.

Tsurumaru paused for a while, but sighed again, and said earnestly: "Apple, you won't need an athlete to pick you up if you grow with your weight."

apple:"……"

Enduring and enduring, Apple finally pinched Tsurumaru's waist with all his strength, turned around and shouted: "Guangzhong! Tsurumaru said I was fat! Tell me to eat less!"

Tsurumaru: "!!!"

Before the words fell, Tsurumaru felt that the vision in front of him was shrouded in shadow.

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Let us interview you about your feelings.

Apple: "... come downstairs."

Tsurumaru: "... come downstairs"

Qingguang: "... come downstairs"

An Ding: "... come downstairs"

People who eat melons (Guangzhong, Dajuli, Hasebe, Minghu, Yaoyan): Go to bed late and get up early to take care of the family [funny]

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I am very grateful to Mr. S for feeding the landmines. I am envious of the sky. I am tormented by the keys and want to cry. Twelve in a circle is the highest. Is the probability low or I have been salty for too long?

Thank you very much for the name of Lei Lei who asked you to guess if I have been fed. Jin: emmm, so what, I know a good ophthalmologist to find out? [Suddenly a chill in the back 2333]