[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

The two who thought they had a good fight felt very satisfied. In just half a day, their relationship developed by leaps and bounds, and they even had to sit on the same side when eating.

Others are discussing how to do today's task, and they are discussing how to make a certain move today. The two people who insist on making a move without regret will bite the bullet and continue even if they have taken a regrettable step.

Yayoi Komaeda listened amusedly, sparks sparked when the stinking chess baskets collided.

Hasebe's expression didn't look so happy, especially when Yaki turned his head to talk to Odenita, the black air emanating from his body was visible to the naked eye.

However, he had long been used to his pressure and didn't take it seriously at all, and Tsurumaru took advantage of the dishwashing time to discuss this matter with Candlestick.

"... He is really a sinful man."

Candlestick cut a mouthful of blood and almost spurted out. Those who didn't know thought that Ziqie was a famous beauty who caused the war between the two countries.

"Don't put too much dish soap."

Taidao, who stayed at home, finished what he was doing, and stood aside to supervise Tsurumaru's work.

But he didn't mean to take over the past, because Yayoi Komaeda had made it clear that in this Fusangshin of Honmaru, everyone should be responsible for part of the daily work.

If not, you can learn a little bit, and it doesn't matter if you do it slowly at the beginning.

But if he finds out that he is obviously being lazy through an excuse that he doesn't know, then he will welcome you hand in hand, and then you will be honest and honest, and after a real sparring with the judge of the gods, you will deeply realize your mistake.

"By the way, tell me when we will give him that dagger."

Jian Feike, who was crushed at the bottom of the bag, was still panting, and Yao Yan specially mixed anesthetics to give him an injection, because he was afraid that the short knife would pierce the bag with a struggle after he regained consciousness.

Candlestick opened the refrigerator door, and there were nine small transparent cups on the top shelf, filled with bright yellow pudding, which was made yesterday, just for today's supper.

"Wait until you're done."

Tsurumaru was still clumsily flushing the foam on the bowl by the edge of the sink, and the candle holder left the kitchen one step ahead of him, and went to find Yakuken.

Gifts are meant to be given away, so naturally they can't be handed out half-dead.

When he passed by the small basket where all kinds of sundries were placed at the door, he pulled out a bright green ribbon from it and prepared to tie it on the gift.

I hope the grown-up will like it.

In this way, half an hour before Yayoi Komaeda went to bed, the fusangshen gathered together and knocked on his door.

"You are this?"

Looking at the neat eight people standing outside the door, Yaoyan in the front was holding a tightly packed box with a delicate bow tie on it.

And the five tigers retreated to the tray in their hands, and there were small pudding cups.

"That's right." Luan volunteered to be the guide and explained, "When we were fighting Jianfei before, we found that you were very interested in them."

"So we took the opportunity of packing things and stuffed a short knife that was still alive into the bag."

Tsurumaru gave a further explanation: "In order to prevent it from hurting others, I also asked Yaken to give it a diazepam."

"And the knife it holds in its mouth is placed separately by us. With us by its side, it will never let it hurt you."

Pressing and cutting a handsome smile, looking extraordinarily reliable.

But even without you, I wouldn't be hurt by this little thing, okay?

But this was the kindness of the swordsmen. Seeing the uneasy looks of one or two of them, Komaeda naturally wouldn't say anything disappointing. He gave way to the door and called the eight of them to enter the house together.

"It's better to sit while eating."

As soon as the void slipped, the room was filled with the same square table cushions as the meeting hall. Everyone found their own seats and sat down. First, they were divided into puddings, and then all stared at the hand of the judge holding the ribbon.

Thinking about the painting style of this Honmaru is also very strange. There are also days in the game where Fusangshen gives gifts to the god judges. Usually it is Valentine’s Day every year, and then on the same day in the next month, the god judges will give gifts to the god judges. They return the gift, and the gift for the mourning god is the common chocolate, but the return gift for the god judge is various. Wanwu's thousands of products are not just for fun.

But it can be said that it is the first case in the entire game to take the non-violation envoy as a gift.

Opening the gift is a moment that is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

Yayoi Komaeda doesn’t have a sense of ritual. If everyone gave him gifts and opened them with gratitude, he probably wouldn’t need to do anything else. Staying at home every day and opening gifts would be enough to spend a lifetime, so he readily The ribbon was pulled away, revealing the dagger inside.

It is really placed separately, the main body is wrapped in cloth and placed on the left, and the one with the white bone tail is on the right.

Judging by its appearance, without chest rise or pulse, it is really no different from death.

It also looks pathetic.

Komaeda gently took the dagger out of the box, and the tail made of white bones swung limply in the air, the dagger that was supposed to control it had no consciousness of its own at all.

I touched it with my hand, and it was cold to the touch.

The eye sockets that were originally burning with blue will-o'-the-wisps lost their light, but it seemed to sense that someone was touching it, and traces of blue slowly gathered, and finally turned into a small flickering flame.

The head with its two long horns dragged itself closer to Komaeda's palm with difficulty, put itself up and then stopped moving.

"This is at……"

"behave in a spoiled manner?"

Fu Sangshen, who was onlookers, said that if the little judge had put in more effort, he would have rubbed against him directly instead of turning into a statue in the palm of the examiner.

Yayoi Komaeda laughed lowly, and he touched the long bone in the middle of Dagger's body. Under this movement, Dagger twisted a few times involuntarily, as if it was tickled.

"The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds."

An evil force that was supposed to appear on the scene with lightning, at this moment, has no choice but to sell cuteness to the enemy to survive, really...

So infuriating.

Before you rubbed against our god judges, did you ask us Fusangshen's consent?

Xiao Jianfei said that talking is all about howling, even if I ask, can you understand me?

From the difficult situation of being pressed by heavy objects to the soft palm, he was startled and afraid, and even stabbed a small dagger for stability, and simply fell asleep. The frequency of the small flames in his eye sockets stabilized, and it seemed that he felt at ease about the status quo.

And the Fusangshen who sent it out began to scratch their hearts.

What kind of rhythm is this, huh?

Could it be that we will be able to inspect non-peer colleagues more than once in the future?

Whoever said that you would give Jianfei as a gift to the god judge, stand up, and we promise not to beat you.

Da Dian didn't know why the companions who were excitedly hiding their expectations just now became what they are now. It was just counting the time, and it was almost time for the interrogator to sleep, so he finished his pudding in two bites and put the empty cup away. go out.

Yaqie understood what these people were thinking, but he was more willing to watch a good show.

It can be regarded as seeing the real scene of stealing chickens without losing rice. The dagger with its small tail dangling stayed in the safest place, but the Fu Sangshen could only look at it and could not do anything.

"Good night, Lord God Judge."

With a heavy heart that I don't know why, the swordsmen said good night.

Yayoi Komaeda put the dagger in the small basket that just appeared next to the pillow, and after it was padded with soft cotton, it became a warm nest.

"But they really didn't see it, or they were pretending."

This short knife was considered to be Jian Fei's. Through his white bones, what was hidden underneath was a moving knife that had caused heated discussions on the forum.

——Mouri Toshiro.

I heard that the drop rate is only [-]/[-], and it only appears in the underground layer.

During that time, whether it was the forum or the cherry blossom tree in the entertainment area, the popularity related to Maori reached its peak. Countless players got lost in the dungeon, but they couldn't find the lost little green fur.

And in the previous Honmaru, Yaoken and the others did not see Maori, guessing that this brother appeared for too short a time, and the players didn't love him enough, so they couldn't see him.

It turned out to be here.

What a pleasant surprise.

For some reason, Mori Toshiro, who became a non-violator, can finally sleep soundly. God knows how nervous he is when he pretends to be an ordinary non-identity dagger, for fear that he will accidentally expose the truth of his body.

This time I really couldn't get through, so I had to go out with others, but was brought back by accident.

It’s just that Jianfei has been pretending for too long, he forgot how to change back to his original form, no, he was in a state of confusion from the very beginning when he became Jianfei, he just remembered switching forms as soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn’t understand the language, and wanted to gesture The tragedy of having no hands is like a bleak autumn wind, full of desolation.

Mori, who fell asleep, didn't know that he had been seen through by Yayoi Komaeda, and contented Changle said that he still has some experience as a pet.

It is not empty to learn from the tigers who retired from the five tigers.

Just as Fu Sangshen thought, this "gift" has really become a "companion", but it is more like a "pet" than a companion.

It also used its thin paws to lie on the shoulder of the god judge, screaming when it saw anyone.

"Master God Judge, do we have to take it with us when we go out into battle?"

The chaotic eyes were a bit dangerous, where Yayoi Komaeda couldn't see, the eyes he cast on the small dagger were clearly intended to smash the opponent's bones.

Mao Jianfei Li didn't know why the lively, cheerful, well-behaved and cute Luan in his memory became like this. It seems that the world has changed since he became Jianfei, so in order to survive, He could only work harder to grab the only thigh beside him, the strange master.

Should be able to call him master OTL

"As the only special case who survived the hands of Fu Sangshen among the thousands of violators, don't you think he is very lucky?"

"So you take it as Wuyoshi Zhenzong?"

Luan is a bit of a headache, how can I persuade the judges, 1 Wuji Zhenzongs are not as good as one of you, as long as you are present, the goddess of luck will always be on our side.

"No, this child is much luckier than Wuji Zhenzong."

Alright, alright, what the judge said was right, so Luan could only give the inspector a warning look, expressing his attitude.

Mao Li flinched. In this strange world, the only person who gave him a sense of security was the one under the paw, who had only met him for less than a day.

"Ouch..."

Komaeda looked at the short knife whose flames suddenly dimmed, and rubbed his finger on the opponent's bald forehead to comfort him.

By the way, since this Chifei has been positioned as a pet, the knife it was carrying before cannot be taken out of the house, and it is now placed in Komaeda's house.

Mao Li, who has no weapons at his side, feels as if he is facing a big enemy when going out into battle. In case, for example, at the most dangerous moment, will he be grabbed and thrown out, as a hidden weapon or something.

And at that time, he was the only one who could slap people with his tail, so he probably would splatter blood on the spot.

Oh no, I've run out of blood to splatter.

"The destination is still 7-4, let's go."

Yao Yan sighed unobservably, always felt that if Shizheng didn't release a new picture, they would commit suicide in person, put the knife on the planning team's neck, and kindly urged each other.

After hearing these words, Maori froze all over.