Kneel down!call mom!

Surrounded by a group of short knives who were about the same size as their two children, especially when they seemed to have misidentified the person, Tamazamo didn't know what expression to show for a moment.

It stands to reason that it would be over if you just ignore it, but youkai always have kind thoughts towards cubs of the same race, and Tamamomae, who also has children of her own, is more likely to have kindness.

These little ghosts are Fu Sangshen under Grandma's future subordinates, so he didn't show any impatience, and just smiled at them with his usual attitude towards Aihua and Yuyi.

But Yu Zaoqian's gentle performance confirmed the little short swordsmen's speculation about his identity.

"Master, master! You must be our master! Right!" Ranto Shiro is a short knife who loves beauty, and Tamamomae's super good looks almost immediately gained his full favor, especially the spiritual power he provided Still so pure, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a perfect judge.

"You are so beautiful."

Rantoshiro's words won the nods of the brothers, and Akita Toshiro couldn't hide the admiration in his blue sky-like eyes, and asked him expectantly: "Master, are you here specially waiting for us?" Is it?"

"No. The concubine is not your master." Yu Zaoqian knew that he was misunderstood as a grandmother, but he was not surprised by this situation.The monster power in his body is actually contaminated with Tang Yuanyuan's spiritual power, and he is also very close to his grandmother. It is not surprising that the young Fusangshen admitted their mistakes.

Yuzao's previous explanation is an explanation, but there must be someone who can listen to it.

His explanation was misunderstood by the knives as a sarcastic remark because they didn't like them. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that this possibility was very high, because Tamamo-mae looked so perfect, and it was such a beautiful and powerful person who took over. It's Anluo Honmaru, so there must be some resentment in my heart.

Looking at Yu Zaoqian's exquisite face and feeling the pure and abundant spiritual power in his body, the little knives became more and more sure of the correctness of this guess.

"Master..." Xiaotengu Imaken looked at Yuzao with some sadness. He wanted to grab the corner of his clothes but was afraid of being rejected by the cold "God Judge". A rare flash of light flashed across his face. Frustrated, she said coquettishly, "I will be obedient, please don't deny me, okay?"

Wu Hutui was infected by this atmosphere, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing this, several cubs beside him kept rubbing against his calf, howling reassuringly.

To sum up, the whole scene sets off Tamamo Mae's greatest evil.

Yan Rong, who was following behind, couldn't stand it any longer. His title of kindergarten principal was not for nothing. Apart from Jinjian, the other short knives were also his precious lumps. Usually, no matter which one he coaxed, how could he be willing to let it go? they cry.

He directly stood up and accused Yu Zaoqian of being ruthless and unreasonable.

"Hey! You've gone too far! Bullying the little guy is nothing. If you have any grievances, you can attack me as an adult!"

Tamamomae who just told the truth:  …

Did he do something outrageous?He just saw how the door could be blamed for bullying the cubs in a blink of an eye, and Yuzao thought that his attitude should be gentle enough.

"I'm really not your master." He suppressed the twitching corner of his mouth and repeated the words again.

If it is a slightly more delicate sword here, you can probably find something wrong here, and then find that they really admitted the wrong person, but the word delicate is obviously not very related to Yan Rong, and the relatively mature ones among the small short knives are also there. Another unit, so the fusangshen present really didn't feel it.

"Huh? Do you still dare to continue to provoke now!" Yan Rong's head trembled at the same time, and he was really angry. If it wasn't for the setting that he couldn't attack the god judge, and the current form of Yu Zaoqian was still Female, he may have gone over and pulled the collar.

After listening to Yu Zaoqian, he felt that he might not be able to wash away his grievances by jumping into the Yellow River.

"Allah, the children are here, are they here to see the lord?"

When Xiao Karasuma came over with the medicine, what he saw was Yuzao Mae's bewildered face. Due to too little information, he couldn't deduce what happened yet.

California Qingguang also carried a tray containing snacks after taking medicine. Thinking of Yan Rong's loud voice, he specially warned: "By the way, the master is resting because he is not feeling well. Please keep your voices down. Don't bother her."

After Yan Rong heard this, he was not happy. He glanced at Yuzao, who was in a super-spirited state, and retorted: "Does this seem uncomfortable! You still have the intention to bully the little dagger, Qingguang, you can't be too partial to the god judge Well, we don't care if he doesn't want to be our master."

"Wait, did you misunderstand some facts?" Finally, California Qingguang heard something wrong. He tentatively looked at Wen Yanrong in front of Yuzao and said, "The examiner you just mentioned refers to this one?"

Yan Rong replied impatiently: "Who else could it be!"

"Just now he actually said that he is not our master, who is looking down upon!"

"But he is really not our master."

"???" Yan Rong's pair of three white eyes instantly turned into two orange peas, with great doubts written inside, he felt that he probably had an auditory hallucination:

"Qing Guang, were you talking just now?"

California Qingguang returned him with an 'Are you stupid' expression.

Yan Rong looked at Yu Zaoqian, who told the truth but suffered innocently.There was a little embarrassment: "Then he is?"

It shouldn't be, this person has the aura of a god judge.

"Your Majesty Yuzao is the master's shikigami." Karasuma walked to the door, knelt down and put the tray beside him to open the door, and of course he did not forget to tell them the real situation of the god judge: "My master is resting inside the door now." Well, don’t worry everyone, you can see it in a moment.”

Rock Rong:  …

Small knives: QAQ

The thin-skinned little knives are already embarrassed to see Tang Yuanyuan again, and even the real owner can be mistaken, which is simply embarrassing.

Yu Zaoqian was very open-minded, and he was not angry.There is no specific loss, the embarrassment is still this group of brats.

Helping grandma to impress them is also a necessary part, and more importantly, these little guys will be Yuromo and Aika's playmates in the future, so it is rare for Yuzao to say generously: "It's all over. Grandma's power fluctuations are indeed similar, no wonder you will admit your mistake."

His reaction successfully won the favor of Yan Rong and the short swords, and his expectations for Tang Yuanyuan were higher. With such a gentle (?) and powerful shikigami, then I may not be so bad.

They can let such a powerful shikigami do something similar to guarding, how good their god judges are.

They thought so.

People who were misunderstood didn't mind. Yan Rong has a hearty temperament, and he admits his mistakes frankly. He grinned: "Sorry, I was too impatient just now."

"I owe you a favor this time, and come to me if you have anything to do in this pill."

Don't take advantage of the bastard, Yuzao didn't say no, he nodded reservedly, acquiescing to expose the matter.

He doesn't dislike Yan Rong's rough-and-tumble character, and he looks like a pretty good-for-nothing guy.

Karasuma is very popular with the knives, and the range of popularity may be wider. After all, he treats everyone in this pill as if he is his own son, and it is unlikely that he will be hated.

One by one, he coaxed the little knives who were in embarrassment, and under his comfort, even the shy smile on Wu Hutui's face finally recovered.

The little daggers who regained their health had the courage to go to see their god judge again.

"Are there any precautions for a while, will the master not like us?" Ranto Shiro curiously asked Karasuma who had met Tang Yuanyuan, and wanted to organize himself into a look that the master would like.

It was the parent's responsibility to answer the children's questions, so Karasuma stroked Toshiro's soft long orange hair, and talked to them from an objective point of view.

It's just that his so-called objectivity includes only Tang Yuanyuan and their words and deeds while drinking tea, and does not involve her current young body, so it basically sounds exactly the same as the image of the master imagined in the hearts of the little knives.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the longing eyes of the little short knives and added a few words: "Now the lord is not in good health, if you can be smarter and make the lord openly conceive as a father, you will feel at ease."

"Well, that being said, you don't have to be deliberate. My lord likes children like you the most. She will be happy to see you."

What responded to Karasuma was the joyful nods of the knives.

They yearned to see Tang Yuanyuan even more, and the little daggers could already imagine that after the door was opened, there would be an elegant and mature woman sitting on the bed, smiling and waving to them.

They thought so until Karasuma really opened the door.

The rooms of the inquisitors were empty due to no one living in them for a long time, and they could see the panorama of the room at a glance. There was indeed a bed in the middle of the room, but it was different from what they imagined, and they did not see the owner immediately. The face of the interrogator, including his head, was buried under the quilt, and he must have fallen asleep.

This is not a good start for a meeting, but the little knives are not discouraged. They are all good knives who are considerate of their master. Although it is a pity, it is natural for the master to rest when he is not feeling well. After all, we can see each other sooner or later, not bad This hour and a half.

"How about we go back first?" Yan Rong lowered his voice and put forward his own suggestion. He didn't want to disturb the cultivation of the god judge at all.

But no matter how small the sound was, it was enough to wake up Tang Yuanyuan, who had just fallen asleep accidentally. She restrained her desire to continue sleeping, and forced herself to stand up.

This scene was very interesting in the eyes of Daojian present. A small and lovely hand stretched out from the quilt, and it was tremblingly supporting the tatami. The person inside poked his head out, revealing a harmless and Childish little face.

The girl's face was exquisite, but her complexion was pale and frightening, with a little blood on her lips, and the looming death on her body seemed to interpret the eight characters "Life is short, time is running out".

Her eye circles were red, probably from crying just now, which made her look younger, and even the more mature dagger was older than she looked.

All in all, it has nothing to do with the appearance of a mature and intellectual god judge imagined by the little short knives.

Did they... get the wrong guy again?The little knives panicked a little.