God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Jing Mo did come back to eat something.

The food in the room must have been prepared by myself before, the power contained in it is enough to support daily consumption, and the taste is also a habitual taste.

Just don't know why there is so much sugar.

The young judge who went back to eat for the second time bit down on the candy with a puffy face. The candy is not enough to eat, why not put it all into meat?

When he went again at night, he found that it was full of rations for those creatures again.

Was discovered.

Feelings of guilty conscience rose quietly, but were quickly cut off by the cold Jing Mo.

...If I don't eat it all the time, they should understand.

For the time being, he didn't really want to get close to this group of people who would make him feel uncomfortable. The young judge quickly found a reason for himself, and then slipped away in the dark.

He walked towards the back mountain with ease, intending to continue thinking about life in it.

But voices were heard in the distance.

"Brother Qiqi, go back and rest, I'll be fine here."

"It's a bone," Yiqi Yijin, who leaned against the torii pillar in a daze, smiled, "It's okay, you go to sleep, I won't sleep well when I go back."

"...He might not come," the silver-haired Wakizawa said after a moment of silence, "Why does Brother Yiqi have to stand here?"

"It's best if you don't see it, I'll guard it here, and he won't take the initiative to come over," Yiqi Yizhen curled his lips, "This is the entrance of the passage, if he walks inadvertently, I can also remind him, Otherwise, it’s really worrying.”

"Is that so." Wakizawa, who was not good at words, was silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "But I heard back that there is a very peaceful world over there."

"No, what is hidden under the calmness is the dark heart, the return is very small, I don't understand this," Yiqi Yizhen subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife, and warned cautiously, "It's the same with you, you must never go there by yourself, you know? ?”

"I understand." Waki ​​almost nodded, and decided to go back and emphasize it to his younger brothers.

"Okay, go to sleep," Yiqi Yizhen patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, this pill is safe."

The lantern hanging on the torii swayed slightly, and the warm light sent Wakizashi down the mountain. The young god judge quietly stood on the top of the tallest pillar of the torii gate, looking at the yawning man below who was staring at the mountain road. too knife.

He didn't think there was anything here that could hurt him, even if he stood there overnight.

The battle to capture the gods came to an end on the second day, and the little creatures that had disappeared for a day reappeared on the trees in the courtyard, but they didn't run away immediately when they saw people.

After comprehensively considering several factors such as height (key point), Taro Tachi lived up to expectations and took the master down from the tree. Although he didn't get a meal reply, at least he didn't have to stay up all night for a while.

The Fu Sangshen downstairs chattered about how to start the second wave of God-inspectors' feeding campaign, while Jing Mo upstairs listened quietly to the audience.

He hesitated for a moment, got up and ate all the snacks in the drawer.

Taste... the taste is not bad, it matches my own taste, a little changed, but acceptable.

Have these people lived with themselves for a long time?

The neatly tidied room is also a familiar arrangement method, and you can know how things are distributed with your eyes closed.

How did I get along with them, why didn't I leave a reminder?

The juvenile god judge looked up at the main seat beside him, and a vague but familiar figure appeared on it, pointing to the cabinet behind him with a smile.

So he pushed open the cabinet again, and pulled out a jade box from the innermost part, the lock was in the shape of ouroboros.

is my thing.

He sat on the ground with confidence, opened the box and began to read.

At first, there were a few thick envelopes, from which the blood that no longer seemed strong because of the age was revealed, and the envelopes were sealed with wax.

This is the familiar atmosphere of the juvenile judge, blood and battle, the sealing wax seems to be saying, don't worry about it.

So he put these aside and continued to scroll down.

Later, some words that the young judge was not familiar with gradually appeared, and a few lines of words were written intermittently on a piece of clothing:

"...Life is fragile, but it can burst out with unimaginable light due to this short time...It is very beautiful, and I would like to be the record of this..."

"It is not strength that is qualified as a measure of value. It is different from us... it is their most precious place. I... am attracted."

It was probably splashed with sparks, and there were a few scorched holes in the cloth, which erased some seemingly important but irrelevant handwriting.

Jing Mo thought for a while, flipped through layer by layer, and wrote down the incomprehensible words first. Slowly, there were fewer and fewer broken things, and more and more clean writing paper. It was different from the rush before. Something that can only be written by sitting down.

The records in the box gradually decreased, and soon reached the end.

This stack of things individually organized with gold pins carried a completely different softness from before, and the little creature slowed down hesitantly.

——Is this the most important information I left behind?

He thought carefully for a while, put the other reverse order back, indicating that he had finished reading, then returned to the bed with the box in his arms, and began to read carefully.

What does the paper pressed with flowers convey to me?

It started to rain in Honmaru.

It is the pattering autumn rain, and the cold water droplets chase each other finely and lingeringly, weaving a melancholy rain curtain.

"The general likes rainy days very much," Dagger said while sitting in the corridor, "When he couldn't sleep well before, he would let it rain in Honmaru."

"...I rarely see rain," Yamabuchi replied in a muffled voice, hugging his knees, "Most of the time it's sunny."

"Because we are swordsmen, we don't like this kind of humid weather very much," Yaoken smiled, "but the change of seasons is also very important, so he rarely changes the weather, maybe he will secretly change it when he is in a particularly good mood. "

"Really..." Yamabachi recalled that moonlit night accompanied by light rain, and pulled down the white cloth to cover his face, "Then...if it rains, will he be willing to come out for a walk?"

"Well, who knows," Dagger replied with a smile, "If the method of invitation is correct, there should be no problem, right?"

After reading through a stack of papers that looked like diaries and essays, Youju carefully put away his precious things before, and then stared at the rain outside and began to daze.

At the end of the box are two letters to my former self, signed by Yaken Toshiro, there should be another letter from the wording, where did it go?

...When I look at it, I feel a little warm, like a carefully cultivated flower is slowly stretching its petals, so I really want to see it, and the flower that is willing to wait for so long must be very beautiful, right?

When he was thinking blankly, a white-haired head suddenly came into sight, and Fu Sangshen, who was soaked all over, froze while maintaining a half-lying posture by the window.

Originally, he wanted to quietly put the flowers in the small vase by the window while the master was sleeping, but unexpectedly, his eyes met as soon as his head emerged, and the young master stared at the place where he appeared as if he was ready.

For the first time, the big fox experienced what it means to be embarrassed to suffocate.

If it was the original Jingmo, he would definitely open the window and go in, proudly showing off his achievements.

It was a white flower branch that had not faded in late autumn. The slender leaves guarded the orchid-like petals, showing a vibrant color under the autumn rain.

It has been a whole day since I saw the shadow of the god judge. The big fox really wanted to go up and hug him after seeing the small group found, but he was afraid of being misunderstood by the other party—if he ran away again and encountered danger what to do?

What kind of things do children like...

Taidao, who was walking around while thinking, encountered the continuous rain in the mountains, and the only bright color in the withered and yellow mountains came into view.

Will like this?After all, it is a rare flower nowadays.

So the big fox happily picked it off and came back. Needless to say, the hair was covered with withered grass, and the corners of the clothes were splashed with mud.

Holding the flower branches and standing downstairs for a while, he decided to climb up the window. There was a small porcelain vase with azure glaze on the small coffee table by the window, and he inserted the flowers quietly. The master would be very happy to see it when he woke up.

That way it won't scare him anymore.

Still feeling that his reckless actions had frightened his master, Xiaohumaru decided to act lightly, not to wake up the other party, and leave after letting go, without even entering the house.

who knew it would be like this...

Rainwater flowed down the big fox's hair to his face, he couldn't help shaking his hair, trying to get rid of the itchy feeling, and then immediately froze pitifully.

"……What do you want to do?"

The juvenile judge asked questions, his voice was soft and cute, with deep puzzlement.

...Assassination?When you are in a daze?

I am not such an unguarded person.

Jing Mo deeply reflected on his behavior of thinking and forgetting the surrounding environment, but launching an attack from this direction with a clumsy posture is tantamount to seeking a dead end.

Even if I'm unarmed or asleep.

However, the way the other party shook his hair seemed to evoke some memories, so he couldn't help saying with the voice in his heart: "Come in."

"Come here."

The two tufts of hair on the big fox's head stood up with a whoosh, and it didn't take him even a second to climb over the window and kneel down to the side of the bed.

The god judge stretched out his short hand, skillfully removed the moisture from the other person's body, and then couldn't help touching that lock of hair.

...not ears, but nice to touch,

He forced himself to withdraw his hand, and then tried to ask with a straight face: "What are you doing here?"

Feeling a faint familiarity from this attitude, the big fox proudly raised the flower in his hand: "Master, the little fox has found a flower that is still blooming now."

……flower.

The god judge looked at the snow-white flower, the blooming posture was really beautiful, he stretched out his hand to take it, and gave the flower a little strength so that it would not wilt.

Then he saw the uncontrollable smile on the face of the white-haired man in front of him, his eyes curved gracefully, and his sharp canine teeth were exposed a little, the joy in the air spread like substance.

"Are you happy?" he asked incomprehensibly.

The big fox nodded happily.

"why?"

The other party looked around for a while, as if he wanted to find something but didn't want to take a step away, and finally turned on the small machine on his wrist.

He has an impression of this, and yesterday that person also used this to show him pictures.

The light image projected by the machine reflected his own face like a mirror. The young Jingmo found that the corners of his mouth were also upturned. It looked——

It's a smile.

The fusangshen in the corridor witnessed the whole process of Xiaohuwan from hanging stiffly on the window to turning into the room, and the feeling of the lemon tree was beyond words.

Fortunately, the lemon has a slightly sweet aftertaste, otherwise it would be impossible to maintain a human shape.

Comforting themselves with the words that if there is the first, there will be the second, the Fu Sangshen chose to push the Yaoyan with the quietest footsteps up to hear what happened.

However, Dagger didn't hear anything, and the room was as quiet as if no one existed. He hesitated for a while, and finally knocked on the door lightly twice.

... It couldn't be because he was beheaded for trespassing on the general's bedroom, and he didn't smell blood.

Facing the mournful eyes of the crowd who had squirmed from the first floor to the second floor in a ball shape because they wanted to know the result too much, the dagger nervously pushed open a crack in the door.

Then he opened the door a little wider with no expression on his face.

Xiaohumaru's somewhat nasty face appeared in sight. He rested his chin on the edge of the bed, staring at the young mind examiner who was carefully observing the flowers on the bed without blinking, and almost wagged his tail—if he If so.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, almost like when the judge hadn't grown younger.

Hasebe, who always wanted to rush up at this time in the past, was surprisingly calm this time. He snorted and walked downstairs with his hands in his kimono sleeves.

No matter whether it is getting bigger or smaller, the people he is loyal to really have not changed.

The anxiety that had intensified in the past two days was surprisingly calmed down at this time, just like this rain, the rustling of the fallen leaves has the unique quiet beauty of autumn.

As long as our master is peaceful and quiet, we will also settle down. As long as we can feel you, it is our best comfort.

The inquisitor moved his gaze to the door, and saw a familiar face as expected, but there was no faint anxiety on it, but a relieved expression, showing a natural expression without dodging when he turned his head. smile.

... My heart is also relaxed.

What a strange relationship, are we influencing each other?

The young god judge pressed his chest, thinking in confusion.

"Will the little fox show you Honmaru?" The big fox blinked and said, "Maybe there are other flowers that I haven't found yet."

"Major, would you like to go down and eat something?" Yao Yan asked gently, "Candlestick cut has made a new one, you can have a bite."

"I'll take you to a fun place," He Tuanzi said proudly when he slipped in without knowing when, "They don't know, this is a secret that will only be shared with you."

"That..." Yamabuchi kept pushing Okuri forward nervously, Fusangshen turned back and glared at him angrily, but the other party didn't notice at all, and the social barrier duo pushed and said: " There is a swing...do you want to play on the swing when the rain stops?"

"He has good wine...it hurts!"

"What do you want to do with such a cute child!" California Qingguang retracted the scabbard, "Master, come and play with me, I have a lot of treasures, which can make people very cute..."

"...You are the one, what do you want to do to Master..."

The young god judge looked at these creatures that were tentatively invading his domain, but he didn't feel any discomfort, and even the last trace of irritability disappeared.

He nodded quietly.

The author has something to say: ... Dead line ...

catch up...

Therefore, the god judge and Fu Sangshen interact with each other, whether they are happy or sad, there will be a two-way feedback, which is the reason why their bond continues to deepen~

This overtime work...is really a test QAQ

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: liu1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 17 Swastika Zhan Xiye;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 32 bottles of my sweetheart; 20 bottles of Zheng Rumengling;

Love you~ love everyone~