God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Although it's good to be willing to eat, but..."

Everyone looked worriedly at the juvenile judge sitting at the dining table with a stern face.

On the left is an empty plate that appears like flowing water, and on the right is a steady stream of dishes that Candlestick Cut has been working hard in the kitchen all day.

According to preliminary judgment, fifty or sixty plates were used, and what is even more frightening is that Candlestick Cut and Gexian are still in the kitchen.

The judging judge basically does not refuse anyone who comes, as long as it is served in front of him, he chews and eats it expressionlessly. It is by no means a perfunctory attitude of swallowing the jujube. He is savoring the taste very seriously, but the speed of eating is astonishingly fast.

When you eat something you like, your unobvious eyes will light up.

For now it's meat, meat and meat.

In order to coax the judges to eat a little, the two vibrating knives in the kitchen tried their best, but Fu Sangshen who knew a little special food also rolled up their sleeves and rushed into the kitchen, while the rest of them kept silent. Accepted the fate of eating leftovers for the next three days.

As long as he has one or two favorite foods, it's worth it.

But now it looks like maybe there will be food shortages for the next three days?

——The face is so tired.

You Shen touched his sore cheeks expressionlessly, he couldn't get enough to eat, he could only satisfy his cravings, but he couldn't bite anymore.

How much more?When I grew up, I said that you can't disappoint the other party's wishes, so I have to persevere.

The reason is unknown, but the juvenile judge who did complete the brainwave docking through time and space seriously picked up the next plate of food.

When Kasen and Candlestick Kiri from the kitchen finally came out with a little nervousness, they were greeted by a desperate Yamabagiri and numb onlookers.

The last dish served by the shikigami had just been finished, and the young judge let out a sigh of relief and put down his chopsticks.

The dishes whose raw materials were piled up to be two heads higher than the god judge were swept away, while the expression of the little creature who accomplished this feat alone did not change at all, as if eating a plate of appetizer salad with ease.

"... Alone, have you finished eating?" Song Xian asked in a little panic, "Isn't it enough?"

He actually received a response when he asked this obviously confused question. The tall Taidao nodded subconsciously, turned around and replied, "Then I'll make some more."

Of course it was quickly stopped.

"No matter how you look at it, this is very abnormal..." Izumi Mori Kanesada thought he moved to Kasen's side secretly, "I...have never seen such an edible person."

"It's a human! It's definitely a human!" Yamabagiri, who was always watching other people's expressions in fear, moved towards Hikari, grabbed Izumi Mori Kanesada's hand and emphasized loudly, "It's definitely a human, just eat a little more!"

He didn't even notice that the white cloth covering his face fell off, but he just looked at the other party earnestly, trying to drive the concept that the God Judge is a human being into the other party's mind.

"...Is that so, Kunihiro?" Shocked by the seriousness in the opponent's eyes, Izumi Mamoru asked his partner subconsciously.

"It's obvious, Kane-san." Wakizawa replied vaguely.

"Well, that's because I was thinking too much," Da Dao said with a face full of self-doubt, "I know, being...don't need to be so loud."

Ugh……

There were sighs from the crowd for not being able to see the good show, but more people chose to turn their heads silently, expressing basic respect for this appalling scene of fraud.

Candlestick cut quickly cleared up his mentality. To him, it doesn't matter what the judge is.

He sat on the chair next to the judging judge, smiling and asking the questions he wanted to know the most.

"Which flavor do you like?"

After waiting for a while to make sure that there was no more food to be served, the judge calmly let out a sigh of relief, and quickly pointed to some empty plates after hearing the question.

What a big row.

Even the parsley leaves used as side dishes were also eaten clean, which seriously hindered Candlestick Cut's judgment. Fortunately, the tortoise shell, who had started to make the observation notes of the spiritual examiner in advance, provided him with some valuable information.

While they were all busy recording empty plates, Jing Mo jumped off his chair and said coldly, "Don't follow."

Then it quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

After turning several corners, at the corner of a corridor that few people passed by, the young judge sat on the edge of the corridor, kicked off his socks, and stretched out his bare feet to feel the cool raindrops.

The long grass blades under the porch bend softly, avoiding the snow-white skin, and the raindrops on the porch eaves fall on his surroundings, separating the distant human voices far away.

This is mine, and they are mine.

The very happy little creature thought, although it takes a lot of time to eat, it is so leisurely.

But where is the enemy and when will it come?

Can it fly, still can't grasp the entity, or can it become super huge and full of tentacles?

Show up quickly, and then tear you apart, no matter how strong you are, you can't compare to me.

The little creature rolled its eyes, ignoring a sigh from the bottom of its heart, and then the strange feeling on its face reminded him of the original purpose of running out, and he stretched out his short hand reluctantly, and began to rub his sore cheek.

Rubbing and rubbing, he suddenly felt something, and turned his head vigilantly, only to see Hasebe looking at him from a distance with a =口= expression.

Subconsciously felt that this kind of action couldn't be done in front of Fu Sangshen. The young Jingmo froze while rubbing his face with his hands. He squatted down and took over the job of rubbing his face.

"Let them make some soft and delicious food next time," Hasebe asked earnestly while kneading, "What do you think?"

...looks like it's passing by, so it's not a violation of my orders.

The hand pressing on the face was not light or heavy, and the pressing position was just right. The juvenile judge was relieved by the snoring expression—he held back abruptly, and he looked at the serious and serious beating knife, and his tense face softened. .

The other party's respectful attitude made him relax a little bit. Even if he showed a little flaw before, it didn't affect him, right?

So the juvenile judge shook his head to answer the other party's question. Today is just the soreness caused by excessive exercise, and has nothing to do with the softness or hardness of the food. If necessary, the metal can be swallowed casually.

He opened his mouth slightly, showing off his small white teeth proudly, and then quickly hid his powerful weapon.

There was a slight stagnation of the hands on the face, and then they moved gently again.

After a while, the interrogator leaned back slightly, signaling that there is no need to press it anymore.

"Help you put on your socks." Hasebe picked up the white socks scattered on the corridor, "Autumn is already deep, maybe you are not afraid of the cold, but you still have to dress well."

Da Dao took a look at the attire on the god judge. It was still the little kimono of Youhe. He hid in the closet and changed into it just now. He didn’t wear it very well. It's done.

"I'll send you some more clothes for you to change at any time." Hasebe walked down the corridor and half-kneeled in the mud to put on socks for the little creature. "Please put the changed clothes where you want, we will tidy them up." .”

Even though he only did it once, the young Jingmo skillfully dispelled the wetness brought by the rain for the other party, and incidentally, there were also mud spots on the hem of the kimono.

They don't seem to like rain, but I do.

"What do you want?" the little creature asked softly.

"As long as you are safe and happy, that is our supreme happiness," Hasebe said with a smile, "There is nothing I want."

"You have something you want," the obsidian-like almond eyes stared at him, "don't allow me to lie, speak your heart honestly."

It's been a long time since I heard this commanding tone. Usually, this tone comes from my own mouth.

The proud Hasebe didn't feel unhappy, on the contrary, he really wanted to laugh.

"Sorry for deceiving you," he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Yes, I have something I want."

The little creature's clear eyes were filled with the word "Sure enough".

"What I want is you. They can't lose their master again, and I... can't lose you."

"Zongsan, can I do you a favor?"

"What's the matter?" Fenfa asked with a sideways head.

"Please take a look at Hasebe, it's not far behind his room, next to the bamboo rockery," Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki scratched his head, "I saw him standing there all the time, I don't know what's wrong, you're not related Very good, go and ask."

"Why don't you ask directly?" Da Dao said sadly, "I don't want to bother him, anyway, it must be some strange reason."

"Because he's not in the right state... Aren't you both Oda's swordsman? We're careless people, what should we do if we say the wrong thing haha."

"...Heh, do you still want to remind me of my identity as that man?" Da Dao walked away briskly, "Obviously they all have new owners..."

"So - we don't understand the thinking of these knives!"

Sozo saw Hasebe from a distance, and probably understood why Mutsumori asked him to take a look.

Because it seems so abnormal.

Wearing a haori kimono, Ochi was muttering to himself on the veranda, resting his forehead on the cold and smooth cylinder - isn't this action Yamabukiri often does?

——The young Lord is as cute as imagined, no, cuter than imagined!

Hasebe thought contentedly, it's a big mistake to use my narrow imagination to limit the Lord's charm.

After listening to his words, the little creature didn't say anything immediately. Of course, Hasebe didn't want an answer when he said this, but he found that the words kept in his heart can be very helpful when faced with a suddenly young appearance. Spit out smoothly.

I felt a little regretful after I finished speaking, but it was not that serious, on the contrary, it was quite relaxed.

So Da Dao smiled again: "I need to take you back..."

"Okay, I allow it."

"……what did you say?"

"I said yes." The little creature didn't feel that he was digging a hole for the adult judge, but just made a quick decision, "I will always be your master, and the time limit can be until you die."

Da Dao, who never expected to get such a promise, was so shocked that he couldn't even remember what the juvenile judge said afterwards, but his long black hair dragged away on the corridor.

In the future, it is better to prohibit all creatures from trampling on the main places to go.

Da Dao dazedly thought wildly in his mind.

Then a slight smile appeared on his usually serious face, although this promise seemed to be cheated while taking advantage of others, but he still wanted to keep it quietly.

Whether or not the Lord will remember this sentence in the future.

Zong San observed him from a distance for a while, and probably judged that this guy was actually happy, but he just didn't want to show it, so he calmed down here for a while, the corner of his mouth twitched or something, he was probably trying to hold back a smile, but he just looked ferocious.

Not interesting.

Fenfa turned around and left again, he was very busy.

As tonight's sleeper, this is the first time serving the young master, but he shoulders the expectations of the whole village, no, the expectations of all Honmaru people, and he cannot let the young master stay away at night.

I thought it would take a lot of effort to step into the bedroom of the young god-inspector, but I didn't expect the other party to accept the setting of "need to be accompanied by someone to sleep at night" calmly, but he still didn't let others help him change his clothes.

What kind of environment did you grow up in?

Looking at the little figure who got into the closet to change into pajamas again, the pink-haired man thought suspiciously.

But thinking didn't stop him from arranging the ties and necklines of the little creatures struggling out of the pile of clothes, and braiding their long hair loosely so that they wouldn't be crushed when they slept.

"Go to bed now, I don't know how to tell bedtime stories."

Youju gave him a strange look, and instead of being obedient, he walked around the room.

"Where are my weapons?" he asked gravely. "Have I left no weapons here?"

"...We are your weapons."

Zong San replied with a complicated expression.

The little creature gave him an extremely distrustful look, pushed open the door and ran downstairs to the warehouse.

……

I probably understand the feelings of Hasebe two days ago. Although I have long known that Oda Nobunaga has attached more meaning to himself than the sword itself, no matter who sees it, he will only say that this is Sozo held by the demon king. Zuo Wenwen, but it was the first time that he distrusted the identity of "Dao".

Zong San laughed at himself, and then saw the child coming upstairs dragging the three-meter-long straight knife.

"You can't, it will break if I use it," the young Jingmo said solemnly, "I won't be happy if it breaks."

He put the knife beside his bed, and then he went to bed and lay down, the light went out with a snap, leaving Zong San Zuowen in the darkness.

...No way.

I can't tell whether he is happy or angry, but Zong San, who is in a complicated and indescribable mood, sighed, went back to the bed in the dark and lay down.

Children are such demonic creatures, even if they are hurt, they still want to smile at him.

Keeping the weapon by your side, doesn't it feel like we're really going to let him go to the battlefield?It is enough to have us. It is said that the god judges were not willing to let the daggers go to the battlefield before, but now a little... a little bit understands that feeling.

—The enemy appeared.

Although it was said that he was falling asleep, but in fact, his thoughts were just as if he was sinking into deep water. The young judge suddenly opened his eyes in the night.

In the long river of time, an unforgettable breath appeared in the place marked by himself.

This is the enemy I have been looking for!

The black pupils shone brightly in the moonlight, and the young judge excitedly lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Zong San, who had been disturbed all this time and was not asleep, stood up, and the next moment he saw the young master jumping out of the window with the long knife in hand, and naturally cut a huge gap in the wall .

He still remembered raising his wrist to avoid the flowers just received today.

The loud sound was heard far away in the silent night, but there were only a few Fu Sangshen who could keep up with the juvenile judge's reaction speed. The one in the front was Yaoyan, followed by Smiling Qingjiang, and Zongsan followed behind with his saber in his hand. When crossing the courtyard, he caught the clogs thrown by Saya.

"what happened?"

Hasebe, who was a step behind, chased after the gate, and asked in surprise and anger when he saw the light of the Time Converter.

But no one could answer him.

The author has something to say: here is the manuscript box ww

If I have more time today, I will try my best to write a little more (not because I suddenly found out that the number of words on this week’s list is 2w)

This juvenile judge is still old enough to do whatever he wants, but he is also worried about other people's feelings, and his belligerent nature can't be suppressed hahaha

But sometimes he still has no wink, please don't hate him_(:з」∠)_

Juvenile Judge: I'm going to be angry!tear you apart!

——If you tear it apart, you can't put it back together again.

Juvenile Judge: ...that's fine.

Thank you for the little angel's gluttonous Kasib irrigation nutrient solution~

love you =v=