God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Actually, I don't know how all this happened," Zong San still had that sad look on his face. "He was sleeping normally, but suddenly got up and went out with a knife in his hand."

"Are you sure he's really asleep?"

"...I'm not sure, but he was breathing slowly and didn't sound like he was awake."

"That's why he didn't fall asleep," Qing Jiang said decisively, "He has been very good at pretending to be asleep since before."

"Alas..." Zong San sighed, and he didn't know why there were so many disasters when he was scheduled to sleep. He didn't want to know too many secrets...

Wouldn't it be better to leave this kind of thing to someone like Hasebe?Just be responsible for thinking for yourself.

"But how did you turn that knife out again?" Qing Guang bit his nails, "I hid it so deeply."

"I found it soon." Zong San said sadly, "He thinks I'm not capable of protecting him, and it's true. As a bird in a cage, once I'm released, it's hard to get used to it."

"There are too many enemies today, it doesn't matter whoever comes in," smiling Qingjiang comforted Da Dao symbolically, "Yaoyan, have you seen how it was resolved in the end?"

"I'm still too far away," Dagger shook his head, "and there are too many enemies, I can't pay attention."

"If I'm not mistaken, it was the historical revisionist that I encountered during the mission," Qing Jiang added, "the time when the target was Horikawa Kunihiro's former master."

"Kuohiro, you still have your former master?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada asked in shock.

"...Mr. Jian, I am not a natural Fusangshen. There must be a former master who made me appear."

"Oh, then you continue."

"Are you reading that right?" Katsumaru asked.

"There is an unforgettable fate between us, how could we just remember it wrong?" Owaki Sen touched the plum blossom on his sword, "I didn't expect his injury to heal so quickly."

"The question is how did the master find his breath from such a distance?"

"I don't think anything is weird since he can eat that much..."

Following these words, the room became quiet. The God Judge is not a human being—how can a human being be so edible—this matter is probably well known to everyone except Izumi Mori Kanesada.

It seems to have changed a bit, but there seems to be no difference.

Most of the newly-appeared Fusangshen had no idea about this, and it was over after being surprised at how edible their masters were, and only a small number were greatly affected.

Mainly those with more frequent holder changes.

"However, the general handled it very well." Yao Yan looked around and quickly answered, "Although his body is young, he is still so strong in battle. At least you don't have to worry about him being injured."

"I really should show you the way you wield long knives on the battlefield." Smiling Qing Jiang nodded. From the very beginning, he never considered the safety of the God Judge, because in his opinion, he would be injured if he became smaller. It's almost like a joke.

Fighting skills are deeply rooted in that person's blood like instinct, there will probably only be weapons that are difficult to use, and there will be no fighting methods that are forgotten.

"But he's just a child now," Yizheng emphasized in Yiqi, "it doesn't mean that he can avoid any damage if he fights hard. What if the next time it's daytime, he walks back to the mountain again, and we don't have time to find out?"

"You can only keep an eye on it, there is no other way." Yaoyan answered this question.

"You don't have to think about it too much. Didn't he say that he will recover soon?" Higakiri laughed, "Oh, if you don't seize this opportunity, you will change back soon. He must be better than Tsurumaru Recover quickly."

That's right, the important point is that this is a god-inspector limited to the childhood period. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity, he will turn back to the invulnerable master who doesn't dare to cross the line too much.

"Then..." Hasebe, who didn't know what he was messing with at the beginning, finally stopped his work, "What is the most important thing, haven't you found out yet?"

Everyone looked at him questioningly.

"When the master was out, the wall was damaged because it was too fragile," said Dao proudly, who could easily distort the facts with his eyes closed. "It will take at least a month for the shikigami to be repaired. So during this period, where should I mainly rest?" ?”

Of course it's in my room!

At this moment, everyone's thoughts converge infinitely.

"So I did the lottery," Dao said, "and now we can start."

...As expected of the Hasebe of action.

Everyone looked at the lottery slip in his hand in awe, and no one wanted to be in the back. Even if the wall really took a month to repair, Jingmo's recovery time would not be that long, and it was doomed to be meaningless to be in the back.

"Shouldn't the servants come first?" Song Xian protested on behalf of the four servants, "Our order is decided by ourselves, but the servants must take care of the master when he can't go back to the room. There is no need to draw lots."

"According to you, it's just that if you don't draw lots, everyone depends on their own ability?" Hasebe squinted at him, "I have no objection, it will be more beneficial to me."

Afterwards, Song Xian was overwhelmed by the wave of opposition. Currently there are only a few Fu Sangshen who can approach the juvenile god judges. It is clear at a glance who the winner will be under this kind of free competition.

"Then let's draw lots..." Remembering that he was also one of the members who couldn't get close to the juvenile judge, Song Xian agreed without confidence.

After changing all the hot spring water three times, the young Jingmo finally washed himself for nothing.

Tsurumaru, who was exhausted and gasping for breath, floated on the water, pretending that he was a floating corpse. The hair of the little creature was very difficult to wash, and he didn't want to move himself, just relying on the momentum of the water to wash away the things on it.

Doesn't swimming take more energy than washing your hair?

Tsurumaru, who couldn't quite understand the other party's thoughts, had to wash the master's hair. Fortunately, this is a hot spring with running water, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to ask for a pool.

How many enemies did you kill?

"I'm going to rest." The young judge turned from a "comfortable!" expression to a fierce one and said, "Don't follow."

"Isn't your room damaged, or go to sleep in my room?" Tsurumaru raised his head and asked lazily, "There is a big gap in the wall, and the roof is a little crooked."

"It will be fixed soon."

"No, no, there are interesting things in all of our rooms. You haven't been to many of them, have you?" Tsurumaru said, "You haven't checked the numbers on many people. Wouldn't it be good to get to know them one by one?"

"This is my place, you are all my stuff," the little creature retorted seriously, "so your stuff is also mine, I can visit it whenever I want."

"...It really scares me that I can't refute it," Tsurumaru groaned for a while and said, "In short, we all like you so much, please respond to us."

"Like me?" The young Jing Mo was taken aback, "Why do you like me?"

"I don't know why," Bai He hugged the stone by the hot spring, "Anyway, I really like it."

"Oh." The child thought for a while, and responded indifferently.

Must be confused by my grown-up face, that's what these humanoids look like.

"...Then do you want to go to my room?" Tsurumaru, who always felt that there was something wrong with the other party's reaction, asked tentatively, "Anyway, you don't have any particular place you want to go."

"Then go and have a look," the young judge reluctantly said, "Actually, fighting is the most interesting thing."

"You are still so young, how do you know what is the most interesting in the world?" Tsurumaru touched his wet hair, "You have to go through everything before you know what is the most interesting, but you haven't When you’ve seen everything, there’s something new where you’ve already been.”

"Battles are like this, they happen non-stop, and I can't keep up with the speed of starting disputes," the little creature replied a little frustrated, steaming the water from his hair, "but I like it very much, so it doesn't matter. "

"Occasionally, you have to take a break," Bai He followed him in wet clothes, "There are many other things to do besides fighting. This is what you said when you grew up. Human talents are diverse, so why limit yourself .”

"This is my talent," the young Jing Mo replied stubbornly, "It has been proven."

"Alright alright."

So when everyone was lucky enough to draw lots with all kinds of metaphysics bonuses, Tsurumaru Kuninaga had already smuggled the little master back into the room.

"Let me find you a quilt..."

Tsurumaru opened the closet and fumbled in it, while the little guy behind him looked left and right in his room, found the tatami mat farthest from the window, and said that he was going to sleep here, and then went to his closet one by one. Look through clothes.

"This dress looks good, why don't you wear it?" He touched one of them and asked, "I see, you can't wear it."

Bai He looked up, and found that it was one of the clothes that Jingmo bought for him before, and the price was sky-high.

It seems that the aesthetics have not changed much, and I still like gorgeous things.

So Tsurumaru Kuninaga dragged out an all-white quilt from the closet with great pains, and spread it out for the young master.

The little creature waited for him to make the bed before he got into the quilt, closed his eyes and lay down, and ordered naturally: "You can go out."

"This is my room," Bai He pretended to be pitiful with his eyes wide open, "If I can't stay here, I have nowhere to go."

"...Then keep quiet and sleep next to me."

Finding that the room was not compromised by the juvenile judge who paid tribute to him, he looked at the still wan sky outside and yawned: "Where's my knife?"

"The enemy won't come, so let's send it for maintenance." Tsurumaru also dragged his quilt to Yushen's side to lie down, "If it really comes, you can use my knife first."

He pointed to the knife rack across the room, which held sabers he hadn't used since he was smaller.

"But if you use it, you have to take me with you, or you will disappear."

Youju climbed out and weighed the knife, then nodded and put it beside him.

The two dumplings, who were relieved in various senses, quickly fell asleep, ignoring the movement outside. Someone in the middle opened the door and closed it gently, leaving them a quiet sleeping environment.

After a full night's sleep, the young Jingmo opened his eyes and found that the sky was bright outside. He curled his lips, pulled on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's small clothes and put them on, and then opened the door to look for food.

Xiao Yu got up again, and opened the window to look outside: "Master has woken up, let's hurry up."

As long as the young gods walk around in the pill, the weather must be raining, and they have gotten used to it in just a few days.

The result of the lottery has come out, and the first lottery winner is Naruto, who lives at the end of the row bedroom at Awataguchi. The short swords immediately decided to remove the shoji door in the middle to form a large bedroom.

The kind that can run freely in it.

How should I put it, it's like a holiday.

But after the initial joy, the daggers were a little uneasy again.

Because the owner looks completely unfamiliar now, unlike the god judge who would touch their heads and give them candy in the past, he is a child who is about their age, or a little younger than himself.

For a while, I didn’t know how to get along with him. It’s definitely not okay to act like a baby like before, but it’s also impossible to let the master act like a baby to me—it looks like a very imposing little master, and they are not fighting with knives With an adult appearance like Taidao, there is no sense of security.

"Alas..." several little daggers sighed.

In short, let's put all the interesting things out first, and snacks!

The author has something to say: Today's word count is slightly less... because I can finally go back!

When I go back, I will make up a little more. It feels really bad to take the time to write hundreds of words and finally put them together...

After a while, I will go to catch the car. If it goes well, I will get home safely at night!

The writing may not be very good, I will change it when I go back... I'm sorry everyone QAQ

Thanks to the little angel for the nutrient solution that irrigates me!50 bottles of Mu Qingxuan; Score: +210 bottles;

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