God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"It's actually raining." California Qingguang frowned and pushed back his wet forehead hair, "I didn't prepare rain gear, so I made a mistake."

"I seldom encountered this kind of weather when I went out to fight." The white clothes on Qingjiang's shoulders were full of moisture, and fell heavily behind him. "Master, is he alright?"

More than an hour ago, they cleaned up the last group of time-traveling troops nearby. After healing their wounds, the god judge said that he would leave the team and act independently for a while, and quickly disappeared into the forest before his subordinates raised objections.The Fusangshen who were left waiting in place did not expect the heavy rain to come suddenly, and they were almost wet when they moved under the tree.

"It's okay in terms of force, but other places still make people worry unconsciously." Qing Guang curled the ends of his hair, "Master... I can't tell if he is the type who is good at taking care of himself, but it's true that he doesn't care about small things."

"Human beings will get sick when they get wet in the rain," Hasebe looked at the increasingly dense rain curtain, "I'm going to find the master."

"Don't walk around, Hasebe," Yaoken stopped him, "If you and the general miss it, he will definitely go back to find you, so let's wait here first."

"But I can't take shelter here alone from the rain with peace of mind!" Hasebe circled around the tree anxiously.

"If the general gets sick because of looking for you, will he feel at ease?"

"That's simply inexcusable!"

"So you just stay here." Yao Yan flipped to a slightly higher branch and sat down, "I will tell you if I see the master."

——It's quite interesting to bully Hasebe.

Yaken looked at Hasebe who sat down angrily and thought.

"Ge Xian, how do you feel?" Xiao Ye hugged her legs, put her chin on her knees, and focused on the raindrops that were getting faster and faster in front of her eyes.

"I didn't even have time to eat the bento." Ge Xian took the small lunch box from his waist, "This kind of mess can't be dedicated to the master."

"Battle, can you still keep up?" Xiaoye Zuowen asked softly.

"I am Zhiding's knife, what is this?" Song Xian glanced at Hasebe who was restless, "No matter what the situation is, it is a kind of romance to not be surprised."

Hasebe was no longer in the mood to bicker with the rapping knife, and just glanced into the distance from time to time following the direction of Yaken's gaze.

"The general is back... probably." Yao Yan said hesitantly, a figure in black with an umbrella walking in the distance, his face was blurred in the heavy rain.

As soon as the words fell, Hasebe had already rushed into the rain curtain, California Qingguang curled his lips, and sat there without moving.

The judge was holding a big umbrella, and was a little surprised when he saw Hasebe rushing over, and quickly put the wet Dao under the umbrella.

"Lord, did you get caught in the rain? Are you feeling unwell?" Da Dao even forgot to say the honorifics in his anxiety, the rain kept flowing down his hair, looking very embarrassed.

"It's just that the cloak got wet, I've already taken it off, it's okay." Jing Mo comforted.

Seeing the other party's relieved smile and the drops of water dripping from his chin, the judge moved his fingers and put it down again, but tilted the umbrella to that side again: "Let's go."

"All wet? Then go to a nearby town to rest and wait for the rain to stop." The judge handed out the pocket in the other hand, which contained three umbrellas. human life?"

Smiling Qingjiang consciously stepped forward to pick up a handful, followed by Gexian, leaving the rest in Yaoyan's hand, and Yakibe Hasebe stood stubbornly beside the God examiner without moving.

A group of people marched quietly down the mountain.

"It's best for people of similar height to share the same umbrella."

Smiling Qingjiang suddenly spoke, and beside him, California Qingguang looked back and couldn't speak anymore after suppressing his laughter.

The three people walking in front also stopped and turned around when they heard the words.

"Ah, Xiao Ye!" Song Xian hurriedly bent down and put the umbrella on top of the dagger. The height difference of this pair of partners is nearly [-] centimeters, and the effect of walking together under the same umbrella can be imagined. Half of Xiao Ye's ponytail has been covered by rain It drooped down after being washed, and his body was soaked.

"I'm fine," Xiaoye Zuowen wiped the water from his face and said calmly, "Just take care of yourself."

"Xiao Ye, come and share the same umbrella with me," Yao Yan walked over and let Xiao Ye under his own umbrella, "Actually, you can put on the bamboo hat first."

"Gexian will think too much." Xiao Ye said in a left-handed manner.

Yao Yan glanced at the dejected expression of Ge Xian who had half of his clothes wet because he kept holding the umbrella at an angle, smiled and slowed down to let them walk in a row.

"Lord, let me support it." Hasebe reached out to take the umbrella, but the judge turned his wrist and avoided it.

"The tall ones are responsible for holding the umbrellas. This is the rule of the world." Jing Mo wrote the code of conduct without any psychological burden, "If you don't believe me, look at them."

Convinced by the strong on-site proof, Hasebe gave way to the side with some embarrassment.

"It's going to rain, lean over here, Hasebe."

"I have moisture on my body, so I can't get too close to you," Hasebe moved to the edge of the umbrella again, "moisture entering the body will bring disease."

"I'm not that fragile." The judge shrouded Hasebe under the umbrella again, "I also brought the umbrella back from the city."

"You actually let you walk such a long distance alone..." Da Dao responded in a depressed mood.

"It's not too far away, look, it's just ahead."

Through the rain curtain, the outline of a blurred town by the sea can be seen in the distance.

"Four rooms." Hasebe turned sideways to let the interrogator to the front, and at the same time instructed the proprietress who was waiting at the door with his usual arrogant tone.

"My lord, there are only two rooms left. There are people sheltering from the rain everywhere at the moment. You can't go anywhere. Just make do with it." The proprietress of the inn didn't dare to look up at the faces of these strange warriors. , just looking forward with his eyes slightly lowered to answer.

Then she saw a pair of slender and pale hands raised in front of her, slowly took off a fine red gold hollow ring on her finger, and placed it on the table with a click.

"This... my lord, there is really no room to spare..."

"Three rooms are fine."

This time, a ring inlaid with crimson coral was directly put into the hands of the proprietress, and the proprietress tightly clutched the thing in her hand with a troubled expression on her face.

"Please come with me first."

They were taken to a slightly remote corner of the hotel. There was a clump of green bamboo planted under the corridor, and there were three connected Japanese rooms next to it. It was very quiet except for the sound of rain falling.

"Isn't this very good?" Qing Guang looked around, "Obviously there is a vacant room."

"Do you want to sit on the ground and raise the price?" Hasebe frowned and looked at the proprietress.

"I dare not lie to you, my lord," the proprietress glanced left and right, and flinched from the knife on the other's waist when she wanted to come closer, "This room was originally a quiet place we prepared for the nobles, but since last year From then on, there are non-human things wandering here."

"In the middle of the night, there will be a faint cry of a woman, but it has never hurt anyone," the proprietress carefully looked at the expressions of everyone,

"Besides this, there are only two guest rooms left."

"Interesting, are you also a female ghost?" Qing Jiang put the umbrella under the porch, showing a very interested look.

"We will live here, please arrange it," the judge stepped into the corridor, "bring some dry clothes to my subordinates."

"I'm going right now, please wait a moment."

The proprietress who made a big business left in a hurry with a smile. When she disappeared behind the rain, the Fusangshen became active.

"I didn't expect to come into the town like this," Kai Qingguang curiously pushed open the barrier door and looked, "I was worried that this outfit would be pointed at."

"Who dares to point fingers at the warriors," Ge Xian said with a look of normality, "Even if you don't wear clothes, no one will care about you."

"This is the government's protection measures for us," Yao Yan untied the tether of the shoulder armor, "They will only think that our dress is weird, but they won't think it's too weird."

"It sounds like you have a lot of experience." The smiling Qing Jiang said with some surprise.

"No, I just looked at the forum more." Yao Yan paused, "It's very interesting."

"—Excuse me, here are some clean clothes for you."

"Let's clean it up. If the blade gets wet, you need to maintain it," said the judge with a smile. "It's okay to change your clothes and want to go out to play. If you have to work hard at this time, you will live up to the weather."

The gods of Fusang left the middle room to the judge, and then went to take a bath and change their clothes. Hearing the sound of the next door rustling like a small animal, the judge brought himself a cup of hot water and sat down. Enjoy the empty and rainy scenery from the porch.

"Oh?" The smiling Qing Jiang who had changed into his bathrobe came out of another room, "Aren't you going to change?"

"I didn't get caught in the rain, and it's a little troublesome to change clothes." The judge looked at the other party's long hair, with some water droplets on the ends, leaving a wet mark on the hem of the newly changed bathrobe, " You're fast."

"I'm good at putting it on or taking it off," Owaki Zaza replied with a smile, "After all, I have a lot of experience."

Jing Mo turned the teacup in his hand, not knowing how to answer the words that seemed to imply something.

"Huh?" Smiling Qing Jiang tilted his head to look at the judge.

"Where do you want to go next?" The judge smiled, pretending that the previous silence did not exist.

"Even with the government's cover-up, can our non-existent identities really be so close to human beings?" Oyaki Tsubasa leaned against the colonnade, avoiding his question and asked, "Will it be possible inadvertently? Did it change history?"

"History can't be changed that easily," Jing Mo smiled. "Otherwise, why deploy an 4000 million time-traveling army? A few highly skilled assassins are enough."

"I've never stayed in history before." Smiling Qingjiang reached out and plucked a bamboo leaf protruding into the corridor, and tried to play it, but there was only a whining sound of airflow, "We performed missions in the dark, bandaged in the wilderness Wounds, the course of action is strictly planned, and current politics does not allow us to approach any historical existence, isn't this all to ensure the correct development of history?"

"Have you ever paid attention to the streams in the mountains?" the judge said calmly, holding a teacup, "the waters will eventually flow into the sea, but the posture of walking this way is determined by the terrain. Where there is a bulge or a gully, it will affect the trend of the stream, and the particularly obvious part is called the time node by current affairs."

"The way we walk into history is like a fish jumping halfway into a stream, leaving at most a few ripples, which will not have any impact on the direction of history."

"So, is the retrograde army's approach to attack the time node?"

"Roughly destroying the terrain is the easiest way to affect the direction of the stream. It doesn't matter whether you dig a ditch or fill it with soil, as long as the movement is large enough, you can succeed." The judge put down his cup and got up to take the bamboo leaf in the opponent's hand, "No matter what it is , once it has something to do with time, the story becomes much more complicated."

"Story?" Qing Jiang repeated blankly.

"Oh, it's okay to treat it as a strange story. I'll tell you someday when the atmosphere is good." The judge smiled and put the bamboo leaves to his lips and blew a small tune.