God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Under the starlight, two people of good figure embraced each other in a dance-like posture, with their long hair blocking the faces that were very close to each other. This silhouette-like scene was originally very beautiful.

Yet the first person to see it is not going to appreciate it.

Da Dao gave full play to his mobility and strength, rushed up and lifted Owaki Zashi aside, then gently helped the examiner straight up, and patted his clothes carefully up, down, left, and right.

"It's too much, is there something dirty on my body?" Owaki Tsubasa who was sitting on the ground asked lazily, "It's really heartbreaking to treat my companion like this, I just try to get a little bit of his color."

However, the imaginary angry rebuke did not come as expected, Hasebe just glanced at him with complicated eyes that could be described as heartbroken, and then went back to the judge.

Oh?Do you think I can be trusted even in this way?

Unexpectedly smiling Qing Jiang stood up with strength in his arms, watched the judge pat Hasebe's shoulder to speak, and nodded with a knife. The smile on his face was not the usual sarcasm, but soft and bright.

Hmm...didn't hear what they said.

"Hasebe may not do this next time," the leisurely figure walking side by side with Xiaohumaru suggested, "You should push him, the effect should be much better than this, hahaha."

Hasebe, who had just received a certain promise from the examiner, looked at Mikayue who spoke suspiciously, but did not hear any further explanation, only Taidao's meaningful laughter.

Unlike the tortoise shell, Owaki Tsubasa, who has always only stayed in talking skills, will definitely run away at a much faster speed than this when he is really close, and he will not be able to say anything afterwards.

"Your relationship is really enviable." Owaki Zai, who had seen through his weaknesses, glanced at their hands. "Is this a story from experience?"

"Huh? Real skin-to-skin contact is very reassuring." Mikazuki shook the hand pinched by Xiaohumaru, and the blood beads rolled all the way to the ground, causing Owaki Zai to tilt his head.

"Been bitten?" The judge cast his eyes on the hand and frowned slightly, "Stretch out your hand."

The big fox grabbed the hand and brought it to the judge, and said worriedly: "He has been bleeding, although it is not much, but it can't be stopped."

The examiner stretched out his index finger to touch the fingertips of the five swords under heaven, a little warm white fluorescent light lit up from the contact point, and the wounds like tooth marks quickly rolled back on the fingertips of the examiner as if attracted, but soon The light went out, and the sudden darkness made Tachi blink his eyes.

After adapting to the surrounding brightness again, Sanriyue raised her hand, the small wound under the starlight had disappeared, and the blood naturally stopped flowing.

"Go back," the judge lowered his hands and smiled, "It's not over yet, why did you run out in such a hurry?"

The temperature at night was not warm, and the hair of Mikazuki and Tsurumaru stuck to the nape of their necks was still slightly damp, and it seemed that they hadn't dried their hair well.

"Because Mikazuki was injured, it's an injury I haven't seen before," said Tsurumaru, who was wearing too big clothes and looked too small, "It's faster to come out and find you than to wait."

It sounds like he didn't consider the possibility of taking a side road and not finding him at all. This is the confidence of going to fight Taidao overnight!

"That's great," Owaki Tsubasa suggested insincerely, staring at the interrogator's hand in his sleeve, "Shall I challenge Ikedaya again?"

...Could it be that this practice attempt was not very successful?But he still had the heart to bully Hasebe just now, so he must gain something.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has a lot of black history in the opponent's hands, shut up silently, not knowing why Owaki Zashi suddenly wanted to target himself.

The internal food chain of the First Force is becoming more and more complex, and new links will be added every time it goes out.

"Master, let's go back now."

Standing beside the judge, Hasebe slowly pursed his lips into one word, speaking in a firm tone, as if he was restraining his emotions.

"Okay." Without thinking about it, he knew that his cover-up was not comprehensive. The judge sighed and smiled, made a quiet gesture with the other hand, and winked at Da Dao, signaling these good-eyed children not to expose he.

They returned to the house again, the hot spring water was still steaming, and the soft light was sprinkled in every corner, and the interrogator took them directly to the innermost bedroom.

"I'm going to take a bath," the judge smiled, and waved his hand to conjure up a long table for them. "You guys play first, and you can drink the wine below the fourth row of the shelf."

That's the part where the matching mug isn't too fancy.

Tsurumaru wanted to ask something, but Hasebe cut him off first.

"Lord, I will go with you."

"No, Hasebe, go to the bar."

"I'll go with you."

Dao repeatedly repeated it firmly, and there was a tendency not to give up until the goal was achieved.

"...Okay." The judge sighed, and pulled him behind the flower wall before others cast doubtful glances.

Inexplicably feeling that something was wrong, Baihe wanted to get up and follow, but was blocked by smiling Qingjiang's stretched legs, Owaki Zai said casually: "It can't be said that there is no gain at all tonight, after I go back I will Make a request for practice to Shizheng."

"You know?" The surprised Baihe turned around and focused on Owaki Zashi, "And decided to go back and leave?"

Smiling Qing Jiang nodded, and turned to face the table: After attracting the attention of other people, he said slowly: "Because I'm not sure, so I decided to verify it..."

Behind the flower wall, Hasebe saw the bud that had just attacked Sanriyue at a glance. The flower bloomed a little more than before they left. There seemed to be something hidden deep in the half-open and half-closed flower core, and a petal that was stretching outside The color is darker and stands out against the green leaves.

But before Hasebe could see it clearly, Jing Mo reached out and picked off the flower bud. His movement was very fast, his five fingers were slightly retracted, and the flower was crushed in the palm of his hand. A drop of dark red blood-like liquid dripped from the edge, just falling On the tip of the index finger of the examiner's other hand.

The small wound from Sanriyue's body healed quickly.

The judge looked at Hasebe with smiling eyes, as if to prove that it was indeed as simple as he said.

Da Dao breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was dark outside, he could still see clearly that the process was more like transfer than healing, but the Lord was definitely not someone who deliberately left wounds on his body. I suspect that there is something more serious about this wound, so I have to forcefully follow up to help the interrogator change his clothes.

While he was in a daze, Jing Mo had quickly changed into a bathrobe, perfectly controlling the time and movement so that it would not attract attention. After closing the front, he patted Dao's shoulder, indicating that it was time to go out.

"Huh? I have to take a shower first."

Seeing that Jing Mo changed his clothes so quickly, Owaki Zaisa was a little surprised, and then he left Fu Sangshen who had just whetted his appetite at the table, got up and left gracefully.

"Hey... Smile, did you do it on purpose?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who still wanted to listen to the other party's feelings, complained in a low voice, and now he had to go back to Honmaru to have a chance to ask clearly.

He still doesn't want the god judge to know his attitude towards "returning to the past and practicing to become stronger". It is only natural for Yaken to go to Oda Nobunaga's side. The situation is different.

Which historical node should I go back to to gain strength?

Uh... I don't know if it would be useful to bribe Smiley with Sankayue's secret website.

"Want to go back?"

The god judge was soaking in the hot spring, and the water in it had been changed a wave. Owaki Tsubasa sat on a chair by the bank and asked him when he would return to Honmaru.

"There are things you can only do after you go back." Smiling Qingjiang stroked the knife beside him lovingly, "When you come back, I will let you look into my eyes."

"The clothes made for you in Wanwu should be almost ready," the god judge thought for a while, "I'll leave after trying it out, your practice is time-consuming, remember to write to me like a medicine researcher."

"I won't forget you who loves to worry about you," Owaki Tsubasa readily agreed, "Maybe I'll be gone for a long time, but you will wait for me, right?"

"Of course," Jing Mo smiled, "Come back to me as soon as possible—don't make me wait too long."

Da Dao put on a blank face, seeing that they had settled on a major matter in a few words, and the words were hesitant to speak on their lips, causing the whole person to exude a very tangled atmosphere.

"Ah, that's right," the judge noticed Hasebe's expression, and turned his head to remind Owaki, "I almost forgot... I promised Hasebe that you will write a [-]-character confession after you go back." Give it to him, because this time I'm not an accomplice, so you're going to do it alone."

Owaki Tsubasa's always easy-going smile froze.

"Leave the experience directly to Hasebe. If you need a hand, come to me." The judge walked out of the hot spring, put on a bathrobe, and smiled in a gentle voice, "It's different from the object of the prank. Guarantee It is the responsibility of the God Judge to make you in full condition before you go out, and I will not refuse."

——Although this is not what I want to say, it is still very pleasant to see the smiling face like this.

Hasebe fastened the belt for Jing Mo, looked at Owaki Zashi's expression for a while, and felt that it was not a big deal for him to become stronger one step later, there are opportunities to practice at any time, but this is not common.

And... the one who can take on the important role of taking care of the master is of course myself!

"It's really... being turned into an army."

After the god judge left, Owaki Tsubasa raised his head and sighed, then threw himself into the hot spring pool, rubbing his right eye and meditating.

When the god judge went back around the three bushes, he saw the katanas fiddling on his clothes hanger, and the white crane was standing on top of the stacked boxes, holding the gorgeous red robe in one hand, and stretched out the other to take it. I still have to let it go.

The wooden box under his feet was blackening on one side.

...There is so much to clean out in this room.

The god judge walked over with a headache, and took off the red robe and the white crane together.

"This red robe was dyed with the blood of twelve fanatics," the judge flicked Tsurumaru's head, and then took the red robe away from his hand, "Although it is meaningless, you still Can't touch it, I should have put it away earlier."

"Blood?" Candlestick looked at the shiny cloth, he saw a lot of blood clothes, but it would look dry and dull with time, not the feeling of flowing vitality.

"There are some special...craftsmanship," the god judge decided that the curse that took effect was at most the power of a fall, and planned to take the robe away. "Where did you turn it out?"

"In the box above, wait—don't put it in there yet," Tsurumaru asked quickly, not knowing that he had just escaped from the fall, "How about putting it on and looking at it?"

"Is this one?" The judge was a little surprised, "Except for the meaning of the clothes themselves, there is nothing special about the tailoring and workmanship."

"Try it." Tsurumaru's eyes sparkled, "I can't imagine what you look like in it."

Because I can't imagine what you were like before, I want to find something from the traces of my previous life.

"No," the god judge replied lightly, "Since the time to wear it has passed, I won't put on this dress again."

He threw the robe upwards, and the eye-catching red quickly shrank into a small dot, which disappeared somewhere in the void, and the flower wall behind him and some boxes on the hanger also disappeared into the air at the same time.

San Riyue, who was standing in front of the flower wall, turned her head, and the flower that attacked him just now was gone. Combined with Hasebe's expression, he felt that there might be something in it, but Jing Mo's upright behavior of destroying the corpse made him lose the ability to explore Chance.

There is no reason for him to complain - the lord is really willful.

"I'll put them back when you've accumulated enough to tell what these are." Noticing San Riyue's eyes, the god-inspector said without hesitation, "Knowledge must be accumulated slowly."

"The way to accumulate knowledge is very important." San Riyue reminded with a smile.

"I will give you the authority to open the door for yourself in the future." The judge patted the head of the disappointed white crane, "Go to various worlds that are not too dangerous, so as not to lure the curious child away with something new."

"What about the master?" The big fox asked.

"Of course I'm where you can find me anytime." The interrogator laughed.

The author has something to say: The God Interrogator is a man whose past is a mystery (Xiaolong Jingguang: sounds familiar?) =v=

If he hadn't arrived in time, Tsurumaru would probably have fallen from the wooden box with an inexplicable collapse...

The resentment of the fanatic takes effect when it is touched by creatures other than the master. Due to the crossing of the world view, the effect is weakened, and the current mental value is -1d6, and the luck value is -1.

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