God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The warm sunlight shone on the white quilt, and a few light golden down feathers fell on the edge of the carpet. Tsurumaru, who was hanging half of his body under the bed, woke up in a daze, and was undoubtedly pierced by the sun outside the transparent ceiling. lower eyes.

…Last night, I could see the galaxy in winter here, not as clear as in summer, but the gentle music helped me to sleep unexpectedly, and Tsurumaru, who was tired from pillow fights—I don’t know why he was always missed and beaten yesterday—quickly I fell into dreamland.

As for how to sleep in this position, he doesn't know, anyway, the bed is big enough, and the others are not much better.

Bai He rolled his own quilt and lazily rolled onto the soft carpet, recalling how the god-inspector taught them how to distinguish the nature of spiritual power last night, aggressive, healing, malicious, seductive, and a brand new battle The theory is fun, but unfortunately lacks a bit of practicality - using pillows with colorful lights to consolidate knowledge is fun, but it's too innocuous to form physical memories.

However, the mood is very happy.

Taidao, who couldn't wait for the opponents that might appear in the future, heard the soft sound of fabric trembling on the bed, and guessed that the person who got up was either Xiaoguang or Sankaiyue. Both of them were the type who would grab him up immediately when he was awake, but He also wanted to enjoy this early morning leisure time again.

Bai He, who opened his eyes and closed his eyes, finally chose to pretend to be asleep, but just a moment before the action was carried out, he seemed to catch something extraordinary from the corner of his eye.

In an instant, Taidao, who was no longer in bed mood, simply sat up straight at [-] degrees in order to determine whether the huge tit outside the glass roof was an illusion.

This tit is almost as tall as the house, and its usually cute appearance looks harmless when enlarged, especially when it stretches its beak over to take a bite of the white creature that is staring at it.

But before it succeeded, it tilted its head vigilantly, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Tsurumaru is awake, too." Since the sound insulation in the room is very good, he would usually stare blankly for a while after waking up... No, Mikazuki, who was sorting out his thoughts, didn't notice that this was unusual, he just happily started to use Tsurumaru , "Do you want to help grandpa tidy up his appearance?"

Although the tone did not allow the other party to refuse at all, Tsurumaru, who had seldom cooperated in the past, obediently found a piece of clothing from the side, and put it on Mikazuki with a dazed expression.

Then the clothes disappeared.

The god judge came over with a refreshing mountain breath, took away the oversized drapery, and handed the correct one to Tsurumaru.

"Just now I saw a bird the size of a house..." Tsurumaru took it absently and continued to put it on. This time, he put it on backwards. He simply stopped and asked hesitantly, "Illusion?"

"...It's an illusion." On a whim, the examiner who went out to make the house smaller and studied the hundred ways of carrying Fusangshen with him felt a little guilty. If it wasn't for the tit, he wouldn't have noticed that the Fusangshen had woken up up.

Because he still wanted to keep this secret for the time being, the god judge could only keep silent and used his horrible craftsmanship to put both katanas into his clothes, and successfully diverted the conversation with his crooked neckline and messy hair, but his movements were very Lightweight, and did not wake others who were still asleep.

"Today we are going to return." Jing Mo glanced at the big fox lying on the pillow with only hair showing, and lowered his voice, "Go back to Yoshiwara to bring the spoils, and then go to the hotel in Edo Castle to pick up the luggage."

"Is there any luggage in Edo Castle?" Tsurumaru asked, "Isn't it okay for Shikigami to pick it up?"

"If you still want to come here in the future, you have to leave in a reasonable way," the judge answered him. "We will continue to bid farewell to different worlds, but for the fate of not knowing when we will meet again, don't leave in the world." Leave too special an image."

"In this way, we can reintegrate here smoothly in the future, instead of... having many unnecessary troubles."

"Then what happened last night?" Owaki Tsubasa, who didn't know when he woke up, poked his face out of the quilt and asked.

"It's about the head of the family and it's not a good talk. The Jingji family won't publicize it, but if we disappear directly from the hotel, there will be a lot of whimsical speculations in Edo City," Jingmo, who seemed to have suffered a lot, sighed. Tone, "The market is the birthplace of the legend."

"Hmm..." Considering the speed at which the rumors about Xiaohumaru and Tangnv spread, Tsurumaru nodded in agreement.

"?" The big fox with white hair all over its head stretched sleepily, completely unaware of what Tsurumaru was thinking.

"Since you are all awake, get ready to leave." The judge smiled, consciously making room for the candle holder who was still motionless, "I'll go check on the breakfast first."

...It's really inhuman torture.

Thinks sadly the revisionist, who has gnawed on another vegetable leaf.

As a traitor...ah no, the important role of abandoning the dark and turning to the light is actually only treated as a grazing in a larger room with four square meters. Fortunately, these shikigami will not stare at him to solve personal problems.

What's even more hateful is that these idlers seem to have gone out to play. The shouts in the room cannot be heard outside, but the voices outside can be heard clearly. Aren't you here to preserve history?Just thinking about playing all the time is a hundred times looser than us-I don't know how to gain an advantage in the war.

Shikigami put a new plate of vegetable leaves in front of him expressionlessly, and the historical revisionists turned green. They provide the exact same thing twice a day step by step. This kind of captive meal is simply unimaginable to him as a high-ranking large-scale power in the 23rd century.

But criticism is nothing but criticism, food still has to be eaten.

A man who firmly believes in his source of information keeps hypnotizing himself. As long as he is in current politics, his treatment will definitely not be so bad in terms of his value and sincerity, and within half a year, he will be able to make this judge regret showing so much. It's unusual—maybe they can use the opportunity of splitting them to return to the history revision camp, which really kills two birds with one stone.

The man laughed smugly, and then swallowed the vegetable leaves one by one in delusional thought.

However, this time when he was halfway through eating, there was a movement outside the door - it should be that the judge came back with his family's uncute people.

It's time to return to the present world today.

The historical revisionist who hadn't finished half a mouthful of food thought, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell into a state of unconsciousness.

"After leaving Edo Castle, I'll send you all back to Honmaru first." Hasebe went to settle the bill with the proprietress of Yangwu, and the god judge waved his hand to put away the humanoid loot he was eating. "I have to take him with him." There is another way to leave, and go back after the political affairs have completed the handover procedures."

"Is there any secret that we don't want us to know?" Owaki Tsubasa looked at the villain in the transparent ball, and always felt that the scene just now seemed familiar.

"There are some things I don't intend to let him know," the interrogator smiled. "Considering that this gentleman is going to be a prisoner, and the use of spiritual power by current affairs is getting stronger day by day, it's better to be cautious."

Thinking of the huge and complex organization with many places that are difficult to understand deeply, Fu Sangshen agreed.

As long as it is a party that can play a more active role in guiding this period, the judges will not observe and interfere too much. As for the changes... let's wait until it is needed.

The proprietress of Yangwu reluctantly sent away the first-class guests in her mind. The golden banquet two days ago made Yangwu a hit, and even today people come here to see those golden dishes and luxurious dishes. The proprietress asked the craftsman to use her share to make samples for display. I have to say that it is of course more cost-effective to display this kind of thing than to eat it.

And, just now!The samurai, who didn't look easy to mess with, said he would stay here after looking at the dishes. Although he couldn't use it for others, he could only wait for them to come and unseal it, but what a good sign these are.

Moreover, such a luxurious scene can naturally set a standard for the people who come later - if it can't reach this level, how can you say that you are rich?

The proprietress happily sent these guests away. Of course, discounts are impossible. Isn't this an insult to them.

After confirming that there were no special marks on the cups and plates, Hasebe made a quick decision to keep them here. Taking them back to Edo Castle from here would easily cause trouble, and put them in Honmaru Li is also a white place.

I don't know when I was infected with the attribute of the prodigal son.

After clearing all the hotels and soup houses in Edo Castle, the Fusangshen finally led their horses and set off on their way home.

When the historical revisionist regained consciousness, he found that he had left the small room. The surrounding decorations looked like they were in a monastery, the flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, the flow of people was like weaving, and the spring breeze was warm.

...Where is this again?

He subconsciously chewed the radish leaves in his mouth and swallowed them in one gulp.

The examiner stood in front of the window and looked out. The grid-shaped window grille divided the scene into nine parts of equal size. Hasebe, who was wearing a haori, stood on the golden point, stroking the flower branches with his hand, and was slightly lost in thought.

The woman in the distance hid in the corridor and looked at him quietly, with bright eyes and a shy flush on her face, until Da Dao disappeared without a trace, she still focused on the direction in which he was leaving.

"Would you like to talk to him?"

A gentle voice came from behind, startling the girl, and the maid hurriedly stood in front of her, looking at the person in front of her with vigilance and curiosity.

"You've been looking at him, are you curious?" The interrogator asked with a smile, "Don't be afraid, that's my retainer, so I asked this question."

"I..." Peeping at the girl who was arrested, I just felt very ashamed. She raised her sleeve to cover her face, stomped her feet and wanted to run away, but the only way was blocked by the god judge, "I just watched one look……"

"Want to marry him?"

"I didn't!" The rebuttal blurted out, and the girl suddenly felt empty at that moment, as if something important had changed, but the situation also prevented her from savoring this feeling, so she just continued to strengthen her tone, "You are too rude I'm just looking at him!"

"That's a pity, because we're leaving here soon," Jing Mo apologized softly, "We're going to a very far place, and the road is very dangerous. The only thing we can be sure of is that we will never come back again."

His voice was nice, the girl hesitated to put down the sleeves covering her face, bit her lips and asked, "Why didn't you come back?"

"Because we are not allowed here, and he is loyal to me and will never change." The judge replied, "As the lord, I will respond to this heart and never refuse-so this will be the last time we see each other." To you, girl."

Not allowed here... Is it a criminal?

The girl clenched her cuffs tightly, feeling dazed for a while, such a good-looking person is actually a criminal...and he won't come back again.

"Then, please forgive my rudeness, and I will bid you farewell." The judge didn't wait any longer, nodded slightly to the girl, and then told the maid beside him, "For you and your master, please don't inquire about our affairs, And don't tell anyone you've seen us."

"Yes, it is!"

Jing Mo smiled slightly, and dragged the historical revisionist who looked more like a criminal to the other end of the corridor.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The shout sounded, and the god judge stopped for a while, and looked behind him in surprise. The girl in straw sandals was panting from a distance of more than ten meters, and it was obvious that she seldom ran on weekdays.

"Please...please pass this on to him, I just saw, saw..."

what do you see...

"Seeing that his lower mood is about to disperse...it doesn't have any other meaning."

Yes, I was attracted only because I saw the beautiful red thread hanging from the coat.

"Okay, let me express my thanks on his behalf," Jing Mo's lips curved slightly, and he took the red rope, without revealing the fact that Hasebe had indeed tied the knife around his waist today, "Then, goodbye gone."

"Yes, I wish you and your retainers... a safe journey."

"...What have you done?"

After walking to a place where no one was around, the historical revisionists asked half-deadly.

"You should be familiar with this feeling." The judge didn't answer him directly, but he didn't really need to answer.

He is not unfamiliar with the feeling that part of the memory in the brain slowly dissipates like a cloud. Whenever a key point in history is changed, there will be such a transition period, so that they can be in this changed but not completely changed. Time to leave records that can be kept.

This is where all the historically corrected information comes from.

Theoretically speaking, the moment history is rewritten, everyone's cognition will be changed at the same moment, and the corresponding objective existence will also disappear or be replaced, just like the archives are overwritten, but the significance of historical revision lies in their Possess the technology that can extend this moment - the records and other substances generated in this intermediate state will be preserved, so as to judge what kind of change is more beneficial to oneself.

"I will send you to Shizheng after I go back, but until the goal is achieved, I don't intend to let any changes break this peaceful time."

The inquisitor's voice began to be intermittent, which is a sign that the intermediate state in him is about to end. If he can't record anything at this time, he will forget all this and obtain a "reasonable and historically consistent" memory .

"So sorry, it's just you and I who need to go back to this point in time to do this job and make you the person in the right timeline - but I don't think you'll be too interested in me afterwards, because -"

The voice of the god judge was interrupted, and the moment his own archive was completely blocked, the historical revisionist thought desperately:

It's a pity that you are in current politics, you are so skilled, why don't you consider my side——

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