God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The style of the tortoise shell's clothes is very strict, or it is a little too tightly packed. Although it is still cold outside, it is still very warm inside. Everyone usually unbuttons a few buttons or loosens the neckline a little. Only he still unbuttons the clothes. Buttoned to the top, the tie is also tied very tightly, so the flushed cheeks may be due to the sweltering heat, and the slight panting may also be due to running too fast.

But in the eyes of Yiqi Yizhen, all of this is indescribably suspicious. Even wearing such serious and serious clothes, it still looks suspicious, but it is impossible to tell what is inappropriate.

Yiqi Yizhen slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, but the sobbing sound of the croutons outside came again.

"What's wrong with liking master like a man-wife!"

……Head hurts.

"Oh, one issue, one shock, I just saw your brother making a very terrible statement," Guijia let out a sigh of regret when he found that the other party did not support him, and put on that invulnerable mask again, "I still want to Please master fix and change my clothes for me."

The implication is to drive people away clearly.

"It doesn't matter, you go to work first," the judge said with a smile, "the tortoise shell is the same with me."

"...Because the younger brothers are still making trouble, I have to leave first," Tai Dao stood up, and said with a hesitant expression, "I will call the servant to help you."

"Hehe, you really are a worrying brother." After Yizheng came out of the door, the tortoise shell moved closer to the God interrogator again, "How, is this kind of dress very suitable to kneel in front of you?"

"...this is for you."

Skillfully jumping over topics that he was not good at, the judge opened the box belonging to the tortoise shell and handed it over: "Noble and pure, true and noble...Does the pattern of white chrysanthemum feel old-fashioned?"

"Is this the owner's evaluation of me?" Da Dao took the box and held it in his palm, ignoring the edges and corners on it. "Since it is under your control, of course you can describe me and treat me as you like—"

Jing Mo stretched out his hand silently, and opened his palm with a little force, ignoring the faint shivering, and he let go after the bright red mark was wiped away.

"...It's really a gentle pain," Da Dao said after a while of silence, "It's because of your discovery that I feel real, just like the robe that I wear next to my body."

"Is there anything else that needs to be modified?" The judge stretched out his hand to loosen the tight lines on his shoulders a little. "Clothes that are too tight will restrict the degree of movement. As my knife, this is not acceptable."

"..."

This time Da Dao was silent for a long time, so long that even the judge felt that something was inappropriate. He raised his eyes and looked at Da Dao, but he didn't know what the other party understood.

"Since it is my master's wish, then I should obey it," Guijia took a long time to pant lightly, reached out and began to undo the metal buckle of the military coat, and said in an aggrieved tone, "after all, it has been used as 'Gao Jie' and' "Honest" to describe it, but do you really want to see me submit rather than give orders directly? You know that I really want to keep my little secret..."

"My master is a harsher and gentler existence than any previous one."

When the three buttons of the coat were unbuttoned to reveal the inside, all the previous confusing behaviors were answered at this moment, and the interrogator who held his forehead to prevent the other party from taking it off was already planning to sue the garment house for the possibility of bankruptcy.

Shirts that are too tight can be a mistake, but this translucent effect is by no means an accidental product, especially when the opponent has more bright colors on the body——

"Speaking of which, it is indeed a premier and time-honored clothing store." Seeing the expression on the judge's face, he immediately understood that this was just an accident, and Da Dao, who was extremely mentally active, quickly revived with blood on his face, completely gone from hesitation just now "Even if they made extra requests, they did it perfectly. Except that the red rope that came with the gift was not as good as I prepared myself, I don't think there is anything short of it."

...It was your request.

The claim plan was aborted, so Jingmo silently increased the size of the shirt and changed the material to soft, comfortable and impermeable (emphasis) cotton. As for the red rope... loosen it so that no bruises will be left The degree is good.

"This can be regarded as the master tied it for me with his own hands." Tortoiseshell stretched out his hand to tighten the tie, and the blush on his face became heavier. "That's good! No matter what happens, I will never untie it again." -"

...No, I think, at least keep the normal way of bathing...

The inquisitor tapped his temple with a headache, not sure if he should slack the rope now, but hesitated a little because of some unimaginable consequences.

"Ah——by the way, the jewelry you gave me...hehe," Tortoiseshell picked up a cuff button, put it on his lips and rubbed the not-so-sharp needle inexplicably, "it should be as I like. Use it, even if it is you, you have no right to take it back, of course, if you order me to remove—poof!"

The result of being too selfless and molesting the judge was that he was kicked out of the window by Hasebe who rushed over.

"To say such extremely rude words to the Lord again..."

Hasebe, who was completely engulfed in the flames, followed out hesitantly. The hem of the black windbreaker flew up and down neatly. When the judge walked to the window, he could only see boots with swords and spurs. The heel landed on the shoulder of the turtle shell, and the unsheathed knife lay across the side of the face.

"Don't look at it."

Yamabuchi Kunihiro whispered, pulling the brim of his hat with one hand and leading the interrogator back with the other: "What did you give him?"

The chattering and clattering outside was lively, with conversations such as "Die!" and "Why, do you understand what I'm going to do?" The interrogator, who felt that there should be no major problems, followed obediently. It was rare to be walked back to the seat and sat down on the initiative.

"The accessories prepared for this set of clothes," the judge looked at Da Dao, probably in a hurry, his own white cloth was wrapped around his arms, and his face was covered by the big-brimmed hat that came with the clothes, "I think... …not out of line.”

Jing Mo handed over the box that belonged to him: "This is yours, do you want to try it?"

Dao dao's eyes wandered, the sound of fighting downstairs showed no sign of stopping, and for some reason, there seemed to be some spectators joining in. If he didn't agree, the interrogator would probably go downstairs to mediate. Is Guijia planning to say something again? order something...

No, no!He cannot be exposed to such a perverted world!

I don’t know when I started to have the wonderful recognition of my master’s pure white and flawless. One hand pressed the brim of the hat away, and the other hand snatched the box ferociously: "You sit here, I will wear it for you to see."

"Okay." The judge put his hands on his chin and replied with a smile.

Da Dao fumbled for the accessories in the box, his face changed again, and then he buttoned the cuff buttons with one hand, and showed it to the god judge very quickly: "Is it okay? Anyway, I'm just an imitation That's all, whatever it is."

There was no response for half a day.

Shan Baqie secretly raised his eyes in a complicated mood, but when he met the smiling eyes of the Supreme Judge, his face flushed instantly.

"You don't need to say things like beautiful...! I didn't come here for this, anyway... Even if I know your secret, I'm still your sword," Da Dao stammered, his face getting more and more serious. Hong, "Although you are not a qualified judge, you...you are the best master."

"I don't agree!"

There was another slam on the Inquisitor's bedroom door.

Izumi Mori Kanesada strode in, accusing him very dissatisfied: "Being trapped, how can you say that? I think the master is a very qualified judge—"

"Mr. Kan!" Horikawa followed behind him and reminded, "Brother didn't mean that, be patient—be patient!"

"Horikawa, whose side are you on? Do you also say that the master is unqualified?" Izumi Mori asked aggressively, "Then what is the disqualification!"

……Race.

The face of the quilt was red and white, and finally angrily (and guilty) lifted the white cloth in his hand, turned his head and walked downstairs without saying a word, with the momentum of stepping on the floor.

"Oh? Where are you going in such a hurry... where..."

Ge Xian just walked to the door, fiddled with the belt around his waist a little unaccustomed, and was almost bumped into by Yamabasaki, who didn't look up. Fortunately, both of them escaped in a dangerous way, but the other party didn't answer his question, just Hastily left.

"No, I have to ask him to find out!"

Izumi Mamoru's angry voice came from the interrogator's bedroom, and then Horikawa Kunihiro stopped him.

"What are you arguing about..." Song Xian walked in inexplicably and greeted the judge, "You are here, how about the new clothes, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it's very suitable," the examiner raised his eyebrows. The other party wore a decorative belt around his waist, and his trousers were neatly attached to his legs. His strength, which was usually concealed by the wind, made this outfit perfect. "This kind of The style is unexpectedly good, and I will add some similar types of common clothes to you in the future."

"Mr. Kosen looks very handsome in this way," Wakizashi added in time, "I said that western clothes are also good, and can make your legs look very long."

"Don't I usually have long legs?" Izumi, who was distracted, asked dutifully, "I don't like western clothes. Traditional beauty is better."

"Mr. Kane is of course doubly handsome!" Wakizawa, who had a strong desire to survive, replied immediately, "Although the popularity of western clothes means that we have withdrawn from the stage of history...but didn't Mr. Hijikata also change into western clothes in the end?"

"The definition of Fengya is constantly changing with the times. It's not what we should be blindly sticking to the past," Gexian reminded his younger generation, "Isn't being present in this world the best proof?"

"The time I spent with you was far beyond my expectation. I don't think you know when the end of Fusangshen will be. This may be the eternity that countless people can't dream of," he turned. Looking over at Jing Mo: the tone is more request than request, "Since I have made such an awareness, you have to satisfy my occasional elegant request, don't act like you don't understand the style. .”

"Of course, it's rainy, snowy and hazy, the seasons change, as long as you think, I will sing with you," the judge pinned the butterfly wing ornament embedded with gemstones on the lapel for the knife, "as long as you think I'm worth it. "

"Besides fighting, there should also be something intoxicating, such as the days with you." Ge Xian looked at himself, smiled with satisfaction, and glanced at Izumi Mamoru who was still on the side with an expression of dissatisfaction, "Kanesada Sword , is both sharp and romantic."

"Mr. Jian, Mr. Song Xian has said so, you just admit it." Wakizawa hurriedly reminded.

"That's all I'm saying," the youngest Da Dao was still muttering, "But, master, believe me, you must be the best judge of the gods, as long as the war continues, I will fight for you One day until we are no longer needed."

"If the war is over and I still need you at that time," the judge stretched out his hand and looked at him with a smile, "how?"

"Wouldn't that be better!" Izumi Mori stretched out his palm vigorously to hit him, "Isn't it, Kunihiro?"

"Of course!" Wakizashi replied loudly, and then bowed to the judge, "I am the same as Mr. Kane, no matter where the war will go, I will always rely on you, and I will be relied on by you, please rest assured."

"This is my partner, alright! This dress is quite similar to yours. Occasionally wearing similar clothes makes you look more like a partner. I'll just wear them." Izumi cleared his throat, that face " I'm for you" expression, but it can't be seen at all how actively he wants to show his new image in front of the judge.

"Mr. Kane!" Wakizawa was so moved that his eyes were full of tears, completely ignoring the other party's small movements.

"Kimono certainly has the elegance of a kimono, but with occasional changes, you can also find some new inspiration for songwriting. Speaking of which, how are you doing with the homework I assigned you?"

"Eh? Is there such a thing? Then what... the frog croaked into the water?"

"...You forgot again, this world is like this, if you don't have a certain amount of force, it will be difficult to spread the wind." Ge Xian was sullen while touching the knife, remembering that he changed his clothes today and simply took it off A palm-width belt around the waist.

"Mr. Jian, run—"

"That's needless to say—" Izumi Shou strode out of the room, his long legs straddled the handrail of the stairs, and slid down neatly, while Ge Xian bent the belt in half and followed with a sneer.

"...Hey, because we are shining at the transition point of history, that's why we have such a combination of western clothes and kimonos among our partners." Avoiding the Kanesada sword school that launched the battle royale mode, California Qingguang couldn't help complaining , "Who said partners have to wear the same clothes."

"But I don't think it's anything, Kiyomitsu," Yamato Morita pulled the ribbon on his shoulders curiously, "Occasionally it's similar to what you're wearing, and it just feels weird—eh, eh? Why did this fall off?"

"Don't mess around, really," Qingguang sighed and moved over to the Yamato guard's ribbon, then said while looking at the sky, "Appearance is very important, if you wear the same clothes, you won't be able to stand out. Yet?"

"Even if they are all the same, Qingguang is still very cute." The judge pinched his face, and amidst the other party's complaints, a bright red rose was inserted into his chest pocket, "You can recognize it at a glance. "

"Although it's not so easy to get started, do you feel that you can't leave me now?" Qing Guang smiled a little smugly, showing his sharp canine teeth, "That's why you can recognize me at a glance."

"Yeah, there is absolutely no way to leave you alone." The judge smiled happily, "Are you satisfied now?"

"It's okay... Do you know that as long as you are loved, the knife will become shiny," Da Dao's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed, but he pretended not to care and reminded , "And as for me, as long as I am loved, I will definitely repay you well, and I will never disappoint you. Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

"Just say frankly that you want to be loved by the master," Yamato Mori exposed him mercilessly, "Okita-kun is not such an awkward character, do you want to do it all over again?"

"Whispering!" Qing Guang retorted angrily, "Is it you or me!"

"Okay, okay, you're the one to do the commotion." Yamato Mori raised his hand to express his surrender, and took half a step back to hide behind him.

"Ah—anyway, that, I...we actually want to say," Dao looked down at the toe of his boots, and changed his words, "A difficult-to-use knife like us, the most distressed It’s just changing the owner, but there won’t be such sad things in the future, right?”

"Yes, no more."

The appraiser's warm hand fell on his head, and he couldn't tell which one was more reassuring, the temperature or the words.

"That's fine, I'm leaving," Da Dao said in a daze. He felt it was a long time, but in fact it only took two seconds. He took his partner's hand and planned to escape, but he couldn't help but turn around and add , "I am the original knife, I am the No.1 in your mind, right ah ah ah—"

"Be careful--"

The duet of the screams of the two knives and the sound of rolling down the stairs formed a not very pleasant movement.

"...Is this a new way to appear? It really scared me..." Bai He stared dumbfounded at the Dao Dao fighters who were stunned from the fall, "Little Jia Luo, is it right to come with us? "

The dark-skinned Da Dao looked at the floor for a while and turned his head away, expressing a silent rejection with low air pressure.

The author has something to say: What Mr. Kane said is actually a haiku, Matsuo Basho's "Ancient Pond": "Beside the quiet ancient pond, a frog jumped into the middle of the water and made a splash."

It can be seen that it is completely made up temporarily... oh

Being whipped by the second generation is completely seeking benevolence...

I originally thought that the third part could be finished, but why do I think the fourth part...

Guijia: Does anyone remember me when I was beaten?

感谢在2021-03-2819:53:40~2021-03-3020:25:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Swastika Zhan Xiye;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 154 bottles of Swastika Zhanxi Ye Swastika; 10 bottles of Hehuo; 5 bottles of Yixi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!