God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Small cubes are a conceptual appetizer.

Specifically, it is a black technology product that will give you the desired taste and texture when you put it in your mouth, and stimulate the brain area to make people feel the corresponding feeling.

"In other words, it's fake." Mustache threw one into his mouth, didn't know what he thought of, and quickly stuck out his tongue twice.

"It's too boring to know what it tastes like before you eat it," Tsurumaru complained, "The life of the person who invented this must be very boring."

"It's just so that I can eat junk food without worrying about the consequences," the judge also reached out to pick up one, "It's a wish come true, but for you, it shouldn't be so tempting."

"This is the trouble of human beings," Tsurumaru said nonchalantly as he added more wine to everyone's glasses, "but if we stay out of battle and just lie in the hommaru, will we also become fat? "

"Then I'll force you to get it at that time, maybe you can change it back." The judge said it was very interesting, "Even if it's a crane, it will look stupid if it turns into a fat bird. You want to try it." ?"

"No," Tsurumaru hurriedly raised his hand to cover his face, he felt that the god judge would be able to do it by saying this sentence, "I am the top three voted by female god judges, and I can't let people who are infatuated with me sad--"

"Then the number one must be brother," Kagemaru interjected without grasping the point at all, "Even your unsteady appearance can be ranked in the top three, and the female master has a really good temper."

"Unfortunately, the number one is not Hikiri," Tsurumaru said in a teasing tone, "Not every judge of God will be moved by your tears, but women who can insist on their own opinions are the most charming."

"It doesn't matter." Mustache patted his brother who was so shocked that he was speechless, "The number one is the name of thousands of years ago. It's good to use this to encourage the growth of the younger generations, but this kind of ranking also has its own merits. Yes, where can I see it?"

"I can't tell you casually," Tsurumaru snapped his fingers maliciously, "Just drinking is too boring, let's play a game, the winner can ask any question, and if he can't answer, he will be punished!"

"Okay," Kagemaru snorted, "Genji's precious sword never refuses a challenge. If you lose, you can tell who is the most popular."

——I guess I guessed it, silly brother.

Hidekiri stroked his younger brother's head affectionately.

"Then let's all participate?" Smiling Qing Jiang glanced at the judge, "What game... throwing dice?"

Tsurumaru had premeditatedly drawn two seven-sided dice: "The easiest way to guess is to bet first and then roll. The same question can only be asked once. The person who rolls does not participate in winning or losing, so they take turns."

"It's better for me to come," Jing Mo took the dice, "I can guarantee that it will be fair to you all."

"The person who rolls the dice should also answer the questions," Tsurumaru said with a smile, "Don't you feel disadvantaged?"

"As long as I think about it, I can guarantee to win every time, and I can't make you feel like I'm bullying people," the dice spun around at the fingertips of the judge, and the old-fashioned way of hanging Fu Sangshen at the table was completely useless. question, "Or accuse me of partiality."

Facing Tsurumaru's suspicious eyes, the judge simply demonstrated it to him. When he saw that the points he cast were always the same as the one bet by the judge, he had to admit that this was the best solution.

"Then you have to close your eyes when betting. It's easier for you to roll a fixed number of points." Tsurumaru thought for a while and made a new request, "In order to avoid unnecessary interference, you can't See our options."

The judge nodded helplessly, closed his eyes obediently, and let them draw around on the table until they asked him to roll the dice.

The winner in the first round was Higakiri. He didn't give in to his younger brother at all, and continued to ask Tsurumaru, "Where did you see the selection rankings?"

"God Judge Forum, make good use of the search function," Tsurumaru spread his palms, "The terminal has other uses besides shopping, so it doesn't mean that you don't need to read it if you don't have money."

"It's fun to just watch and not buy." Taidao said slowly, not knowing whether he was satisfied with the answer, "Okay, next round."

The winner of the second round was Higakiri. He looked around and chose Owaki, who was shaking his glass leisurely.

"Smiley face, why don't you tie up your hair?" Tachi compared his head, "I heard that some smiley face Qing Jiang even wears double ponytails, but you have always been like this."

"Double ponytails!" Tsurumaru turned his head and looked at Owaki Osamu with an expression of "As expected of you", "You can also wear double ponytails."

"No, there's no particular reason," replied Qing Jiang with a smile, lowering his eyelashes slightly, and then he had to add the second half of the sentence because of Tsurumaru, "And I don't know how to comb ponytails either."

"If you answer like this, you need to be punished—well, then show us a pair of ponytails." Higakiri tilted his head to look at Kagemaru, "Right, brother?"

"Well, this kind of perfunctory answer doesn't count," Keimaru glanced at Owaki Zai and added considerately, "If you don't want to comb your hair, you can also be punished with alcohol, three drinks is enough."

Smiling Qingjiang drank three cups in a row, so fast that Huqie had no chance to protest.

"I just want to see the double ponytails..." Taidao muttered unwillingly, then met Tsurumaru with a heart-to-heart look, and turned his attention to the head of the judge who was still standing on the sidelines.

"The one who wore this hairstyle is Hachisuka Kotoru, brother," Kemaru didn't notice the undercurrent in it, and reminded Higiri very honestly, "If you really want to see it, I can go tomorrow... Please, Rantoshiro."

"He is a rare random-edged knife, and he will be very suitable for this hairstyle."

"Um, yes, so..."

"That would be boring," Hideki blinked, "Just wait patiently for a while."

"...Yes?" There was a premonition that something bad was going to happen in the somewhat hesitant Kaimaru.

The winner of the third round was Qing Jiang, who unsurprisingly asked Hikakiri a question: "Although my memory is poor, did Hikakiri really forget to write the report?"

"Does it really matter?" Tachi, who was lazily leaning on the back of the sofa, sat up a little bit, "I—— just forgot."

"Then do you want to drink?" Owaki Chasa looked back at each other with a smile, "Or you can take off a piece of clothes."

Wearing a bathrobe, Hikiri had no choice but to drink three glasses of wine. When he put the glasses back on the table, he felt the scenery in front of him shake slightly.

"You'll get drunk if you drink too fast," the judge had to mediate. "It's only the third round. Didn't you guys say you're going to drink all night?"

"And us," Tsurumaru cheerfully made a "please" gesture, "next round, next round!"

Lady Luck seems to like watching this kind of situation where they poke each other's sore spots. Winning and losing are rolling back and forth between Qing Jiang and Hikakiri. Neither of them is willing to answer the other's too sharp questions. Poor complexion is fair, although Mustache has a slight blush on his face, but he insists on not wanting his younger brother to drink for him.

In this rotation, Higiri won. Taidao exhaled slightly with the scent of apple wine, pushed the bottle to the smiling Qing Jiang and asked, "Why are you willing to be thrown away by the master? It's hard to imagine that you would do this if you never leave the sword." Do."

Owaki Tsubasa, who had already covered three glasses of wine with his coat, bent his fingers hesitantly.

It is resolute not to say that the knife is taken away, but it is a bit embarrassing to be forced to take off the shirt. If you drink again...

Seesawing back and forth in his heart, but a group of Owakizashi with a calm face weighed the pros and cons.

"You should ask the master this question." Tsurumaru, who had been in the audience for a long time, suddenly took the bottle to a place that Owaki Zaisa couldn't grab. "The truth should be more interesting than drinking with a smile."

Mustache also thought about it for a while—probably due to the effect of the wine, he seemed to react half a beat slower than usual.

So Owaki Shasa took this opportunity to unbutton his shirt with lightning speed, and the speed of taking off his shirt was comparable to that of drawing a knife, and the round ended in an instant.

"Ah, it's a pity that I took away the wine in advance, you are too slow to react, Higiri." Tsurumaru's eyes were full of pity.

Owaki Zashi's attitude made Higakiri, who was just trying to make things difficult for the other party, interested in what happened that day. Although Smiley always said something bad, but unless it was absolutely necessary, I never saw him disheveled.

What is the answer to the image that I don’t even want to say...

Probably because of the alcohol, he felt that he was in a good state, and he should still win, so that's the next question.

So a new round started logically, Lady Luck probably had seen enough of the good show, and before leaving, she printed a kiss on the light golden hair tip, Taidao once again got the right to ask.

"Hmm... so what happened that day?" Higashiri pointed at the judge who had been sitting quietly, "Also, I asked you to go to Smiley's side, if you don't obey, you will be in danger. "

"I forcibly took Qing Jiang's saber that day," the judge replied objectively, "In order not to make him more angry, I decided to stay away before he calmed down. As for fighting, I have enough strength. "

"You took it away?" Higiri smiled a little disbelievingly, "Ah... this is different from the scene of the alliance battle, the retrograde army on the joint battlefield will do everything possible to kill the god judge first, and the next Let’s stay away this time, Smiley is happy to protect you, he’s even willing to let you take his knife.”

"Although I'm a guardian knife, as long as the master is strong enough, I won't complain even if my body is used at will." Smiling Qing Jiang put his shirt on his body and interjected, "So no matter how rough I am, I will bear it—— In other words, isn’t this the same problem as before?”

"Huh?" Mustache tilted his head, "Does this mean he is strong?"

Owaki Shasa, who thought he was just doing his best to protect his master, smiled slightly, and let the other party use the wine to play, anyway, it was not him who suffered.

"If you don't believe me, how about giving it a try? Anyway, you don't do this kind of thing less," Tsurumaru, who was afraid of chaos in the world, coaxed, "Try to see if he can fight, and whoever loses will wear double ponytails—"

"Okay," Hakiri's response seemed to be exactly what he wanted, "You don't need a knife, just try it here."

"Brother!"

Katsumaru tried to stop his older brother who seemed to have a relapse of bad habits, he was anxious to say something, but was stopped by Tsurumaru Kuninaga with an arm around his neck.

"There is no danger without a knife, let him try it, you guys are all overprotective." Bai He said, "Master won't be angry, right?"

"Okay," the interrogator agreed with great interest, "but Tsurumaru, I won't save you until Higakiri wakes up."

"Anyway, it's not the first time he's beating a god-judgment." Tsurumaru's eyes glistened with mischief. Finally, someone can understand how he felt when he was watched by Yaken because he didn't know the strength of the god-judger. How could he be here? He gave up halfway, "It can't be blamed on me."

It feels a little weird to have nothing in your hands.

Mustache looked at the calm examiner, probably affected by the alcohol, the other's face looked a little blurry under the warm light, but it was still very pleasing to the eye.

He had seen the blood-soaked shirt of the God Judge, and when he went on an expedition together, the other party had no shortcomings in physical fitness and speed, but when he fought directly with the retrograde army, he felt a little disobedient.

How strong is he?Curiosity is getting stronger, so give it a try today.

As for what would change if he knew about it, he didn't bother to think about it yet.

Taidao moved his fingers, realizing that he hadn't touched humans for a long time, um... for the sake of his brother's pitiful eyes, it really can't be like before.

Just be gentle and stop him.

Thinking like this, Tai Dao rushed up, pretending that the opposite was a slender Da Dao.

But after shaking his vision for a while, he realized that it was himself who was pinned and unable to move his arms.

"Brother..." Kagemaru felt relieved under the snickering of the white-haired sword. Although his brother was a little drunk and put water, but the other party's reaction was also qualified in his opinion. questioned by others.

"...I really didn't expect that," Mustache struggled lightly, feeling that the judge let go of his restraint, "Should we be more serious again?"

"I'm very experienced in fighting with bare hands," the judge took two steps back, "but you shouldn't be used to it, do you want to come?"

Hidekiri blinked, and returned an elbow sideways.

Although hand-to-hand combat is not as entertaining as a swordsmanship competition, the appearance of the two people added a lot of points to this contest. Drinking undoubtedly added a lively atmosphere to this direct collision of physical skills, not to mention some bystanders Unscrupulously cheering for this for a while and giving bad ideas to that for a while.

In short, when one party was a little drunk, the two of them had a pretty good fight, and there was no situation of rolling into a ball. Only Keimaru was always fidgeting and wanted to rush over to help his brother pull his shirt.

At the end of the fight, the judge stumbled on the bed with the foot of the judge who couldn't walk because of the yukata, and because the bed was too soft, he couldn't find a way to get up. The spine, and then the shoulders are also firmly buckled.

He thumped symbolically twice, but did not move.

Clap clap clap clap.

Tsurumaru and Smiling Qingjiang applauded the wonderful result together, in exchange for a glimpse of Kagemaru with complicated emotions.

The judge let go and loosened a few buttons for himself to let the heat dissipate a little bit, because both of them had scruples, and they couldn't attack the vital points but could only find opportunities to control each other. The consequences would be more embarrassing than usual, not to mention wearing Clothes not suitable for fighting.

Tsurumaru stood up consciously and helped him tidy up his messy hair and clothes, while Owaki Zashi filled the wine for him and shook the unexpectedly light bottle.

"Not much left."

"I didn't win even once in one night?" Tsurumaru said in shock. "I didn't drink much—wasn't that a little too much, eh, Komaru?"

Taidao, who called out a few times, was relieved after receiving a wave of his brother's hand: "It's only natural that brother wins, but Smiling Qingjiang really drank too much."

"No, no, let's do it one last time," Tsurumaru Kuninaga stuffed the dice into the hands of the judge, "Perhaps the best thing is the last surprise!"

"Because I drank too much, so I won't participate." The smiling Qingjiang said with a half-smile, "You and Xiwan one-on-one."

"If you want to win so much, I'll give up." Kagemaru said with a little distaste, "I win if my brother wins, and I won too much tonight."

Looking at Tsurumaru's swollen face, the judge couldn't help but laugh out loud, wondering whether it would look too kind if he pinched his face.

But as a child who is always favored, there is still a bit of special treatment.

"You can ask any questions you want, even if you want me to drink." The judge flicked his fingers, and the dice happily threw into Tsurumaru's lapel, "Or do you want me to take off one like Qing Jiang?"

Owaki Tsubasa whistled happily, clearly approving of the last sentence.

Tsurumaru withdrew his gaze indifferently, feeling that he had been bullied and had sufficient evidence.

"It doesn't feel so good if you don't win..." Tsurumaru said weakly, "Then how much of this wine do you drink before you get drunk?"

"Is this wine?" The interrogator replied a little strangely, "I won't get drunk after three more bottles."

The answer was the same as expected, but the mood provoked by alcohol finally calmed down.

Even with a knife, he also knows that human beings will be poisoned when they come into contact with mercury, not to mention the common-sense operation of making wine with mercury, if you can drink so much, you are not human.

Although it doesn’t really matter what is under the term master, as long as it remains the same, no matter how long the road to the future is, it’s still worth walking——this answer now is like lighting a lamp on the side of the road, and there is less time to move forward. There is a little more peace of mind for this worry.

"Okay, then it's time to fulfill the bet, let me tie Mustache into a ponytail!"

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga!"

"Master, help me stop the knee pill, I am willing to admit defeat—"

In a daze, Mustache rubbed the soft quilt under his body, which was different from usual, and simply hugged it tightly and fell asleep soundly. As for the noise around him, I will leave it to my younger brother to solve it.

The silver moon is sinking to the west, and the sky is slightly sunny.

Smiling Qingjiang sat quietly at his original position, watching the god judge carry the Taidaos who had come up tired from drinking one by one onto his super-sized bed and arranged them like lying corpses, he also carefully used the knee pill The pigtailed Higiri and Tsurumaru were separated to prevent a tragedy from blood staining the sheets in the morning.

"Aren't you going to sleep tonight?"

"Now that I'm asleep, I don't know when I'll wake up." The judge pulled out another thin quilt from the cabinet and covered the Taidaos. It is impossible to withdraw without alarming the other party, "It will be troublesome if you are woken up, we will talk about it next night."

"...If you can't sleep peacefully in the future, please call me," Owaki said, "Whether it's my job to protect you or your sleep."

A smile gradually appeared in the eyes of the judge. This time the choice brought him a lot of gains. Although many of them were too small to notice, they highlighted their preciousness.

"Then you also rest here...Qingjiang?"

Without answering, Owaki Tsubasa just put his shirt on, sat upright on the sofa and fell asleep.

The author has something to say: Hachisuka Hutoru's inner fan style used to have double ponytails, but in the end his mother said it was inappropriate and gave up 233

The setting set is visible~

So here Tsurumaru also knows that the god judge is a species of longevity, gratifying to congratulate

Current insider*2~

It's not the right time for you to get drunk, Hikiri.

This chapter isn't too short~ I'll see if it's possible to save the manuscript to resume daily updates when I finish my work on the 25th...