God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Sleeping time?" Jing Mo looked at the serious Hasebe with a question mark on his face.

"I think this is the duty of the servant," the tone of Dao Dao, who was fighting for his own rights, was tougher than usual, "As the name suggests, it should be the job of taking care of you to sleep, and there is no need to arrange another person."

The god judge took the "God Judge Handbook" issued by the current affairs and quickly flipped through it, and found that it was not that he had missed an officially designated training method, so he pondered for a while.

"Bring me my terminal, Hasebe."

After jumping through several related searches, the examiner who got the usual meaning and specific meaning of Sleeping Fan became complicated, and didn't know how to explain it to Da Dao, who was still fighting for it in front of him.

Rather than saying it was Ri Neiban, it was actually a joke, and no one took it seriously. This seemed to be a meme, but Hasebe's serious attitude made things a little difficult to handle.

I feel that telling the truth will hurt his enthusiasm and self-esteem, or lead to a murder.

The mind examiner who doesn't want to continue to add experience to his hands thinks.

"Honmaru has no intention of setting up this kind of internal drama yet," Jingmo rubbed his forehead, "Qingjiang is just joking with you, I will pay attention to sleep, I don't need...um, supervision."

He changed the word tactfully, and he really couldn't say any words that were slightly out of bounds in front of that upright face.

"Do you also have difficulty falling asleep at night?" Da Dao asked keenly, "If you want to use words like 'supervision', is there something you are hiding from me?"

"No problem, if I need to sleep, I will sleep well...Really," I had to emphasize to the closer and closer attendant, "It's just that sometimes I have other things to do, so I sleep late."

For example, sleep on the second or third night.

"No matter what kind of things you can't delay the normal work and rest time, just tell me to do it if you have something to do." Hasebe put one hand on his chest and bowed, "It's my dereliction of duty to keep you busy enough to take up sleep time , I have already understood the great significance of Sleeping Dang, and I will re-negotiate this matter with Smiling Qingjiang later."

……You do not understand.

The judge felt that this matter was turning into a deep pit, but he couldn't stop it, he could only wave his hand and allow the valet to leave.

...I hope that Qingjiang can persuade him to give up this idea.

Murphy's Law is really the crystallization of human wisdom.

The judges sent away the third wave of Fu Sangshen who had come to care about the problem with a blank face. If this matter had the possibility of getting worse, then don't expect it to not happen.

Hasebe, who found that Owaki Tsubasa was still asleep, naturally went to discuss the matter with other friends, so before dinner, almost all of Honmaru knew the fact that the judge did not sleep well at night.

So this internal work was settled without any objection.

Although California Kiyomitsu took out this novel without a word, and explained the extended meaning of Sleeping Ban to Hasebe on the spot, since the purpose is to urge the examiner to maintain a good work and rest, the name is not important.

In particular, Tsurumaru Kuninaga sincerely believes that this kind of shameful name can definitely have a magical effect on making the judge sleep on time.

On the contrary, Yao Yan recalled the short-lived wake-up breath of the God interrogator, and felt that he seemed to be close to some kind of truth, considering that the process of seeking proof required careful planning and preparation.The short knife did not show any abnormalities.

By the time Owaki-sama woke up, Hasebe had already put up a sleeping shift schedule in the living room. Although the order was still being negotiated, the implementation of this system was already imperative.

"Hmph..." The smiling face Qing Jiang, who re-recognized the efficiency of his companions, laughed twice with complicated emotions, "As expected of you, Hasebe."

Hasebe glared at him with a dark face, no wonder the master hesitated to speak after checking the information, he actually took this guy's words seriously, and even ran to ask such a shameful question.

As long as an excellent valet is for the Lord, even this guy can tolerate it.

Da Dao recited silently three times in his heart, took a deep breath, and wrote the name of Smiling Qing Jiang on the top position.

"The Lord said that you will be in charge tonight," Hasebe said without emotion, "As a close servant, please form a written report tomorrow as a guide for other people's work."

"A document..."

"At least [-] words, Smile," Hasebe added, "I'll give it to everyone to study together later."

Izumi Mori Kanesada, who was helping next to him, showed a stunned and sympathetic expression.

Owaki Tsubasa's expression was slightly stiff, but he quickly shook his head, accepting this small revenge.

The well-dressed interrogator stood on the corridor on the second floor, looking down at the smiling Qing Jiang, his eyes full of condemnation.

The silvery moonlight shone from behind him, his face was hidden in the darkness and he couldn't see clearly, but Owaki Zashi somehow felt that the pair of pupils were very clear, clearly expressing his feelings.

The god-inspector propped up the railing for a while, and landed beside Owaki Tsubasa as silently as a leaf, without even footprints on the ground.

"If you want to make fun of these kids, you have to make it clear," the judge said, as if he saw an older kid who was yelling at his naive younger brother, "he will take it seriously, and he will be in a good mood when he learns the truth." Difference."

Osaki just smiled meaningfully.

"One or five days without sleep will not have a huge impact on me," Jing Mo said helplessly after a pause, "You guys are too worried, you don't need to make such a big noise to ensure my sleep .”

Wasn't it tacitly revealed before?about one's own sleep or one's identity.

"You're getting closer to us," Owaki Tsubasa looked up at his master, "I just said I'm going to sleep, but Hasebe can find that you don't sleep well, and you haven't been found out after hiding it for so long."

In the final analysis, the god judge who was indeed not cautious enough had nothing to say.

"You are slowly approaching us, and we are also approaching you," Owaki Tsubasa tried to reach out to untangle the hair that was entangled with the gemstone chain around his waist, and then found that it was not as boring as he thought, "When the distance is enough Now, secrets are no longer necessary, and this is also your choice."

Jing Mo is silent, although it is not in the same way as expected, but he is indeed relaxing. It is not the kind of calm feeling that is far away from the crowd, and the mind and emotions are precipitated together, but that he unconsciously thinks that a certain Some "necessary" cover-ups become unnecessary, and then the trajectory of life slowly fits together.

For him, these times are just a tiny drop of water in the long river, but he can really feel the changes in himself.

It's like a flower that blooms unknowingly even though I look at it every day.

The appraiser smiled lightly, his soft eyebrows and eyes carried an irresistible and terrifying charm, but any sentient being would be attracted by that kind of pure appreciation and love, and then indulge in the illusion of this moment.

However, Owaki, who lowered his head, didn't see anything. When he raised his head, the interrogator had already suppressed that dangerous temperament, and he was normal again.

"Then I will be troubled if I have to do something at night in the future." The examiner complained in a steady tone, but there was no trace of trouble on his expression.

"I also paid the price of the [-]-word paperwork report." Owaki Shasa finally untied those entanglements and sighed, "I thought your nights would be mine alone in the recent period, but I didn't expect Hasebe's speed So quickly, all I have left is tonight."

"Then come along." The judge glanced at him, and walked out of the courtyard first, "Fulfill your sleeping obligations."

The strongholds of the time retrograde army are like small stones scattered on a sandy river bed. At first glance, they all look similar, unless a certain stone is painted with bright colors.

Now the Inquisitor and his entourage are at a marked foothold.

A large number of retrograde troops sat silently in the mountains and forests according to their divisions, waiting for the next order to be delivered. There were no extra movements and sounds. It was difficult to say whether they were resting, or whether they needed it.

Smiling Qingjiang's saber dissipated here, and the remaining spiritual power pointed out the direction for them like a beacon.

The god judge didn't intend to do anything, he just held the tense Owaki Tsubasa to observe the edge of the battlefield for a while, and then calmly retreated into the darkness.

"There is no trace of him here," the interrogator hesitated, "I need to go in and have a look inside, you wait here."

"Oh? Are you afraid that I will get in the way?" Smiling Qing Jiang rubbed the handle of the knife, recalling the dense crowd of enemies, feeling a sense of dangerous excitement slowly rising.

"Don't disturb this time base, and see if there will be any birds that throw themselves into the net." The judge stretched out his hand to cover the overly bright golden eyes, "It's so belligerent...Although I have no right to criticize you, but not now .”

Smiling Qingjiang blinked his eyes, feeling the temperature of his skin quickly away from him, he sighed and leaned back against the tree trunk, pressing his other bright red eye.

"They're all so indifferent...it really makes me want to move..."

The god judge didn't know what Owaki Cha of his family was thinking about behind him, he passed through the retrograde army sitting unconsciously on the ground like a phantom, and walked towards the inside.

He's been on the lookout for traces of the Revisionists, but he—or they seem to seldom travel through time, just move in some stable crack—so finding them is harder than you think.

However, if it ends too quickly, it will be too boring. All lives have the right to fight for themselves—if their means are not to harm other lives.

Jing Mo, who wasn't a workaholic, stopped and stood beside Yizhendi Dadao. Dadao stared blankly at a small flower, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he clumsily plucked the flower and stuck it in the hollow eye socket of one side of the dagger. The dagger accepted the mismatched decoration quietly and docilely, without jumping up to give him a blow.

——Probably a bit regretful, because of the desire to be awakened from slumber, and then fight in confusion until falling down again.

The god judge passes through this group of historical undead. Although it is a hostile position, he does not hate the retrograde army, just like he does not hate humans, and even respects and appreciates some of them, but repeatedly destroys The type that has no awareness of the rules is not very popular.

He guessed right, there is a hidden small base in the retrograde army center, equipped with simple water, food, and medical supplies beyond the current era, and the trauma treatment part has traces of being used.

He used some tricks to ensure that he would be able to sense someone the next time he stayed here, but the God-inspector withdrew the same way, but his heart moved not far from the meeting point.

The slight sound of metal clashing was not obvious in the sound of the wind, at least there was no sign of being alarmed on the retrograde army, but the god judge still quickened his pace and turned to that side.

When he arrived, he saw the smiling face Qingjiang slowly drawing the knife, Owaki Tsubasa was very close to the enemy, almost as if being hugged, and as the blade was pulled out from the body, the enemy fell backwards with a bang.

"Eh—dangerous."

Owaki-zai reached out his hand very quickly, and gently helped the heavy body to the ground, complaining in a brisk tone: "So careless, what should I do if I alarm others?"

There are still two enemies on the ground, and the wounds are all killed by a single knife. This small-scale battle—or the ambush did not leave too many traces, not even redundant footprints. It is a perfect scene when all the corpses disappear .

"Qingjiang." The interrogator didn't know how many times he sighed today, "It's over for me."

"Oh? You came back so fast," Owaki Tsubasa withdrew his sword in surprise, "Ah, I obeyed your orders, and they found me because they wanted me."

Although it was a little seductive, the one who took the bait was at fault, right?

Owaki Zai thought calmly.

...If I come back later, I probably won't even have this explanation.

The inquisitor has a new understanding of his own Oyaki difference, which is probably the difference that can only be discovered after getting close to it—something that is hidden under the daily cover and is closer to the essence.

"After all, I'm a swordsman who is used to fighting," Qing Jiang said casually with a smile on his face, "I thought this was a reward for me, but in the end it just made me endure silently."

"There will be opportunities like this," the judge replied with tolerance, "Let's go back, do you want to take a hot spring together when you go back?"

"Huh? We're going to be honest so soon?" Owaki Zai was surprised for a moment and then asked back, "I have no problem, otherwise I always feel that the job of sleeping is not in place."

The inquisitor tapped his temple in trouble and replied, "Think about how to make up [-] words for your report."

"Aren't you going to help me bear the leak?"

Owaki almost shook his shoulders in the white suit and chased after him, determined to find a solution to his headache.

Ah... I like this feeling of knowing and allowing each other to keep each other.

he thought, and the graceful curve of his lips rose even more than usual.

The author has something to say: The little angels said loudly, did this Qingjiang collapse?

In my feeling, Qingjiang is the sensitive and gentle type. He will relieve people who are in distress, but he is very measured, and he will never spy on anything. He has many things in his heart, but he is not willing to say them. He would be very happy if someone could understand him without asking questions like he did.

How good is he!

... the fanboy mode is over

Where did the 4000 million time-traveling army come from? This is an N+ mystery.

In addition to the theory of the dark fall of the sword, I opened a brain hole,

Is such a huge number obtained by historical revisionists through some means? Those people who are still unwilling to die in history have no memory and thoughts, and only rely on the belief of "alive". The existence of the undead, so no corpses and traces can be left, and occasionally drop your favorite knife→_→

So this article appeared,

So, do you still remember Tsurumaru when you first came here?

It won't be the time when the official declassification is about to end... Then don't untie it, really (serious face).

Finally, I am on a vitality update list, that is to say, this Sunday will be updated to Wednesday QAQ

Thanks for the time~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of lotus sugar;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard...hematemesis will continue to work hard for a week...