God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The atmosphere is a bit strange.

Before dinner began, the judge stared at the flickering shadow of the bonfire and thought.

It's not that there is danger, but Fu Sangshen next to him looked at him with subtle changes compared to the daytime, with a little evaluation and curiosity, and some inexplicable... desire to win?

If you observe carefully, you can also find that they have formed many small groups with competitive relations, most of which are centered on Taidao and Dadachi.

What made them feel antagonistic toward each other—and themselves?

The judge thought with great interest.

"Drink, come drink!" Jiro Tachi enthusiastically brought him wine.

Taking the cup that was darker than usual, the examiner raised his eyes to look at the undisturbed Datachi, and then centered on him, he glanced around Fu Sangshen who was secretly paying attention here.

A few of them lowered their heads immediately, and of course some looked straight at them without concealing their interest.

"Come to cheers?" Jiro drank it down confidently, "I've always been curious about your drinking capacity, do you want to have a competition?"

"The meaning of the competition is to drink until one party is drunk?" The judge asked, turning the wine glass in his hand, "Is there any other standard?"

"It's better to be in moderation when it comes to drinking," Shikimaru persuaded, "In any case, it's not a good thing to get drunk."

"Xiaohu thinks that as long as one party can't walk normally, he is drunk," Xiaohumaru went to sit next to the judge, and made a seemingly gentle suggestion, "But master, don't worry, even if you are drunk, Xiaohu will take responsibility for it." To send you back to the tent."

——It's so insidious.

Everyone looked sideways at the fox. If he couldn't move normally, wouldn't it be logical for the princess to take him back?

"Ishikirimaru is right, general, today is the second day of vacation, and there will be a battle tomorrow morning," Yaoken said immediately, "I think it's better to go back and arrange another day for banquets, as long as you have fun outside."

——I won’t let you succeed so easily.

The dagger, who found that his side was not superior in strength and physique, made an idea of ​​delaying time. Although he could not expressly imply that he would win in the future, the advantage of the dagger was obvious to all, and he would definitely be able to attract more competitive allies.

If the general called out Brother Yiqi when he went back to forge the knife, wouldn't victory be within easy reach.

Yaoken, who had planned to treat this as a strategy game from the very beginning, had a well-thought-out plan.

"Master, there's no need to spoil them," Hasebe said very directly, "Jiro Tachi has always looked like this half-drunk but not drunk. In fact, he can hold a lot of alcohol. I think it can be directly used by you last time." The wine that comes out will determine the outcome."

"Did you say that wine that would make you fall asleep after drinking it?" Jiro Tachi had a good memory in this regard, "I can do it, but it's a bit difficult for Xiaohumaru to help the master back, so I have to hand over the matter at this time." Give it to the reliable big brother, okay?"

"It's just about strength..." Taro Tachi replied after a little hesitation, "Master can leave it to me with confidence, after all, I have such a physique."

"Ishikirimaru will help too," Kohomaru smiled at Jiro Tachi with his pointed canine teeth, "Taro Tachi has to take care of you, so it's inevitable that he will be in a hurry."

Theoretically, the two sides who are most likely to decide the winner that night will not give in to each other, and the sparks of static electricity seem to flash when they look at each other.

"Cough," Yaki Hasebe cleared his throat to remind the group of complacent people, "It is the servant's responsibility to take care of the master, so you don't need to argue. Master, are you willing to adopt my suggestion?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't bring out that kind of wine." The judge sighed, otherwise he would have known what you were trying to do.

"Then it's not bad to wait until you go back. It's the easiest way to tell how much you can drink," Tsurumaru walked over with a candlestick on Kiri's shoulders, and said with a smile, "But Hasebe, you should give us the job as a waiter when you go back, right? I Really looking forward to—"

Hasebe, who had completely forgotten about this matter, suddenly changed his face, but he didn't know how to remedy it because he said too much.

"Don't take the fight too seriously." Candlestick smiled and tapped his chest with his fist—it happened to be the place where Xiaohumaru was injured yesterday. "Be careful at all times, and don't take it lightly."

So the big fox also calmed down, sneaked a guilty glance at the god-inspector, and then simply leaned on his lap, finding a comfortable position for himself and sitting down.

The judge smiled and shook his head, then raised his hand.

At some point, Shikigami had already stood quietly behind him with a bottle in his hand, and immediately filled up everyone's empty glass after seeing this signal.

"There is no alcohol at all today," the judge raised his glass, "Shikigami will be responsible for pouring the wine, so you don't have to worry about getting it wrong again. Cheers to the holiday life."

"cheers--"

Fu Sangshen in the camp said in unison, then drank the drink in the cup happily, and started to cook his own dinner with charcoal fire.

The seasonings are prepared, and even people without any experience can practice from low-level difficulty such as shells, and the atmosphere is very lively for a while.

"Lord, what do you want to eat, I will get it for you."

Hasebe asked the judge.

Jing Mo, who sat far away from the charcoal fire at the beginning, smiled and said, "It's enough to take some of what you harvested last night. I'll try it."

"Yes."

Da Dao happily left.

"He still hasn't changed at all," Tsurumaru Kuninaga threw himself on the shoulder of the judge from behind, and put his chin on the other's head by the way, "Speaking of which, he is the only one who has gone out with you alone, right?"

"Where did Master and Hasebe go?" Xiaohumaru asked, wiggling his ears.

"I went to play in a relatively recent era not long ago," Jingmo replied, "It can't be said that it hasn't changed at all, but... Is it because of my bad handling, Tsurumaru?"

"His character is easy to get into the horns," Bai He said, looking at Da Dao who was nervously waiting around with a plate by the fire, "I don't know if he stayed by that demon king's side for too long. He and Zongsan...even medicine Research too."

"From their bodies, I can see the shadow of the old master," the god judge sighed. "A very charming person can leave such a deep mark on the body of steel after such a long time."

"That's right," Tsurumaru put his weight on the shoulders of the judge, and it was no surprise that the other party's expression was relaxed and completely unstressed, "But most of us have some kind of relationship with the demon king, and we don't have any relationship with the demon king. They are just as persistent."

"I always want him to be more independent," the interrogator didn't care about the moving hands above his head, "but if you press him a little bit, you will inevitably soften your heart when you see that he is at a loss."

"Breaking a snail's shell always feels guilty." Bai He was silent for a while before laughing, "How about I help you? Just promise me a request when the time comes."

Although Kokomaru didn't know what to do, he immediately became vigilant when he heard this. He turned his head and waited intently for the answer from the god judge, thinking about how to terminate Tsurumaru's plan.

However, Jing Mo did not agree to this proposal.

"If he thinks it's so good, just rely on me," the god judge took his messy hair from Tsurumaru's hands, and patiently untied it little by little, "There is no need to force him to distinguish between the past and the present , as long as the approval I give him can replace the anxiety left by the previous master."

"After all, that is his regret that he has not been able to consummate for so long."

"Huh..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga made a nasal sound with unknown meaning, "You are so biased... Do you know that older brothers and sisters will be jealous of younger brothers?"

"Then what do you want?" The interrogator was amused by him and laughed.

"Bully bully him—right?" Baihe asked Xiaohuwan happily.

The big fox tilted his head and did not object, and decided to find someone else to find out the inside story later.

"Master, I baked this with my own hands, please taste it."

With a look of anticipation, Da Dao trotted over with a plate in his hand, bowed and handed the food in front of the god judge, and took a look at the crane ball hanging on the god judge's shoulder by the way.

"It's so rich, Hasebe, what can you do." Tsurumaru sighed while stretching his arms and snatched the long skewer wearing grilled fish before he could stop it with a knife.

"This fish looks very delicious," Bai He said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Come on, master, man, me, hello, ah~"

The voice is very quintessential, and it successfully cuts off the stimulation of the knife.

Hasebe pointed at Tsurumaru tremblingly, and couldn't speak for a moment. He watched the white dumpling hand the fish to the Lord's lips, and asked in an annoying voice, "Master, what are you doing?" If you don’t eat it, is it because Hasebe’s roast is not delicious?”

"..."

Jing Mo reluctantly took a bite of the fish that was handed to his mouth, and then reached for the bamboo stick.

Feeling that the prank effect was in place, Tsurumaru didn't dodge any more, and handed over the control with a smile, but still crookedly hugged the God judge's neck, and sent out a two-combo attack with a provocative smile.

Kohomaru watched them researchingly for a while with his chin propped up, and looked away bored when he found that there was no next move.

He sniffed the smell of food in the air and then stretched out a finger to nod the arm of the God-inspector.

The inquisitor, who was having a headache how to reconcile the conflict between his brothers, looked over subconsciously.

"Master." The big fox's expectant eyes moved a few times back and forth on the faces of the fish and the judge, his ruby-like eyes blinked, and the white hair on his head swayed like ears.

The judge silently handed over the source of the dispute in his hand, but the other party seemed to have no intention of taking it, and just raised his hair slightly and made a short beeping sound.

Then the judge lost control of his body, hesitating for half a second with his right hand before feeding the fish to the big fox's mouth.

Taidao blew carefully, then took a bite in satisfaction, and then the way he squinted his eyes happily because of the delicious taste immediately disintegrated the willpower of the god judge.

So he kept this posture and waited until the other party finished eating the whole fish, during which time he repeatedly warned himself not to continue with other food, after all, the stinging eyes from the side kept increasing rapidly.

But the temptation to feed is too great.

lose...lose...

Tsurumaru stared dumbfounded at this textbook-style natural method of fighting for favor, deeply ashamed of his pediatric methods.

Hasebe?Hasebe currently needs an emergency move.

Yaoyan in the distance sighed worriedly.

"Yakuken, don't sigh." Ranzheng and Akita cheered for the shell that slowly opened its mouth, and when they turned around, they saw his brother's expression that didn't fit in well, "What's the matter?"

I just think... sometimes Tai Dao acts coquettishly, and we don't have the advantage of our short swords, and the strategy needs to be adjusted.

Looking at his heartless brother with a streak of ashes on his face, Yao Yan sighed again.

"Hasebe?" Candlestick thought about it, "Because of the former master, I didn't have much contact with him, so why would I want to ask about him?"

"It's just that he cares about his former master." Xiaohuwan presented the jerky combination (just brought in from the god judge) with a correct attitude, "Please use it."

"The former master... refers to Oda Nobunaga." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada pinched a piece of dried meat, tasted it, and then laughed, "Although I am only one of the many Mitsutada in his hands, I will still be praised by such a person." Proud, he just has that magic."

"Hasebe has been carried by him all the time, and even the name comes from him, so that's why he reacted so strongly when he was given away."

"But I seldom hear him mention the former owner." Xiaohuwan looked at the speed at which the plate became empty, and began to eat silently, "and he is also very loyal to the owner."

"Well..." Candlestick smiled wryly, "In fact, everyone can see that he still brought his feelings for Nobunaga to his master, and everything he did was a gamble, probably because he wanted to express 'I can do anything, just watch me'."

"And what I don't like very much is that his loyalty seems to be given to anyone." Taidao smiled, but his eyes were cold. "When he was loyal, his eyes were fixed on who in the void, That's disrespectful to someone who really deserves respect."

Xiaohu Wan silently gnawed off the last piece of jerky and chewed it.

"I feel like if I continue talking like this, the topic will develop in a bad direction." Taidao shrugged easily, "Then let me say something that is a bit impolite at the end, Hasebe-kun, you can't do it without the master, if there is no one else Certainly, he will not find himself."

The author has something to say: there is no one who can fight.

Xiaohuwan said so.

I'm really... a useless judge of God.

The judge sighed sincerely.

The last candlestick to appear in this chapter is highlighted

Although usually gentle and virtuous and seems to be sexually active, the blow of 73 is not in vain

In fact, in my opinion, he didn't have serious allegiance to us salty fish aunts, he just doted on us and gave us what he wanted, but after meeting the real master, he would become more like a courtier and become difficult to speak Get up QAQ

The truth about Hasebe being bullied is revealed here. Sensitive judges probably felt a little bit like this before he became polarized~