God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Do you want to set off fireworks in summer?"

The two attendants and the judge sat in the tea room drinking tea.

This four-ping-sized teahouse has just been sorted out, and it is surrounded by plane trees and lilacs alone. There is only a deep path connecting the outside world. The interior decoration is very clean except for flower arrangements.

The judges were basically forced to feel the "new tea room trial experience". All three of them sat on the cushions kneeling, and Kiri Guangzhong sat upright with a candlestick and served tea to the two in front of him.

"Didn't you arrange Ikeda House's first battle?" The judge took a sip of the tea soup, "We'll see the situation when they come back."

"I will come back the next morning after going out, but the fireworks display needs to be prepared in advance." Tsurumaru wore a formal kimono today and drank tea together in a proper manner. "We plan to set off fireworks along the river bank, whether it is in Honmaru or Good results can be seen on the mountain, and there are few plants in that area, which is relatively safe."

"The shikigami in the courtyard are at your disposal," the god judge replied, "All the corresponding materials will be taken from Honmaru's funds—if it's a fireworks display, should we also prepare some things for the summer festival?"

"Candy apples! Fish for goldfish! Taiyaki!"

Taidao's eyes lit up immediately, and he said a lot of things he wanted.

"It's something I've never seen before, even the fireworks," Tsurumaru said with nostalgia, "Haven't you seen Hikari? After all, we all have hidden knives. "

"Basically I don't go out very much in the later period, but I think everyone is the same," Candlestick cut re-boiled water with the stove, and echoed, "That's why I want to hold this kind of fireworks display."

"But it's better to just set off fireworks," Tsurumaru thought for a while and said, "Although I want to have a real fun, but there are not enough people, I think everyone is more willing to have fun instead of preparing things for the festival. "

"...Are you also urging me to forge the knife?"

"Life is so happy now, so it's normal to want your companions to experience it earlier, right?" Bai He tilted his head, "As a senior, I also want them to see this colorful world."

Candlestick cut slightly nodded to Jingmo and saluted: "I really feel that Honmaru is short of manpower. If we really want to hold a festival, it will probably be very deserted. That's why we made the decision to only display fireworks with Mr. Tsuru."

"More than that, when Ikedaya is arranged to go out, how to evenly distribute the combat power to the two teams is really a headache," Tsurumaru said while the iron was hot. This heart, I am also quite embarrassed."

"Mr. Crane," Candlestick called out to Tsurumaru restrainedly, "It's not good to talk about this in the tea room. If you want apple candy, I'll make it for you."

"Don't worry about the ceremony, I will prepare it for you," the god judge put down the tea bowl, "forging the knife...don't need to rush anymore."

Tsurumaru observed the man around him from the corner of his eyes, wanting to see if his temptation made him a little unhappy, and it was rare for him to feel a trace of uneasiness in his heart, which has become more and more willful recently.

No no, Jing Mo won't get angry because of this temptation, and he has never seen him angry.

What if he saw his purpose?

Whether it is human beings or Fu Sangshen, they will all be affected by emotions. If more ties are created, will this relationship last longer?

There was silence in the tea room, and the rustling of leaves could be heard in the breeze outside the door.

"Not angry."

The judge suddenly opened his mouth to explain.

Tsurumaru immediately retracted his gaze and turned his head pretending to be innocent.

"Don't watch secretly, if you can't tell if I'm angry, then it means I'm not angry," the judge sighed, "I won't get angry with you."

Candlestick raised his eyes slightly, with a complicated look on his face.

"How about today's tea drinking?" Taidao in black kimono moved the kettle on the stove, "I can't make good tea with my current state of mind."

"Let me entertain you next time." The judge looked at the flowers in the alcove. It was a branch of purple peony lying on the vase, and the matching twigs only had two or three green leaves on the top.

Although standing in a prosperous scene, I am still lonely and unspeakable, but the fresh green at the end is also the finishing touch...

While thinking about it, Jing Mo bowed to the candlestick cut to thank for the hospitality, then got up freely, opened the door of the tea room, and retracted it when he was about to take a step.

"Are you a little disappointed?" The judge turned around and looked at Tsurumaru who was still sitting on the mat.

"Of course not." Tachi, whose legs were so numb that he couldn't move, replied calmly.

"Can't you stand up?" The judge walked back to him, squatting down to help him.

"Just help me, Xiaoguang." Tsurumaru recalled the tragic situation of being carried into the room last time, and immediately chose to ask for help outside the venue, "Master, you go to work first."

The judge looked at him for a while with his face propped up, showing a kind smile.

"It's not my style to leave the servant here alone. Don't cause extra trouble to the candlestick. I'll take you back to your room."

"I can stand up by myself..."

"Don't be brave." The judge picked him up neatly, put one hand on his back and the other on his knees, like a standard princess hug, "I heard that you are all keen on this posture. Practice secretly in private?"

Tsurumaru turned his head with a look of death.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada politely looked away and held back his laughter, and opened the door wider for the judge, so that he could carry out Tsurumaru Kuninaga who committed suicide smoothly.

There were footsteps from the tea room.

Wouldn't it really make Tsurumaru a success?

The fusangshen, who found various excuses to drink tea, eat snacks and play cards near the tea room, all stopped their movements and paid attention to the movement over there.

——If you sit for two hours, your legs will definitely be numb, right?Then it would be logical to pick him up.

After the tea room was repaired, Tsurumaru put forward the above idea with a brisk face, and quickly pulled the candlestick to implement the idea.

After calculating that the time is almost up, everyone now just wants to witness the final result.

"Hmph." Hasebe who was sitting by the porch suddenly laughed, stood up and was about to leave.

"Mr. Hasebe isn't waiting?" Akita asked curiously.

"He must have failed," Da Dao said in a cheerful tone, "This is the sound of the Lord's footsteps, and since I knew him, Tsurumaru has never been quiet for more than half an hour, whoever is the first to have legs so numb that he can't walk , it must be him."

As soon as the words fell, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had a blank face, was carried out, followed by Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada who couldn't help but laugh.

If you die by yourself, you have to accept the consequences.

Seeing that there were indeed many people waiting outside, Taidao covered his face with his sleeve in a self-deception, but amidst more and more greetings to the god judge, he simply turned around with difficulty and hid his face in front of the god judge. In his arms, he hypnotized himself that the outside world is an illusion.

"Please leave Mr. Tsuru to me, I think he should recover quickly." Candlestick Kiri followed the judge to Tsurumaru's room and suggested, "I met enough people on the road."

The judge smiled and put the white crane to sit by the door, patted his head and left.

"Ah—shame—"

After confirming that the judge had gone far away, Tsurumaru rolled on the spot and buried his face in his arms: "Isn't this kind of shock too shocking?"

"Don't be like this, Mr. Crane," Candlestick urged him earnestly, "Not everyone has seen it, and the probability of failure is indeed very high, everyone can think of it."

"Who was there just now?"

"Let's think about it...Mr. Sankayue Zongjin wasn't there," Candlestick cut recalled, "and Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoyezuowen who arranged the expedition today..."

Doesn't that mean that everyone except Sanriyue and those who go out are there!

Tsurumaru flattened in discouragement: "Sit for two hours, won't your legs go numb?"

"Of course I will," Taidao, who pays attention to appearance all the time, replied perfectly with a smile, "but compared to the handsome image, this feeling of blood stagnation is nothing, not to mention the feeling of recovery after a few more steps a lot of."

So you've been pretending to move freely with numb legs until now?

Tsurumaru looked at him intently.

"Xiaoguang, I will work hard on you next time, because I plan to arrange for myself to go out in battle for three days." After Tsurumaru knocked on his terminal, he quickly entered a long sequence of schedules in it, "Persuading him to forge the knife I'll leave it to you."

I'll have to find some fresh supply of scares elsewhere first, and at least not come back until the next one is embarrassing!

"No, Mr. Crane, you will have your tenant in the day after tomorrow, and that day is also the day when the first army returns from Ikeda House, so it's not okay to be lazy."

Candlesticks ruthlessly rejected Tsurumaru Kuninaga's request, and pointedly pointed out his real intention by the way: "Everyone will soon forget what happened today, and I heard that this is not the first time, don't make trouble with children temper."

He smiled and pushed open the door: "I want to have a good meal at dinner time, now I can... huh?"

The surprised tone attracted Tsurumaru's attention, Baihe looked curiously at the door, Candlestick smiled and opened the door, revealing the things in the corridor.

It was a large transparent jar filled with candies and chocolates, reflecting colorful colors under the light.

"Hmph...do you want to dismiss me with some candy and treat me like a child?"

At the dinner table, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was holding a candy jar in his arms and humming.

"The one who brought you here to show off, aren't you a child?" Zong San Zuo asked quietly, "Does Xiaoye want candy?"

"I don't need it..." Dagger looked at the heavy jar, "Brother, do you want it? I have it there too."

"Xiao Ye is a good boy." Da Dao lovingly patted his younger brother's head.

"Really, the Lord is too gentle, and you still want to comfort you when you are so stupid," Hasebe curled his lips coldly, "If you want me to say, it's better to break it and replace it with a smart one... Huh? "

Yaoken forcefully stuffed the peeled shrimp into Hasebe's mouth, and ordered unquestionably, "Eat!"

"Hasebe-kun is still too young, human beings just love and love stupid creatures from time to time, why don't you give it a try?" Owaki Tsubasa, diagonally across from him, said in a persuasive tone, "It's very suitable for a silly and ignorant look. you."

"...Do you still need to think deeply about this kind of proposal, Hasebe?"

"What? Do you want to peel the shrimp shells for you, Sankaiyue?" Xiaohumaru reached out and brought a plate of Taidao in front of him, "Don't be in a daze."

"Well, the atmosphere of the dinner is very lively. It feels so good that I am a little fascinated," San Riyue said with a smile after recovering, "It turns out this is how it feels to eat at a long table."

"Very noisy?" Xiaohuwan pushed the shrimp back on the plate neatly and neatly. "It is said that it was originally eaten at separate tables, but later because of drinking, I found it more convenient, so the long table has been kept."

"However, if you add new partners, the table will become bigger." The big fox licked its canines happily, "The seat next to the master will become more and more difficult to grab, but it will also be more interesting."

"Flint, dingzi oil, Fengshu paper..."

The five tigers retreated one by one and counted the things to bring to the battle tomorrow, and checked the ribbons for his little tigers after the battle, and finally folded the uniforms and placed them neatly on the side of the quilt.

"You can sleep, tomorrow...you have to work harder."

The author has something to say: I was wondering whether to change the name of the article, does this name make people want to click QAQ

This is Tsurumaru who wants others to have numb legs so that he can win the game and end up embarrassing himself~