God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"We're back—" California Qingguang yelled feebly and stepped out of the Time-Turner.

"Welcome back." Maeda Toshiro ran over after waiting for a long time, "Thank you, how are you all?"

"They need to take a good rest, but it's nothing serious." The interrogator replied softly.

"That's great," Maeda replied shyly, "My lord, when you were in battle, someone sent a shintachi, but his condition is very bad, we sent him to the hand room, please use it when you are free. Go and have a look."

"I'll go there right now, you guys come with me too." The judge was a little taken aback. The sword to be delivered today was listed on the compensation list, but it was simply marked as Taidao Yixing, and there were no specific circumstances. In his imagination It should be that the other party came to visit on their own, so they specially left someone waiting in the main pill.

It turned out to be an inhuman patient.

The hand-entry room is very close to the forge. In order to ensure the concentration of spiritual power in the room, the walls of the room are painted with reinforced talisman arrays. There are no windows, and the light source is candles that never go out; All kinds of repair tools are prepared for the convenience of the slightly injured swordsman to deal with the injury by himself, but if it is serious to a certain extent, it must be dealt with by the judge.

For example, the Zhenhemaru Kuninaga in front of him.

The sheath and the knife were placed separately in a brocade box. The sheath was intact, but the blade was covered with cracks, making one wonder if it would be shattered into thousands of pieces if picked up.

This is basically only one breath left from death, it looks like it will be broken if blown by one breath!

California Qingguang looked at the sent knife in shock. He had never seen Fu Sangshen who was so seriously injured. Even he himself only broke the tip of the blade back then, not broken into pieces like this.

"His first and second judges died in battle," Foxosuke explained from the side, "the third judge defected shortly after taking over him. The power was included in the government of time. Originally, he was only arranged to maintain the time nodes, but not long ago he was involved in the battle between the inspection of non-violators and the time retrograde army for some reason, and he was seriously injured. The not very powerful judge may be Can't fix his."

So come here for free medical care?

Kyomo stared at Honosuke with an expressionless expression.

"Master God Judge, this Zhenzuru Maru Kuninaga's combat strength is already very high, it would be a pity to break it," Foxnosuke looked anxiously at him, "and he has the spiritual power of the government on him. Taking over will not consume too much of your energy, and the government has also sent resources for restoration..."

"Then why don't you choose a staff member from Shizheng to repair him?" Jing Mo stretched out his hand and gently swept the knife, confirming that what supported the vibrating knife was Shizheng's warm spiritual power like boiled water.

"This..." Fox's help got stuck.

"I have no intention of looking for things that I'm not interested in, just like I never ask about the source of spiritual power in current affairs," the examiner lowered his eyelashes and looked at Honosuke who didn't know what to do. People are troubled, if you really want to do something, come up with something decent.”

Although the tone didn't fluctuate much, every syllable the man uttered was astonishingly forceful, giving Foxanosuke the illusion of being pierced by something. He responded in panic, and could hardly organize his words. In the end, he used the remaining courage Ask:

"Then will you accept this Zhenzuru Maru Kuninaga?"

The judge looked at it quietly for a while, then suddenly laughed and rubbed its ears.

"Why not? Thank you."

Foxosuke may never know that the God-inspector sent a warning to the observers of the Government of Time through its body just now. This kind of ignorant little shikigami doesn't even realize that he can sometimes become the eyes of the distance.

The hand-in process was faster than expected, and the spiritual force urged the cracks on the blade to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. During the period, the god judge asked all the Fusangshen to go to eat and rest, and the work of the servants was suspended, and they will not go out for the next two days .

"Digest your combat experience well," Jing Mo instructed, "and then train with your brothers and friends to make up for their lack of experience. Well... don't worry about the previous things."

"..." Qingguang Qingguang, who dawdled to the end, hesitated to leave, he always felt that there seemed to be some kind of information that he didn't want to face in the previous conversation.

"It has nothing to do with you and this Zhenhe Maru country, it's just a procedural exchange of courtesy," Jing Mo saw through the uneasiness of Dao Dao at a glance, "The other party took this opportunity to test, I express my attitude, that's all."

"If you don't take a tougher attitude today, these small troubles will appear one after another in the future." The black pupils of the judge showed a circle of gold under the candlelight, "Scared you?"

"No, I'm just worried..." California Qingguang didn't know what he was worried about, he just vaguely felt that the confrontation just now was not as light as what the judge said.

"Then go and explain to your companions now, Qingguang," Jing Mo laughed, "You must have a lot to say. By the way, it is said that the work of the valet is suspended, but you have to come to clean up my room tomorrow."

"Got it." Kami Kiyomitsu glanced at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who looked tattered again, and added worryingly, "Before he wakes up, you must let us stay by your side."

"Are you worried that he will hurt me?" Jing Mo said with a smile, "No, he can't do it, go and rest, you don't need to come here, the fluctuation of spiritual power will interfere with me getting it for him."

"Okay...okay." Thinking of the combat power of the God Judge, California Qingguang ran away in a complicated mood.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga regained consciousness around midnight.

When he opened his eyes, the inquisitor was leaning against the bed, one hand resting on his chest to infuse spiritual energy, and the other hand was playing with a strange flower in a bored manner.

It's strange because this flower is constantly changing, snow-white, bright blue, complicated, and thin, each of which is an appearance that Tsurumaru Kuninaga has never seen before.

"...What kind of flower is that?" He heard his voice rough and hoarse, and every time he said a word, his throat seemed to be sharpened by a blunt knife, but he just wanted to know.

"you're awake?"

The other party turned his head sideways, his face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the candlelight, a strand of long hair fell down, coiled softly like a snake on the pillow, his dry and cool hands moved to his neck, and the cool spiritual power moistened his throat The burning pain inside made him feel much better.

"I'm Tsurumaru Kuninaga, seeing me like this... must have shocked you a lot," Tsurumaru Kuninaga panted and laughed, "Anyway, I...was surprised."

"I can talk about self-introduction tomorrow," Jing Mo pulled off the thin quilt to cover him, and put the flowers on his cheeks, "Go to sleep."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga slightly turned his head to look at the flower, the pearl-like luster of the flower in the dark looked so weak that it couldn't even bear a dewdrop.

... so beautiful, he thought as he fell into a deep sleep.

"Yo!"

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga!"

"Haha, did this sudden appearance in front of you scare you?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga flexibly climbed down from the beam above the door, and landed on the ground lightly like a white crane flapping its wings.

...Scared to death, okay?

California Qingguang stared at him, and when the door opened, a grimace suddenly fell from mid-air, which was a test of the heart.

"Master asked us to bring you lunch. It seems that you are recovering well." California Qingguang placed all the meals in his hands on the small table, and Maeda next to him obediently helped out the tableware.

"The body is very relaxed, I haven't felt this way for a long time," Tsurumaru Kuninaga stretched his shoulder blades and stretched his waist, "Is this the new Honmaru? It feels so good to have different spiritual power."

"Why, is the spiritual power of the Government of Time very bad?" California Qingguang pretended to ask casually, no matter what the judge said, he still cared about what happened yesterday.

"Ah...it's terrible, there are no surprises in that kind of life." Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed, and shut up after trying to say something, "Should we go to see God Judge after eating?"

"Master seemed to stay with you very late yesterday, and he was in a terrible state this morning." In fact, the inquisitor exuding low pressure was the first person to scare him today. Thinking of the situation in the morning, California Qingguang couldn't help it The corners of his mouth raised, "He asked us to take you around in this pill, introduce the situation, and go find him after dinner."

"Mr. Tsurumaru, the situation was urgent yesterday. The Lord must be very tired after fighting all day and then buying for you," Maeda Fujishiro explained with blinking eyes, "It will be fine when the Lord takes a rest."

"Don't disturb his rest," California Qingguang reminded the crane, who likes to be surprised by nature, "you will be taught a lesson."

"Is it so fierce?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed in surprise, he thought of the flower that had disappeared in the morning, "It doesn't feel like it."

Just in the state of the master in the morning, ten of you are not enough for him to kill him.

California Qingguang curled his lips. The awakened interrogator is much more terrifying than him who is able to handle the battlefield well. Hmm...I kind of want to see how this guy is taught a lesson?

... Anyway, the master will not really kill him with a single knife.

The gloating California Kiyomitsu decided that the good-natured reminders were over.

"Let's eat," said California Qingguang, "I'll introduce you later, there aren't many people in this pill yet, it will be of great help if you can get used to it quickly."

"General, can I come in?" Yao Yan knocked lightly on the door, held his breath and waited for a while before hearing the answer from inside.

"come in."

Feeling better than in the morning... Yaoken thought about pushing the door open.

The room was very dark, the interrogator was wearing a single shirt and sitting by the window, his eyes were half-closed, his long hair was scattered on the floor.

Yao Yan reluctantly put down the lunch in his hand, arranged the hair of the god judge into a bunch and tied it up, and the god judge didn't move and let him do whatever he wanted.

Like a dead fish.

"Can't you sleep?"

"I think you will come and ask me to eat," Jing Mo pressed his temple, "It will be even more uncomfortable if the sleep is interrupted."

"I made some herbs to relieve headaches, do you want to try it?" Yaoyan brought over the lunch, "Or how about going out for a breath of fresh air? The sun is good today."

"...I hate sunny days." Jing Mo replied wearily, "Open the window."

Hearing this, Yao Yan opened the heavy curtains and opened the windows, and was surprised to find that it had started to rain outside in just a short while, and a faint smell of mud came in from the window.

...You are so capricious, General, I only hang out the laundry for you.

Guessing that it was the God Judge who changed the weather, Yao Yan shook his head helplessly: "Do you want me to massage your head?"

"Let's eat first," Jing Mo broke out of his drowsy boredom a little bit in the damp cool air, "Have you all finished?"

"Yes, Saya's injury is very minor, I helped him deal with it yesterday, Tsurumaru also woke up just now, California and Maeda sent lunch, and I will show him around Honmaru in the afternoon." Yaoken briefly explained the situation, " Fox's assistant taught me to use your smart terminal, now you need to apply for authorization, and I can directly submit a battle report for you after the Shizheng is approved. Then there is a letter sent by the Shizheng this morning, would you like to see the content?"

"You can use my authority first." Jing Mo, who had closed his eyes for less than two hours, felt that he wanted to vent his anger again, "...bring me the letter to read."

This time the letter was handwritten, with beautiful fonts and sincere words, and the final signature was Ms. Chun, an acquaintance.

This time the letter finally did not make Jingmo's mood worse. After the meal, he went downstairs to write a reply in person, fully showing his good self-cultivation and generosity between the lines, and finally reminding the other party that although he needs sufficient combat power to fulfill the new battlefield Promises such as development rights, but free medical care is not available every day, and next time please go through the procedure.

After ordering Foxnosuke to deliver it as soon as possible, the examiner cheered up and asked Yaoken: "How did you adapt to yesterday's level? Do you still feel tired?"

"It's a little tired," Yaoken replied honestly, "but we can continue if necessary."

"It's not time to force you," the judge said with a smile. "In the past two days, we are trying to form another team, and Honmaru is a bit busy."

"My younger brothers can also join the battle," Yao Yan thought about it and asked again, "Don't you like them?"

"Your younger brothers are too young, I can't see the desire to fight from them," Jing Mo leaned lazily on the back of the chair, enjoying a moderate massage on the head, "I don't approve of children going to the battlefield , because they are not yet mature enough to understand the meaning of what they do, and they just wield weapons for the favor of others. Now that they finally have a human body, it might as well give them a little more time to find what they really want to do. thing."

"This is a kind of art. If you can't appreciate its beauty, it means that your talent is not included." Jing Mo said gently, "Before Foxnosuke said that not every Token Fusangshen likes fighting. God judge, fighting is my responsibility, not yours."

...Well, responsibility.

The mature Yaken Toshiro sighed, and softened the strength of his hands.