God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

During the conversation, Sanriyue's room had already arrived, Tai Dao, known as the most beautiful man in the world, was lying on the quilt with his eyes closed, half of the quilt was lifted, and the wet towel that was no longer cool was pulled off by him to snuggle against his cheek, and his temple hair was messily scattered on one side.

"Sanriyue?" Xiaohuwan called him softly, trying to pull out the towel.

However, Tachi's fingers didn't intend to let go, he just squeezed them tightly, frowning beautifully following Xiaohumaru's movements.

"It doesn't look good," Tsurumaru was already fully awake, looking worriedly at Taidao who still hadn't woken up, and asked hesitantly, "...do you want me to call Yaken?"

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that for Sangshen, this kind of disease without a cause is probably not effective for drugs.

"No need for now."

The examiner put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, and then cool spiritual power radiated out, replacing the cooling towel.

San Riyue quickly groped to grasp the source of the coolness, and the examiner easily removed the useless towel except for wetting the pillow, and by the way, uncovered the quilt that was obviously not covered in summer.

"Let him cool down first," the interrogator explained to Xiaohuwan, "If I'm not here, you can also use a cool towel, but it needs to be replaced after a while."

The big fox humbly nodded and studied.

Tsurumaru looked closely at Mikazuki's occasionally flickering eyelashes, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"If it's a cold towel, it's usually placed on the forehead, neck, hands and feet," the examiner pointed out to Xiaohuwan. "You can wipe the joints with warm water, which is good for cooling down. Is there anything special about him today?"

"As usual, nothing special," Xiaohumaru recalled, "Today is a rest, no expeditions and internal episodes are arranged, lunch and dinner are normal, and at night he read a book and fell asleep."

The god judge nodded, and continued to sort out the slightly disordered spiritual power in Tai Dao's body, and the room was silent for a while.

It began to rain quietly outside, and the damp coolness came in through the window, taking away the impetuous heat of summer, and the anxious state of mind gradually eased.

"It seems to be better." Tsurumaru said, "The face is not so red, and the temperature has dropped, so I feel that the spiritual power is still useful."

"He's sweating a lot," Xiaohumaru stroked Sankayue's hair and said, "Is this going to heal soon?"

The god judge reached out and touched Sanriyue's back, helped him up and leaned against him, and took off the damp pillow and bedding: "Give him a dry set, and get some clean towels."

"Sanriyue, are you awake? What's wrong?"

Sankaiyue finally opened his eyes after such a not-so-small movement, but his eyes were a little dazed and unable to distinguish the situation, so Xiaohumaru hurried over to ask.

"Huh? I'm just sleepy..." Taidao blinked hard to see the overlapping images in front of him clearly, "It seems to be dreaming of being forged, and it was a little hot."

Tsurumaru, who was busy searching for things, took the time to look back at him, as if wanting to evaluate how stubborn this guy is.

"You have a fever, Sankayue," Xiaohuwan said softly patiently, "Is this sick, do you have other feelings?"

"……Get ill?"

Sanriyue repeated in a daze, and then laughed: "So this is just illness...hahaha..."

He slightly bent his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch Xiaohuwan's white hair hanging from the side of his face, and whispered softly: "Sure enough...the visible things will eventually disappear..."

"Hey, you old man, you have a fever and it's too early to say your last words!"

Tsurumaru slammed the pillow on that face that was so beautiful that it was a bit unreal, and he hugged the quilt to the side and remade it: "Hurry up and go to bed, tomorrow there will be a festival that you have never seen before, and a new yukata is also ready Alright, then I'll help you put it on."

"Festival?" Tachi's voice came vaguely from under the pillow.

"Oh, I guarantee you will be surprised." Tsurumaru responded perfunctorily: "What apple candy, cotton candy, Jinpei candy..."

The god judge couldn't help laughing, and put Sankayue on the dry quilt, ignoring the confused expression on his face, but signaled to Shikigami who was quietly waiting at the door to bring hot water over.

Then he took off Taidao's pajamas repeatedly, tossed and turned Sankayue's body quickly with a hot towel, and then wrapped him in a new quilt and let him lean on him again.

The whole process is done in one go, and the techniques can be compared with the most skilled infant nurses.

At this time, Tsurumaru's dessert names have not been reported yet.

The brisk and skillful operation of the god judge made the two fusangshen feel a little bit suspicious. When they were thinking about why the god judge seemed to be so experienced, Shikigami brought drinking water , Jing Mo straightened San Riyue's hair and cheeks, and handed water to him.

"Drink some water."

The clear water seemed to carry the aroma of some kind of fruit. Sanriyue drank the whole cup slowly, the pain of being burned by the flame and being hit by a hammer gradually calmed down, and his sanity gradually returned. He handed the cup to Returning to the hand of the judge, he looked at the people in the room.

"Have you noticed that I'm sick?"

Taidao, who was not happy about this, forced a smile, and then he felt that he was laid flat, the hand holding his back was steady and strong, the dry pillow was placed behind his head, and the hair that was damp before had become dry at some point .

"Go to sleep for a while."

Maybe it was because he was well taken care of, Taidao felt that his consciousness gradually fell into a coma, he didn't have a dream this time, and soon fell into a dark dream.

"You all go to sleep." The judge sat on the tatami, the spiritual power still gently enveloped Sanriyue who was no longer frowning, "I can come here."

"Obviously it can withstand hundreds of thousands of degrees of high temperature during forging, but after appearing in human form, as long as the body temperature rises a little by two or three degrees, it will be unbearable immediately," Tsurumaru said listening to Mikazuki's steady breathing, "I It's today's sleepover, so I'd better stay here with you."

"The little fox is resting here too." The big fox simply sat down and leaned against the judge, showing his sharp canine teeth and yawning, "I have to worry about the situation here when I go back to the room, please let me stay here." A safe place."

He found a comfortable position for himself, and fell asleep quickly after rubbing against the judge.

"Let me lean in for a while too," Tsurumaru moved to the other side of the judge, and fell on top of him, "Even if it's Mikazuki Munekin, there will be times like this."

"It seems that he is different from you."

The god judge expanded the scope of his spiritual power, covering the two around him as well.

"He... bears the praises of countless people, and has been ups and downs in the long river of time since he was forged, and has never changed," Tsurumaru looked at the sleeping crescent moon in ecstasy, "I want to go through so much If there are more of him, his heart should be strong and unshakable."

"But his time of appearance is much shorter than yours," Jing Mo said softly, "Having experienced the joys and sorrows of others does not mean that he can be calm about his own life. He is no different from a newborn child in this respect."

"Destiny is to experience everything in person."

In the dimly lit room, the interrogator sighed.

"Do we all start to grow from the appearance?" Taidao did not refute this statement, but recalled the night battle at Ikedaya that made him feel frustrated. "So the short sword sometimes improves faster than us?"

"Progress comes from thinking," the examiner laughed, patting his head lovingly, "'want to be better', 'how to become better'... and growth cannot be used for comparison, it is Things only you know."

Bai He seemed to mutter a few words like "it's too difficult", but the voice was not loud, and the interrogator pretended he didn't hear it.

"Have you ever been sick like this before?"

"Yeah," Tsurumaru readily admitted, "we are pretty much the same, but you were not there to take care of me at that time, so being able to help a little like this makes me feel worthy of my past self."

The self who didn't know what happened to him in the small room, and didn't want others to know; the shaken state of mind and the memories he didn't want to recall were intertwined in the dream, like the self who was placed in the flames and saw everything distorted before his eyes.

But in the end, the tempering was complete.

Bai He looked at the god judge and smiled contentedly: "Tomorrow's ceremony should be like what I told Sanriyue, without luxurious banquets and rituals, but with a lot of food stalls, a warm and pleasant atmosphere, and beautiful Fireworks!"

"—There will be some, go to sleep."

The morning sun illuminated the room through the window paper, San Riyue sighed, and decided to close her eyes for a while in the bright light for herself.

The summer dawns early, so it doesn't matter if you lie down for a while, sleep without dreams is precious, and the spiritual power around you is also very comfortable.

Hmm...spiritual power?

Taidao reluctantly opened his eyes, and in the morning light, he saw a god-inspector shaped like a cat climbing frame.

Little Fox Maru's head slipped from his shoulders, sleeping very soundly on the collarbone of the judge, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga had already rolled onto the leg of the judge, and the judge fixed the big fox against him with one hand On the body, the other hand was raised slightly, and the sleeve used to block Tsurumaru from the direct sunlight on his face.

The spiritual power flowed peacefully and gently around Fu Sangshen's body just like last night.

Seeing San Riyue open his eyes, the interrogator smiled and motioned him to sleep for a while.

Taidao, who always opened his eyes and was about to get out of bed, slowly sat up, and continued to observe the examiner from a different perspective.

Although I only talked a few words after coming to Honmaru, I can judge that he is a strong lord with strong spiritual power, and it is said that his fighting posture is also very beautiful.

But it’s good to be willing to be relied on by others like now. No matter when and where, there must be a leader in the crowd so that it will not become a mess. If the leader is reliable and considerate, it can be called Excellent.

It should be a happy ending to have such a god judge.

Taidao thought about it, and habitually wanted to raise his sleeves to cover his expression, but found that he was not wearing any clothes on his upper body. He looked sideways and found a new pajamas not far from the bedding.

San Riyue put on her clothes with a clumsy but calm demeanor, and then smiled slightly at the judge's polite downcast eyes: "I'm not good at dressing up, and I always rely on others for help, but doing it occasionally is also a kind of fun." .”

The judge nodded in agreement, he was not sensitive about packing, but matching clothes is indeed a very interesting activity sometimes.

"... Three-day moon?"

Surprised by the voice, Xiaohumaru asked sleepily, took a sniff of the pleasant smell on the side of his face, and buried himself deeper inside, trying to avoid the bright skylight.

Today's pillow feels a bit weird, but it smells the same as the owner's.

"Well, the sun has already risen." Sankaiyue squatted in front of Xiaohumaru, and pinched Hemaru's face by the way.

"What, it's already dawn?" Tsurumaru slapped his hands off his face and stretched, "I'm so tired——"

Following his movements, a look of forbearance flashed across the face of the god judge, and he quickly returned to calm.

"Oh?" San Riyue made an interested voice, staring more carefully at the changes in the expression of the god judge, but to his disappointment, the other party was invulnerable except for the one just now.

"Master?" Xiaohumaru, who finally woke up and found that he was still leaning on the god judge, sat up straight, "Did it add to your burden?"

"It's nothing." Stretching his stiff shoulders, the examiner heard the creaking of his joints, the blood rushing to the muscles that had been oppressed in the middle of the night, and the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants came wave after wave.

Tsurumaru was still tossing and turning not wanting to get up, and was finally pulled onto the tatami mat by Kokomaru, only realizing what was going on the moment his head touched the ground.

The judge still kept his original sitting posture, and did not stand up immediately to tidy up his appearance.

The two shocking swords looked at each other slowly, and suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity.

"Master, how about the little fox taking you back to your room?" The big fox rushed up first, "I caused you trouble last night, please let me express my heart..."

"No, I'll do it," Tsurumaru pushed Kokomaru's face aside, "I'm both a servant and a boss, this is my duty."

"Your height is too low." The big fox said hypocritically, "You didn't sleep well last night, you might as well go to rest first.

"No, no, Sankayue still needs your care," Tsurumaru returned in a more hypocritical tone, "Without you, his belt would be tied into a knot, do you want to leave him alone?"

The two looked at each other tit for tat, and neither of them wanted to miss this good opportunity to win the game.

"Hahaha, let me try it." Sanriyue, whose belt was tied into a knot, smiled and walked behind the god judge, bent over and tried to hug him, "I can also take care of others... huh?"

He failed.

Jing Mo gently blocked his hand and stood up by himself.

The numbness was only temporary, and it dissipated quickly. He just thought the bickering between the two children was very interesting, but he still couldn't bear to ask the patient to help him.

"Yukatas will be delivered to your respective rooms. We will go to the festival at dusk and rest after breakfast." The interrogator didn't get to the bottom of this dispute. In his opinion, he would always know the answer It is still necessary to wait until it appears naturally, and there is no rush.

After all, time is so short and so long.

The author has something to say: Today is also a day when no one wins the game┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

The God-inspector class is starting, what should I do if Fu Sangshen has a fever today~

This Crescent Moon is the type who pretends to have nothing to do, and pretends to have nothing to do (huh?)

His weak, confused, and frustrated side should not be known to outsiders, and the others don't matter, because he thinks that apart from his own weakness, everything else is not a weakness...

In fact he is really strong.

Very good, the next chapter will finally show the label of Zongman...after the sixty chapters...sprinkle flowers for myself~

Mi sauce is polarized!Mi-chan, I can!Move a bench and wait for the wives to carry polarized letters and lines!

Finally, I would like to thank the little angels~Gluttony Kasib and Swastika Zhanxi Ye Swastika for 2 mines!

There are also 9 bottles of Kassib and 5 bottles of Blue that the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution gluttony eat!

Moved to tears, I love you =v=