God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Master! Don't indulge him like this, even taking away your personal belongings without authorization. This is an act of treason!"

Jing Mo led the young crane and walked in front, while Hasebe spoke indignantly behind.

"In this way, the responsibility for his injury is still on me."

The judge sighed.

"...this matter is my fault, Lord, please let me explain."

Hasebe suddenly became dejected, and after returning to Honmaru, he did grab the tortoise shell and go to the dojo tegai, but he used a wooden knife, and he just stopped the opponent until he was exhausted.

Speaking of which, this guy has a lot of potential, and he doesn't just look like he's holding back the master. As a newcomer who just showed up, he's working very hard.

Hasebe, who felt a lot more comfortable after venting his anger, was finally able to look at the other party with a fairer attitude. In fact, he also knew that if Jing Mo didn't want to, the tortoise shell would be impossible to get anyway.

... Doesn't this just mean that the Lord let him go?Even more exasperating.

In short, seeing the other party lying on the wooden floor in some embarrassment, Hasebe still extended a hand of friendship: "I will take you back to the room."

"Huh...huh...I can do it myself," Tortoiseshell reluctantly tightened the skirt, but failed because of fatigue and soreness a few times, the other party was really merciless in the clasping of hands, "Take a little rest and good."

"……I come."

Da Dao silently reached out to pick up the tortoise shell, ignored the opponent's weak resistance after his physical strength was exhausted, and strode towards the door.

Zongsan, who looked bored but did not leave, also followed slowly: "Have you learned to be considerate by following him, Hasebe?"

"What nonsense," Da Dao replied, pursing his lips, "I am the captain, of course I have the obligation to take good care of the team members, otherwise I will have no face to see the Lord."

Zong San clapped his hands symbolically to show his respect for the captain.

"In short, I will put you directly in the hot spring, and after a little repair, come to me to reorganize the information and see if there are any omissions..."

Hasebe found that the range of struggle on the shoulders became larger

"Stay still... Hey! Can't you hear me?"

"Just let me go back to my room," Turtle Shell explained while struggling, "I have to go back and change my clothes first."

"Just let the shikigami get it for you." Hasebe said impatiently, but the expected effect was not achieved. The opponent's struggle became even bigger, and it was difficult to maintain balance. "I said it was dangerous!"

The tortoise shell finally fell to the floor with a "boom" as he wished, and then rolled all the way to the outside of the corridor. A little gold drew a parabola in the air as he fell.

"Ah...!" The dizzy tortoise shell hastily stretched out its hand, "Master's...!"

Hearing the key word "Master", Hasebe subconsciously jumped into a dive, and with the crisp sound of "click", he almost connected the golden light to his outstretched palm.

Click?

Hasebe turned around questioningly, and saw Zongsan turning his face away and pointing at his feet.

The dying tortoise shell symbolically twitched its right hand, which was being stepped on as a force point, and the sound of bones breaking came from there.

Hasebe immediately raised his feet, squatting down guiltily to help him up: "I'm sorry, I'll take you to find the owner right away. I didn't have time to think about it when I heard it belonged to him..."

He stretched out his hand in front of the tortoise shell, wanting to give it back to him, but in his hand was not the ring he had seen before, but an earring.

...I probably saw Jing Mo wearing it not long ago.

——So it’s not just one piece!

"Ah... Thank you Hasebe-kun, I have worked so hard to get these things..." Tortoiseshell smelled something bad on that cloudy face, and quickly put away the things with its intact left hand.

Putting in a lot of effort is about equal to being ignorant of the god judge, about equal to... stealing!Still personal items!

"...Repeat it again and again, it's very good...Let's die!"

The ensuing commotion was stopped by the attendant who heard the news, although after hearing the cause of the incident, he was inevitably shown "pervert*2" and "it's his own fault" in his eyes, but he still dutifully sent him into the room , Ask Hasebe to notify the god judge to come and get it.

"I know that the earrings were taken away, and you also know that I have a lot of these things," Jingmo patted Hasebe on the shoulder, "It can't be called stealing, just like you came to my room to find something to eat, I didn't won't care."

Jing Mo smiled and looked at Bai Tuanzi beside him, while You He innocently opened his eyes and looked around, pretending not to know who he was talking about.

"I've never done such a disrespectful thing..." Hasebe muttered, "I think it's two different things, the food is taken and eaten, who knows what that guy is going to do with your personal belongings .”

"...Well, indeed, what can you do with these?"

"What are you going to do with these things?"

Yamabuakiri put the tortoise shell on the bed, and finally couldn't help asking.

It's strange to get something for decoration but not wear it yourself.

"Ah, it's just this pendant, there's nothing more," the tortoise shell didn't seem to feel much pain, and still answered the question in a cheerful tone. "It was useful at first, but it's meaningless after yesterday."

"...what's the use?"

"Of course... I intend to wear it," Da Dao smiled quietly, with an indescribable meaning on the corners of his eyes and brows, "This is different from ordinary jewelry. Is it known what it is?"

"Don't be like this...forget it," Da Dao, who found that the more he refuted, the more his nickname spread, said in frustration, "I don't think there is any difference."

"Rings, necklaces, hair crowns... Among them, only earrings need to pierce the skin to wear them." Turtle Armor twisted his earlobe, "At that time, I was attracted and resisted, so I wanted to use this kind of thing to feel it. , give him something that hurts..."

"...Why do you always say such inexplicable things?" The servant's face turned cold, "It's because you always do this, so he is very worried about you. If you really like him, stop doing such strange behaviors. Be quiet and don't trouble him."

"Huh? Hehe..." Turtle Shell looked at him with interest, "I feel the same kind of breath from you."

"Same, same kind?"

"The same kind of breath that wants to be loved."

"...What! That's not it," I didn't expect to hear this kind of words, and I reacted fiercely with the knife, "I just, I just serve as a close, close servant!"

Then Da Dao saw himself flushed in the eyes of the tortoise shell, he hurriedly raised the cloak to cover his face, and the torn edge of the white cloth came into view, instantly cooling his head that was so hot that it was about to explode.

"With a knockoff like mine, there's nothing to look forward to at all."

That's right, that's it, don't look disappointed after expecting me, my identity as a fake is destined to be irreversible.

"...Been?" Guijia asked suspiciously, not understanding why the other party suddenly became gloomy.

"You wait for him here, I'm going to do other work."

The valet put down his cloak, turned his head, left and went into the room. After meeting the God Judge and his party in the corridor, he just nodded and left in a hurry.

The judge looked at his back thoughtfully.

"Still working on this?"

Ge Xian, who seldom appeared at the God Interrogator's place, looked at the record on the table and asked.

"If you are here, you still have to be fully prepared," Jing Mo raised the corners of his mouth, "Why are you? You are usually sent to be called."

"I can come whenever I want to see you. He is the type who won't move unless he pushes." Ge Xian admired the words on the table, "If I don't help him, I guess he will never take the initiative to approach you."

"Is that why I always keep him by my side?"

"That kind of personality makes people anxious, and it happens to be during the period of close servants." Song Xian cast a glance at the god judge, "As for me, no matter what my identity is, it is impossible for my lord to reject me?"

"Of course," Jing Mo laughed, "There is no reason to do this."

Song Xian nodded in satisfaction, and returned to the original topic: "You said you have something to do tonight, so you want me to come, what can he do?"

"How about going to him?"

The judge pondered for a while, put away the records on the table, and took out a small jug and three ear cups with dragon patterns from the cabinet: "The autumn night is getting colder, how about some new wine."

"Oh, it's raining at night, it's Fengya's trip." Looking at the sudden drizzle outside, Song Xian nodded in agreement with the proposal.

I don't know when it started to rain outside.

Yamabuchi sat in the middle of the room with the knife in his arms, without the lights on, listening to the rustling of the drizzle on the leaves outside.

Although it was raining, the moonlight was bright.

Da Dao raised his head and looked at the bright moon without a trace of shadow outside. He should have created such a special weather, ah, sure enough, with Ge Xian around him, there will be many elegant things to do, and he can do nothing.

A little frustrated, Da Dao wrapped himself tightly with a white cloth.

Tomorrow I will resume my duties, so tonight I will be depressed for a while.

He sighed deeply, although he told Ge Xian that he had something to do, but he really had nothing to do when he returned to the house. Ever since he appeared, there were always such and such things to distract his attention, so there were very few opportunities to be alone in a daze.

Yamaba... In fact, I have no impression at all. It is probably because he inherited the anecdote when he was an imitation of Yamaba Kiri Nagayoshi, but those people are always talking about "imitation" and "imitation" and showing disappointed eyes. The appearance is really unpleasant.

Am I not sharp enough to be called Kunihiro's No. [-] masterpiece?Or does it mean that Yamabashi must be beheaded to be considered a famous sword?

What do human beings expect from me...

Da Dao sighed again, curled up his body as if to expel all the air in his body, and then fell to the side, nestling on the tatami like a ball.

He is different from the previous master... Although I know this, I am still very worried. Will he show disappointing eyes to me one day in the future?

In this posture, he rolled to the door and continued to think, letting the despondent thoughts overwhelm him.

Yamabukiri Nagayoshi... accidentally saw the news that he had appeared on the terminal. After the real "Yamabugiri" came to Honmaru, once you compare it, you will find the difference between the original and the imitation...

He rolled back the other way.

...What should I do in that case?

"Backed?" Ge Xian's voice sounded outside the door.

...do not want to move, do not want to speak.

However, if Ge Xian is speaking, could it be that Jing Mo is looking for me?Always keep imitations by your side to show off.

Yamabachi thought about it motionlessly, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he liked the feeling of being needed, and sometimes he was very happy to do small things for the judge.

Even if it's really a very small matter, it's fine to help him make a cup of tea or read official documents.

——The breath of the same kind who wants to be loved.

Guijia's words suddenly reappeared in his mind, Da Dao's face turned red again, and he quickly pressed his forehead against the tatami to cool down.

Hu, nonsense!It is a matter of course as a sword to carry out the master's order!

"Hmm... aren't you in the room?" Ge Xian asked doubtfully, "Is there really something wrong?"

"No, it's inside." The examiner felt a little breath, stepped forward and knocked on the door frame twice, "It's me, I came in?"

Then he opened the door and met the eyes of the red-faced valet who still had tatami marks on his forehead.

"……How did you come!"

Yamabachi quickly got up from the cocoon state and sat up straight, lowering his head and asking a little fiercely.

"Come to see you for a drink." Jing Mo thoughtfully pretended not to see his face, "Why don't you turn on the light when it's so dark?"

"Ah...the moonlight is very bright," replied Yamabuchiri who was relieved, pulling the white cloth in front of his face uncomfortably, "Don't you have anything else to do?"

"I think the moonlight is just right, so there's no need to turn on the lights," the singer who entered the door hurriedly said, "at such an elegant time, just drinking for fun, maybe you can write a good song."

The judge smiled and poured half of the three wine glasses: "It's a little cold, how about this wine, the alcohol is not high, so I won't get drunk."

Shanba is too strong to drink - he knows this.

So the three of them sat around on the tatami, tasting wine quietly under the moonlight.

The taste of the wine was very soft, not as spicy as what Jiro and the others drank, and Yamabukiri finished his share easily, not knowing what to say, he picked up the jug and poured himself another glass.

"The tortoise shell's hand is already healed," the interrogator picked up a topic, "Hasebe is still not happy—don't let the two of them be on the same team for now."

"I think it's rare for Hasebe to get it right," Ge Xian snorted, "If you take things indiscriminately, you have to have the consciousness of having your arms cut off."

"He just reached out and took the earrings I put in the bathroom," Jing Mo said jokingly, "He kept staring at me before taking them, I can still afford this little thing."

"He may use it for strange purposes," Yamabuchi felt that he had to remind the unsuspecting examiner, "Don't take it lightly."

"What's the purpose?" Song Xian asked casually.

"Uh...uh, it's just..." Yamabuchi hesitated and couldn't explain why.

He will probably use something that penetrates your body to penetrate himself, in order to feel similar pain-this kind of words will feel very perverted, and you can't say it anyway!

However, the two people on the opposite side looked at him curiously.

"It's nothing. In short, you can't give him earrings anymore." Da Dao turned his head away, "Necklaces and rings are fine, but this is not acceptable."

"...Then listen to the quilt." Jing Mo smiled and clinked the glass with him, his tone was soft, like the tone he usually used to coax You He, "Unless he tells me what it is for, is that okay?"

The smile is also beautiful in the moonlight.

...Is my head steaming...

Feeling that his head became as hot as a boiling kettle, Da Dao flustered his neck and drank the whole glass of wine.

"Are you on the verge of drinking?" Song Xian also took a sip after paying tribute to the judge, "It's because the degree is not high, so don't waste everything."

"You can drink it if you want," the judge said nonchalantly, "The day when Tsurumaru recovers his memory will not be too far away, and I won't be able to drink like this with you for a while."

"It's fine if you don't drink," Ge Xian said enthusiastically. "I'm looking forward to it. If we become smaller before our servants expire, why don't we change them?"

"In the next round, it will almost be Higakiri and Taro Tachi." Jing Mo thought for a moment, "You can also go together...because I may be unexpectedly difficult to deal with."

The author has something to say: hold the quilt tight!

Hasebe has no regrets at all about the hand-to-hand combination. Judging from this, the tortoise shell will probably grow rapidly in the intro...

let be used to describe the idea of ​​tortoise shell... i'm really a bit too much ww

Thanks to the little angel's sweetheart for throwing thunder and watering the nutrient solution!

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