The inquisitor just wants to save his best friend

"I don't do things that violate the law and discipline." Fu Heihui said first.

The mind of the examiner, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, was a little broken by his words. The curtain of spiritual power hanging in the room turned into a ball and smashed at Fu Heihui, and pierced through Fu Heihui's face without accident. In the past, but the goal was achieved, Fu Heihui closed his eyes in panic and fell back, the cyan chain rose from behind him and surrounded him so that he would not really fall to the ground.

"It seems to me that I will let you do something that violates the law or discipline? Or, something that violates the law and discipline can be done by you who are worth 30 billion yuan." The judge said mockingly.

Fu Heihui thought for a while, what he said made sense, so he stopped talking. He broke off the chains wrapped around his waist, and the chains obediently left and sank back into the ground.

"Don't worry, neither of these two things will be a bad thing for you." The judge leaned against the window, and he looked up at the sky, his vision was pitch black, with no light at all.

30 billion is not an easy task for him, but it doesn't matter, the judge thinks that the money is well worth the money.

During this conversation, the god judge and Fu Heihui had a tacit understanding and no one told them, but after the conversation, Fu Heihui's desire to find his own bastard father became a little more urgent, 10 billion, but he sold his son for a good deal Price.

There is no way, and he can't find it everywhere. He even asked about the mysterious neighbor in his spare time.

The judge listened to his question and was silent for a while. He remembered that Yizhen had said in the first issue that Fu Heisher had died at the hands of Wujo Wu.

"I don't know." He teased the little tiger in the corridor with lowered eyes, and said lightly.

Fu Heihui didn't quite believe it, and his suspicious eyes shifted from the God-inspector to Sanriyue behind him.

Sanriyue was thinking hard about the next move of the chess piece. Facing Fu Heihui's gaze, he smiled, "Does Mr. Hui know how to go next? It feels like my lord has blocked all the routes I can take."

Hearing this, Fu Heihui moved over, carefully observing the pattern on the chessboard, and his thoughts were suddenly diverted by San Riyue.

Seeing this, the god judge still looked impeccable, but the hand that teased the little tiger became lighter.

"Here." Fu Heihui pointed to an empty space on the chessboard.

Sanriyue took a look and found that the position pointed out by Fu Heihui happened to be his lifeblood. He placed the chess piece there, clapped his palms to Fu Heihui and boasted, "You are really amazing, Mr. Hui."

"Hui Jun's progress in chess is astonishing, and the master's teaching is really great." In one sentence, he praised two people.

The appraiser was not impressed by Sankayue's praise. Given Sankayue's level of chess playing, any short knife in Honmaru could make him say this.

Fu Heihui tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise. Except for Jin Meiji, no one had ever boasted about his achievements in learning. He was indifferent to this on the face, but his red ears and bright eyes betrayed him. .

Candlesticks and Tsumiji came over with refreshments. Ever since Fu Heihui agreed to the God-inspector's deal and was willing to come here often, Tsumiki sometimes came with him.

Comparing Fu Heihui's behavior of rejecting this place at the beginning to becoming a regular visitor here, Tsumiji didn't understand it at first, but after she came here a few times, she vaguely understood that Hui would like this place The reason is that here is really, too comfortable, and the feeling of home is also very strong.

For them who are still children, this kind of atmosphere can make people sink unconsciously.

"My lord, Lord Fuhei, come over and have some refreshments." Candlestick cut put the contents of the tray on the table in the back room.

Tsumiki also followed the movement of the candlestick and put it down.

After the god judge finished playing, he got up first and went back to the back room. Fu Heihui looked at the situation where the victory or defeat was determined, and seriously pushed the whole chess game to see which move he made was wrong.

San Riyue comforted: "My lord's chess-playing skills can only be rivaled by Song Xiandian. Hui Jun has just learned it not long ago, so don't be discouraged."

"Hui, come over and have something to eat. Try my new dim sum." Tsumiki in the back room was also calling Fuhei Hui.

Only then did Fu Heihui put down the chess pieces, and followed San Riyue to the back room.

Candlestick cut carefully looked at Fu Heihui, thoughtfully, "Have Mr. Fu Hei's hair grown a little recently?"

As soon as Jin Meiji was told by him, she looked at Fu Hei Hui, Fu Hei Hui lowered her head and ate her snacks without saying a word, "As Candlestick Kiritou said, it's time for Hui to cut her hair recently."

"If you can, why not let me try." Candlestick Che, who was standing aside, showed a reliable smile.

Of course, Tsumiji has no objection. She was already impressed by the skill of Candlestick Cutting when she was in the kitchen. Let alone cutting her hair, she feels that there is nothing that can be difficult for Candlestick Cutting. It’s just that this is Fu Heihui’s business. , it must be decided by Fu Heihui.

"Hui thinks that the craftsmanship of candlestick kiriden is really good, and it will definitely make Hui very cute." Tsumiki said.

Fu Heihui slowly approached the interrogator, drank his drink intently and pretended not to hear what they were discussing, he felt that his hair was not long.

The god judge who was also drinking a drink noticed Fu Heihui's movements, he put his hand on Fu Heihui's head and rubbed it, nodded after the detection, "It's long, go out and cut Feiqian, cut it at home .”

Fu Heihui bit the straw and stared at the judge with wide eyes. He never expected that the judge would say this, which was not the case when he boasted that it would cost 30 billion.

"You spend too much money. If you don't manage the house diligently, you won't be able to support it." Said the only person in the community who lived in a Japanese-style house consisting of two large houses.

The lord said so, Candlestick Cutting went to Phase I Yizheng room and took out the tools he used to cut hair for the short knives, Fu Heihui was pushed down on the lawn reluctantly, eager to try Candlestick Cutting, Fu Hei Hui obviously felt unreliable.

"Just cut it short. If you don't know how to cut the layering, then I can accept the flat one, but please don't make too much of it." He said to the candlestick seriously.

The examiner and Sanriyue each held a drink in their palms and sat on the porch waiting for the result.

Tsumiji provided technical guidance next to Fu Heihui, and Fu Heihui saw that she was rarely happy, so she didn't speak.

Candlestick cut with scissors in one hand and comb in the other, he put the apron on Fu Heihui's body, looking very professional, "Okay, Mr. Fu Hei, please don't worry, just close your eyes now, so as not to let the broken hair fall into the eyes. "

Fu Heihui took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was the sound of scissors clicking in his ears, accompanied by the occasional voice of Tsumiji's guidance, but the voice of Tsumiki became lower and lower as he got to the end.

Fu Heihui was a little uneasy.

After a while, the sound of candlestick cutting sounded.

"Okay, Huijun, open your eyes and take a look." Candlestick cut put down the tools in his hand, looked at the work in front of him and felt very satisfied, he held up the mirror and said.

Fu Heihui slowly opened his eyes, seeing his own appearance in the mirror, he fell silent.

Not far away, San Riyue suppressed a smile, and explained the situation to the judge who didn't know the situation, "Candlestick cut the palace, and cut Hui Jun's Qingjiang Palace haircut, parted and covered one of his eyes," San Riyue said. He couldn't help laughing out loud, which aroused Fu Heihui's glaring eyes. He touched his chin and said: "Actually, Mr. Hui can control this hairstyle very well."

Fu Heihui tore off the cloth, jumped off the chair and wanted to get the scissors from the box, but the chains of the God Judge quickly rolled up the box and sank to the ground.

The judge blinked, with a smile in his tone, "Come here, let me see what hairstyle it is."

Candlestick doesn't think this hairstyle is bad. He held up the mirror and wanted Fu Heihui to see all the works he cut out with sincerity. At this age, Tsumiki knew exactly what it feels like when a perfect idol is shattered .

Fu Heihui accidentally took another look at himself in the mirror, and directly raised his hand to block it. His right eye was completely covered. He was not used to it, so he could only lift up his hair and walk towards the God Judge.

He let down his hair again in front of the god judge, and the spiritual power of the god judge poured down on his head. Through the infiltration of the spiritual power when it touched the human body, he had already constructed Fu Heihui's entire body in his mind without touching it with his hands. including hairstyles.

The remaining spiritual power was not wasted, and entered the bodies of the little tigers who accompanied the judge, and the little tigers straightened their waists comfortably.

"The hairstyle of the little boy is really not very energetic." He used his spiritual power to slightly trim the hair in front of Heihui's forehead, and fully exposed the eyes while trying not to damage Candlestick Cut's proud work.

Only then did Fu Heihui feel better, and Candlestick Kiri walked over with Tsumiji with a mirror in his hand.

He looked at the modified status of the God Judge, and nodded in agreement, "Your Excellency is right, it's because I didn't think about it properly."

Fu Heihui took the candlestick and cut the mirror in his hand, and was also very satisfied with the current hairstyle.

San Riyue was a little regretful, "It's a pity that the Qingjiang Palace is not here, or else I should have come to see it just now."

Smiling Qingjiang went out to the Chanyuan House to solve Fu Heihui's matter with Yizheng in the first phase. He went out once for a long time, and the God Judge asked the daggers to follow. Let them accompany the first period, and bring enough guards.

With this kind of formation, even if the members of the Zen Academy come out in full force, they may not necessarily be able to suffer.

The only worry is that the interrogators looked at the sky, whether they would be caught because of such a trivial matter.

Probably not. During this time, he quietly emptied half of the mantra in the sky, and filled it up with his spiritual power. The two were mixed together, and the world consciousness slowly accepted the existence of his spiritual power. In this case, Fu Sangshen and his party with his spiritual power will be regarded as the aborigines of the world by default. No matter what they do, they will not wake up the world consciousness because of an external force, and thus be arrested by the police.