How to use the god judge[Comprehensive]

Izumi Mori Kanesada once believed that a man can only bleed and die, and he must not shed a single tear!It wasn't until he finished cutting the eighth onion that he realized how naive he was in the past-spicy!Really hot eyes!Cooking is more painful than torture!

Things have come to this point, all because of the god judge and Fusangshen of the Honmaru.After helping to escort the goods back, he found an opportunity to sneak out and tried every means to attract the attention of the god judges, and he almost stood in front of them to provoke them.

But in the end, those people simply ignored him!The most frightening thing is that I didn't know where I got a deck of cards, and I sat on the tree and played a game of drawing ghost cards!

——You guys don’t have a sense of crisis too much!And Kunihiro, don’t bet on bad luck, there are so many leaves in your hair that it looks like a peacock spreading its tail!

After observing for a while, he suddenly realized what they were trying to do: they were definitely waiting until midnight to sneak into the kitchen to steal ingredients for cooking!You demons, how obsessed are you with eating!

A sense of despair swept through his body, but he knew that he couldn't give up at such a time, he had to go to the kitchen to watch over the ingredients all night.His life must never be linked to carrying rice!

So it became what it is now, he was working conscientiously in the kitchen, and when he was so hot that he burst into tears, the fusangshen on the tree were surrounding the interrogator and playing poker in full swing.

"Then Zhenhe Izumi Shou is quite capable." Tsurumaru Kuninaga drew a card casually, and then took out the same card from his few remaining cards and threw it out, not forgetting to lightly pull a wave of hatred Worth, "Ah~ It looks like I won this hand again, let's add some more interesting bets next time."

"You guy, you can't be cheating." Glancing at the top of his head that didn't even have a leaf, Candlestick carefully selected the opponent's only three remaining cards, and finally said "Do you really want to choose this one?" , I might lose." In his eyes, he insisted on drawing a card, but of course he was fooled again - he didn't have this card either, so he added another card to the already thick pile of cards in his hand.

He sighed, shook his head and said, "Never sit next to you in the future, I always feel like I've been cursed."

Following his movements, a few leaves trembled a few times, Yiqi Yizhen next to him reached out to help fix them again, and then he suggested with a smile while drawing cards: "Why don't you turn the bet into tomorrow's valet?" How about the candidate, except Mr. Tsurumaru, it seems that everyone here has not had such an opportunity."

"Then in order to ensure fairness, Mr. Tsurumaru cannot participate in the result of winning or losing." Kunihiro Horikawa successfully connected the brain circuit, and then ignored Bai Yifusangshen's expression of trying to protest, turned his head and handed the poker cards in his hand to Mayumi Sakurai reminded in a low voice: "Master, it's up to you to choose...that, I think the second one on the left is better."

The young god judge obediently drew out the matching cards in his hand, looked at the remaining four cards and the leaves with black hair Wakizawa, and thought in confusion: This game seems very simple, why? Horikawa keeps losing?

The expression on his face was so easy to understand that even Wu Hutui who was sitting beside him couldn't help laughing, and then shrank back behind him blushing as if he had done something wrong.

The time of playing around always passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened.

Shinsengumi's residence was lit with a warm light, and Hijikata Toshizo, who had held a military meeting for a day, returned to his room. It seemed that because he didn't have any appetite, someone sent him dinner.

The work in the kitchen has obviously entered the final stage, and the prepared meals have been delivered to the table in an orderly manner, leaving only the slightly messy cooking table to be cleaned.Naturally, the exhausted black-haired Da Dao couldn't leave, so he took the initiative to take over the work again. Amid all the patting and slapping of the brothers, his heart became tired and sluggish.

Looking back now, wouldn't it be fine for him to just hide here and keep watch at night? Why did he spend so long washing and brushing like a housewife!Now not only is there no image at all, but the hand is shaking so much that you can hardly pull out the knife, so how can you fight at night? !

He went crazy for a while, then wandered into the granary again, counting back and forth several times like a stingy landlord counting his surplus grain.After confirming that there was no shortage, he took out the things carefully hidden in his clothes and put them on the ground, setting the value to cover the kitchen area.

This is the improved product of that organization. It no longer needs ancient objects as a medium, but is made of a new type of radioactive material.It is much more convenient than the previous version, but the disadvantage is that the coverage area is not large, and the user needs to be used as an array eye to maintain operation.

In short, once it is opened, Izumi Mori Kanesada will not be able to leave here.But he was confident that those people would definitely come here on the eve of midnight, whether it was for food or as an enemy.

Although one-on-five (he completely ignores the seemingly weak judge) is completely at a disadvantage, but his purpose is not to win, or to live alone, but in exchange for the survival of Mr. Hijikata and the Shinsengumi Came here.If it wasn't for the support of that kind of belief, he might have fallen in the dark long ago.

After all, in the place where he was awakened, there were not a few Daojian Fusangshen who had lost their sanity, and the number was increasing all the time.In the beginning, he had a sense of justice and wanted to lead everyone to escape, but in the end he was betrayed by his companions who had no fighting spirit, and then he was locked in a small black room for repeated education.

The nobility of a samurai lies in the fearlessness of his own death and the courage to pursue the true path in his heart, so he is not afraid of death at all, but after he finds that he can't do anything, even broken knives, he gradually becomes depressed.

What that man said became the only belief he could pursue—the government of time obviously had a lot of opportunities to save countless heroes, but under the guise of maintaining history, they allowed them to be annihilated time and time again.If changing history can lead to a better world, why maintain a stale trajectory?

So he couldn't help thinking that if Mr. Hijikata survived, he would definitely be able to change the tragedies that happened afterwards.Because there is such power in that man, it is the last incarnation of the Bushido spirit, it is what he admires and yearns for the most, and it is the reason why he can finally die calmly.

Fighting for beliefs and dying in battle, just the imagination is enough to make people's blood boil.

He tightened his grip on the main body, found a random place and sat cross-legged, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

When it was getting dark and the members of the Shinsengumi returned to the room one after another, several shadows rushed into the kitchen very quickly.Seeing the mess all over the house, they didn't pay attention, but went straight to the granary.But when he pushed the door open, he couldn't help being stunned when he saw the black hair in the room hitting the knife.

Whether it is in terms of momentum or sitting posture, it is very bossy, but can you not sit on the flour bag? It looks really stupid!

"You guys are here at last." Thinking that the other party was frightened by him, Izumi Mori jumped down neatly, posing in the posture of drawing his sword, with a bit of murderous aura overflowing from his smile, "Okay, then let us Let's do it big."

However, he soon noticed that his opponent was looking past him and looking behind him.Although thinking that it might be a way to divert his attention, he still couldn't help taking a look, and then found that there was still a deep... butt mark on the flour bag that had just been sat on.

——! ! !Could it be that there are traces of flour on the back of his butt? !No, even if this is the case, you have to pretend that you don't know anything, try not to turn around, and fight with a positive attitude.Yes, he should have been such a handsome man!

"Mr. Jian, why don't we talk about it first." Before the interrogator could make a move, the black-haired coercion took a step forward and said first: "If you have been coerced, or if you have any difficulties , as long as you say it, there is still room for things to change!"

"Kunohiro, don't be naive, he's the only target I have." Izumi Mori's eyes fell on the young god examiner, and it was the first time that he met those blood-red eyes.

From a distance, the child looked like a domestic cat, small and soft; but until this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. If he insisted on describing it, he was probably like a prey being targeted by a hunter. Involuntarily wanting to stand up the hair of the whole body.

It must be... an illusion, right?

He tried hard to drive that feeling out of his mind, continued to put on a fierce look, and said loudly: "The path we pursue is different. You fight for your master, and I fight for my faith." Fighting, it's nothing to talk about. So draw your sword and let's have a good fight!"

As if he was afraid that the other party would continue to hesitate, he directly pulled out his knife and slashed in the direction of the young god judge.He thought he would be blocked first by Horikawa Kunihiro and Yiqi Yizhen who were the closest, but he didn't expect that the God Judge's movements were faster, and he drew his sword and swung it down almost instantly!

Just relying on the sharp wind brought by when he swung the knife, his body was forced back half a step.What was even more frightening was that there was a cut in the shoulder, and blood was pouring out from the torn clothes.

"Tsk, how dare you underestimate me..." He moved his shoulders indifferently, and when he found that it didn't affect his action, he immediately swung his knife again with great interest, "Then it depends on how you resist this blow!"

He thought he was moving very fast, but for some reason, it was as if the pause button was pressed. He could only watch helplessly as the young god judge approached, and he took his blade forcibly with an attacking force. Like a kinetic shell, it quickly cornered him.

With the advantage of his height, he can see the opponent's expression in full view.Now the child raised his head, his blood-colored eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and he even showed a smile that didn't match his appearance at all, and said, "I didn't underestimate you. On the contrary, I'm quite happy. With A person who fights with the heart of mortalism is indeed shining with his soul."

The black-haired knife suddenly felt hairy all over again.He finally realized that the previous feeling was not an illusion, this child exudes a fighting madness from head to toe!

Is he outdated? When did the god judges become so cruel these days?Then what else do you need for the protection of Fusangshen, just ride and fight by yourself!

He felt his worldview was crumbling.

"In short, no matter what your reason is, just fight with me first." The young god judge unconsciously continued to attack the world view of fighting with a knife to pay the mourning god, and added with some distress: "If you are not hungry It’s even better if you have a stomach, why don’t we continue after eating? I heard from Horikawa that your knife skills are pretty good, and it would be great if you can start with the candlestick.”

Izumi Mori Kanesada looked at his former friend with an indescribable expression, but got an encouraging look, and obviously revealed the pride of "Mr. Kanesada, don't thank me too much, this is what I should do!" He just wanted to cover his face.

——Where did I cook for the first time today that made you feel that the knife skills are good?Is it because of chopping onions!Using such unreliable things to gain favorability, Kunihiro is really abnormal... In other words, we are still in a state of hostility. Is it really okay for you to be so unguarded!What the hell is going on with this Honmaru person!

Just when he was about to say something to save his world view, the blood flowing down his arm finally fell to the ground, and then made a soft "beep", as if dripping on a hot iron plate .

Immediately afterwards, the entire room shook violently. At the same time, the entrance to the kitchen shrank at an extremely fast speed, as if the mouth of a bag was suddenly tightened, and even the walls twisted accordingly.