How to use the god judge[Comprehensive]

Of course, due to the "obscene power" of the blue-haired tachi, Horikawa Kunihiro could only hide his thoughts in the deepest part of his heart, blinking his blue eyes with a straight face.

Fortunately, the other party's attention was quickly attracted by the judge again.Although drunk, the essence of foodie remains the same. Mayumi Sakurai squinted his eyes halfway, tilting his head and biting the cherry blossom pancakes that were handed to his mouth.

It's just that the cheeks bulged from chewing, coupled with the feet shaking unconsciously, looked more childish than usual.

Candlestick Kiri and Horikawa Kunihiro looked over with envious eyes, wishing very much that it was themselves who were holding the God-inspector and throwing food at this moment.But obviously, the blue-haired Tachi, who was calm and composed, had no intention of giving up his position. He still slowly took the cherry blossom pancakes from the wooden basin, and didn't stop until a large basin was empty.

"It seems that your appetite is not good today." Looking at the appraiser who was already shaking his head, he helped him wipe off a little residue from his lips.The soft touch awakened the memory of being kissed, and he unconsciously deepened his smile, with tenderness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

——This is too discriminatory!In other words, this is the real first episode, the guy with the black face just now must be an illusion!

Izumi Mori Kanesada felt that the amount of complaints he had made in his entire life was almost exhausted in these two days, biting the sakura pancake that was pushed in front of him because the judge refused to eat it, he really felt that he had nothing to say and could only rely on eating To cover up the pain in my heart.

Hey, maybe this is what it feels like to live under the fence.

By the time the meal was over, the sun had set and was turning the clouds in the sky into a fiery hue.The yard was warmed by the sun, and even sitting in the house could feel the drowsy atmosphere.

The satiated god yawned several times, leaned drowsily in Taidao's arms, his head gradually tilted to one side, and soon fell asleep.

Compared to his carefree, fusangshen seemed much more restless.After all, the closer it gets to night, the more there is a problem that cannot be ignored that needs to be solved.

The 24-hour rotating duty personal attendant system is just the result of simple discussions. After the specific implementation, many details that have not been considered have exposed hidden dangers.For example, the increasing number of Fusangshen and their restlessness are uncontrollable factors.

For example, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Taro Taidao had such opportunities inadvertently. Whether it is first come, first served or fair, it is not so satisfying.

So this time, no matter what, we have to find a convincing way to make a decision——

"Let's draw lots." Yiqi Yizhen took out the bamboo tube that he didn't know when he had prepared from behind, and proposed without any psychological burden.

——Just came up with such a non-technical idea when you thought it was reliable?The lottery or something is as naive as a child.

The black-haired man waved his hand tiredly, indicating that he had no interest in it at all, "It's good for you to participate in this kind of thing, I'd better sleep with my big head in peace."

"No, except Mr. Tsurumaru and Mr. Taro, everyone has to participate." Horikawa Kunihiro was extremely persistent in this matter, and even secretly tugged on his sleeve, with a begging look on his face.

This long-lost sense of dependence swelled his vanity, so he shrugged and pretended to be helpless and said: "Well, since it is Kunihiro's request, then I will reluctantly agree."

The big deal is to give it to Kunihiro after it is drawn.He thought happily.

He didn't know that his thoughts completely coincided with the other party's.

The more participation rights, the greater the chance of winning. In the case of only five people drawing lots, the two of them almost accounted for half; but the same is true for the Awataguchi brothers; now only Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada seems to be A little bit of a loner.

A few vibrations of the sword Fu Sangshen drew out his own bamboo stick under the tense atmosphere.According to the rules, the shortest one represents the right to belong to tonight's bed (?), and whoever gets it can occupy the time of the judge for a whole night.

The Goddess of Victory seems to be particularly fond of black-haired knives, and this time he really got the shortest one.He pouted, and casually threw it to Horikawa Kunihiro who was full of anticipation, "Anyway, I'm not interested in God-inspectors, so Kunihiro can do it for me."

The black-haired Wakizawa who felt that he was hit by happiness almost wanted to rush up and hug his waist.

In the first episode, I raised my eyebrows and jumped, thinking of Wakizashi's various master (idiot) cook (man) behaviors on weekdays, and then looking at the swordsman who had no intention of attacking the god judge, I naturally chose to believe in the latter's determination.

"Since fairness is the premise, of course the result must be respected. Mr. Izumi Mori is not unreasonable." He put a big hat on it, and sure enough, he saw that the two strikes of the earthwork team were choked He took a sip of the tea on the table, and then continued slowly: "So according to the result of the lottery, Mr. Izumi Mori will be on duty tonight."

These words fell like a hammer, and the black-haired sword-wielding man looked at the God-inspector who was sent to him, feeling that he had been ruthlessly beaten by his companions, and he wanted to vomit blood.

No matter how cute he looks, he can't hide his essence, this child is a devil!Although he was very obedient just now, if there was a commotion in the middle of the night, he would not be able to beat or scold him, and he would have no power to resist at all!

He dared to guarantee that if he dared to let the judge lose a hair, let alone the other Fusangshen, even Guoguang would go berserk, okay?

Tired, really tired.

As if he was holding a piece of tofu, he carefully sent the child into the newly laid bedding.Then, in the scanning of their eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the body, they straightened their backs firmly and watched them leave one by one.

"Mr. Kan, if you have any questions, remember to call me at the first time." The black-haired Wakizai who was the last to leave told me worriedly, "Just call my name, and I will definitely show up at the first time."

—Is it possible that you are going to sleep outside on the lawn tonight?Kunihiro, it's really scary to be a chef to this extent, you have to remember that you are not set up like this at all! Wake up!

Now he didn't even have the strength to shake the other person's shoulders, so he could only nod weakly to show that he heard it.

Horikawa Kunihiro took the sheets and clothes that needed to be washed, and walked away step by step, making Da Dao feel as if he had just experienced a life-and-death farewell.

He propped his face with one hand in boredom, and sat cross-legged on the side of the God-inspector's bed, his eyes were inevitably attracted by the other's appearance at the moment.

He dared to say that he was definitely not a child control or something, but just looking at such a cute sleeping face was really pleasing to the eye.Those blood-colored eyes that would sparkle during a fight are now obediently closed, leaving only two semicircular arcs, and they look as cute as dolls displayed in a store.

He suddenly couldn't remember why he resisted the child so much.Judging from his appearance, he is obviously only six or seven years old. If he is at the age when he is loved by his parents, he can handle everything by acting like a baby.

But there was such a brother, like a nightmare, tightly wrapped around his throat.It's not that I can't breathe at all, but I can't break free. I can only be oppressed in the shadows day after day.

I don't want to live that much, and I don't dare to die easily.

I heard Guoguang said before that this child also has a strong self-healing ability, thinking that death may be the most difficult thing for him.

In a sense, their pasts are quite similar.So it's not a bad thing to stay, is it?At least he can kill the same enemy with his hands, maybe we can open a bottle of wine together to celebrate in the future?

Thinking about it this way makes me feel a little better.Even with this kid's looks, he was a little more pleasing to the eye.

He simply lay down on the ground, folded his arms behind his head, and stared in a daze in a leisurely posture.However, it may be that the past two days have been too exhausting, and the consequence of relaxation is that the whole person fell asleep directly.

Izumi Mori Kanesada has not had a dream for a long time, especially the scene of forging a knife, even more so.But right now, he feels like his body is being roasted on a fire, and there is a kind of dry heat from inside, as if the blood vessels will burst in the next second; but at the same time, it is an irresistible warmth and comfort, I just want to get a little closer, a little closer.

He unconsciously chased this feeling and rolled around, like a cat that has sucked on catnip, losing all self-control.It wasn't until he was pulled hard by someone, and a hazy call came from his ear, that he gradually woke up.

"... Kunihiro?"

There was the face of a young boy in front of him, but compared with the past, no matter how he looked at it, he was a little sad and angry, and even bitterly accused: "Mr. Kane, I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

???

The black-haired knife felt that this was a dream, so he wanted to pinch himself so that he could truly wake up.But he suddenly found that his hands seemed to be wrapped around something, which was quite soft and warm, so he lowered his head to look.

The sleeping face of the examiner was still as lovely as ever, but the rosiness was a bit too much, and even the black hair was disheveled.But the point is, why is it in his arms?They were obviously not in this position before going to bed!

"No, no, Guoguang, listen to my explanation, things are not what you see!" He was like a lover who had been caught sleeping with a friend, trying to find an excuse in a panic, but I racked my brains and didn't know how to explain it.

——The problem is that he doesn't know why he hugged it as if he wanted to kill the judge!Not sure at all!

Before the bitter love triangle (?) was staged, the fourth character came out by himself, with the background of spring and March, and his smile was brighter than the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

"I didn't see it before, Mr. Izumi Shou actually likes the God Judge so much."

The implication is that I will definitely not give you this chance after seeing it.

Because of a wrong judgment in the first period, Yizheng, who had finally calmed down before, now slipped a little closer to the abyss.

——The knives of the Hijikata group are all master (idiot) chef (Chinese) attributes. He thought that Izumi Mori Kanesada and Horikawa Kunihiro were different before. It was simply the biggest mistake in the blade.

(Izumi Mamoru · Be at a loss · Kanesada: No, I'm not, I don't have it!)

Tsurumaru Kuninaga poked his head out from the door, and once again conveyed the vicissitudes of life with the vicissitudes of life in the eyes of those who have passed through—it’s just a matter of getting used to it. The survival attribute that should be filled up in this homimura is to be calm when changing, the more panicked, the easier it is to be tossed to death .

Hey, why did you run away at that time yesterday... let Tai Dao touch the dark to help with housework, and do things?The heart is too tired to breathe.

However, he felt a little bit of comfort in his heart when he saw that he had been implicated by himself and was forced to spend a whole night playing knife skills in the kitchen, and now he was tired into a sculpture.

Not to mention competing for favor, it would be very difficult for the two of them just to survive.Why is the same Taidao, the class level is not on the same level at all?This is really food for thought.

Just when he began to think about the philosophy of blade life, a new change appeared in the stalemate in the house.The young judge who was always in the center of the storm circle finally opened his blood-colored eyes and said with a weak struggle: "Do you want to let him let me go first, and then chat while eating?"

——Do the Fu Sangshen like to communicate with each other early in the morning?Seeing that they are so energetic, why don't we hold hands together and practice together?

Mayumi Sakurai, who had finally sobered up, couldn't help but think like that while receiving the meticulous care of the fusangshen.But he quickly remembered a more important matter, so he raised his head and asked the blue-haired Taidao who was dressing him, "Where is Taro, there is something I didn't ask clearly before."

In the first phase, Yizhen's expression remained unchanged, and he replied with a smile: "Mr. Taro said that he needs to adapt to the life in Honmaru, so he went to Hata to work early today."

The young god judge could only nod ignorantly, not at all understanding the meaning of Fusangshen who was frantically using his eyes to convey the message behind the blue-haired sword.

——No, she was obviously enslaved, dominated by this terrifying Sihua Tachi!