no rain

Chapter 6

The judge sat in the leather chair behind the desk, staring at the night scene outside the window boredly.

One hand resting on the table rested his chin, and the wide sleeves of the bathrobe hung down on the table, revealing his slender white forearm.

And Jiang Xue Zuowen sat on the sofa, quietly looking at the coffee table in front of the sofa, and the tea made for him by the inquisitor who never drank tea on the table.Even though he knew that the interrogator was waiting for him to speak, he couldn't speak no matter what.

In the end, it was the impatience of the god judge who glanced at the clock on the table and broke the silence of the room: "Have you already got the answer, how to place your own mercy, and how to deal with the inevitable war. "

Jiang Xue Zuowen raised her head to look at the examiner, her mouth was suddenly parched, and her gaze involuntarily fell on her exposed forearm, then the delicate collarbone and large area of ​​delicate skin under the bathrobe.

The judge of the gods is really a cool and charming woman, even if she is hard to approach at a glance, she will be possessed, wanting to take those eyes as intoxicating as mellow wine as her own.

From the perspective of an ordinary male, you can evaluate it without hesitation.But Jiang Xue Zuowen is not an ordinary man, so he immediately lowered his head to avoid those eyes that can make people fall deeply.

He tightened the palm of the main body, as if he had experienced some fierce ideological struggle, his frowning gradually calmed down, and then he raised his eyes to look at the god judge: "If you are willing to let me stay away from the war...and promise to save the people's livelihood from fire and water ... I, Jiang Xuezuo, wish... to be used by you."

The judge widened his beautiful eyes in surprise, and asked, "Do you know the meaning of what you said?"

Jiang Xue Zuowen nodded with some difficulty.Although he understands that Suzumaru Hengji is willing to join the war, but he has always disliked fighting.Some time ago, the god judge made him realize this clearly, and just participating in the inside story and the expedition, on the contrary, was a thing that tortured him even more.

He doesn't like war, so he wants to stay away from the battlefield.Although Neifan can be regarded as supporting his comrades who rescued the people in the rear, the worried people who were paralyzed by Neifan's comfort during the expedition were doubled, making him even more aware of the hardships of the people's lives.

After that, the god judge didn't let him participate in anything, not even the insiders.He stayed alone in the room, as if he was isolated from all the killings and the world, but he couldn't do anything if he cared about the world.

When he thought that if the god judge didn't arrange anything for him in the future, then the only thing he could do was to put aside his shame to please the god judge, and indirectly help the world through the opponent's battle.

Thinking about it this way, he felt rather pathetic.

The judge frowned as if he was not satisfied with his answer, but Jiang Xuezuo, who was drooping, didn't see it.

The inquisitor got up and went straight past him to turn off the lights in the house.

In the darkness, the swordsman dressed in a monk's robe sat on the western sofa somewhat at a loss. The hazy moonlight wrapped in the rain fell into the room through the window, so blurred that only the outline of things could be seen clearly.

The judge came to Jiang Xue Zuowen, pushed away the teacup that was in the way, and sat on the wooden coffee table facing him casually. His long legs crossed in front of him, and the air between the two changed instantly. It's a little ambiguous.

Jiang Xue Zuowen seemed to have made up his mind, put the main body aside, stretched out his thin hands and took off the armor and outer robe that he had been wearing all year round, until only a thin water-colored inner garment remained.

The examiner watched him use his trembling hands to uncover the neckline of his inner jacket little by little, revealing the delicate texture that was tightly wrapped in the past.

On a rainy early spring night, the chill and damp licked his bare skin, causing him to breathe heavily unconsciously.

He raised his eyelids, aiming at the undeniable sense of oppression brought by the elegant but charming sitting posture of the examiner, and then he saw the aggressive eyes of the other party hidden in the darkness, which were not commensurate with the cold face.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, and looked at the master in front of him a little helplessly.

The judge leaned forward, stretched out a small hand that didn't match his height, covered Jiang Xue's bare neck with his left palm, and pushed to the right to remove one side of the neckline to the crook of his arm.

The woman's warm palm slid over the skin exposed to the cold air, and Jiang Xue clenched her lower lip almost invisible.And the God Judge's hand came to his chest, and his shiny fingertips drew a circle around the pink dotted on the snow-white skin, and gently pinched the nipple with two fingers and rubbed it.

The flaky fingertips scratched the sensitive chest causing bursts of itching, and the gentle movements of the mind examiner brought a terrifying strange feeling, rushing to Jiang Xue's brain that had begun to be confused like an electric current.

The judge looked at his calm and cold face in the past, but now he was biting his lower lip, trying to suppress something.The beautiful eyes trembled, and the whole room seemed to be invaded by intoxication.

In the final analysis, why it developed into the current state of affairs is nothing more than that she pushed Jiang Xuezuo's words too tightly.Force him to make a choice, force him to give up something.

And behind all this, what do you want to get?Did he give up and insist on stepping on the battlefield voluntarily, was he imprisoned in Honmaru like a captive canary away from the crowd, or was he reduced to a plaything for himself now?

No, neither.

What she hoped was that he hated him but would no longer run away from the battlefield, and bravely bear the pain of killing for the righteousness in his heart.

instead of...

The hand of the examiner who was playing with Jiang Xue's left text nipple stopped, and his entire palm covered his tight skin, following the looming lines of his abdominal muscles all the way to his waist.

Reason smashed the top mercilessly, her eyes were replaced by calmness, and when she touched a soft place under Jiang Xue's body, a drop of warm liquid dripped onto the back of her hand.

The examiner paused, and looked up, Jiang Xue's eyes were as clear as gemstones, and tears welled up.

The appraiser withdrew his hand that was wandering on his body, and turned to lovingly dragging his side face, making him look at himself.

Jiang Xue Zuowen saw self-blame and helplessness in those eyes.

"Sorry... I was too much."

The judge tidied Jiang Xue's messy clothes, leaned back and moved away from him.

"Jiang Xue, aren't you willing to let me do this to you? Do you think I will be satisfied seeing you being forced to compromise?" the judge asked him calmly.

Jiang Xue Zuowen looked at the woman in front of her in a little bewilderment.

"I don't want you to be swayed by other people's thoughts. Since you really don't want to, think about other methods."

"Please don't avoid war anymore. You don't need to like fighting, but since you want to save the common people, you should bear the crime of killing and fight."

Jiang Xue was stunned for a moment, as if sighing: "Yes... I understand..."

After that, for a period of time, the god judge seemed to suddenly lose his motivation, and no longer went out as frequently as before.

She leaned against the window in the room more often, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

She also asked Suzumaru Tsuneji to serve as a close attendant several times, and then recited scriptures for her in the room, explaining the meaning and her own views.

"Shuzhuwan, what do you think the government wants you to be born of swords and fight with the god judge?" The god judge interrupted Shuzhuwan Hengji who was reciting scriptures.

"You mean...?" Suzumaru Hengji was puzzled by the intention of the interrogator's question.

"In my opinion, there are probably two reasons why you all appear as men. One is that your former masters were all men, and the other is that there have been almost no examples of women fighting in the battlefield throughout the ages. As far as I know, it may only be my homeland. Hua Mulan, who joined the army in place of her father, is alone. The battlefield seems to be dominated by men only."

The god judge withdrew his gaze from wandering outside the window, and looked at Suzumaru Tsuneji on the sofa: "But to control Fusangshen, its master needs to be an existence with spiritual power. Most of the spiritual power exists in the bodies of ancient witches. There are also monks who are practicing. And monks obviously don't have much interest in killing, so witches who don't prohibit war and have a certain fighting ability have become the first choice of god judges."

"Your idea is very reasonable." Suzumaru Koji nodded slightly in agreement.

"In this way, a situation where one woman lives with multiple men, the trialists may not want to fight, and the government should not fail to take this into consideration."

Suzumaru Koji understood what she was puzzled about, and replied: "Spiritual power can help us heal our wounds, and it can also be our source of motivation. If a swordsman combines with a god-inspector, there must be a certain amount of spiritual power in both of them." The improvement of the two is the so-called dual cultivation. In order to make the two stronger to deal with the time retrograde army, the government may be happy to turn a blind eye to it..."

The judge took out a small mirror from his pocket, and glanced at his tired eyes.

Shuzumaru stood up from the sofa: "You seem to be very tired, and your face is also haggard. If the high-intensity expedition makes you overwhelmed, many swords in this pill should be willing to serve you to restore your spiritual power."

He saw the refusal on the face of the judge, and said: "As far as I know, simple physical contact can also slowly restore some spiritual power for you, such as holding hands, kissing, or hugging."

The judge shook his head.

Shuzhuwan Hengji smiled helplessly: "Is that so, please take care of yourself."

Later, Suzumaru Hengji also read scriptures for her several times, until one day she nodded as if half-understood, and Suzumaru Hengji never read scriptures for her again.

The god judges wandered around the Honmaru, watching the short swords chasing vigorously, and the peaceful swordsmen sitting under the eaves drinking refreshments, passing by the kitchen where Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada prepared meals for everyone, and then came to the pond in the courtyard.

The judge saw Jiang Xue Zuowen standing under the cherry tree by the pond, quietly watching the koi swimming in the pond.

The late cherry blossoms were blown off the tree by the breeze and landed in his clear water-like hair.

The judge watched silently for a long time before leaving.

She never came back after that.