[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

"I'm going to sit in meditation for a long time today. If you feel bored, Kunihiro, you don't have to accompany me." This is the last sentence that the God-inspector said to Yamabuchi after sitting on the worship mat today. After a silent response she fell silent.

The inquisitor entered the sedation state very quickly, and soon after he caught her calm and long breathing, he knew that the external stimuli could not be conveyed to her.He gathered the white cloth around his body, touched the words embroidered on the corners of it, and then quietly stood beside the judge.

After Yomo sat for half the time and disappeared, Yamabugiri heard the voice of California.

"My lord—" California, who was wearing an internal uniform, ran over with something in his hand, and Yamato Mori followed behind him. "Huh? What's wrong, my lord?"

"My lord is doing zazen." Yamato Mori, who knew a little more than California, explained to him. "The protagonist in this state does not respond to the outside world. Qingguang, California, you should give up today."

After hearing Yamato Mamoru's explanation, California suddenly drooped his face, and his raised phoenix eyes were also full of disappointment. "Why is it like this... I still want the lord to love me well today..."

Yamabachi silently turned his eyes to California.

"...don't say such strange things, okay, California Kiyomitsu." Yamato Shoubai gave him a look. "Isn't it just asking the lord to help you paint your nails?"

"Letting the lord help me stay cute is love to me." California puffed up and fiddled with the nail polish in his hand, and slumped back at Yamato Shou, rolling his eyes on the judge who was sitting upright . "……ah!"

His sudden exclamation startled the other two Fu Sangshen, and before they had time to ask him what happened, he suddenly ran out of here, looking like he was going to his own room.

Soon, California ran back again, still holding the nail polish in his hand, but it was no longer a bright red, but a plain bluish white that was quite different from his own vision.

"What are you going to do?" Yamabuchi asked when he saw California holding the nail polish carefully in front of the examiner's hand.

"Help me put some nail polish on my lord, she didn't say no to it, did she?" California smiled like a sneaky cat, showing its sharp canine teeth.

The god judge did not explicitly prohibit it, and generally what was not explicitly prohibited was what she acquiesced, and in fact the things the god judge prohibited could be counted on one hand.

Yamabuchi was forced to be persuaded, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

California glanced at him, then looked down at the brush dipped in nail polish he was holding, pursed his mouth, and stuffed the small brush into Yamabukiri's hand. "You can paint one first, but you can only paint one!"

Yamabugiri originally wanted to refuse reflexively, but suddenly remembered something, and actually accepted the brush handed over by California.

Looking around on the light pink fingers of the god judge, Yamabuchi selected the ring finger of the god judge's right hand, brought his face close to her hand, and carefully began to apply a simple and elegant nail polish on the surface.I don't know where I got the nail polish in California. It smells faintly fragrant, not pungent.

Hearing the long and dense breathing of the God-inspector and his still-moving body, Yamabuchi was inexplicably a little excited as if he had done something bad but hadn't been discovered.

"Hey, Yamato Mori Anding, would you like to paint it for me?" California stared at the nails of the judge who were being painted, and casually asked Yamato Mori.

"Okay." Yamato Mori agreed without hesitation, and his confident appearance made California a little uneasy.

"Can you really paint?"

"Is there any difficulty in this?"

"Nonsense! There must be a trick to this. If you mess up the master's hands, you will be finished."

"I'm not that stupid. If I say something like that again, I'll kill you, little cat."

While the two of them were arguing, Yamabuchi kept painting intently. It was his first time doing this, and his eyes were incredibly focused, so even though he was a novice, he didn't let the nail polish splash on the surface of the judge's nails at all. other places.

"My lord's hands are so beautiful..." California stepped back to observe from a little distance after putting on the nail polish, and then expressed such emotion.

The appraiser once agreed to help him paint his nails. It seemed that it was the first time she had come into contact with this matter at that time. It was rare for her to lose her usual calmness and become cautious in her movements.It made him feel in a trance that he was truly cherished by her.

"But it's a bit too thin, my lord." Yamato Mamoru tentatively touched the examiner's hand. The raised joints and a thin layer of flesh all showed his owner's thinness.

"After all, the lord has always been a vegetarian." California added. "She is really persistent when it comes to food." Anyone who violates her food guidelines will be rejected, and she won't get angry. She just quietly pushes the food aside and handles everything as usual.

"Eating the wrong food and not eating have the same results for me, so don't worry about it."

She, had said so, but they still didn't know what it meant.

Tsurumaru walked over from a distance, and when he found the judge, he paused, and then turned to this side. For some reason, he covered his mouth with one hand, and seemed uncomfortable.

"Yo!" After approaching, he raised his other hand and greeted with a smile, then put down the other hand, a huge bloody mouth suddenly approached Yamabugiri and the judge, Yamabuakiri reflexively Putting his hand to his waist, he realized that he was wearing an inner suit, and he didn't carry the body knife with him.Of course, the God-inspector who has entered the meditation mode will not have any reaction-although she usually does not respond to Tsurumaru's pranks.

"Oh—so that's the case." After listening to Yamababa's brief introduction of the current situation, Tsurumaru nodded, and was not disappointed in the failure of his prank. Anyway, he has been frustrated many times, and this time is not bad.

"If you don't get scared, your heart will die." After another prank failed, Tsurumaru sat on the porch and talked with the god judge, who even handed him the hot tea in his hand, knowing that the god judge was in In front of them, Tsurumaru, who would not do such behaviors to show his face, was not polite, took the tea, and took a small sip.

"Will the heart die...?" the judge chewed on these words, and then asked Tsurumaru. "Then what do you think of my heart now?"

This is not an easy question to answer. The judge is almost never frightened, and she will not deliberately frighten anyone. Her heart is like a bottomless well, so deep that no matter how hard she tries to throw a stone into it It is difficult to hear the echo, but it is indeed a /living well.

"I can't say that, it's not good if it makes you angry." He evaded this question paradoxically.

The judge said calmly and gently—"Don't worry, I won't be angry with you."

It should be a happy word, but Tsurumaru heard a strange meaning, and suddenly felt a sad nostalgia.But the judges didn't speak anymore, and he didn't want to face the question directly, so they kept silent.

Thinking back to the present, Tsurumaru felt the wind brushing against his cheeks, and suddenly thought of something, he took off the white and luxurious feathers, and then put them on the body of the God Judge who was wearing a thin black long skirt. "After all, it's a human being, so it's not good if you catch a cold." Tsurumaru said so, and ran away with a smile. He was heading towards the tekai room. of.

Tsurumaru's attitude towards the god judge is very complicated, it is impossible to say that he hates it, but he is hiding something - Yamabukiri doesn't care much about this, he helps the god judge to tie up the haori, and is quiet Quietly stood by her side.

"My lord—" Luan Ran, holding a bunch of flowers of different colors, ran over with red cheeks. I don't know if he did it on purpose, but Yamabuchi found that the hair tie tied with his long hair was a little looser than usual, Hence his hair is more messy.

Ran didn't hide his petty thoughts, he let out a big sigh of disappointment after Yamabuchi told him that the examiner had entered samadhi. "I also want the lord to weave a wreath for me after tidying my hair."

Luan really likes that when the god judge helps him tidy his hair, it is as gentle and meticulous as when it is touched by hand, which makes him tremble with joy from the bottom of his heart, and makes people want to greedily ask for more.But I don’t know why, whenever he wants to be insatiable, his heart will be restrained and calm down inexplicably, making him quickly realize that he is too ugly like that. Thinking about it now, it is very likely that it is the character of a god judge It may also be subtle.

"Forget it, I'll make a wreath for my lord..." asked Yamabagiri indiscriminately. "Can I stay here, Mr. Yamabugiri?"

"You can do whatever you want." Shanlao replied in a nonchalant manner, but she already knew that his personality was such a mess, so of course she didn't mind, she sat down next to the god judge, and began to play with the flowers she brought.

"If you pick a flower, don't cut off its vitality so that it can grow again." The spiritual examiner at that time clasped his hands in confusion and taught him to pick the flower in a gentle way.

"I thought the lord would hate our act of picking flowers." At that time, Luan said so.

"I only restrict myself, and I will try to avoid interfering with you—of course, if you are willing to listen to my somewhat redundant request occasionally, I'm still very happy." The judge gave him such a reply.

My lord, I treated Hua'er gently in the way you taught me.

You will be happy for me, right?