A broken waist warning from a god judge

——"Chinese style in the eyes of foreigners".

What appeared in front of Miri Yue Zongjin was exactly such a room with a recognizable decoration style.

The two wooden windows opened inward, and a red Chinese knot hung down from the center of the window frame. Paper-cuts were pasted on the window, and the red double happiness on it made the man with swords silent.

The originally simple energy-saving lamps are now artificially put on a particularly festive coat, and the lights sprinkled in the room are all reddish, and the well-behaved reception room is mixed with a bit of ambiguity.

This is more than excessive force, it has reached the height of shameful PLAY.

The current affairs staff who contacted me a month ago were secretive and concealed. During the high-frequency contact once every two days on average, they were still unwilling to tell me about the judge.

So much so that until today, San Riyue was still guessing the other party's identity a second before the door was pushed open.

Is it male or female?Tall, short, fat and thin?Lively or silent?What about Fu Sangshen's attitude?

But when he saw this room, at least one thing was certain, that is, this upcoming god judge definitely came from China.

The only thing that can be matched with harmony is the root carving coffee table and the set of purple sand teapots placed on it.

High-end packaged tea stands aside, mountain spring water exuding aura is shaking in the shallow tank, and the inside of the charcoal stove is neatly stacked, which is the special-grade smokeless charcoal sold by Wanwu.

In any case, the people who decorated the drawing room had put a lot of effort into it.

And Sanriyue didn't hesitate, just put some carbon on it, and prepared to boil water and make tea in an open and honest manner.

Not for myself, but also for the coming God Judge.

He looked at the spring water that was gradually tumbling out of small bubbles, thinking that he used to drink instant tea bags when he came here, and he really wanted to wipe himself a tear.

What is differential treatment?

This is.

Desperately working for the government of time to kill enemies, but its importance is not as important as a new god judge.

That is to say, it was Fu Sangshen who came here, and it was him. If he was replaced by someone else, he probably would have turned cold, slammed the door, turned around and left.

"Ugh."

Sanriyue sighed, no wonder the liaison officer made him the liaison officer from the very beginning, except that his first God-inspector was Chinese, and he had a common language with this new God-inspector in terms of language In addition, there is his good temper.

From this point of view, it is better for people to have a temper, otherwise they will be treated as soft persimmons next time.

He thought with confidence, but his hands kept moving. He lifted the pot to heat the cup, and then put a little tea into the cup... His entire set of tea-making techniques was also learned from the first god-inspector.

The first adult to wake himself up from the darkness, the first to regard himself as a family partner rather than a tool, left Sanri Yue Zongjin with a wider and wider influence than he imagined.

After the tea was brewed, Sanriyue took a sip from the teacup in front of her.

Well, not bad.

With his method of making tea, which His Royal Highness Yingmaru disliked, without directly ruining the good tea leaves, it was enough to satisfy Sankaiyue.

When he drank his second cup, the door of the reception room that he had been waiting for for a long time finally opened. The staff member he was familiar with walked in front, and the one who followed him was a cute bun with neat hair Little girl with bangs.

Wait a minute, this is gone?

Sanriyue was surprised. She still remembered that the adult said that Shizheng is a rare organization of conscience. In terms of selecting god judges, the age limit is stable and above.

[In this way, even if the person regrets it, he is still an adult and must pay the price for his choice. 】

But the person in front of me...

San Riyue sized up the girl sitting opposite her without leaving any trace, and Yun Jin also sized her up.

Is this the fusangshen that grandpa said the Japanese sword turned into?Then what he put next to him was the sword body known as a national treasure?

Thinking of this, Yun Jin's panicked heart finally settled down.

She was originally running on the vast and boundless land. She was digging stones in the mine a few days ago to prepare some snacks for herself, but she was pulled out of the cave by her grandfather yesterday, and she was quite disgusted and threw her away. After entering the hot spring, a new set of clothes was handed over.

Then a bag of relevant documents was stuffed into his hands, and there were one-way tickets, ID cards and passports in it.

Meow meow meow?

When she got on the plane and grandpa's face was no longer visible, Yunjin finally realized that she had been thrown out of the house.

If there was not a letter in the bag explaining why she did this and persuading Yun Jin, this cute-looking little girl would have run out before the plane took off regardless, and would not leave even if she died.

So according to what grandpa said, when meeting strangers, the most important thing is to take the initiative to say hello.

"Hello."

She opened her mouth with a straight voice and sent a bright smile.

"……Hello."

Sanri Yuezong was almost half a beat late before responding, and his expression was still a little dazed: "Do you want some tea?"

Thank myself for making tea in advance, otherwise I would not be able to get over the embarrassing situation in front of me.

The staff stood aside, listening to the few Chinese words he knew, arbitrarily determined that the two people in front of him must be able to get along well, and then left quite sensible.

As soon as he left, Yunjin immediately ran to the switch by the wall and turned off the lights that created an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The natural light coming in from the window is naturally sufficient, and San Riyue's expression eased a little. He pushed the teacup to the future spiritual examiner, and patiently waited for the other party to speak.

"Excuse me, can you show me your knife?"

Yunjin's second sentence made Sanriyue's heart skip a beat.

Fusangshen, who are looking for the Lord again, are completely different from those summoned by the god judge himself.

Taking Sanriyue as an example, he had worked under eight god judges. Among them, the first god judge was the most important to him, but he was also the one who voluntarily gave up on him.

There is no way to do this, no matter how comfortable and happy Honmaru's life is, it can't compare to the Lord's own home.

After the god judges terminated the contract with Shizheng, they, Fusangshen, had to choose their own future path.

One is to sign a temporary contract with Shizheng, and Shizheng will provide spiritual power so that Fu Sangshen will not disappear without a god judge.

Two, three, and four are the paths that belong only to Fu Sangshen himself.

Some chose to jump into the knife solution pool and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, some chose to vent their energy on the battlefield, and finally died at the hands of the retrograde army, or they fell secretly in resentment and died at the hands of their former companions.

Mikazuki Zongjin chose the first type. He became the initial sword of a brand new Honmaru. Since then, Shizheng has sent in other swords that voluntarily signed a contract. The Honmaru where he is now can be said to be the most famous in the row. Strong Honmaru.

"You mean, do you want to see my knife?"

He asked patiently, and after getting an affirmative reply from the other party, he held the main body in both hands and respectfully sent it to the other party.

Could it be that this god judge wants to use his spiritual power to imprint his brand, and then control their fusangshen's ideas?

If so... hehe.

A cold laugh sounded in her heart, and the smile on Sanriyue's face seemed gentle, but she was actually waiting for the other party to ask for trouble.

Do you really think that those Fu Sangshen who reached the full level early are so easy to master?

How naive, the last judge who did this was directly countered by spiritual power, and lay in the hospital for three months before taking office.

"Thank you."

The other party's slightly resistant expression fell into Yunjin's eyes, making the little girl suddenly realize.

Almost forgot such an important preparation.

What she used to touch were soulless blades, so she could touch them however she wanted, but now the knife presented to her eyes had the real Fu Sangshen standing beside her.

Yun Jin hurriedly took out a pair of gloves from the panda head package, and after putting them on, she actually touched the knife.

This behavior of hers won Sanri Yuezong a lot of goodwill.

The blade was pulled out of the sheath inch by inch, Yun Jin looked at the crescent-shaped pattern on the blade, and immediately understood why the blade in her hand had the name of Sanriyue.

Through a layer of gloves, Yunjin's hand slowly brushed against the blade, and the movement it brought was like a breeze blowing against the face to Sanriyue, with an indescribable comfort.

The first request for a meeting was a bit reckless, but because your technique is so gentle, when the spiritual power backfires for a while, I will control the force a little bit, so as not to make you so painful.

He nodded his head slightly, and the golden ornaments hanging from his hair swayed slightly, with indescribable elegance.

"So lovely."

After Yunjin looked at Yizheng Dao from the beginning to the end, she sighed in satisfaction. She bent her fingers and flicked the middle of the blade with a little force.

——"click".

"Crack?"

"You, what did you do?"

Sanriyue Zongjin, who was still drinking tea, suddenly felt a huge force attacking his waist. He raised his head to look at his body, and there was a thin broken mark where Yunjin bounced just now.

He looked like a frightened child, his face turned pale.

"I, I didn't do anything!"

Yun Jin also panicked: "Why are you so brittle, could it be osteoporosis?!"