A broken waist warning from a god judge

When looking for the silent radish, cough, and silent sword, Dadian Taiguangshi's group came out on top.

The main reason for winning the top spot is because Dadian Taiguangshi and Sao Sujian are two rare swords in this maru who can get along with each other tacitly. When everyone has their own small courtyard, Sao Sujian took the initiative to take over. In order to take care of Odaita, and prevent the other party from squatting at home and turning into a mushroom.

"I see. We must gather at the meeting hall before twelve o'clock tomorrow morning, right?"

After pouring tea for the visitors, Sao Sujian looked at them with a good temper: "Brother, he is more reserved, and I will go there with him when the time comes."

"It's been a real help."

Along the way, Izumi Shou and the others figured out how to remove the gate, and what kind of searching they went through before they found Odenta, and then they tried their best to persuade the other party to come out.

In the end, everything was done in vain, and their blood that had been stirring for a long time became cold like this.

"Since you're here, please sit down for a while before leaving. A third person has appeared in this yard after a long time."

Compared with Dadian Taiguang Shiyi, people who talk less are talkative. Sao Sujian, who hasn't communicated with others for a long time, obviously doesn't want to let people go.

"Alright."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki responded generously: "Anyway, when I go back, I will choose one of braised beef noodles and chicken stewed mushrooms, but if everyone is here, I can make something to eat."

"Then go to the vegetable field and pick some fresh vegetables?"

Horikawa Kunihiro reacted very quickly: "I don't know if the ingredients are enough, so many of us suddenly interrupted and didn't say anything, and we still have nothing..."

"It's all right, it's still a while before lunch, just get ready before then."

The smile on Sao Sujian's face was particularly sincere: "But I don't know how to make it too complicated. Why don't you just cook a hot pot, everyone can put their favorite things in it, and it will be more lively to eat."

"no problem."

Nagasomi patted Urashima on the shoulder: "Here, the master has already spoken, so go to the vegetable garden and pick up everything that can be put into the hot pot."

"Why am I going?"

Urashima looked at Nagasoya with disgust, "Don't you want to eat?"

"For me, go get some wine."

He sighed: "I don't serve wine at men's parties, I always feel that something is missing. When I went to Wanwu, I bought some and buried them in the yard. Today I dig them out and drink them to my heart's content."

Otherwise, I would be thinking about when I can drink it every day, and then I feel that drinking alone is too lonely, and I don’t even bother to dig out the wine jar.

When a person is lonely, he will think too much, and the vivid memories in his mind will flash out one after another. He didn't feel sad at first, but he can't help feeling sad because of it.

But what is the use of being immersed in such memories?Still have to keep looking forward.

"I'm going to dig wine!"

Urashima Toraku raised his hand: "I'll leave the preparation of the dishes to you, and Nagasoya and I will come over when we're done."

"I, I have a big pot at home, which can cook many dishes at once."

Horikawa Kunihiro said in a low voice: "If you don't mind, I'll go back and wash it and bring it here. It hasn't been used for a long time, and I don't know..."

"Then the rest of you can pick vegetables. By the way, Sao Sujian, you have meat here. What's the point of eating hot pot without meat?"

"Of course there is."

Da Dian Tai prefers a light diet, and Sao Su Jian has not smelled the smell of meat for a long time. Just thinking about the smell, he couldn't help swallowing: "You don't have to worry about it. The soup base is adjusted out."

"Let's go."

Izumi Mori Kanesada called Horikawa to go with him: "The way to the vegetable garden and the place where you live, there is no need to walk separately."

"Yes!"

Horikawa Kunihiro raised his head to look at Izumi Mori Kanesada's face, the smile that was not much different brought him back to the past time.

"I haven't been this happy for a long time, let's go, don't waste time."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki urged the others, and he himself was the first to go out. His goal was quite clear. The vegetables in the vegetable garden were on the one hand, and the chickens, ducks and fishes he raised were also his hunting range, and none of them could escape.

This group of people made a hot pot agreement and went to find the team of Suzumaru Hengji, and the situation was very different.

Zongsan Zuowenzi sat on the cushion, his head was a little drowsy, and not far from him, Shan Baqie, who was wearing a hood, was standing in front of Xiaotransparent.

Too sleepy.

I knew before that my brother's aura was extremely hypnotic when he talked about the Buddha, but he never thought that the other Jiang Xuezuo words also have a halo of sleep. He just sat here and listened, and couldn't help but fall to the side .

Xiao Ye glanced at the knife next to him, thought for a while, took out a dried persimmon wrapped in paper from her pocket, and handed it to Zongsan.

"Sweet."

He whispered, "It's delicious."

"……thanks."

Zong San Zuo Wenwen looked at the trio of monks who talked freely—the three of them who usually don’t talk much are now in the posture of talking loudly—and pulled the children around them to retreat outside the house.

One step back, another step back... Just like that, he took Xiao Ye and left the room directly.

"Huh, I'm really exhausted."

After thumping his sore and numb legs, Zong San signaled Xiao Ye to move quickly: "Kneeling is really unbearable."

When he was in his own yard, Zongsan had always been able to sit but not stand, and never sit when he could lie down, bringing his lazy temperament to the extreme.

Besides, kneeling not only tests the endurance of the legs, but also tests the mind. Maintaining a standard kneeling posture, the waist stops, the distance between the legs is required, and the position of the hands is also stipulated. It is to treat people as machines.

"……Oh."

Xiao Ye replied slowly, imitating Zong San's example, he beat his own leg.

"Sit down when you feel comfortable."

Finding a place in the corridor, Zongsan sat there, his feet could just touch the ground.Xiaoye was different, those two thin legs were dangling in the air, looking very cute.

He opened the paper package of dried persimmons, picked up one piece and put it in his mouth, Zongsan put the rest by Xiaoye's hand.

"One piece is enough for me."

"Isn't it delicious?"

Xiao Ye asked him: "Yes, is it too sweet?"

"No, it's just that I prefer some pungent flavors, spicy or heavy sauces to sweet tastes. The sweet taste is too light for me."

"Spicy..." Xiao Ye's face wrinkled slightly, "Spicy taste is disgusting."

"That's because you didn't eat delicious chili."

Different experiences have created Fu Sangshen's different personalities and preferences. Zongsan's first interrogator is a person who likes spicy food. There is no red pepper in the meal, and there must be green peppers as decorations, not to mention that the person wanted spicy food. I was very excited, and I specially purchased a batch of authentic chili noodles and peppercorns from Sichuan.

The spicy stimulation brought by the place of origin is something that the improved dishes can provide.

It's just that after getting used to the feeling of spiciness, it is very addictive, at least Zongsan is like this. He misses the spicy chicken, mapo tofu, and boiled fish he has eaten, and the whole person is listless.

"If there is a chance, I must take you to taste it."

"Ok."

Xiao Ye didn't know why the people around her were so obsessed with this smell that made people's mouths spit fire and their stomachs felt uncomfortable.

It's just that when he mentioned it, his expression immersed in the past made him speechless.

I take dried persimmons with me every day, isn't it the same?I want to use the sweetness of preserved fruit so that he can hold the last bit of warmth.

"The three inside don't know when they are going to talk. Anyway, it is confirmed that Suzumaru Koji will arrive on time tomorrow. Why don't we leave first?"

"Is this going?"

Saya was a little bit reluctant.

"After all, I don't want to follow their light diet."

Can't eat spicy food, but insist on eating more soy sauce and seasonings. Zong San doesn't want to eat rice with a plate of boiled tofu and vegetables. There is nothing in his mouth. Is that how people live?

"That……"

"So do you want to come with me?"

Zong San extended an inviting hand to Xiao Ye: "I promise there is no chili pepper, it may be more seasoned than the type commonly eaten in this pill, but drinking more water will be no problem."

"Okay."

Ai Ai stretched out her hand in the small night stage, and the temperature inside that slender and slender palm was similar and slightly cold.

Ah, it's the second brother's hand.

"Don't make that expression."

Patting Xiao Ye on the head, Zong San smiled slightly: "My younger brother is very similar to you, but they are two different people, so I can tell them apart; your second brother is also in Zong San Zuo script different from mine, there is no doubt about it. I wouldn't mind anything."

"I just suddenly felt how uncomfortable it would be for my younger brother to be treated so coldly in other Honmaru."

Thanks to the appraiser, she is like a stone, completely smashing the calm surface that everyone worked so hard to put together.

Without her existence, this Honmaru's sword doesn't know how long it will be wandering in the maze of doubles and non-doubles before finding the exit.

Unable to simply admit my feelings, stubbornly expressing that I don't care about anything, in fact, isn't the evasive attitude just a kind of caring?

"Is there anything you like to eat? I mean anything other than dried persimmons."

"Have."

The two figures, one big and one small, gradually moved away. Although their questions and answers were ordinary, they brought a bit of warmth.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro also walked out of the house at some point, and he sat quietly by the corridor alone, the dried persimmons that Saya Zuomonji forgot to take away were close at hand.

If you eat a piece, it should be fine.

Thinking of this, Yamabachi picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Well, it's so sweet!

Persimmons, which are already very sweet, become even more sweet after being dried and turned into dried fruits. Except for sweet lovers who are willing to eat a few more pieces, ordinary people must drink water to give them away.

However, it is a very familiar smell.

Closing his eyes, Yamabuchi felt the warm sunshine on his body.

What his nose smelled was the fresh scent of flowers and faint sandalwood.

The sweetness that oozes out from the dried persimmons in your mouth when you chew them, and the feeling of sticking to your teeth...

"Yamabagiri."

The interrogator in my memory always appeared behind Yamabukiri at such times, startling him with a haha ​​laugh.

This was also the only outrageous behavior that the God-inspector who was so timid as to rival a mouse dared to do.

I am so affected by her that I am slender and easily frightened, and it is impossible not to feel uncomfortable. Among a group of open-minded fusangshen, Yamabuchi is like a gray shadow, and the others are out of place.

But stripping away those gray substances, what is buried underground is still a beautiful memory that cannot be replaced.

I also don't know if that adult, after leaving the political affairs, will go to the haunted house every day to exercise her courage as she said when she left office.

There must be no one, the judge who was crying so ugly, she was frightened by Tsurumaru before leaving, how could she go by herself.

Yamabuchi laughed softly, he felt like the protagonist in the fairy tale told by the judge to the dagger, who lived on the fantasy provided by the match.

Holding the residual memory, let the time bring vitality.

Maybe at the moment when everything disappears, his life will also end.

"Yamabachi?"

Yamabushi Kunihiro softly called Dato's name: "Could it be that he fell asleep, and Kasuga is indeed suitable for sleeping. After talking for so long, I'm a little sleepy."

"Huh? No, I just—!"

Shocked and jumped three meters away, Yamabuchi was too embarrassed to speak.

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Zong San: Do you dare to make it more spicy, such a bland taste is abusing me!

Xiao Ye: QAQ is so spicy, my mouth is going to be on fire

When the brainwashing communication is in progress