[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

Think, this elegant time-consuming thing, you actually like this thing? "

Seeing the little child stubbornly holding the tea set in his arms, with wet blood on his face, the slightly dull expression pleased the woman in the red dress, she stretched out her hand and gently touched Song Si sweat-soaked hair.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

The people he killed were all people that the government could not tolerate. Generally, those who could not be executed directly would be handed over to them, just like the strong smell of drugs that Song Si smelled last night. Song Si had already smelled it many times.

Disgusting things, these things can make people become another self that is not under their control, and then slowly surrender to their desires, becoming the human being they least despise to be.

Yesterday's black kimono had been taken off and burned to ashes, and the clothes were also stained with a lot of white powder, which mixed with blood gave off an even more unpleasant smell.

The puppet is very sensitive to smells, but the most important thing is the resistance in his heart. The next task given by the current affairs, if you can't go, just find a reason not to go, anyway, it's not necessary.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro knocked on Song Si's door with water in his hand, "Leave the door open."

When Yamabuchi put down the basin and turned around to leave, he heard the sound of the door being opened behind him. Before he could react, he was thrown into his arms with a heavy bag of sacks.

"A reward for going out and killing people yesterday." As soon as he said this, Song Si closed the door: "Buy me some more blessings and come back."

Seeing the closed door and the unusually sinking Naruto in his arms, Yamabuki Kunihiro's eyes lit up.

When Yamabashi Kirihiro came back in the evening, he was carrying a big bag of things in his hand. When Kami Kiyomitsu helped to carry it, he asked, "What is it?"

"Sugar, red bean paste, all kinds of sweets." Yamabuki Kunihiro put the bag in his hand into the kitchen: "You remember to make some for the master every day."

California Qingguang, who has completely become a cook, said mmp. By the way, he looked at the sweet and greasy raw materials, and smacked his mouth, feeling that just looking at these things, there is a sweet and greasy taste in his mouth.

Early the next morning, after serving the prepared peony cakes, California Qingguang hummed a ditty and knocked on Song Si's door in a happy mood, and then it was no surprise that Song Si lit up the moment he saw the peony cakes. up eyes.

After taking a peony cake and before putting it in his mouth, he saw the awkward California Qingguang, and put the peony cake on the plate: "Let's talk."

California Qingguang's face was reddish, he was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and then used his fingers to twist the braid on his head: "That..."

Seeing Song Si's expression getting more and more impatient, California Qingguang hurriedly said, "I want to buy a bottle of nail polish!! Please agree."

"..." Song Si put the peony cake in his mouth, and took out a small bag from his bosom. Although it was not more than what was needed for Yamabuki Kunihiro to buy Honwan, it was still a lot: "In the future, you don't need to ask me about this kind of thing, just ask Yamabuki Kunihiro directly."

Qingguang Qingguang, who was holding the small pan but hadn't left yet, mixed his hands together, and when Song Si swallowed the peony cake in his mouth with tea, Fu opened his mouth again: "When I buy it, master, you can paint it for me." ...No, it's all right."

California Qingguang hurriedly stood up, retreating steadily under Song Si's indifferent eyes, and when he ran out and closed the door, California Qingguang felt his heart beating extremely fast.

He touched his heart that hadn't calmed down yet, and the disordered breathing caused California Qingguang to cover his face. How did he say these words out of his mouth, it will definitely make the judges dissatisfied!

The hair rope fell to the ground amid California Qingguang's dissatisfied voice. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, but when he turned his head and left to think about a rescue method, he heard the hello from the judge behind him.

Rubbing his ears, afraid that he had listened to the cross, but did not hear the response again, California Qingguang looked at his worn and damaged nails in front of him, and happily went out with his purse.

After buying nail polish and returning, California Qingguang took a few deep breaths, and then gently knocked on Song Si's door: "Is the master there?"

The man's plain voice came, and Qingguang opened the door, only to see that he was wearing a black kimono, on which the bright red flowers of the other shore were blooming on the kimono, taking away the brilliance of the sunset.

Taking the nail polish and stepping forward, seeing the fair and slender fingers, California Qingguang obediently placed his paws in front of Song Si.

A trace of impatience appeared in Song Si's eyes, but he still took out the nail polish brush, and applied the nail polish on California Qingguang smoothly, not to mention evenly, and added a layer of reddish color on it. Pattern of cherry blossoms.

Qing Guang, who folded his hands and stared at his nails firmly, was a little confused, and finally smiled: "Your technique is really good."

"If you watch too much, you will get used to it." When the master was still there, he studied how to make himself look better all day long, and the learning ability of dolls has always been very strong.

California Qingguang fiddled with the nail polish in his hand, and slowly blowing the wet nail polish in the front room. He was in a very happy mood, saying that this was definitely the best nail he had ever done.

Seeing California Kiyomitsu with pink Sakura Fubuki floating above his head, Song Si ticked all members of Sakura Fuki on the God Judge Rules.

I don't know if it was completed because of the mission issued by the government not long ago. The swords these days have not followed Song Si, and besides, the government's recent setting time can only be four, so there will be no surprises.

Song Si felt that those retrograde troops were very weak. When they slashed and killed, those retrograde troops even screamed in a low voice. Without resistance, the thrill of killing was lost a lot, and a lot of fun was also lost.

But Wu Hu Tui was still injured, there were scars on his wrist and white legs, which looked a bit serious, and Wu Hu Tui's cheeks became extremely pale.

The accompanying cub was howling at the side, which made Song Si a little upset, but with just one glance, the cub quietly nestled beside Wu Hutui's hand and did not move.

Wu Hutui lay obediently in front of Song Si, with his two little hands on his small belly, looking at Song Si with a hint of apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come back intact as requested." Wu Hutui's voice was a little soft, Song Si didn't answer the child's immature voice, but gently pressed his spiritual power on Wuhutui's body.

The gentle spiritual power faintly dazzled Wu Hutui's wound, and when the warm spiritual power entered the body along the wound, Wu Hutui felt as if he was bathing in the sun.

This kind of comfort, the pain was quickly soothed, Wu Hu retreated slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

When Song Si withdrew his hand, Wu Hutui had already fallen asleep peacefully, and the rosy light on the sleeping Wuhutui's cheek already represented the health of the body.

Song Si suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, he got up from the room where Wu Hu retreated, and walked out slowly.

After closing the back door, Song Si staggered slightly, and then began to gasp for air fiercely. Just now, due to the consumption of spiritual power, his lungs constricted for a moment, as if his throat was pinched and he couldn't breathe.

Song Si raised his head to look at the protective film required by current affairs on the outside of the pill.

Is this the price after the resurrection?

Oh, it's really not worth the candle.

chapter07

feeling of pain?

Song Si touched his lungs violently, the discomfort and slight tingling there just now were definitely pain.

"Hahahahahahahaha." Song Si suddenly burst out laughing, covered his cheeks, but no tears could shed: "Look, I also feel pain."

Song Si supported the pillar next to him, his body slid down with ease, and sat on the ground, feeling the cold touch of the ground, Song Si buried his head between his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.

At that time, if the child knew that he would be in pain, would he really treat him as promised, instead of destroying his body and throwing it into the trash at will.

Song Si pursed his dry lips, feeling that his thoughts were a bit ridiculous, the child didn't like him, maybe he would add a knife because of him, but Song Si couldn't help but imagine those things.

He touched his stomach close to his heart, where there was an obvious knife mark and lingering pain.

When Song Si raised his head, he saw Kiri Kunihiro Yamabashi in front of him stretching out his hand towards him. He still didn't ask anything as before, but believed him unconditionally.

The calluses on the hand in front of him caused by frequent use of swords destroyed the whole sense of the hand. Song Si closed his eyes, and did not touch the hand that was extended by Yamabukiri. stable.

He was not so weak that he needed someone else's strength to stand up, Song Si coughed twice, took a deep look at Yamabuki Kunihiro, then turned and went back to the house.

Those eyes are complicated, and Yamabuchi can't quite understand them, but the only thing he can understand is that that person needs absolute silence right now.

But why?

Kunihiro Yamababa looked at that person's back, why did he feel that person was so lonely?Even the back view made him feel bleak.

His footsteps were a little slow, but he still didn't catch up. The fragility shown by the god judge at that moment should be the expression he least wanted to be seen by others, so respecting his thoughts is the best choice.

Wu Hutui's scars have all been healed, and he even looks better than usual. The little tiger didn't sleep for a long time, and because of his naughty nature, he quietly escaped from Wuhutui's side.

The little tiger sniffed at the tip of his nose, and smelled the familiar smell, the sweet smell of spiritual power from the depths of his soul. Shaking the fur on his body, the little tiger pushed open the door of Song Si with its small fleshy claws. .

The man inside the door turned his back to it, closed his eyes, and his frowning showed that he was a little uncomfortable in his current condition. The little tiger stretched out its claws and gently caught the man's clothes, but found that the man ignored his movements .

The little tiger who got the permission climbed onto Song Si's head with all four paws, boldly grabbed Song Si's short hair and played happily. His sensitive nose smelled a bloody smell.

A trace of blood slid from the corner of Song Si's mouth, but at that moment Song Si opened his eyes and began to cough wantonly.

The tiger was startled, and hurried down from the top of Song Si's head, grabbed Song Si's sleeve with its paws, stared at Song Si closely with its watery eyes, and when Song Si opened his eyes, he saw that The little tiger looked nervous.

Very similar, very much like Wu Hutui's eyes.

Song Si hugged the little tiger tightly into his arms, a little tight, the little tiger struggled a few times: "If you are bored in the future, just come and stay with me."

"Just as a companion."

I don't know if he sensed the uneasiness of the person holding him, but the little tiger was very considerate and stopped struggling, but buried his fluffy head in Song Si's arms, and rubbed slightly against him. rub.

"Eh?" California Qingguang let out a soft cry, and when Shanba cut over, the corners of California Qingguang's mouth slightly curled up: "Five Tigers seem to have had a good dream, look."

Following Jia Qingguang's gaze, he saw Wu Hutui's raised mouth with a faint smile, Jia Jiaqingguang pulled Xiao Ye Zuowen to the door of Wu Hutui, who was tiptoeing, and then gently closed the door .

The little tiger bit Song Si's front with its teeth, and lowered its head following the little tiger's strength. The little tiger raised its paw, pressed it lightly on the top of Song Si's head, and then gently rubbed Song Si with its paw. s hair.

It's the same as what Song Si did to the Five Tigers.

Song Si opened his eyes slightly, and then his pupils contracted. The little tiger deliberately retracted his paws, and patted his hair with the soft pads. Song Si felt a little subtle.

He raised his head, looked at the little tiger in his arms, smiled lightly, and scratched the tiger's chin lightly. He stood up slowly, found a bedding beside him, and quickly made a bed. Come out of a nest.

There are five companion tigers in the five tiger retreats, but this willful little tiger got the only small nest because of his willfulness. The soft cotton made the little tiger snore comfortably, and then Rolled around in place.

What made Song Si laugh was that after the little tiger got comfortable rolling, he patted it with a meat pad beside the mattress, inviting Song Si to roll on the comfortable cotton as well.

Song Si shook his head, rejected this childish behavior, just took out the handkerchief in his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then sat down on the spot, like every sleepless night, sitting awkwardly In the corner, quietly watching everything in the whole house.

But last time I was accompanied by Xiaoye Zuowenwen, and this time I was accompanied by the little tiger who retired from the five tigers. After all, it didn't feel so deserted.

He heard the heartbeat of creatures other than himself, Song Si slightly opened his eyes, touched his chest, and now the pain there has completely disappeared.

The pain can keep a person awake for a certain period of time, Song Si's head felt a little too awake except for the chaos at the beginning.

Song Si licked the corner of his mouth, the smell of blood seemed to be still there, this was the smell he hated the most, but it still came out from his mouth after all.

"nausea."

Song Si commented on his blood in this way, the blood of the puppet is even more unpleasant than the blood of human beings.

There was a light knock on the door, Song Si casually threw the blood-stained handkerchief aside, and agreed.

California Qingguang entered the room, looked at Song Si's pale cheeks, which were even paler than the injured Wuhutui, and couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Is there something wrong with your body?"

Song Si said no, he said too firmly, the influence of that person was still engraved in California Qingguang's mind, and when the person said it was okay, he really thought it was okay.

"What's the matter?" Song Si raised his eyes to look at California Qingguang, and hugged the little tiger who was still rolling on the cotton next to him into his arms.

The little tiger lost the cotton, and wailed twice in dissatisfaction, which attracted California Qingguang to look into Song Si's arms, and finally stretched out his finger: "The nails you painted for me yesterday are worn out this time. It's over."

"Go paint it yourself." Song Si quickly rejected California Qingguang's request. He never liked to paint other people's nail polish, and the pungent smell was almost comparable to the smell of blood.

If this person hadn't stared at him with too bright eyes last time, he wouldn't have touched that thing either.

California Qingguang choked, and the hand that was stirring the pigtail stopped. He raised his head and looked into Song Si's eyes. Although the indifference in it was still so strong, it was still much lighter than when we first met. .

California Qingguang attributed all this phenomenon to the fact that after he appeared, the judges would feel much happier after seeing him.

Thinking about it this way, California Qingguang didn't seem to be so uncomfortable anymore, he stood up, and glanced at the little tiger who was acting like a baby in Song Si's arms with some jealousy.

#On the possibility of killing the little tiger who retired from the five tigers#

#On how to become a little tiger for favor#

The little tiger was still playing with Song Si's finger, licking it for a while, and biting it with its childish teeth in its mouth for a while, not knowing at all that he was being missed.

When the weather outside was slightly brighter, Foxnosuke appeared out of nowhere, looked at the little tiger in Song Si's arms and the nest he had just made for the little tiger, gritted his teeth, and touched his hand with the runes painted on it. Cheeks, I feel that I am also very cute.

I went to the barber shop yesterday, except for the red rune given by the current affairs on the head, there is no way to erase it. Foxnosuke dyed the white hair like a little tiger, and I think I will definitely do it this time.

Before he got close to Song Si's side, Song Si, who was stunned by Fox's new look, grabbed his stamina and threw it out of the room.

Foxnosuke, who formed a perfect parabola, looked at the dirt stained on the white fur, snorted, and put the letter from Shizheng to Song Si at Song Si's door casually, then turned around and ran away.

That fox was not as good-looking as it was when it was yellow, Song Si felt that he was even more disgusted, looked at the little tiger in his arms, and remembered the color of Fox's dyed fur, Song Si's expression drifted for a moment.

Shizheng issued a new order to Song Si. Recently, he forged a new sword that can change form. Now it cannot be used by other experimental god judges. I want to experiment with him first.

The above conditions are very clear, because Song Si is a puppet judge, so if a sword that has not yet understood his character and danger is thrown at his side, if any mistakes are made, the damage to current affairs will be the lowest .

"Heh." Song Si smiled mockingly, that's right, the death of a puppet is less harmful than the death of a human being, don't all human beings think so?

Ticking the little tiger's chin: "What do you think?"

"Oh?" The little tiger raised its head, it was still playing with Song Si's fingers just now, it didn't pay attention to Song Si's expression at all, so now it is still a little stunned.

Song Si sighed slightly, put the little tiger on the quilt next to him, got up, and after the pain was over, his chest felt much more comfortable. Song Si stretched out his waist, and waved the knife in his sleeve casually. A few times, then put it back in the sleeve.

Good, at least the pain didn't make his hand any dull, as long as the hand without the knife remained as stable as before.

Opening the door, there were several different flavors of Daifuku on the dinner plate at the door, a gleam of joy flashed in Song Si's eyes, he broke off a small piece of Daifuku and placed it in front of the little tiger.

It's not meat, the little tiger is obviously not interested, and willfully buried his head in the cotton, Song Si stroked the tiger's fur, and then put the piece of big blessing into his mouth, letting the cloyingly sweet taste infect the tip of his tongue .

The little tiger was sleeping happily beside him, so the years were quiet and good. Song Si drank a sip of tea, and his master said: "Life is so bitter, so eat something sweet to make yourself feel that life is very sweet."

It was at that time that Song Si became obsessed with all kinds of desserts, especially desserts like Daifuku, which had an ice-sweet taste.

Song Si raised his head slightly, and a cherry blossom quietly fell on the big blessing. Song Si turned his head to look, and saw the five tigers who were already unharmed. He stared at the little tiger next to Song Si in a daze.

When he realized that Song Si's eyes were on him, the five tigers retreated and lowered their heads, and sat beside Song Si. He didn't ask Song Si to get back his companion tiger, but sat quietly on Song Si's side. wantonly in front of.

Song Si looked at the big blessing in his hand, children should like these things, so this little tiger wants to eat it?

Passing the plate to Wu Hutui, the child looked at the big fortune on the plate in surprise, and under Song Si's gaze, he quickly took a piece and took a bite.

Very sweet, Wu Hutui smiled slightly.

"Is it tasty?"

Wuhu shook his head back, pointed at Dafu and said, "The Dafu made by Brother Yiqi is even more delicious than this one."

One strike?Song Si looked at the big fortune in the plate, and then clenched his fists, it was time to forge the first batch of Yizheng earlier.

Song Si was a little happy that someone would make a big fortune for him in the future, he handed back a cup of tea to Wuhu, and pursed his lips as he watched the child take a bite of the big fortune and drink the tea.

The children's rattle in the front hall made a crisp sound in the breeze, tinkling, and Song Si raised his head slightly to look over there, but saw the man walking towards the wind.

The man smiled gently at Song Si, "My name is Sanri Yue Zongjin. Well, as one of the five swords under heaven, it is said to be the most beautiful. It was born at the end of the eleventh century. In other words, it is an old grandfather Well. Hahaha, I was asked by the current affairs to come to your Honmaru, and I entrust you as the Lord, please give me your advice."

Sanriyue, five swords in the world?

chapter08

The man had a yellow house button on his blue hair, a yellow crescent moon engraved on his blue hunting clothes, and a gentle smile on his handsome face, just looking at Song Si quietly.

Seeing the big fortune and the tea set in front of Song Si, Sanri Yue Zongjin seemed to be very interested and sat next to Song Si, poured himself a cup of tea, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, his eyes lit up: "Longjing? common."

After observing for a long time, Yue Zongjin's movements were elegant and perfect when she was pouring tea just now.

Born aristocrat.

Song Si seemed to smell the rancid smell from the nobility again, frowned slightly, did not answer Sanriyue's question, but stretched out his hand to gently stroke the little tiger's fur.

San Riyue touched herself, this time the master didn't seem to welcome her very much, even though she thought so, San Riyue still smiled gently, Song Si raised her head and looked at the knife in San Riyue's waist, her eyes were a little hot.

Song Si is obviously more interested in the body of Sanriyue than the transformed body of Sanriyue.

Sanriyue noticed Song Si's gaze, untied the body from her waist, and put her hands lightly in front of Song Si.

Taking the sword and taking off the scabbard, the pattern of the knife is really beautiful, Song Si raised his eyebrows: "The Blade of Immortality, I heard that you have never been stained with blood." Song Si touched his hand lightly The blade was cut a small hole by the cold air before it got close: "It's a pity that such a good knife has never been stained with blood."

Sanriyue's gentle expression cracked a bit, this matter hit his sore spot, and the setting of not being bloody because of beauty is really unspeakable.

Song Si handed the body of Sanriyue to Sanriyue, picked up the little tiger lazily basking in the sun on the cotton quilt, turned his head and left the place, leaving only Sanriyue with a broken expression, He and the five tigers who were not good at facing strangers looked at each other in blank dismay.

Shi Zhengdu had already introduced the sword in the letter into Honmaru, and he was afraid that he would not transform the sword because of his refusal, so he specially sent it after the transformation was completed.

Sending letters in a fake way, the hypocritical faces of these nobles are simply disgusting, there is no chance to refuse, so why bother to pretend.

Song Si casually threw the letter in his hand into the brazier, and the flames still engulfed those thin sheets of paper.

When California Qingguang went to clean up the bowls and chopsticks in front of Songsi, he saw Sanriyue who was staring at Wuhu back and forth. The man seemed relieved to see a young man like California Qingguang, and he got up He got up and bowed his knees to California Qingguang.

Finally, he found the sword that could lead him to familiarize himself with Honmaru, and Sankaiyue became happier: "Grandpa, I haven't visited such a big house for a long time."

California Qingguang turned his head and looked at Sanriyue. There was not even a single wrinkle on that delicate face. If you call yourself grandpa like that, a real grandpa will cry.

After walking around and returning to the front hall, Sanri Yue Zongjin saw the knife-patterned rattle on the summoning rattle, and tied the rattle pinned to his waist. Listening to the crisp sound of the bell, he nodded with satisfaction. nod.

Turning around, she saw the closed door of the current owner, touched her chin, and San Riyue sighed: "It seems to be hated."

After changing her daily clothes, Sanriyue was called to the restaurant by Xiaoye Zuowenwen. Several people were already seated, but they didn't see the God-inspector who should be sitting in the main seat. Sanriyue's eyes were slightly puzzled: "Where is the master?" ?”

Kunihiro Yamababa handed the spoon in his hand to Mikazuki: "Master doesn't usually eat with us."

Sanriyue let out an oh to express her understanding, after all, when I saw him today, that person was indeed very cold, and it seemed reasonable not to dine with them.

Song Si appeared in front of them when they ran out of food, and rang the summoning bell in the front yard. By the time Sanriyue came to her senses, the remaining four people had already put on their battle attire and stood at Song Si in front of.

Seeing Song Si's obvious dissatisfaction with his slow movements, San Riyue looked at her unfinished clothes and sighed.

"The retrograde army has recently begun to wreak havoc on the new history. Shizheng has developed a way to go to other historical times, and now you are required to fight."

Song Si looked at the few people below, then glanced at Sankayue's face that was still smiling gently, and finally fixed his gaze on the face of Yamabuki Kunihiro: "As Honmaru's initial sword and the first unit Captain, you have to know what to do."

After Yamabuki Kirihiro nodded, Song Si turned his head and left the spot without a word of advice. The little tiger squatting on Song Si's shoulder ran to Wu Hutui's side and bit Wuhutui's trousers .

In fact, Song Si planned to go with him. It is boring to guard this huge Honmaru by himself, but after passing the time wheel last time, because it is not a cold weapon after all, Song Si's body showed a series of rejection reactions.

The pain probably started at that time, otherwise even if the internal organs were damaged, Song Si would not feel chest tightness and pain.

Shizheng has not yet fully researched a limit value for the human body after time travel, so it is generally not allowed to directly experiment with the human body, but dolls can.

This is why Song Si was deliberately chosen when choosing the examiner for the experiment.

After all the people left, Honmaru showed a dead silence, and Song Si even felt that he could hear the sound of leaves falling to the ground.

In fact, it’s good to get used to this feeling. It’s not like this for so many years, but now everything has become stable, so it’s good.

Song Si climbed onto the Wanyezakura, closed his eyes, and finally saw the flower buds of the cherry blossoms. The heavy rain last time seemed to give this tree some vitality.

Gently touching these beautiful flower buds, Song Si saw that under his spiritual power, the cherry blossom specially showed its delicate flower heart for him.

The petals were still a little immature, Song Si stretched out his hand and patted the trunk lightly, the tree seemed to understand Song Si's meaning, and in an instant all the remaining cherry blossoms bloomed, the pink color was very similar to The cherry blossoms scattered when those swords are happy.

The flower that bloomed specially for Song Si just now seemed unwilling to attract Song Si's attention to other flowers, and forcefully detached itself from the branch and touched Song Si's hand.

"It's beautiful." Song Si looked at the flowers in his hand, then raised his head to look at the blue sky of Honmaru, where the birds that flew in from nowhere were chirping endlessly.

The small world made up of these data is too real, so real that Song Si wants to stay here for the rest of his life, and there are a lot of privileges that he can't enjoy outside.

This is just the five-year lifespan specially rewarded by Shizheng when the contract was signed, and such a life is already very good.

Thinking of this, Song Si seemed to become a little more at ease, raised his head and quietly looked at the cloud in the sky that looked a bit like a big blessing, and was dazed.

Towards evening, the sun on the horizon emitted the last dazzling light of the day, and several people slowly returned from the halo, and everyone was safe, except for Sankayue.

Mikazuki Zongjin suffered a lot of injuries on his arms and waist, especially the one on his waist, where bones could even be seen. Song Si frowned slightly, and asked California Kiyomitsu and Yamabuki Kunihiro to take Mikazuki Zongjin to the repair room go.

In the inner room, Song Si took a look at San Riyue's still soft eyebrows, if it wasn't for the cold sweat on his forehead, Song Si would have thought that this person felt as painless as he did.

Gently put his hand on Sanriyue's waist, letting the blood stain his hands.

This was the first contact with the God Judge since he came to Honmaru, San Riyue raised his eyebrows: "Is this the so-called skin contact?"

The corner of Song Si's mouth twitched, but he couldn't hold it back. He lowered his hand, and heard Sanriyue Zongjin's muffled sound. The output of Song Si's spiritual power made Sanriyue tremble.

This spiritual power carried a chill, and the man's icy eyes made San Riyue sigh.

Slowly, the icy spiritual power began to become gentle, even a little hot. Sanriyue felt what is called the double sky of ice and fire on her waist. When she opened her eyes, it was the little tiger that slipped into it. Went to the repair room, biting Song Si's trousers there.

On the first day he came to Honmaru, he provoked the judges. Sanriyue felt that his future was in danger, but he still couldn't help asking: "Why do you hate me?"

Song Si looked at the graceful movements even though he was injured, the man asked directly, and Song Si also answered directly: "Your noble movements."

It never occurred to me that this was the reason, and Sanriyue was taken aback for a moment, then laughed a few times: "I never thought it would be this kind of reason."

I don't know if it's because San Riyue's temper is too good, but Song Si's cold face looks like a child who is having trouble. San Riyue reached out and patted Song Si's head lightly: "You are still young, don't be tense. face, otherwise you will grow old quickly, and you will soon be like grandpa and me."

There were too many flaws in this sentence, Song Si was a little powerless, he slapped San Riyue's hand away.

Except for some serious wounds on the side of the waist, the rest were treated well. Song Si got up, looked at the blood stained on his hands, muttered a dirty word, got up and left the repair room.

The disheveled Sanriyue, who stayed where she was, looked at the blood on her clothes, shook her head, and smiled softly when she saw California Qingguang holding a bandage at the door.

"In the future, don't get hurt casually."

Can the words that the man left before leaving be considered as acceptance of him?Sanriyue touched the button on the top of her head, and pursed her lips.

Chest tightness, still in pain, Song Si felt that he probably had Stockholm syndrome, but such extreme pain gave him a moment of psychological comfort.

But in the end, it's enough to hurt once. The consumption of spiritual power and the growth of the sword are both a burden for the god judge. Song Si understood it when he signed the contract.

Even though these five years are the continuation of life given by current affairs, all that needs to be completed in these five years are experiments brought about by pain, and it is just a different way to consume vitality.

"I made a big blessing for you." The person at the door shouted softly, Song Si came back to his senses, Sanriyue?What are you doing here if you don't go to recuperate?

Pushing open the door, Mikazuki Zongjin raised the big fortune in his hand slightly upwards.

There are five Daifuku in total, but there is one Daifuku that is completely different, its color and shape are a bit weird, Song Si suddenly remembered the meal that Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro made when he came to Honmaru on the first day.

Before putting his hand on the big blessing's plate, he saw Sanriyue pushing the strange looking big blessing towards him. When Song Si turned his head to get another big blessing, he was turned around by the swift Sanriyue Zong. Direction, the one under him is still that special big blessing.

Compromisingly, he held the big blessing in his hand, and lightly took a bite under San Riyue's expectant eyes, Song Si's eyes lit up.

Although the shape of this daifuku is weird, the taste is very delicious, not very sweet, but also has a faint aroma, and the mouth does not have the sweet and greasy feeling of daifuku.

"Daifu, which tastes like cherry blossoms, I specially researched it." San Riyue still smiled gently, but Song Si was not so obtrusive when seeing San Riyue's smile.

After Song Si patted off the crumbs of the big fortune in his hand, San Riyue handed the teacup to Song Si, seeing Song Si whose eyes became less cold, said with a smile: "Please teach me more in the future, my master."

"You said that once when you came here."

Song Si hugged the little tiger that was rubbing against his feet and left. San Riyue understood that this meant completely accepting him, and San Riyue smiled slightly.

This time the host seems to be very interesting.

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