drunk snow

Candlestick cut Guangzhong's right arm belongs to the judge.

Dedicating a certain part of the body to the lord is almost regarded as a natural ritual, and after a long time, it is forgotten after getting used to it.And compared to that, everyone cares more about the heart dedicated to them by the god judge.

But Candlestick Che always kept this matter in mind, he swung the knife with his right hand, which was only used to protect his master's arm.

The god judge often uses the rule of "cooking with the right hand and carrying goods with the left hand" to let Daguli Jialuo follow him to Wanwu.

Therefore, the same as above, as the right arm, he took over the dining room as a matter of course.

It is not only entrusted with the important task of protecting the lord, but also in charge of the lord's power to prepare a balanced meal.

Candlestick cut deeply felt that such a self is really too handsome.

"Hi Ryotada. I'm here again."

Seeing the uninvited guest leaning against the kitchen door, Candlestick closed his eyes weakly.

Seti took the soup ladle in his hand, chopped green onion, mixed it into the natto puree, then poured it into the miso soup and mixed well, cooking the miso soup skillfully, as if this was his kitchen, although technically speaking , this is indeed his home.

"Why are you here again? Don't you think you've been scolded enough?"

Candlestick cut the edamame in the bowl vigorously, making a hard sound.

Although not every time, if the seemingly ordinary physical discomfort is excluded, the lord has already had two serious situations, and both of them happened to be in the dining room.

He runs the kitchen almost every day, so it is a bit biased to conclude that he poisoned the food.The sword was too wary of the wolf that was introduced into the room, so it would hit him on the back whenever there was a blame.

He didn't intercede for Sen Jian, but he just felt that it was inappropriate to convict people without clear evidence.

Moreover, although Candlestick felt repulsed at the beginning because his territory was being invaded, after a long time, he felt that he could help a lot and was quite useful. He was a talented cook.

In fact, after saying so many good things, he still has a little doubt about Seto Jiancun in his heart.

His purpose is unknown, he is obviously the judge of the next door Honmaru, but he never went back once.Even if he is not welcomed, he should be concerned to some extent, after all, this is the reason why he was entrusted here by the space-time government.

But he just stays in Honmaru every day doing nothing, going out to play in the street, running out every three days, and not returning to Honmaru for a few days, sneaking around and not knowing what he is doing.

Candlestick Che often saw wild flowers hidden in his arms when he came back.

Judging by his frivolous appearance, he must go to some shady places when he goes to the streets.He always guessed that the flower was probably used to flirt with the girls in the flower street.Some of the plants were ugly, and his taste seemed as bad as his character.

How great would it be if he fell in love with a woman and eloped together?In this way, Honmaru can also restore the peace of the past.

That's right, that's right, he can be shoveled out of the pill without spending a single soldier.

Well, hurry up and elope with a woman.

Candlestick's sharp eyes stared at Seti like a beam of light, making him feel cold for no reason.

"I'm not a masochist, I just feel that the kitchen is very comfortable. And I don't feel sorry for eating and drinking here for free, so I thought of coming to prepare three meals for everyone and express my heart."

"You are a suspect now, you should stay away from the kitchen."

"Aha, as I said earlier, poisoning your lord is not beneficial, and there is no need for me to do that."

He ladles miso soup into white soup bowls.The lord's tableware was no different from other people's, until Candlestick Kiri was persuaded by Semi to give the lord the set of tableware with a red plum pattern on a white background used in Honmaru's collection.

Candlestick Kiri was pounding edamame, while quietly observing Semi's movements.

On the surface, there seems to be no problem.

It is customary to add salt after scooping up the candlestick, which is convenient to match everyone's taste.This kind of simple thing is usually left to Seti to do.

Seti picked up the glaze pot and scooped a few spoonfuls of salt, sprinkled it evenly into each soup bowl, and then stirred it thoroughly to melt it into the soup.

Very normal, still looks ok.

If he was really a prisoner with hands and feet, how did he fully incorporate it into the food?

The pestle grinding the edamame hit the wooden mortar, and the knocking sound was endless, completely disturbing his racking his brains.

──The pestle and mortar.

At this moment, a terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Sejian, I'll give you the beans to grind, and I'll chop the vegetables first."

Seti leisurely took over the bowl and pestle without any doubt, without any complaints, stood aside and began to grind.

Candlestick pretended to be washing vegetables, and peeked behind him from the corner of his eye.

Seeing him skillfully grind beans with a wooden pestle, it seems that this is not the first time he has come into contact with grinding beans, but this should not be the case.

There was a tremor in his heart, the knocking sound hit his heart like a pestle, and at the same time, the pupil of the single eye constricted suddenly.

He lowered his head and saw the kitchen knife pressed against his left hand.

A cut had been made at the fingertip, and blood was oozing from the glove.

In the final analysis, it was a mistake for the judge to let this person enter the pill in the first place.

Even though Se Jian pretended to be pitiful at the beginning, it really made people want to lend a helping hand, but later, even for such an outsider, he was allowed to get whatever he wanted, which was really beyond the scope of helping.

Because the examiner is very interested in the secrets contained in Semi's actions-he heard Hasebe say this.

I want to wait quietly for him to show his feet.But can things really be as simple as he planned?

Strictly speaking, the lord is an unworldly person.

Living in a protected environment since he was a child, he was forced not to eat the fireworks of the world.Although he has wandered between heaven and hell, his experience is still insufficient compared to the sword possessed god who has experienced real wind and rain.

Now his experience clearly told him that he must be careful and beware of this person.

But what to beware of, the candlestick has no clue.It's just that he has a hunch that being too curious about something is not a good behavior.

There is a saying that goes like this: Curiosity can kill a cat.

Candlestick cut has a naturally caring personality, even he himself feels like an old lady, of course, the handsome one.

He hoped that everything was just worrying about himself.

No one can guarantee that the examiner will be able to withstand the damage caused by curiosity.

Thinking of this, his back felt numb unconsciously.

"Hey, come back to God."

Okurigara's hand slapped him on the shoulder so hard that Candlestick almost turned somersault.

It was only then that he realized that the battle team had arrived at the destination and was about to start the battle. This was the second battle in the afternoon.I was so dazed thinking on the battlefield, maybe it was the reason why my consciousness tended to drift after lunch.

"Little Jialuo, thank you for reminding me, but next time, can you shoot Xiaoli a little more?"

"It can't be done. I'm going to fuck, you can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, Okuri immediately rushed forward to confront the enemy.Candlestick Kiri followed, drew the sword out of its sheath, and received the enemy's Taidao's slash with his backhand. For a moment, he felt that the enemy's attack seemed to be more violent than before.

Perhaps an illusion.But when he comforted himself like this, his wrist visibly loosened and he couldn't use his strength.

Regarding his appearances this month, even though he is not returning to the field, he still clearly feels the transformation of the enemy.

Those opponents who are called historical revisionists seem to be more able to master the tactics and formation of the sword.It seems that they have foreseen their next plan and can counterattack flexibly.

Therefore, the number of times they returned home in defeat this month has increased, and the resources consumed by hand-to-hand housing are also increasing.Coupled with occasional inspection violations, it has become commonplace for serious injuries to return to the city.

Probably because the deeper the map goes into the dangerous area, the stronger the enemies will be.he thinks.

It's just that defeat is really frustrating, and the tactics and policies of the god judges have been used properly, but now they seem to be more and more ineffective.

No matter what you do, you will be seen through by the enemy.

The strength of the enemy's tachi is very strong, and the courage of the two knives to offset the candlestick is almost to be overwhelmed.

He slammed the blade hard, trying to return to the team to adjust the formation, but found that the formation had been broken up, everyone was entangled, unable to help each other, so he had to face the fierce enemy in front of him again.

This is wrong.He always felt powerless for no reason.

The right arm, which was supposed to be wielding the long knife, began to tremble uncontrollably, and the handle of the knife being held clicked.

"Where to die is up to me, not you guys!"

The roar of Dajuli's killing with a real sword came from a distance, hitting his ears straight.

Da Juli will use a real sword to kill, usually because he was seriously injured and angry.

Although he realized that he was distracted in the battle again, he couldn't control his wandering eyes.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Okuri had already defeated the Taidao, leaning on the body sword that was about to be implanted into the ground, panting, looking very embarrassed.

The situation is really not right.I don't know how many times this idea came to his mind.

He raised his hand to swing the sword, but the enemy dodged sideways, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp sword was coming over the wind.

The tip of the knife sank into the left side of the abdomen cut by the candlestick, and it was sharp and painful.

But before he had time to wait for the pain to flow through his whole body, a feeling of paralysis like an electric shock suddenly appeared in his mind.

His vision fell into a haze, and black spots spread rapidly from around his eyes in an instant, covering his vision.

There was a loud ringing in the ears that shook his head, and he couldn't hear the roar of his companions during the battle.

──Then he lost consciousness.

He couldn't remember how he got back to Honmaru.

With his head in a daze, he vaguely heard the defeat order to retreat.

When he opened his eyes again, Candekiri was already lying in Honmaru's room.

The familiar smell of smoke disturbed his five senses, and he sat up suddenly from the bed.

The inquisitor knelt beside his pillow, smoking a pipe restlessly, when he saw him wake up, he stretched out his hand and pressed him back into the quilt.

"Um, my lord, the others..."

"They're all lying in their own rooms. I came here after taking care of them, so don't worry."

After exhaling a long puff of smoke, the judge put out the tobacco.His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes covered them like a butterfly. His expression looked extremely tired, as if he had gone through a catastrophe.

Consciousness is not yet clear, so the pure white kimono seems to be vague as if it is about to raise melancholy.

Sensing the sharp gaze of the candlestick, the lord smiled slightly, but couldn't hide the confusion in his eyes.

"What's going on...Actually, I don't know too well, but not long after you went out, everyone fell down one by one. It took a lot of work just to move everyone back to the room .”

"All the swords? Are you all right, my lord?"

"That's right. I've been thinking about this, Candlestick cut, I seem to be doing something wrong..."

"My lord?"

Hearing this repentant tone, Candlestick looked at the judge in astonishment, and saw that he had erased the calmness of the past, showing a rare look of annoyance, and the hand that was holding the pipe was powerlessly hanging on his knee.

He didn't know what was bothering the lord right now, but he didn't like to see this situation.

The judge who fell into gloom again because of troubles, the whirlpools in his eyes seemed to be crying for the salvation of his soul.

Just like when I was blinded by demons.He thought, since the judges had given their heart to them, should they also take the responsibility of appeasing that fragile heart?

Candlestick got up, still a little dizzy, but he stretched out his hand decisively and pulled the judge into his arms.

No matter the real answer or not, he will choose to include the god judge into his warmth.

The arm he used for fighting and cooking can also embrace the soft body, which is the right arm of the God Inspector.

The left hand covered his eyes with a black leather glove, and the trembling pupils could still be felt through the glove.

This kind of hug, the trembling of the heart, the moment of rushing through the heart through the warmth of the clothes, is as gentle as a spring breeze.

The judge took his left hand, squeezed it lightly, and then grabbed it.The fingertips that seemed to be pressed into the skin trembled and stroked the soft touch of hemolysis.Take a little bit of strength and knead it into the bone, and have the courage to open your eyes again.

A second is like a lifetime of warmth, and a hug is such a mysterious thing.

Candlestick cut his head and kissed his cheek.

If the touch of the palm is not thick enough, then grab a little softness of the lips.

Let a little heavy breath seep into the skin, turning into the weight of the deep seabed.

He let go of his left hand, and slowly clasped the judge, his fingers clasped together like ten fingers that were born to be folded.

The butterfly covering the eyes flapped its wings and flew up, a pair of beautiful vermilion eyes shimmering.

"My lord, I have something to tell you. About Semi."

The judge turned around, hesitated to speak, as if hesitating.

Leaning close to his ear, the words between the squirming lips made the eyes of the examiner even darker.Candlestick tightly clenched his hand, the protagonist suddenly stood up, and kissed his lips lightly, perhaps trying to get a little more strength to face reality from the gap between his lips.

Like the touch of dewdrops sliding down the edge of a leaf, such pure eyes swept across his heart fiercely.

"follow me?"

It took a long time for the judge to spit out such a question.

After confirming that candle holders had almost recovered their consciousness, the two walked out of the room and went straight to the corridor, and finally came to a paper door.

This is Semi Migure's room, Candlestick Kiri has long wanted to go in and have a look.It is most suitable to explore the territory of the "enemy" when the surroundings are quiet and Semi doesn't know where he is missing.

The examiner opened the door, and there was an ordinary decoration in front of him, neat and clean, without any abnormality.He strode into the room, bent down and began to rummage through the boxes, the candlesticks, which he thought were just coming to explore, couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Is it okay to rummage around like this?"

"It's fine to restore it to the original state later. It doesn't matter, he often comes into my room to search things."

"Uh, what does my lord mean?"

The examiner dug out a variety of unknown flowers, and the fragrance of flowers of different shades came out. Most of the flowers have withered, showing the appearance of being dried by the sun.It's not like the usual cherry blossoms or magnolias, but it looks familiar.

"Recently, I found that the furnishings in the room are a bit messy. Although it is not obvious, there are still traces of someone else's movement."

He stopped suddenly, and pulled out a stack of papers from the bottom of the bookcase full of books.

It was a booklet made of multiple sheets of paper stacked and then stapled. It was filled with various flowers that had just been seen, and beside it was written detailed information about the functions or characteristics of flowers with a brush. The notes were meticulous and organized.

"So the flowers are not given to the oiran, but for research?"

The candlestick picked up the flower stalk that was about to dry up and twirled it. When the judge took out another pair of utensils from the cabinet, he was shocked.

White pestle and mortar!

The wound on the index finger seemed to throb.

"Look, here."

The lord pointed to the latest page of the booklet, which happened to depict the flowers in the hand of the candle holder. The ink did not seem to have dried for a long time. It was probably just written yesterday or this morning. Today's date was marked next to the hand-painted flower picture.

Open the first few pages and fill in different nouns in the function column of the detailed information at the bottom.

Most of the pages are written as invalid, occasionally drunken or mentally tired, and sometimes specifically noted "only valid for humans".

Rejuvenate.Seeing such harsh words, his spine started to go numb again.

"The last page, could it be..."

The latest page marked with today's date has not yet filled in the functions, and it may be the reorganization work that will start at night.

That's why he felt that the pestle and mortar were frightening for no reason.

After smashing and grinding those flowers into powder, they melted into them silently──

"I seem to be doing something wrong."

Hearing the confessor's confession, his heart beat rapidly.

He felt like he was wrong too.

Why would he be allowed to do such a thing when he was clearly right under his nose?

Thinking of this, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong couldn't help crushing the withered flowers in his hands.

The wound on the fingertips was still throbbing.

The author has something to say:

Push the main plot a little bit, yes, Seti is the main plot.

Although I really want to make everyone different (?), but in order to push the main story, let's postpone it first.

Semi failed in character building, hurry up and get rid of Semi so that you can continue to live a happy life wwwwww (Semi said:...)