[Comprehensive] The growth record of the god judge

This room is very spacious, with a large balcony. The furnishings in the house look very old, with an old atmosphere in the vicissitudes of life, and the varnish on the walls and floor is almost worn away. Everything It looks very old-fashioned, and the overall pure wooden structure adds a bit of antique flavor to this small building, which makes people yearn for it.

The scenery outside the huge viewing window is pleasing to the eye, and the night is like a huge curtain covering the sky. The position where Sankai Yuezong is sitting is also an excellent viewing place. He has a smile on his face, dressed in In the gorgeous and complicated battle uniform, he couldn't tell whether the moonlight was brighter or the crescent moon in his eyes was more beautiful.

San Riyue drank a cup of tea slowly. This location is very close to the atrium, and it is also his dormitory. He has lived here for many, many years, watching the Fusangshen come and go like an outsider, walking and staying. He was the only one left after the turnover.

"Hypocrisy, who are you showing it to?"

The pure white crane in memory once mocked him like this.

He stared at Tsurumaru's back, determined and tired, deeply aware that Tsurumaru Kuninaga and his Mikazuki Munekin were completely opposite sides.

Tsurumaru is pure and casual, dissociated from the world, although lonely but restrains himself from tearing others apart, even if he loves deeply, he is unwilling to embarrass others and indulge himself too much. Mikami Tsukimune is different, as if in that scene, he almost killed the Sanjo family. After the nightmare of destruction, he completely gave up, using all available things to achieve his goal by any means, he wanted his family back.

Sanri Yuezong sighed, and covered the bitter curve of his lips with his sleeve.

Tsurumaru Kuniyong loves the God Judge deeply.He voluntarily cut off his wings, restrained his edge like a wandering crow, and perched beside the god judge to protect him, respect him, and love him.

He can't.

Get up, pat off the invisible dust on your body, and walk to the atrium.

One issue one strike has left.

He hadn't been in the atrium for a long time, and there should have been a lot of dust accumulated inside, but when he opened the door, his hands were not stained with any dust.

One issue and one shock should be cleaned up.

Sanri Yuezong closed the door and walked over to open the window. The window was not too big for him, barely exposing his upper body. He took a few steps back and sat in that familiar position.

Looking up at the window, the dark bush outside rustled under the blowing of the night wind. There was no moon here, and most of the sky was covered, only a small dark corner could be vaguely seen.

This position is the position where the god judge used to sit, and it is also the position where you can see the largest sky in the whole room.A long time ago, Sanri Yue Zongjin often quietly opened the door a crack from the outside, watching the back of the sitting inside like a voyeur.

He is sitting in that position now, using the same sitting posture as the God-inspector, looking at the sky in the eyes of the God-inspector, breathing the same air under the same sky.

He remembered that night, he was sitting on the porch watching the moonlight, and the god judge was sitting beside him, singing an unknown song softly.

He beat the time for the judge, enjoying the cool breeze and beautiful scenery and the undisguised afterglow cast by the judge.He had never heard of that ballad, and the language he used did not understand a single word, but it was beautiful and moving, with a soft and melodious melody, which could deeply touch people's hearts.

The gentle breeze caressed the corners of his lips, and the faint scent of incense from the examiner's body drifted over the tip of his nose. Time seemed to stop, and he seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

The black sphere slowly emerged from the air, suspended in mid-air, emitting a gentle warmth, the black light softly filled the room, soaking people's bones with warmth.

Mikazuki Zongjin slowly closed his eyes.

He came there again, and the interrogator was still singing beautiful songs. He watched the scene in front of him like a bystander, and suddenly found that his face at that time revealed a radiance of incomparable happiness.

Before he had time to observe carefully, the scene changed suddenly in the next second, and Sanri Yuezong had recently arrived at a place he had never seen before. There were many tall city walls, and the soldiers wore strange armors. The fighting people burst out with colorful lights. People in long robes and staffs in the distance chanted long and complicated spells.

He saw the God Inspector wearing a black battle suit, standing on the top of a tall cross tower, with black hair and the hem of his clothes moving without wind, with his eyes closed and his hands clasped.

It was as if holding a small sun tightly, white rays of light leaked out from between the fingers, and a huge magic circle was formed at the soles of the god examiner's feet, sweeping out with a momentum like pushing mountains and filling seas, bringing out billows of smoke and dust.

He also saw, on a summer night, the God Inquisitor lying cautiously on the beam of a hall, his lips moving as he studied the song taught by the gorgeously dressed teacher below.

Sanri Yuezong listened closely and finally understood.

It is a traditional ballad that has been passed down for a long time in the country, praising the eternal love between the moon god and the sun god in the most simple and ordinary tone.

The inquisitor secretly learned the ballad, and practiced it repeatedly on the roof alone. The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating the loneliness and desolation on his face.

Sanri Yuezong clenched his hands hanging on both sides of his body tightly, and there was thick water vapor under his uneven bangs.

It was back to that night as cold as water, the gentle breeze brushed the corners of the lips, and the wind chimes under the eaves swayed gently. Sanri Yuezong watched the God-inspector's lips constantly open and close, and a faint sound came from his ears.

He finally heard the sound of his heart that had been deceived for a long time.

The flowers are blooming.

Sanri Yuezong raised his head, and the water vapor finally condensed into water droplets, which slid down his eyelashes.

It turns out that I love you deeply, and you love me deeply.

After a messy lunch, Tokiya forced himself to go to the infirmary to sleep under Yukimura's meaningful eyes, and Bagata and Yaken pretended to say goodbye to several people, and walked around from the opposite direction. The big circle ran back to the infirmary.

When they arrived at the infirmary, Shi Ye had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the medicine research came relatively quickly, so they sat on the chair next to Shi Ye.

His eyes gently caressed his sleeping face, inch by inch, as if gazing at the most precious treasure, and the deepest love was hidden in the purple grape-like eyes.

He finally found his general.

At this time, Ba Xing came in.

His movements were shallow, he closed the door lightly, and carefully moved a chair to sit next to Shi Ye, Yaken squinted at Ba Xing, those golden eyes flashed a familiar expression.

Yao Yan touched his chin lightly, stretched his fingers in front of Ba Xing and snapped his fingers soundlessly.

Ba Xing raised his head and looked over impatiently, Yao Yan raised his chin at him, comparing his lips silently.

come with me.

The two came to the balcony of the infirmary, and Ba Xing, who was a step behind, gently closed the sliding door of the balcony.

"Don't be too complacent." After a long time, Yao Yan took out a piece of candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. The cool mint taste stimulated the nerves in his brain. He took a deep breath, "You and I are not the most trusted person of the general. .”

Ba Xing finally raised his eyelids and said coldly, "I will take this position."

"You can't replace it." Yao Yan shook his head slowly, with a firm tone, "You, me, anyone, or someone else, even the one who has been given the surname of the general, the so-called family of the general, no one can replace him .”

The boy turned his head and looked straight at Bagata, "Hasebe is called Yakiri Hasebe. He once belonged to Oda Nobunaga with me, and he is the most trusted person of the general."

The author has something to say:

Brushed a wave of fashionable value for the long legs.

Grandpa is Shi Ye's first love, and maybe also his last love.

So part of the reason Tokiya didn't leave Honmaru was that he liked and relied on his grandpa, and of course he trusted his long legs the most.

ps: Tsurumaru, I decided not to hack him, let him be a little angel.