Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

......

Three days later.

"Isn't this the five tigers? Are you today's valet?" Fox Nosuke jumped up the steps with a yellow-brown letter in his mouth, and greeted the five tigers who were guarding the gate of the castle tower politely.

"Is the Lord Judge still inside?"

"Yes... yes." Five Tigers retreated to catch the little fox in a hurry, and took the envelope into his hands, "Are you going to hand this letter over to Lord God Judge?"

"Well, this is the latest overall battle report, with a reply letter attached, please send it to your lord."

"......Yes!"

Foxanosuke watched the back of the little dagger trotting away, his tail slapped the ground, and sighed in his heart.

The adult woke up the day they picked him up, and he didn't react too much when he saw them. He just leaned against the window and opened his eyes, like a handful of water mist gathered on the window lattice, and he couldn't see the slightest aura.

They were a little embarrassed at the beginning, and they always felt guilty about wanting to repay their kindness. They just asked if they could help them replenish some spiritual power as the operating energy of the pill.The adult also agreed very readily, and after expressing his gratitude, he nodded his head directly to indicate that there was no problem, asked in detail how to use the spiritual power, and directly charged the core device of Honmaru.

During the whole process, the white-haired boy's expression was indifferent and calm, like slowly burning smoke, as if such a huge consumption of spiritual power was a trivial matter with a wave of his hand.

However, the Myriad Leaf Cherry Blossom suddenly bloomed in the courtyard, blooming enthusiastically and gorgeously, like a fluffy burning flame, which is enough to see how much spiritual nourishment it has received.

The superficial emptiness of Lord God Judge has been maintained until the Qingguang Temple in California. They introduced themselves "...back in time and space, to the historical battlefields of various eras, and the historical revisionists..." when.

As if being hit by a gust of wind and rain, the white-haired boy was stunned for a moment, his eye sockets tightened slightly, revealing the clear and light-colored ripples inside.

He spoke tremblingly with every syllable, and repeated, "...back in time and space? Is this what you just said?"

For a moment, Foxnosuke really felt that this adult was like a drowned man holding the last straw between his fingers.

The bright flames shining brightly in the snow were so eye-catching, it made people tremble.

The next thing went surprisingly smoothly, and that adult became their temporary god-inspector in this way, on the condition that he would get a chance to use the space-time teleportation device after that.Before the approval of the current affairs, the adult also agreed to be the power bank of Honmaru and stay for a while.

Everything went smoothly like a dream.

But today... Foxnosuke shook his head, hiding the worried look in his eyes.Honmaru's space-time teleportation device has always been able to transmit fixed historical battlefields, and occasionally opens up some special occasions, and most of the gods can't use these devices because of the danger. Other time points are unheard of.

I hope that adult can get his wish, it should also think of other means to keep people.

For such a stunning beauty, there must be one who looks like the mind of a god-judging adult. I don't believe that an adult with an inexperienced temperament can resist it.

Fox·Yankong's late stage·Nosuke snorted proudly, and even thought with some flattering joy.

This ice beauty charging treasure must belong to our family in the end!Oh yeah!

......

"knock knock"

"Please come in."

A clear and pleasant voice came from inside the room, Wuhu retreated and clenched his small fists, took a deep breath, and pushed open the gate of the castle tower.

"Judgment, Lord Judge, your letter—" He handed over a piece of letter paper with a blushing face, not daring to look up at the young man in front of the case, and mumbled, "It was sent by Mr. Foxnosuke just now." ..."

"Ah, please don't be so nervous...Just call me Lun Yue." Shenshang Shuo couldn't help showing his first soft smile these days.The child in front of him lowered his head, his trembling voice was soft and cute, only the top of his milky white hair was exposed, and there were a few tufts of curly hair that could not be suppressed.

This is too cute.

More importantly... the white-haired boy smiled and caught a white tiger cub that jumped into his arms, pinched the nape of his neck and carried it into his arms, holding it like a baby.

The five tigers retreated without tears, and hurriedly wanted to hug the little tiger who had been shuffled into cat cakes, "Ah! No, don't disturb the judge...Master Chu Yue!"

"Actually, it's okay not to add honorifics, Tui...Tui-chan, can I call you that?" Shen Shangshuo once again laughed sincerely.He could faintly feel those happy emotions elongated by the rewind, slightly emerging from the silent deep sea.

There is no other reason, this small and thin child is so similar to the little tiger raised by his family that one can't help but want to rub his head.

"It's ok... you can call yourself whatever you want." Infected by the young man's gentle emotions, Wu Hutui also showed a shy smile and sniffed in an unknown corner.

"Then..." Shenshang Shuo lightly raised the tiger cub that was rubbing against him, and asked in a gentle voice, "Can Tuijiang lend me this cutie first?"

He hooked the pale pink meat pad with his index finger, jokingly said, "I might be so nervous that I will cry in a while, if I want this little guy to accompany me, I really have to trouble myself."

"No, it's not troublesome." The white-haired dagger waved his hand quickly, looking like he wanted to stuff a little fluffy back.

He added enviously, "Mr. Yue Yue can hug you for as long as you want..."

Hmm, I really want to be patted on the head by the judge.

......

"..."

Shen Shangshuo gently closed the letter paper, and put it in the locked drawer in the lower left corner according to the creases.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The white-haired boy sighed softly, slowly lowered his head, buried his cheeks in the warm and soft belly of the tiger cub, exposing his fragile neck, and rubbed slowly as if wanting to absorb some heat.

Shen Shangshuo had a piece of ice in his heart, and he put it down and covered his heart tightly, but he didn't feel warmer. He was suddenly thrown into the ice and snow, but he didn't feel any worse. .

The reply from the Government of Time was also very clear, it was simply spreading the meaning on paper.They have this ability, but he is not qualified to allow them to use this precious power. He has to wait until he has made an "outstanding contribution" as a god judge before considering giving him such a chance.

As for outstanding contributions... Shenshang Shuo smiled wryly, in fact, it was no different from being sentenced to life imprisonment.

Even such a thin, unclear spider thread, he had to grab it desperately, begging for a chance to go ashore.

It's...torturous.

......

Honmaru's daily life is actually very simple, except for some complicated official documents, there are only daily classes.However, because Honosuke wanted to let him adapt to the environment quickly, even the daily class was omitted.

So most of Shenshang Shuo's time was free, sitting withered day after day, even looking at a branch of early cherry blossoms by the window, not to mention the coquettish posture, he could even count the number of petals on this branch Clearly.

In fact, he didn't do it intentionally. When the waves in his heart surged, he couldn't help counting, counting petals to kill some thoughts that shouldn't be there, and taking a breath when he got all the petals. It's just a kind of pastime. method.

However, this method is not feasible until now.On the transparent and bright cherry blossoms, it seemed that every stamen was dirty by his eyes, and the mud-like dirt flowed out from his heart, pressing heavily on the flower center, squeezing out the acid juice with a "tick-tick" .

Therefore, Mr. Shenshang, who was suppressed by a series of bad news and had not written for a long time, had no choice but to start his old profession of writing again.

With the sourness growing wantonly, he kicked off the pen cap with a "click", as if dipping in the mud in his heart, rubbing it down with the tip of the pen, and spreading some ridiculous words on the paper. .

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Mr. Morioka Yakumo is the best puppet maker in this small village.

His shop is hidden in the turning of the mountain forest, and it is only a dozen meters away along the gravel road.The blackened wooden house is like an old-fashioned face, with damp and stuffy moss on it, leaning against the foot of the mountain to breathe hard, and you can feel a rotten, disgusting musty smell when you get close.

Mr. Morioka likes puppet dolls.Especially the puppet dolls with light colors and smooth sanding.He once made up his mind to a white butterfly huddled in the corner, "Just wait and see, I will definitely be able to make a puppet that I like."

Although he was ashamed to swear by himself in ripped pajamas with a knotted waistband, he also defended himself in desperation and said, "Isn't it aspiration to be poor, it's poor."

In order to show that he is not a vulgar person who is obsessed with the momentary electric fire.Mr. Morioka was tamed by the warm atmosphere brought by his ambition, and he huddled in this rotting wooden house for a living, shutting himself out until the bad weather in October.

The extremely narrow rotting wooden box was already filled with light-colored dolls, especially white ones, like pure white rolls that had been beaten half wet all over the floor.

Some well-meaning neighbors, such as the mother-in-law who sells cakes across a stream, also took care of this rotten meat walking in the house with a pure and kind heart, and did not dislike Mr. Morioka's embarrassing words and deeds.

However, this kind old man just glanced at Mr. Morioka's window, and passed away holding his heart. The back of his head was almost pierced by the sharp stone under the wall. He lay there for half a month in a panic, never talking about the things in the house. .

In fact, it's nothing, it's just a puppet doll that is incomplete all over the place.

Mr. Morioka scratched the crazy long hair on his head, gulped down a mouthful of cool sushi, lightly cut off the last ties and courtship with the world, hid common words and sentences from publicity, and covered them in the cracks of wood to mold.

Until that young man appeared.