After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

Sanriyue seemed to have fought hard while I was in a coma. Although there were no wounds on his body, his clothes were a little messy, as if he had been artificially pulled and torn, but what caught my attention was the expression on his face.

He would also frown.I may have been in a coma for too long and lost my mind. After staring at him for a while, I stretched out my hand to caress his face with the courage I don't know where I came from, and smoothed his wrinkled face bit by bit with my fingertips. Brows, mobilizing the returning spiritual power in his body to repair several scratches and smoke marks on the side of his face.

"My lord." I came back to my senses and hurriedly withdrew my hand, only to see him showing a familiar gentle smile, and I pulled me into his arms with my hands together.

Are you soothing me?I smelled something burnt on his body that was different from the familiar light fragrance, and when I raised my head slightly, I saw the half-destroyed wooden wall and the somewhat familiar gray-black dust piled up on the floor.

Are those flowers left after they were burned?I touched my dry clothes to confirm that I had worn two properly, but my body was still cold from the inside out. After seeing the pattering rain and the dark sky outside, I still indulged myself Leaning her head on his shoulder, she even grabbed his front and moved closer.

"Those flowers can create hallucinations and make people hallucinate, and they seem to be related to the monsters on our road." He patted my back lightly comfortingly, and narrated the incident peacefully: "Last night I heard the Lord Call me, but it was still a step late, but fortunately, you woke up shortly after you burned all those flowers."

Can create such a real illusion, is it because those flowers are too powerful, or I can't forget what happened before until now?I thought I had forgotten it, but whether it was the illusion just now or the clear memories that kept appearing in my mind, it all proved that I didn't, and I was still afraid and wanted to escape.

The sound of the rain outside is getting louder, and the raindrops are dripping down the damaged eaves, and soon a puddle is formed in the corner of the wall. There is a drizzle blowing in with the wind in the gap, and it falls on the hands just like in the illusion Cold and wet.

I couldn't suppress the trembling, tears kept gushing from my eyes.It is not so much that I hate rainy days as it is that I am afraid of rainy days. The humid air reminds me of the water droplets all over the walls of the small toilet cubicle, the burning pain of being pressed into the water and unable to breathe, and the large swaths of cold rain The feeling of being hit on the skin is almost the same as the feeling of being poured head-on by sewage.

"...It's so cold." The desperate coldness that froze the heart when the clothes were taken off, the coldness of being forced to look at the bloodstains all over the ground standing in the rain, even if you put on one long gown after another, you can't resist the coldness that belongs to you. Rainy days of the past.

"My lord." I heard him call me, and he stroked my hair with his fingers, then slid along the roots of my hair, and held half of my face by my ear, passing on the warmth that made me extremely greedy.

"What should I do...?" I remembered what he said that day, and I felt dependent and nostalgic. I tried my best to stop crying and grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked in a low voice.

He didn't answer my question directly, but picked me up and put me on the ground, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and held my hand in the form of interlocking fingers: "How about going to the noodle restaurant across the street to have some hot soup first?"

I nodded blankly, not understanding what he meant, but I followed his footsteps step by step.

Walking through the stairs with burn marks, stepped on piles of gray and black dust, and went downstairs, he took out a large dark blue paper umbrella from nowhere, and propped it up under the eaves just enough to cover both of us. Everyone is involved.

"I heard from Candlestick that it is suitable to drink sweet ginger soup on rainy days, while Crane Maru said that it is more interesting to eat ginger directly, and Xiaohu Wan thinks that fried tofu is suitable for any occasion." His spiritual power has returned to normal, and his demeanor is like that of the Heianjing nobles written in the book. He is elegant in his own way, but his words are very down-to-earth: "But I think Tsukimi Udon is also a good choice. The Lord thinks How can it be better?"

This is a question worth thinking about. The sweet ginger soup made of brown sugar and minced young ginger can warm people up with a sip, and it also has a special sweet taste.The deep-fried tofu is delicious when eaten while it is still hot, but the taste of Tsukimi Udon is also irreplaceable. Raw eggs are beaten on the hot noodle soup, whether it is eaten with egg liquid or egg Stirred egg flower is extremely delicious.

As for the option of eating ginger directly, you can skip it directly.

When I reached the entrance of the restaurant, I finally came to a conclusion: "Well, let's meet Tsukimi Udon."

"Hahahaha, very good, very good." He laughed, turned his head to meet the man who seemed to be the owner of the shop: "I also invite two bowls of moonlight udon."

I suddenly forgot that I asked him some questions in the first place, but now...it's not cold at all. I turned my head to look up at his particularly beautiful side face, and then looked down at our still holding hands , I remembered that when he first came to Honmaru, he took me out of the boundless drizzle silently with an umbrella in the same way, allowing me to overcome the obstacle of speaking.

If anything, it's holding hands.Does this mean that you like me a little bit?Whether it is the general liking of the elders for the younger generation, or something else, there is a little bit of liking, right?After experiencing the illusion, I seemed to be much more daring than before, and I actually speculated and guessed his thoughts like this.

I bit my lower lip, troubled by my own thoughts, and thought about it for a while, inexplicably thinking of the girl I met at the end of the illusion, and the accidental kiss that caused her to change from a dog to a human.

kiss.My breath was stagnant, and after subconsciously touching my lips, I felt a guilty conscience for no reason.

But, but, but I can be sure that my liking for Sanriyue has not changed. The liking I want to be close to that person is different from the liking for Sanriyue.

I... I want to be friends with that person?I was so shocked by my own thoughts that I only absent-mindedly ate the noodles under the reminder of Sanriyue after a while.

What does she think of me?Will we meet again?What should I do next time we meet?I don't know how to make friends, and I don't know how to get along with friends. After I go back, I will go to Wanwu to see if there are any books that teach how to make friends. Is it a better choice?

Shouldn't she be afraid of her like Shizumi Nakamura and the others?I took small bites of the udon noodles, feeling surprisingly calm.

The answer is not to be afraid, maybe because she saved me in an extremely dangerous environment, or maybe because her attitude towards me is too gentle, maybe there is no reason, I just want to get close to her purely and instinctively, and want to be with her She was a friend, even though what the word friend signifies is still hazy to me.

Alice, Megga, I drank the fresh and salty soup with egg flowers floating in it, and I repeated her name in my heart... Sure enough, I was still a little guilty, obviously I didn't do anything?

I looked up at Sanriyue, he turned his head sharply and met my eyes, a new moon appeared, so beautiful that it was shocking.

Feeling more guilty?

I decided to say something to ease this strange feeling of guilt.

"That, that, noodles, noodles are delicious."

"Well, yes." He frowned and stared straight at me.

The enigmatic guilty conscience turned into the familiar racing heart and flushed face.

"My lord." He suddenly approached.

"The corner of his mouth is stained with soup." The slightly rough fingertips brushed the corner of his lips, and he straightened up as if nothing had happened, and nodded.

I froze on the spot for a few seconds, then slowly raised my hand to cover my face, which was probably completely pink.

Too foul.

After a long time, I let go of my hand, and saw light and light sunlight cast on the table through the half-open door. Following the path it came from, I leaned forward and looked up. Such as washing, showing a kind of clarity that is hard to draw.

I smell the fresh, moist smell of earth and grass mixed together after the rain.

"The rain has stopped." He spoke a short sentence fluently.

"Very good, very good." He raised his hand and touched my head.

Bad things always happen to me when it rains, until I came to this Honmaru and met him.

The crescent moon in his eyes can be seen even on rainy days.

"If you drink tea now." I tried my best to make my voice clear and steady: "I will definitely do it. See, the tea stalk is standing upside down."

The good luck that he gave me the tea stem that stood upside down in the tea that day is still there to this day.

The author has something to say:

Sanriyue: Of course I choose to stay away from her.

Do not doubt this sincere friendship!Hold high the banner of the male protagonist of Sanriyue for 100 years.

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