God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The lunch meeting to welcome the newcomers was held very successfully, although after seeing the staffing of the entire Honmaru, the expression of the knee was inevitably cracked, and he held his head and muttered to himself for a long time, "This is different from what I thought" or something like that , but after being hugged and comforted by Hikakiri for 1 minute, he cheered up at the speed of light.

Then what really healed him was the delicious barbecue. The food that the examiner found from nowhere was rich in meat, fat and thin, and there was no need to add oil when grilling. The fat itself was enough to soak the whole body of the meat. The flavor of the meat itself is preserved, and the tempting aroma diffuses in the air with the warmth of the charcoal fire.

"Brother, this meat tastes very good." Knee Maru desperately squeezed the meat into the mustache bowl, "This and this, it's not greasy at all, it's the type you like, ah, and this short rib, it's honey sauce Soaked, is also your favorite taste."

"Ah, you should eat more too." Higiri accepted all his brother's kindness, the bowl in front of him was piled up high, and his eyes with his chin propped up as if looking at a child made Hasebe next to him inexplicable Feeling full without eating, in the end he could only change places with Mutsu Mamoru with a green face.

"Hmm... What kind of meat are these?" Ge Xian analyzed while flipping the meat on the charcoal fire with long chopsticks, "Some have long texture and toughness, like the meat of wild animals, while others have a rich taste. The fat distribution is very beautiful, it should be bred..."

"Eat it quickly," Xiao Ye urged him softly, "That piece of meat is almost cooked."

He doesn't know much about cooking, but this time the food box is the same four-layer mother-of-pearl lacquer box as before, and it looks very spectacular when it appears at the door in a tall stack. The meat must be very expensive if it can be served in such a box, and it will be wasteful. What a pity.

The lively barbecue meeting lasted until the afternoon, and everyone started to pack their things. Kiyomitsu took the Genji brothers to choose a room to store their luggage, and found that there were clothes and bedding for two people in the bundle of Kagemaru without any surprise.

"The basic supplies are all ready, and the sanitation is always cleaned." Kiyomitsu was fiddling with his nails while watching Kemaru running around to pack his clothes diligently, "If you need to go to Manya, just talk to Mutsu Mamoru, if you want Our company is also very welcome. Dinner is usually at [-]:[-] pm. If the master has arrangements such as going out, he will announce it after dinner. In the end... the master is usually in the room. The current servants are me and Yaken, I am not used to it You can find us anywhere, is there any question?"

"Hmm...is it gone?" Higaki raised his head and thought for a while before making a question.

Kagemaru also shook his head. Although he had a lot of questions to ask, the seemingly ignorant California Kiyomitsu was not a suitable target.

"Then do you want me to accompany you to visit the Honmaru now? Or do you want to take a break?"

"Let's do it ourselves." The two brothers looked at each other, and Keimaru replied a little embarrassed.

"OK." California Kiyomitsu gestured and left, not unhappy at being rejected because of good intentions, this pair of brothers had a lot of stories at first glance, and he planned to go and ask Yaken what's going on with Tsurumaru.

Maybe it was because he was too full. After making the bed, he found that Higakiri had fallen asleep leaning against the door, with a white suit casually placed under his body, his head tilted to one side, and his soft hair followed his shallow breathing. Whisk.

"...Brother." Knemaru sighed and picked him up, gently placed him on the dry and fluffy quilt, pulled his own quilt to cover him, and then quietly curled up beside him as he did more than 1000 years ago, looking at him With faces similar to but different from their own.

"No! It's not as scary as you think, I can swear it!" Tsurumaru, who was forced to the corner, said frantically, "Why don't you ask Smiley, isn't he very good at such topics!"

The two servants looked at each other and silently ignored the question.

"Higakiri's hands are a little light and heavy, just don't close hands with him casually." Tsurumaru, who gained a little space, was very depressed, "What have you learned, Kiyomitsu? Scaring is not used like this."

"I'm a child born in the lower reaches of the river, so I'm already familiar with these things." Qing Guang, who has recently been so obsessed with bloody literature that he is willing to stay up for two days in a row, is very disapproving of this. After the relationship between Foxmaru and Sankaiyue turned black, Xiao Xwen, who abused his body and heart, is immersed in terrible delusions about the Genji brothers.

"Kyomo already knows what you should know, I don't think you need to worry at all," Tsurumaru shook his finger, "If you don't start the game, you will know everything, and it is necessary to keep a certain amount of surprises, don't you two have a little desire to protect? too strong?"

Taking advantage of the momentary shake of the two, Tsurumaru quickly slipped away from the gap on the side. In order to avoid being caught by these two people again, it is better to find a safe place to hide.

So when the god judge appeared at night, it was not surprising that he was accompanied by a crane that followed suit. After the dinner, the god judge announced the news that Tsurumaru Kuninaga had recovered and returned to the team, and received sincere applause from everyone except the valet.

"Then there is still a little change." The judge propped his cheek with his left hand, and put his right hand on the armrest on the other side. "In the future, the normal team will be arranged by the valet. I only decide whether to go out together."

He shook his head at Yaoken who was about to open his mouth, and continued: "If you are not familiar with the situation on the front line, you can ask experienced people. Tsurumaru, Qingjiang, Tokiri, and Knemaru can all give you good advice. I suggest that many of your companions will come to Honmaru in the future, and I hope that you can understand and grow up through battles."

"If you don't like fighting and don't know why you are fighting, don't worry," the judge didn't forget to turn his head to appease the one who hadn't fought before: "Your life will be long, I hope you find the meaning of living for yourself .”

"About Honmaru's internal affairs, according to the "Handbook for Judges" distributed by the current affairs, you must do farming and raising horses. Tomorrow I will replace the shikigami who are in charge of these two tasks to other places. Candidates for this task are also handed over to the attendant for arrangement."

"The last is the candidate for the close servant. Tsurumaru discussed with me in the afternoon. This position should provide more people with the opportunity to exercise. Then for a period of one month, two people will rotate in groups. The next group will be Smiling Qingjiang and Yaki. Hasebe."

After making a series of decisions almost arbitrarily, the judge left calmly, leaving a room full of Fu Sangshen who couldn't react, not including Hasebe who had begun to smile in confusion, and who never thought that he would Tsurumaru who was betrayed to top the pot.

"You're quite capable, Tsurumaru." Yaken said with a smile, "I said I couldn't find you in the afternoon, but you did such a big thing secretly."

"Let's have a heart-to-heart talk." Qing Guang's face seemed to be hidden in the black mist, "Go to my room, aren't you curious about where I learned the knowledge?"

"Surprises need to be preserved. It would be better not to tell me so bluntly—the chain is about to break...ahem..."

"It's so lively," Higiri said in confusion, "I always feel like it wasn't like this before?"

"Brother, when we were still in Honmaru, the situation was at its most tense, and it wasn't so easy, so it's normal to feel strange." Knemaru explained softly, that at that time, battles would break out at any time, whether it was the judge or Fu The gods of death are constantly dying, and luckily returning to Honmaru just means that a new battle is about to start, so the atmosphere is far from being so lively.

"Hmm... I can't remember, forget it, then do you want to go to the hot spring?" Mustache dragged a wooden basin from nowhere, and stared expectantly at his younger brother who never refused.

"Of course no problem, brother!"

"See you tomorrow then."

After saying goodbye to each other, the sliding door was closed, the footsteps of the knives went away, and the living room became a temporarily closed small space. After returning from the bath, Hikari fell down on the futon with a blush on his cheeks and rolled around: "Humans are really very I will enjoy it, I just thought the water was annoying before, but I didn’t expect that soaking in a hot spring is so comfortable.”

"Because we are swords, we can rust if we get wet with water, there is nothing we can do about it," Kagemaru untied his belt and changed into new pajamas, "If brother likes, we can often go to soak."

"Okay...bring me my clothes," Hidekiri muttered softly, "Why did you draw your sword today, brother Maru?"

Kagemaru's hands froze for a moment, and he turned his head quickly.

"Are you afraid that I will hurt him and kill him?" Mustache lifted his head from the pillow and said with a smile, "No, when I saw him, I thought he was the type you would like."

"No, brother..." Kenmaru has a lot to say. As the war enters a period of checks and balances, Shizheng's control over Sangshen is constantly increasing, because his brother has been sealed back to his original state more than once when he tried to interrogate the gods. , but every time he was sealed, the madness in his golden pupils became more intense after the seal was unsealed.

The spiritual power circuit on his body is getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of the net being tightened gradually makes people panic. If one day he can no longer fight, what can he use to protect his brother?

This time is... an opportunity that was won with great difficulty. If one day my brother hurts this god judge, there will probably be no next time. Is he strong enough to be our master?

——At least his Fu Sangshen is sharp enough and strong enough. If you can take precautions and doubts about this, please bet on me, because I will never leave my brother again.

These words rolled over from the tip of his tongue one after another, but he didn't utter a single sound. He just sighed softly, changed into the pajamas and covered the quilt for his brother who was so sleepy and dazed: "I just... Take it easy on you."

The light was turned off, and the intimate breath lay down beside him. After a rustling movement, the familiar sound of breathing sounded—the other party fell asleep.

Hidekiri opened his eyes, his light golden pupils were extraordinarily bright under the moonlight, he struggled to get a hand out from under the quilt, and gently stroked his brother's soft hair.

"Don't be afraid, Knee Maru."

Nothing you fear will ever happen.

"Ah———Yakuken! Is Yaken here——!"

It was the moment when the morning light was twilight, and the hallway was stretched all the way with the screams of the sliding door. The awakened Yaoyan sat up with a bang, and his brain, which was not fully awake, was running slowly trying to think. What happened, the sliding door of the bedroom was slammed open with a bang.

"Brother, he doesn't feel well!" With a terrified expression, Kemaru picked up a dagger with his left hand and picked up the clothes next to him with his right hand, then turned around and rushed out, leaving the two sleepy-eyed Awataguchi to look at each other.

Ah... never have I realized the difference between a short sword and a big sword so clearly for a moment.

Yaken who was caught by his side and ran wildly thought with a blank expression.

Hidekiri looked at the ceiling a little blankly, the burning sensation coming from his body was so strange, although he didn't feel pain, it always interfered with his concentration from time to time, making him unable to analyze what happened to him for a while.

"Brother!" Lamen suffered the second serious injury this morning, and Keimaru appeared behind the door panting, he put down Yaoken, and then walked lightly to Higaki's side: "Is there anything else?" Feel and change?"

"You're back? There's no change, it's exactly the same as before." Mustache turned his gaze back to his younger brother's face, replied softly, and then honestly described his abnormal feelings to Yaoken.

Damn... what the hell happened!Kemimaru clenched his fist tightly, he saw his elder brother's paler cheek than usual, and heard his voice a little softer than usual, he was angry and panicked.

Obviously it will get better soon, and I won't have to bear so much...

His eyes were sore uncontrollably, he hastily covered them with his hands, not wanting his elder brother to see his distressed appearance.

"Okay, be a good boy," Hakiri took his hand, "I don't think there will be any problem, don't cry."

"I... didn't cry!" Knemaru stubbornly held his brother's hand back, and retorted in a nasal voice.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just indigestion."

"what?"

This rhetorical question came from the quartet of Katsumaru, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, California Kiyomitsu and Smiling Qingjiang. The fusangshen who were awakened along the way stood at the door and looked at each other.

"Digestion. Detoxification." Yao Yan looked indifferently at Genji Chongbao, who was performing a scene of brotherly love, and emphasized the pronunciation.

"Did you eat too much barbecue yesterday? Go to bed immediately when you're full, and you didn't reduce the portion of dinner, and did you go to the hot spring for a long time right after that?" Yaken sighed and folded his clothes into his arms. Li: "Higakiriden, bad living habits can lead to illness, don't you know?"

"Oh, I've already said there's nothing wrong with it." Hidekiri blinked innocently.

"Then...do you need to take some medicine..." Xiwan murmured in a low voice after experiencing the process of blushing.

"We are the gods of swords and swords. If we have indigestion, we can just take a break and go out for a couple of laps. We are not human." Yaken, who was habitual to fix his glasses, fumbled, "Don't abuse drugs."

"...I'm really sorry, it's because I clipped too much for my brother yesterday..." Knemaru explained while bowing in embarrassment,

"Woke you up so early."

"Where, it's worth it for us who heard the famous lines of the Knee Maru Palace early in the morning." The smiling Qing Jiang covered his mouth and yawned, and walked slowly to his bedroom.

"Then, I'll go back to my room too..."

"No."

Tsurumaru, who was about to escape, was grabbed by the hood by Kiyomitsu: "It's already dawn, you should go to farm, you can hurry back and have breakfast."

Tsurumaru, who was tortured by Kiyomitsu's strange little X text for half the night, wailed silently, but was dragged away obediently.

Kemararu, who watched everyone go away, slowly closed the sliding door, and finally couldn't help crying out in grief when he turned around and saw Hidekiri with innocent eyelashes flickering.

"Brother!"