God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The author has something to say: I would like to dedicate this series of episodes to every little angel who irrigates me with nutrient solution and throws mines~

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This episode is a strange product written after listening to Taoyuan Love Song. I stopped in time because I felt that the follow-up trend was weird. Please don’t link the little angels who clicked in with the main text. If you feel that the writing is not good... then forgive me =v=

"Then it's my turn again today, sleep-dang-fan~"

Baiyi Taidao happily jumped into the dormitory of the interrogator with his quilt in his arms.

Ever since they discovered that the god-judgers always had trouble sleeping, the fusangshens consciously established a system to urge the god-judgments to go to bed on time. Tsurumaru nicknamed it "Sleeping Dangban", and the person on duty can reduce the number of intermissions once.

However, after the god judge promised to sleep well, it became a benefit to be close to the owner. It was no longer necessary to be vigilant at all times for the god judge to disappear suddenly in the middle of the night as before.

"It's your turn again? Time flies so fast." The judge put away his pen and rolled it up after the ink on the paper dried. After doing all this, he smiled and looked up at him.

The inquisitor in the bedroom was dressed casually as usual, three or four buttons on the chest of the floor-length robe were undone, exposing the beautiful lines of the collarbone and chest, and two red-crowned cranes crossing their necks were embroidered on the front of the robe.

"I haven't seen you wear this dress," Tsurumaru put the quilt and pillow on the bed, "It just so happens that today is also a crane—such a small coincidence in life is always easy to make people happy."

The judge just smiled, watching the other party pat the pillow contentedly, and then wandered over to study the embroidery pattern on the clothes.

"I have long felt that it is too monotonous to wear uniforms that are always the same for thousands of years. When can I change clothes and what do I want to wear?"

"Ordinary clothes can't withstand your fighting methods, and they will be scrapped once. Where do you find so many clothes to change on the battlefield?"

"You still care about this? You are stingy." Tsurumaru touched the bright red top and stood up and complained, "When you spend money elsewhere, you are lavish, but you don't want to buy important team uniforms, how sad they are to hear ah."

"Who are you talking about? Hasebe, Yakuken or Candlestick Cut?" The examiner flicked his forehead in a funny way, not hard, like a slightly heavier touch, "They won't be sad, as long as it is a legitimate request, I've always been there for you. You're the only one who does something bad now and then, huh?"

"Is it just me? No way." Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes enjoying this kind of intimacy, "I know a lot of things."

"What do you know now?" The interrogator laughed and stopped asking, "Do you drink? There is a good wine delivered today, and only you know for the time being."

"Drink!" Tsurumaru's eyes sparkled immediately, there were too many alcoholics in this pill, and his sense of smell and intuition were still very keen, if he didn't get there early, he might not even be able to get anything.

The inquisitor stood up and closed the window, lit a candle and extinguished the headlight, then took out two small jars and a pair of translucent crystal cups from the cabinet, and placed them on the small table in the middle of the sofa.

— Definitely a good wine.

Seeing the demeanor of the god judge, Tsurumaru cheered in his heart, he made a profit by coming here today, such special treatment is rare.

The sealing mud of one of the small jars was smashed and taken off by the god judge, and a sweet fragrance rushed out with an unstoppable posture as the lid was lifted, and it carried the unique slightly drunk smell of fine wine in the air wantonly crash.

"Smells good." Tsurumaru said in surprise.

No wonder you have to close the windows, otherwise they will definitely smell it. To be honest, even closing the windows is probably useless now, because the aroma is too offensive.

The appraiser was also a little surprised, he only hesitated for a moment, and decisively released his spiritual power to surround the room, forming an airtight barrier, locking the fragrance firmly inside.

"Well……"

The familiar spiritual power filled the air, and Tsurumaru couldn't help squinting his eyes with an expression of enjoyment. He felt that he was already drunk, and the spiritual power of the god judge could make him relax more than any good wine. The warm and comfortable feeling added The sweetness of wine is simply a supreme enjoyment for the senses.

"A little more spiritual power?" The insatiable crane asked bluntly, "I like this."

The examiner curled his lips and controlled it to release a little more. Seeing this guy who always has endless energy curled up comfortably and softly on the sofa like a cat that has sucked on succulents is indeed very fulfilling.

He seldom poured about a quarter of the bright red liquid into the crystal cup, and the taste was sweeter than ordinary wine. Jing Mo raised his eyebrows and shook the cup gently to distinguish the ingredients.

"I want to smell too—" Tsurumaru lazily turned over and shouted towards this side.

Jing Mo handed over the wine cup, watched the other party rub against the side of the coffee table with an intoxicated face and could not help reminding: "Don't get drunk before drinking."

"No." Tsurumaru replied, "I drink very well."

He just let himself be immersed in this high concentration of spiritual power, and his consciousness is still very clear.

The judge didn't say anything more, he added some wine to himself and opened the second jar of wine. The smell of this jar of wine was not strong, and the color was as clear as water. It has a cloud-like color.

Satisfied, he put down the wine cup, and when he looked up, he saw that Tsurumaru had already taken a big sip of his cup, and his face turned red instantly.

"This wine is to be drunk." Jing Mo sighed and brought the glass over, "Don't you think it's too strong?"

"Hey?"

Shocked by the strong taste of the wine, Fu Sangshen asked blankly.

"These two kinds of wine should be paired together to show the best flavor. Drinking this one alone is too rich and colorful, and the aftertaste will be more meaningful after being adjusted." Clear your mouth with water, and drink again."

Tsurumaru's alcohol capacity was as good as he said, and after the two of them drank about half of the stock, they felt a little drunk. The judge decided to take it as soon as it was good, and ruthlessly sealed the rest Into the cupboard.

"I can still drink, I won't get drunk—" Fu Sangshen, who felt particularly happy, couldn't help but want to drink some more coquettishly.

"No, if you drink any more, you won't be able to fall asleep. Aren't you here to stay on duty?" The judge coldly rejected him, "Come and help me change my clothes."

Tsurumaru went to the cupboard to look through the pajamas of the god in disappointment, but the spiritual power that wrapped him warmly has not been withdrawn, which made him feel the joy of being pampered, which is more satisfying than drinking good wine .

Picking from left to right, he found a white pajamas also embroidered with crane patterns, and Tsurumaru walked over to change his master's clothes in satisfaction.

If there is someone to help, the god judge will generally not do it himself. Although it is not impossible for him to do it by himself, no one thinks that this habit is bad and must be corrected.

As our master, it doesn't matter what such a trivial matter, he can do as he wants.

Tsurumaru unbuttoned the row of pearl buttons from top to bottom for the man who was more than ten centimeters taller than him. As expected, there was only a pair of soft gauze trousers inside, with bare feet, and the skin exuded the clean aroma after bathing.

Fu Sangshen couldn't help stretching out a finger to press on the textured body, feeling the unique warmth and elasticity of human beings, and his thoughts spread out according to the touch. If he can split such a body, then he must It's an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

No, I got a little excited thinking about it this way.

Tsurumaru quickly suppressed this dangerous thought, and quickly changed the interrogator into his pajamas.

"What are you thinking about?" The inquisitor rubbed the white head that was always full of whimsical thoughts: "Go to sleep after washing."