The Inauguration of the Inquisitor of the Gods [Comprehensive]

Granu was woken up by Yaoken, and the rare good sleep made her still a little dazed when she woke up.

Both Hotaru and Aizen Kunitoshi disappeared, and Mr. Cat also left.

Here are her and Yaoyan.

But Yaoyan's expression today made her feel very strange.

Whenever her gaze met Yaoken's, he would first look at her seriously, but soon turned his head away, with a very strange expression on his face.

Even if he tried to cover up every time, he would always show his feet if there were too many times.

Granose looked blankly at Yaoyan who turned his head away, and finally stretched out his hand to smear it on his face.

Hands are clean, nothing dirty.

It's just that she put the mobile phone in the room, and there is no reflective material, so she can only look at it.

During the period, several swordsmen passed by, their expressions were exactly the same as those of Yaoken, they all looked down and then lowered their heads.

Granu couldn't stand it any longer, and asked quickly.

But the answer is the same, all negative.

"Aluji is still radiant today."

"Hey, has something changed?"

"Aluchi is doing very well today."

"..."

Granu looked at them suspiciously, then left Yaoyan and ran to her room.

When she saw the mirror, she was stunned.

Who can tell her who is the man with the turtle painted on his face, the mirror frame, the two mustaches and the eyebrows connected between her? !

Without even thinking about it, Granu turned on the faucet directly, and washed her face with cold water without worrying whether her bangs would get wet.

From the sign that it was still clean after it was smudged around just now, she had an ominous premonition.

This premonition came true soon, and when the sugar wiped off the water on his face, the blackness on his face still didn't drop at all.

Can anyone tell her what kind of paint this is and why it can't be washed off at all!

Granu let out a wailing upstairs, the sound was so sad that people couldn't help but wonder what happened to the owner of the sound.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Even Tsurumaru couldn't help asking.

"Probably what he did was discovered." Guangzhong thought of the face of the sugar just now, and the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.

"Not at all, just wash it off."

Before the words fell, a loud bang was heard from the top.

The two looked at each other, immediately dropped what they were doing, and set off for the second floor.

The way from the kitchen to the second floor was a bit far away, and when the two arrived, the small room of Granose was already surrounded and impenetrable.

Tsurumaru and Mitsutada squeezed their way in.

Just watched Granu hide in the blanket, no matter how persuaded by the people around her, she refused to show up.

In the bathroom next to it, the sound of water droplets falling on the tiles was very obvious.

Walking in, the faucet was still violently dismantled. The water pipe that lost the switch caused a large amount of water to form a column of water to rush out. The pool cut out of marble below was also full, and most of it overflowed and fell. onto the tiled floor.

"Aluji, what happened?!" Hasebe knelt in front of Granose, staring at her in panic, not even knowing where to put his hands.

"It's nothing, you guys go back." Sandu's voice came from inside the blanket, muffled through the blanket.

"Is it because of the ink?" Hirano asked.

"Isn't it enough to just wash it off?" As one of the victims, Cattail naturally knew how to deal with it.

After a long time, the weak tone of the sugar came out from the blanket, the voice was so small that it was a little unreal: "It can't be washed off."

"Hey, what did you say?"

"I can't wash it off!" Sugar's voice was a little louder this time.

She doesn't even dare to show her eyes now.

Just pull it down a little, and the turtle on her forehead and her brows that turn into a line will be exposed.

"No way?!" Several victims couldn't believe it, obviously they were all cleaned off successfully.

But Sasuke's reaction didn't look like he was faking it.

Daojian, who had no idea for a moment, set his sights on Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru is also very strange, everyone is ink, why can't it be washed off by such a coincidence.

If there is nothing different, at most, a little ink was added before painting the sugar.

Wait, Tsurumaru was also stunned when he thought of this.

He exchanged a glance with everyone, carefully took out the inside of his sleeve, and after taking out the two bottles of ink, carefully checked the names and the amount of ink.

In the end, he himself discovered a fact that he didn't even want to admit.

Ah, the replacement bottle seems to be waterproof.

Hehehe, it's not really just how bloody it is.

Tsurumaru raised his head and looked around, feeling a little bewildered.

I never thought that when I looked up, I found that everyone was looking at him, and there was still some clarity in their eyes.

"..."

In the next second, Tsurumaru's eyes were filled with a strong desire to survive.

"..."

After a short period of silence, everyone unanimously began to find reasons and planned to leave the room.

Wait a minute, aren't we good comrades in arms? !

Even though Tsurumaru was calling for everyone, they didn't extend a helping hand to him, at best they just patted Tsurumaru's shoulder without saying anything.

Swordsman: In our hearts, Tsurumaru is now dead.

"Oh, it seems that I haven't finished some things in the show." Tsurumaru glanced at Granu, and also planned to run away.

"Wait a minute." Granu called out to him.

'San Tang didn't know when she had wrapped herself up, only her black eyes were exposed.

At that moment, Tsurumaru remembered the stimulation of the devil's candy eroding his mouth.

But compared to now, Tsurumaru felt that it would be better to eat devil candy.

Granu didn't have so many entanglements, but just reached out to him.

"What?" Tsurumaru froze for a moment.

Granose glanced at Tsurumaru slowly, and helped him add: "Of course it's ink, you don't think that this matter is over.

"Tsurumaru feels boring when he sees a whole body in white occasionally. It just happens to be another color, which is quite in line with your interests, isn't it?" Granu smiled very sweetly, even if others couldn't see it.

Ever since, when Tsurumaru went out, he also walked furtively against the wall.

And maybe for a long time to come, Tsurumaru will meet people in this way.

You know, Sasuke’s painting skills were taught by Bai Ze (laughs)

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In a few days, Lan came to visit Sa Tang again, and Sa Tang came to meet Lan wearing big sunglasses and a mask.

Seeing the well-armed figure of Granose coming from the door, Lan couldn't help being startled, and the teacup in his hand shook: "Is the cold really that serious?"

After hearing these words, Granu let go of the doorknob he was still holding, shook his head, and then immediately nodded without explaining, and walked straight to the sofa, and in Lan's puzzled expression, He sat down directly in front of him.

Hehe, it wasn't actually the cause of the cold, but the residual ink on her face.

God knows why this thing can't be washed off, and even with all her strength, she can barely wipe off a little trace.

It's also very frustrating.

As a result, the tea that Guangzhong handed over, Sugar thanked in a low voice, and did not drink it, but asked Lan, "What's the matter, I heard from Yaoyan that you came here before, what's the matter? "

Lan waved his hand and replied: "It's not a big deal, didn't you say you want to join the association before, that uncle sent me to train you."

"Training?" Granu tilted his head.

"Well," Lan nodded, put the teacup on the table, and folded his hands: "Since we want to join, we must complete the tasks assigned, but if we don't have the ability to protect ourselves, it will be very nerve-wracking."

"Well, what do I need to do?"

Lan didn't answer right away, but looked at Sa Tang worriedly, with uncertainty in his tone: "Are you okay now, why don't you rest for a while and I'll come to train you."

"No, let's start now, I'm almost fine." The girl's clear voice was firm.

"Really?" Lan bent her back slightly, stared at her from bottom to top, narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was locking on her prey, but her body, which was obviously a little boy, gave off an astonishing aura: "You have the confidence to accept the following A cruel trial?"

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Granose looked at Lan, nodded, and said in a positive voice, "I have no problem, I can start anytime."

Lan didn't reply, but continued to stare at Granu, as if he could see Granu's eyes through the sunglasses.

After a long time, Lan nodded in satisfaction, straightened her back, and handed the shopping bag in her hand to Granu: "Well, let's get ready to start now."

"Okay!" Granu wanted to take the bag in his hand, but he didn't expect Lan to move the bag away again.

He stretched out a finger and shook it left and right at the sugar: "No, no, no, it's not 'yes' but 'yes'"

Then Granose nodded half-understood.

"Yes!"

Only then did Lan hand the shopping bag to her in satisfaction: "Go and change it now."

Granu took it with both hands, and opened it to see that it was a brand new camouflage uniform.

"Eh?" Sasuke raised his head ignorantly, and looked at Lan in confusion.

She originally thought it would be entry-level attire or some kind of artifact, but she didn't expect it to be just a simple one.

Lan patted Sandon's shoulder and said, "This is a tradition left by a certain senior. It is said that if you wear this kind of clothes for training, you will be blessed with good luck in the future."

"Really?" Granu was still a little dubious.

"Really," Lan nodded affirmatively: "I didn't believe it before, but I was rescued by the flower planter's god judge wearing that dress before. According to him, I have a sense of intimacy."

"Hey, it turns out that we also have a god judge from a flower planter here. It's amazing."

After hearing this sentence, Lan nodded proudly: "Of course, and the ability of the god-scrutiny from the flower planter is first-class."