The Inauguration of the Inquisitor of the Gods [Comprehensive]

"Let's change to another set. I don't think it's good to wear this one."

"But this is everyone's default clothes. It's more suitable for a novice like Aluji, and it's also very cute."

Granose shook his head, and said: "That's not what it means, the main reason is that the ex has been wearing something similar to this..."

If she wears it, will it bring back bad memories for them.

Sato didn't finish the words behind, but Qingguang already understood.

"It doesn't matter." His eyes were slightly bright, and there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows: "Because the person wearing it is Aluji."

"However," Grano still hesitated, her arms contracted, and wrinkles appeared on her clothes.

"Is it that Luji has no confidence in himself, and in other words, are we so fragile in Luji's heart?"

"No, how can I be so witty and cute without confidence."

Although the mouth is still running the train, but the heart is inevitably a little cowardly.

"Hey, then, Alu, please change quickly. If this goes on like this, let alone breakfast, you'll be late when you go out." Qingguang diverted Granu's attention in a timely manner.

Noticing the time, Sa Tang exclaimed, and regardless of whether she was wearing any clothes or not, she wished she could get under the covers and change on the spot.

But the shame in her heart would not allow her to do so.

He changed his clothes at the fastest speed in the past few years, and the clothes that were obviously a bit difficult to handle at ordinary times were very smooth now, and before he had time to check, Granose immediately jumped out of the door.

"Let's go." Hastily put on the backpack that was packed last night, and ran towards the door.

Unexpectedly, Qing Guang grabbed the backpack and dragged him back in the next moment.

"Although the time is urgent, you still have to dress up cutely." Qingguang somewhat disagreed with Sato's actions.

So Granose took some time to straighten the sleeves, the ruffles on the skirt, and the collar, and originally planned to leave the room.

In the end, Qing Guang pulled her to the cushion and combed the two buns.

The little girl's face was originally round, and she still had a pair of almond eyes, which would turn into crescent moons when she smiled. Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her bangs were softly attached to her forehead, which made people want to pinch them.

With this hairstyle, her already tender face has suddenly become much younger.

Granu looked at herself in the mirror, but felt very melancholy.

Let's just say, I've been dead for so long, and now I'm still bluffing and deceiving with this face, it's not feminine at all.

Qing Guang was quite satisfied, staring at Sa Tang's face for a long time, and finally squeezed it in satisfaction.

"Well, the contrast between dressing up and usual is quite big."

I'm so sorry.

In addition to dressing up, I was dissed about my own taste.

What's wrong with sweatpants, what's wrong with white T, why do you dislike it so much.

But it turns out that everyone really dislikes the usual dress up of the sugar.

As soon as I walked downstairs, there was no scene of secretly worrying, but I was greatly welcomed by everyone.

As the saying goes, the early bird gets the worm.

When I get up early for morning exercises or when I am a swordsman, I will definitely go up and touch the head of the sugar, pinch the cheeks or stuff some snacks or something.

Along the way, Granose worked very hard to keep her hairstyle from being messed up.

She also contributed her cheeks, which turned bright red when she reached the kitchen.

"Would you really like to dress up?" Sasuke asked involuntarily, rubbing her slightly sore cheeks.

"Aluji still needs to pay more attention to dressing up." Qing Guang suggested from the side.

"Hmph, they are all visual animals." Granu turned his head away and ignored it.

They will not understand their own unique style.

Until the time of departure, Guangzhong stroked the head of the sugar and said that when he came back at night, he would make pineapple buns.

Small pink flowers sprouted around her.

If there is such a benefit, she will bring Luan and Qingguang to match her every day.

Forget it, come once every two or three days, it is really tiring to do it every day.

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Using the conversion device, Granose, Lan and his party were teleported to an office.

Dilapidated and shabby, what else could it be if it wasn't the old uncle's room.

Not enough, there are a few new faces in the office this time.

The hot young lady sitting on the sofa.

A man in a suit and tie leaning against the window.

There was also the boy who was talking to the secretary with his face covered.

Yuanko Murakami was looking at the nails in her hand, and suddenly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power around her, and complained: "It's too slow."

"Isn't this the agreed time?" Lan pointed to the clock directly above and gestured.

"It's also a kind of ability to be able to pinch the Tao just right every time." Jun Imai added from the side.

"Concession, concession." Lan nodded, taking this sentence as a compliment.

Anyway, there is nothing good to say about this guy.

"A newcomer, she's a little sister." Yuanko Murakami folded her arms and turned her head, bypassing Lan's figure, looking at Granu with her brown eyes, she shook her hand with one free hand.

Sugar also stretched out and shook.

Seeing that the little sister also responded, she turned her head contentedly.

"I didn't expect that there are still newcomers who are willing to join now, and their spiritual power can still pass the review." Jun Imai pushed his glasses that were slightly slippery.

Now those with a little purer spiritual power are willing to go to other departments, at least there is more lucrative.

The rest of the crooked melon cracked dates wanted to come in, but the uncle held the threshold firmly.

He didn't even know when was the last time a newcomer joined.

"It's not because of my charm." The uncle raised his head proudly, feeling very real.

If a few people in the office don't understand.

"Cut," Murakami Yuanzi sneered immediately, and continued: "Although uncles and lolita are popular now, they are also looking for handsome or well-educated uncles. How can it be your turn? Raza is obsessed with the waste materials of matching games every day, don't think that your code name is Uncle because you can really pick up loli."

"The speech is still as incisive as ever." The uncle with many arrows on his body was weeping with lasagna, and turned to seek comfort from the secretary.

"Ah," the secretary said softly with a professional smile, "Yuanzi, sometimes it's better not to tell the truth, after all, the finishing touches are very troublesome."

Miss Secretary's make-up knife made the uncle completely sluggish, and he lay on the ground unwilling to get up.

Seeing the uncle lying on the floor unwilling to get up, a smile appeared on the corner of Yuanzi's mouth, she raised her head lazily, and met the secretary's eyes.

In fact, she was the one who bullied the most.

Granu looked at the uncle with sympathy. He was clearly the manager, but he was at the bottom of the food chain.

"Are you scared?" Lan asked, looking at Granu's gaze.

Granose shook his head, looked at Lan calmly: "Not really."

In fact, it is not difficult to see the ending from the uncle's temper.

"Ahem, it's almost time to get ready to go." Jun Imai coughed and reminded.

"Which Honmaru are you going to this time?" Lan asked.

Hearing Lan's question, everyone was more or less surprised.

"Hey, no way, people who think things are troublesome every day will ask questions." Yuanzi opened her eyes wide, and then laughed.

"Isn't there a newcomer here, you have to take care of it." Lan spread his hands and shrugged.

"It's even more abnormal." Imai Jun directly dismantled the stage.

Those who were present and in the know all laughed without saying a word, watching the show quietly.

"Tsk." Facing the others, Lan didn't have such a good temper, and urged: "Quickly explain, we're leaving soon."

Knowing that Lan was in a hurry, they stopped teasing.

Imai Jun shifted his gaze to Granose, cleared his throat, and began to explain: "Let me just say, we will send two people to Anqian Honmaru this time. , you can go directly to Honmaru for cleaning.”

"Of course, you should understand what I mean by cleaning up."

Sugar nodded.

"Usually we are led by Honosuke. After the mission is over, you need to upload a report to explain."

"In this room are all the front-line members of the department. You will form a team with them in the future. The main purpose of letting you come here this time is to let you get acquainted."

"If there is no objection, let's take Foxnosuke and set off."

As soon as Jun Imai finished speaking, Foxanosuke in a red bellyband jumped onto the desk, bowed his head to Granu, and said, "Please give me more advice in the future."

Unlike his own Fox's soft voice, this Fox's voice is slightly hoarse, more like the voice of a middle-aged man.

It seems that he is not too young.

Granose bent down, followed Foxnosuke and said, "Please give me your advice."

After a brief introduction, Foxnosuke led them towards Anluo Honmaru.

Before leaving, Lan suddenly asked Granu, "Are you afraid?"

Granu shook his head, with a normal expression: "Not at all."

"That's all right." Lan nodded slightly, and stepped into the passage.

The surrounding scene began to distort, and then countless fragments began to spread, and finally reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, it was already a different scene.

The two arrived in front of a Honmaru. From the outside, it was just the same as the complete Honmaru, without any changes.

The only difference is that the door of the Honmaru is open for them.

Lan's eyes moved slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Is this provoking him?