[Comprehensive] The growth record of the god judge

They made up their minds to punish the judge, so the sex that was supposed to be gentle and considerate turned into pure violence, repeatedly entering, mercilessly exhausting the poor physical strength of the judge, Squeezing out the last juice viciously from the body that was already almost exhausted, the squeezed liquid seemed to be full of the flesh and blood that had been stripped from the god judge.

It's not that Fu Sangshen was soft-hearted. The judge was crying pitifully. In the end, he was almost in a coma and accepted the mercy. He couldn't even make the most basic reaction. But facing such a pitiful and lovely judge, Fu Sang The gods seemed to have released the beasts locked in their hearts, roaring and eating the god judges into their stomachs and devouring them.

Just punish him once, just this once.Fusangshen thought.As long as he is obedient and doesn't run away anymore, it doesn't matter even if he lies, even if he doesn't love us, it doesn't matter, as long as he is obedient, we will treat him well.

The time is still very long, sooner or later one day he will completely belong to us.

With such despicable luck in mind, the Fu Sangshen, in the name of love, covered their actions with false skins, and unscrupulously hurt the person they should least hurt.

After the clouds cleared, the round black sphere slowly emitted a warm and soft radiance.

It was dawn, the morning light was twilight, the air in the room was filled with a sticky smell, but there was no one there, the inquisitor was lying on the tatami mat, wrapped in a thin layer of bedding, and his exposed skin was covered with purple bruises. There was no good place, the hair was smeared on the face with viscous liquid, the face was flushed, but the lips were as pale as paper.

He was suffering from a high fever, excessive sex, rough process, no end of cleaning, even the quilt was not covered properly, the scalding heat radiated from the inside out, almost burning this desiccated body to death ash.

The appraiser lay there angrily, like a rag doll spoiled by a group of bad kids.

His thoughts were chaotic, his consciousness was shattered, and his muddled brain was immersed in the cold and ignorant seabed. The heavy water pressure melted and poured into his limbs like a lead block, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Until a wave of spiritual power that was so weak that it was almost imperceptible spread throughout the main pill, melting the ice and snow like the warm winter sun. After a few seconds of death-like silence, clusters of violent restlessness erupted violently. Those exploding spiritual powers It is full of fear and regret, and endless despair.

The heart that belongs to the god judge, after the return of the master, wakes up from the inside of the pill in advance, and while spreading the gentle and warm spiritual power all over the pill, it honestly projects the memories and truths hidden in the ground into Fusangshen in mind.

The god judge didn't run away, he rushed to the battlefield with the determination to die, leaving behind the core of life support, he cut open his chest naked to show them, but was paid sternly by those who were blinded by jealousy and loss They throw away the most precious thoughts like garbage.

They are unforgivable.

Yaken locked the door leading to the atrium with the strongest attitude, no matter how much they begged and regretted, they would not be moved.He and Hasebe are the two personal servants most trusted by the judges, so they have control over the atrium enchantment, and after the memory stored in the heart covered the entire Honmaru, Hasebe almost Crazy run away.

Without saying a word, he picked up the knife and severely injured Sankayue Zongjin who was in a trance. If Yanrong and Shiqiemaru hadn't tried their best to stop him, Sankayue would have been seriously injured and smashed to pieces.

"Is this how you treat my main hall!?" Hasebe was pressed to the ground by Ishikimaru's shoulders, and Yan Rong held his arms tightly, Fu Sangshen was struggling manically on the ground, his face Twisted and ferocious, like an evil ghost, "Sanri Yuezong is close! Answer me!!"

Mikazuki Zongjin certainly couldn't answer Hasebe, there was a deep bone wound on his chest, his face was like gold paper lying in Xiaohuwan's arms, what appeared on his face was not the pain caused by the pain, but a A heart-wrenching grief.

He hurt the person he loves the most, irreversible, irreparable.

Hasebe was knocked out in the end, Sanriyue was sent into the room, and Yaoyan walked to the atrium alone with a medicine box.At the same time, Jiang Xue drew his sword at Akashi Kuniichi, Candlestick Kiri and Utasen Kanesada blocked Higakiri's path, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga slashed at Kohumaru who was in a daze.

In the first phase, he pressed his hand to his forehead in pain, Yamabukiri and Awataguchi's brother's short swords fought together, and Qingguang brought Yamato Mori Anding and several members of the Horikawa faction to join the battle... Honmaru was in chaos, and Yaoken Fujishiro has no time to take care of it.

He stood at the door of the atrium, with his palms on the door of the atrium, and suddenly bent down in pain.

A sharp stabbing pain spread from the depths of the heart to all the limbs, piercing the heart.

Yaoyan finally mustered up the courage to push open the paper door of the bedroom on the second floor, and the turbid air in the room rushed in, mixed with a strong smell similar to fermentation and a faint smell of blood.

The room was in a mess, just like a typhoon passing by, whizzing in and whistling away, bringing some tangible and intangible things along with it, Yaken lowered his head and stared at the torn pieces of clothes under his feet, and then remained expressionless for a long time Kick it away.

His soul seems to be split into two halves, one half is worried about remorse, wishing to go back to the past and desperately stop those violent Fu Sangshen, wishing to walk into the room and come to the judge of the gods to treat his injuries, Comforting and caressing in soft words, try to make up for him, let him get out of that terrible shadow as soon as possible.

But the other half is almost completely opposite, tearing and not letting the footsteps move forward, full of fear that is almost overflowing, dripping on the ground, entangled Yaken's legs like a swamp, the black, dirty and dim mud seems to be Invisible hands stretched out from the darkness, wrapped around his legs, unable to get free.

He longed to see the God judge, but was afraid of seeing the God judge.He was afraid that he would give up the light and suppress the darkness in his heart after seeing such a poor God judge, and fall to the point where Sanri Yuezong was close.

However, in just a few seconds, it seemed as if he had been walking for thousands of years, Yao Yan finally came to the bed of the God-inspector, and slowly knelt down.

The god judge curled up into a small ball with difficulty, his white hair was extremely glaring, and against the paper-pale cheeks and the bloodstains and bruises on his bare skin, he looked even more cruel and pitiful.Yao Yan gently brushed away the hair scattered on the forehead of the god-judgment, and the sticky hair was pushed back. Dried blood scabs, scattered small white spots on the corners of the lips, mixed with traces of brown blood.

His brows and eyes were wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, revealing 12 points of pain tolerance.

Yao Yan clenched his fist and did enough mental construction, pressed his fingers on the corner of the quilt, and slowly lifted the quilt.

The moment he lowered his head and opened his eyes, those hesitant hypocrisy disappeared in an instant, and after seeing the body of the judge who was covered with scars clearly, a kind of violent killing intent reached its peak in just a short breath——

"Huh-ha."

Fu Sangshen lowered his head and pressed his forehead hard against his crossed elbows. The flesh on his forehead was pale with blood loss due to excessive force. He panted violently and took a heavy breath. His stomach suddenly felt violent It hurt, as if swallowing a knife, and the sharp and sharp pieces were swallowed whole, cutting his intestines to pieces.

A sharp dizziness hit his eyes for a moment, followed by a frenzied killing intent, Yao Yan almost pinched his thigh until it was black and blue before he restrained the impulse.The body of the judge was exposed to the air, and he shuddered like a spring.

Yao Yan hurriedly covered the quilt again, and ran his fingers across the skin covered with bruises, even his fingertips suddenly began to tremble.He wrapped the quilt carefully, turned around and ran to the bathroom to fill a bathtub of hot water.

"We have to clean up first..."

Yao Yan muttered to himself, and carefully picked up the God-inspector. The weight was astonishing. The God-inspector was as light as a feather, and he could hardly feel the weight between his arms.With the change of posture, the neck of the mind examiner leaned weakly on Yaken's shoulder, fragile and pitiful.

He was really too light and too thin, his bones could be clearly felt through the thin quilt, Yao Yan suddenly felt pity welling up in his heart, but in the next moment, it was overwhelmed by deeper and heavier resentment.

The bathroom was foggy, Yaken removed the quilt, and put the inquisitor into the bathtub filled with hot water, the inquisitor flinched visibly, leaned his head against the edge of the bathtub, and let out two low whimpers.Yao Yan suddenly saw the examiner's chest heaving twice, then suddenly straightened up and lay down on the side of the bathtub, opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of white liquid.

"..."

Yao Yan clenched his fists patiently, and the examiner continued to cough heart-piercingly, his lungs were like a rusty stereo, making fragmented and fragile noises, coughing up more liquid mixed with blood.

Yao Yan frantically patted the thin back of the examiner, the two beautiful butterfly bones were clearly indented, full of scratches and bruises, and there were bloodstains from rough rubbing, which made Yao Yan's palm ache , My heart hurts badly.

After a long time of heart-piercing coughing, the inquisitor finally raised his head, barely opened a slit in his hazy eyes, and looked at Yaoyan through the haze of the bathroom, looking bewildered like a discarded child.

"Drug research..."

He let out a low hoarse sigh, his eyes were closed again under Yaoken's terrified gaze, and he sank into the hot water as soon as his arms were relaxed.

The author has something to say:

Mix more.

Irresponsible and poisonous, if Shi Ye disappeared, he was mistaken for running away, and then he was arrested soon...

The blackening branch is opened.

Just to satisfy my own selfish desires and has nothing to do with the text.

The main reason is that the text is a bit stuck and more relaxed.