save the judge

He said he was going, but that was just a mention. After all, he can’t even walk steadily. The last time he practiced hard for many days, his previous efforts were wasted after a visit to Yokohama. Jingujiquan had a bitter face every day. Walking slowly like an old man with the support of his attendants, I feel that my young heart will become dry and old.

"Ahh what a terrible life."

After a period of exercise, Jingujiquan shivered and almost fell down on the bed, angrily wiped the sweat all over his head onto the blanket, "It's so boring, it's so boring!"

Yamabasaki Kunihiro pursed his lips stiffly, and stood beside the bed blankly with a useless towel in his hand.

What to do next... Yaoyan didn't say.

I repeated the instructions of Yaoyan in my mind again, and asked the main hall to wake up at 07:30 in the morning... Er, because the judge refused to get up, I stayed on the bed for half an hour, and this item was crossed out.

After waking up, feed him a cup of warm water, and then take him downstairs for a slow walk for 10 minutes... Uh, due to the delay in the previous item, it was delayed for nearly an hour and was repeatedly blocked due to the personal reasons of the examiner. Interrupting the rehabilitation process... cross this one out.

... 08:30 is breakfast time, there is no delay here, although it was past nine o'clock when the judge arrived at the main hall, but fortunately this task does not require his help, although, it is not impossible to help a little... …

After the blond Fu Sangshen realized what he was thinking, he raised his ears like a panicked rabbit, quickly looked around, and then pulled off the quilt above his head with a huff to block himself tightly. flushed face.

In short, in short... Today's work is terrible, none of it is completed on time according to the schedule given by Yaoken. In the eyes... also, he is an imitation, who would place too high expectations on him, it's normal if he doesn't do well...

The blush just faded away, and gradually turned into a bloodless pale. Fu Sangshen, who had a rather youthful face, stared at a wooden board in front of his toes in dejection, and his gaze followed the light wood grain on it around and around.

"Yamabuchi?" Izumi Jinguji lay down a little drowsy, and suddenly remembered that there was someone beside him.

And the other party followed behind him without saying a word, just standing himself like an immovable wooden stake.

"What's the matter with you?" Thinking that Yamabuchi was tired after following him all day, Jingujiquan tilted his head and tried to see his expression clearly, and said tentatively, "Why don't you go back to rest first, work at night Let tomorrow's valet do it?"

In fact, Jinguji Izumi, who is not very good at detecting people's hearts, hit Yamabukiri's heart as soon as he said a word, and his heart, which was already full of cracks, shattered into glass shards all over the floor.

Sure enough, Fu Sangshen like him is best suited to stay in the corner, don't bother others and don't bother others, just let him take root in the corner quietly and then disappear into people's memories ...

Jingujiquan's eyes widened in horror, what's with the materialized gloomy blackness!You went to the wrong set!

"Then what, if you're really tired, you can sleep here! If you sleep with me—" Jingujiquan, who had completely lost his train of thought, tried to save the guy who looked like he was going to turn into a mushroom in the next second.

"Huh?" Yamabuchi's self-abandonment was interrupted, he quietly raised his eyes from under the quilt, carefully looked at the inquisitor on the bed with a strange expression, and in the next second quickly pulled down the quilt to cover his head tightly Actually, his face flushed again with anger and eagerness, and he mumbled out a few words: "No... how could... say such things..."

It's simply no, shameless!Invite people to sleep together when they meet... Even if they are all men, but as Fu Sangshen who has followed the former god judge for the longest time, he knows that men can, can...

God, what was he thinking!

Jingongjiquan was a little dazed, and subconsciously raised his hand to grab Fu Sangshen who was running away. The person caught noticed his movements, as if his butt was burnt, and ran faster, white A corner of the quilt was rolled up lightly, and Jingujiquan was sure that he saw a profile face red as a tomato.

No, what did he say!

Inexplicably, he was cast with a veiled and reproachful look, and Jingujiquan would rather be blind and not understand the meaning of that look.

Tsurumaru opened the door and came in, looking back at the door from time to time, leaning towards the bed in surprise, holding his chin with both hands, his golden pupils were full of curiosity: "What did you say to Yamabukiri? That look? I almost rolled when I went downstairs."

Jingongjiquan was even more inexplicable than him, looking back at him with dark eyes: "I didn't say anything!"

Tsurumaru froze for a moment.

The face of the young man who had just recovered from a serious illness regained a bit of blood, and the terrifying paleness became as pale as porcelain, and the black hair that was maintained by California Qingguang was spread on the light blue quilt, shining with a cool and sour look like satin. The shiny, still slender wrist was spread lazily, and the fingers were long and thin, in a slender and euphemistic posture, like an orchid blooming silently in the night.

And when those eyes squinted over, the deep and bright halo in the pupils was vast and gentle, almost becoming a deep well for drowning.

Tsurumaru's heartbeat went out of order for a moment.

It's not that he has never seen beauties. As Fu Sangshen, he has seen countless similar people. Just picking up Sanriyue next door is enough to be called the pinnacle of beauty by human beings, let alone those who take the deserted route. Jiang Xue, Shuzhuwan from Gaojie's route, and Xiaoguang's eight-pack abs who can scream after being seen by little human girls—ah no, digressing.

But Fusangshen is different from human beings.

They are gods that exist forever, and they are "life" born of gold and iron. They will not have ignorant childhood, nor will they have twilight old age. Their lives, from the moment they open their eyes, are forever fixed in the Even if a youth who is full and plump is broken, he will still maintain a solidified beauty.

This is the favor of being a god, and it is also a curse that they hate.

The meaning of existence of swords is to be used by human beings. They are the existence closest to human beings, so they also long to be like human beings, even if they have the simplest changes?

But not possible.

Tsurumaru suddenly remembered the eternal darkness in the tomb, the owner's limbs were rotten and collapsed, his life as a human being had come to an end, he could sleep unconsciously embracing the glory of his life, but he could only sleep day after day without death. Hiji counted his past achievements in detail, and then waited in deathly silence for the day when he would be corroded and broken.

How cruel.

Tsurumaru thought, Token Fusangshen's admiration for human beings and longing for human love may have become an instinct deeply engraved in his bones, right?

He envies that human beings can face their own demise calmly, have the changes of birth, old age, sickness and death, and each individual is a brand new and unique existence. For Fu Sangshen, who can only stand outside the order of time, how wonderful it is one thing.

"The eyes of the main hall are very beautiful." After turning his thoughts for an unknown distance, Tsurumaru finally said this sentence with a smile and the most gentle voice.

Jingujiquan tilted his head, turned over, reached out and touched Tsurumaru's head, rubbing the soft and cold silver-white hair into a mess: "What's wrong?"

Tsurumaru lazily collapsed beside Jingujiquan like a purring cat: "I would like to express my praise to the unique treasure, the main hall really doesn't understand style."

Jingujiquan smiled calmly to show that he understood, then lifted the quilt and pressed Tsurumaru under it: "I don't understand style? Huh? Who did you learn this word from?!"

Tai Dao Fu Sangshen didn't dare to struggle too hard, so he had to beg for mercy again and again, allowing the other party to rub him back and forth like dough, so that he could see the light of day.

"... Phew... It seems that the rehabilitation plan arranged by Yakuken is very effective..." After being released from the quilt, Tsurumaru looked up at the ceiling and muttered.

Jingongjiquan grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand, rolled it to the other side a few times, and rolled himself into a quilt skillfully: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Tsurumaru widened his eyes in aggrieved manner, trying to show the innocence in the golden pupils: "Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?! Fu Sangshen, who is so lonely and pitiful that he is about to die, came to his master to beg for comfort How normal it is!"

Jingongjiquan twitched the corners of his mouth, no, this sentence is not normal for you: "You said you were lonely... did you get the other Fusangshen's consent?"

Tsurumaru cheekily rubbed against him twice: "I can't hear you, can't you hear me ~ a little bit~"

Jingujiquan lazily stretched out a leg from under the quilt and kicked Tsurumaru's calf: "Youpi."

Crane Maru grinned: "Who called me Pippihe? I am the lively, cute and kind-hearted one. I am powerful in battle and can entertain boredom. It is a must-have at home, so remember to be sure when you go out from the main hall. Take me with you."

Jingujiquan was already about to close his eyes, but when he heard this sentence, he responded casually: "Yeah, I'll take you... eh?"

He opened one eye: "I want to go out?"

Tsurumaru, who got the desired result, answered the question generously: "Yes, there is still more than a week before the lifting of the ban on Honmaru, will the main hall go to Shizheng? There is also Wanwu. Ah... I heard that Wanwan The house is very interesting, Xiaoguang has long planned to go shopping, and the shopping list of Yaoken has grown enough to be used as a carpet. Gexian also said that the cleaning agent is almost used up. As for the guy in Hasebe, we Let’s not mention him—in short, we have to go to Wanwu!”

Tsurumaru said at the end that there was already a tendency to be impassioned, his eyes were shining like two little suns, Jingujiquan thought about it: "Going to Wanwu is no problem...but you said you want to buy so many things, How do you get it?"

Tsurumaru blinked and blinked: "Didn't I say?"

Jingujiquan looked blankly: "What did you say?"

"For Wanwu, it's okay to bring a few more Fusangshen." Tsurumaru said naturally.

Jingujiquan was silent for a while, feeling the powerlessness facing Tsurumaru for the first time: "Then why do you say that you can only bring one!"

Tsurumaru grinned and pulled Jingujiquan's quilt with his hands: "Hey, that's not the problem, anyway, you agreed to take me with you! You must never leave me behind!"

Jingu Jiquan grabbed the quilt vigilantly: "I think something is wrong with you today, are you really Tsurumaru Kuninaga?"

The silver-haired Fu Sangshen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed cheerfully again, with soft hair tail hanging around his neck, rubbing against Jingujiquan's face and itching: "It's a real replacement, do you want to come to Crane's arms?" Feel the feeling of being wrapped by crane wings?"

Jingujiquan stepped back a little with an "噫" expression on his face, and was still wrapped tightly into his arms by Tsurumaru: "In life, if there are no surprises, it would be too boring. No matter what it is, you must Let the crane experience it!"

He finally explained his behavior with such words. As for Jingujiquan, believe it or not... He is not a three-year-old child, how could he be so easily deceived!

But since he agreed to Tsurumaru, it’s okay to take him with him, so on the day when the ban on Honmaru was lifted, Jingujiquan deliberately got up early, taking advantage of the twilight of the sky, and huddled under the quilt to sleep unconscious Tsurumaru, who was in charge of personnel affairs, shook his head: "Get up!"

There are only rooms for servants and god judges in the castle tower, and Jingujiquan didn't need to lower his voice, so he yelled viciously into Tsurumaru's ears ten times: "Get up, get up, get up, get up!!"

Tsurumaru, who was caught off guard, moved his eyelashes, reached out and rubbed his hair: "Wow... this can be considered a shock..."

Fu Sangshen's five senses are definitely much better than human beings. He woke up when there was a sound from the Jingong Temple spring, but for some reason, he didn't move, but obediently waited for the main hall's "" scare".

"Wake-up service in the main hall, am I the first one in Honmaru?" Tsurumaru sat up and muttered to himself looking at the sky that had not yet dawned.

Hearing this sentence, Jingujiquan frowned subtly, swallowed what he wanted to say, and threw the battle uniform aside into Tsurumaru's arms: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Before they wake up, if If you are found out, you will definitely be nagged!"

Tsurumaru hugged his clothes and responded helplessly: "Hey hey hey!"

After the two went downstairs, the sky had already revealed a light orange color, and the dark gray and light purple were painted in a near-red color, which was plated on the gravel floor in the atrium, like flowing dirty of pigments.

"How is the current affairs going?" Standing in front of the time converter, Jingujiquan rubbed his chin and studied the complex and weird style plate for a while, but finally gave up and turned to ask Tsurumaru, who was beside him.

"Current affairs?" Tsurumaru thought about it thoughtfully, and got an unbelievable look from the other party, "You don't know either?"

Tsurumaru waved his hand: "You underestimate the crane!"

Although he has never been to Shizheng, the principle should be the same. Yaken pointed out to him that Wanwu is the one on the left, and the others are battlefields. At that time, Zhengzheng should have never been to this one... Tsurumaru thought so, Rolling up his sleeves, he boldly pressed his hand on the style plate: "It should be this!"

"Should?!" Jingujiquan's words were blocked in the middle of his mouth.

With a click, the golden beam of light connected to the sky all the way, covering the two of them.