[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

Chapter 246 I Heard You Like Boys

"Xiao Karasuma, did he really go to the God Judge?"

Xiaohumaru looked at the back of the other party going away, and looked at San Riyue who had rejected the other party's proposal just now, and showed a somewhat hypocritical smile: "You should treat our father with more respect for the other party, San Riyue, you directly embarrass the other party , aren't you afraid that he will settle accounts with you afterwards?"

"It would be unwise to keep him in Honmaru."

Fu Sangshen, who was eager for blood, was destined to be unsuitable for this life-filled Honmaru. I don't know what the other party has gone through to get here, but it is absolutely impossible to let the other party infect Fu Sangshen, and Sanriyue also believes that the God Judge will find a suitable place to send him there.

Not long after, an exceptionally unusual teleportation light lit up inside the pill, with a great momentum, and the white clouds brought by the colorful light did not disappear for a long time.

"I give full marks to this farewell ceremony."

Xiaohuwan laughed, and kept patting his thigh: "I want to take a picture, and I will give you the same stage effect when you dance in Sanriyue next time."

"Oh?" San Riyue raised her eyebrows, "I dance? Why didn't I know that I still have this arrangement."

"It's just possible."

There seemed to be a fluffy tail shaking behind him. Xiaohuwan smiled and recorded this special teleportation. This natural scene full of fairy spirit is rare, and it is rare to watch it once.

Could it be that I was tricked again when I didn't know it?

Hiding Shen Si under the fan, San Riyue picked up a pen and began to correct the documents.

The departure of the big tengu is like the hachikuya who left immediately after sending the little Karasuma in the fairy tale, and the smoke did not disperse, which made an excellent cover for his disappearance.

Karasuma fell out of the box.

Seiichiro Fujima knelt on the ground, took out a handkerchief to hold Karasuma up.

"Yes, this is the real thing."

The news that Wanwu's grand prize had been snatched away had already reached his ears. Seiichiro Fujima didn't believe that Shizheng would release the real Karasuma for others to smoke. After the news came out, it seemed that it was to appease him. Shizheng also sent him a handful of the same small Karasuma, but with that meager spiritual power, it was nothing like a good-for-nothing.

"Hasebe, you can feel the spiritual power wrapped around him, right?"

It was a stronger existence than any Fusangshin in Honmaru, and if the ranking was only based on spiritual power, this little Karasuma, who was still in shape, was already at the top of the list.

"Main hall, the person who left just now..."

Zheqie Changgubu intends to chase him out, but he is today's valet, so he must not take a step away from the God-inspector.

"That's a eight-foot crow, it's the messenger of the gods." Fujima's face was covered with a thin layer of red, which was the proof of his excitement, "Don't worry about it, the messenger must have returned to Ise Shrine. "

"Take the box and we'll go back."

He was holding Karasuma with an unprecedented attitude of attaching importance to it, which made Hasebe who was following behind him look a bit darker.

Don't worry about scarcity but inequality. When everyone is used as a weapon, a similar existence is held in the heart by that person. One can imagine what kind of tragedy it will bring.

"It really surprises me that I actually became the leading role of the beauty and disaster."

It was night, Karasuma stepped down from the knife rest, and sat cross-legged by the window. A full moon hung outside the window, and the moonlight shrouded Karasuma's body, covering his body with a layer of transparent tulle.

"Ah."

Accompanied by a gust of breeze, the big tengu appeared on the branch by the window, with one leg hanging down and the other kicking on the tree, fiddling with the red mask in his hand, and the whole person revealed the word boring.

"How does it feel?"

Otengu has long noticed the bloodthirsty heart of Karasuma hidden outside. In this Honmaru that smells of blood everywhere, the aura of this monster is getting more and more fierce, and he can feel his ready to move without taking out the sheath. killing intent.

"I really want to, let's go on a killing spree."

The crisp sounds like birdsong jumped out one by one, and there seemed to be a crackling sound when they fell on the ground.

"Let's open." Ootengu was very indifferent, the round fan used in the festival was flapping one after another, "I see them being tortured by jealousy every day, and you, the so-called father of the sword, didn't come out to comfort them, you His fatherly heart seems like a joke."

"Huh?" Karasuma's laughter was exceptionally soft, "Then take it as a joke."

"But you should move quickly." The big tengu followed his wings, and his hair had returned to the white color it was when we met for the first time. He found a stream to wash off the disposable hair dye on his head, " Although I don't know when the black air lingering on them will invade their hearts."

"trouble."

Karasuma looked at his transparent fingertips to the moon, because he was far away from Cang Li's Honmaru, and his spiritual power had also decreased due to recent consumption. The spiritual power of this Honmaru was not clear enough, and he didn't bother to absorb it.

"I am leaving."

The big tengu flapped his wings, he would only appear here every time the moon was full, to say a few words with the increasingly irritable little Karasuma, and by the way, to vent his distress of being trapped here, There is nothing in his ability that can break through the space and run, unless the little Karasuma leaves and opens the passage, otherwise he can only be trapped here with the other party.

A pitch-black feather fell in front of Little Karasuma. He picked up the feather and swept away some dust that fell from the knife holder. The feather made of demonic power dissipated into a spot of light after a while and landed on Little Karasuma. Pills in the palm of the hand.

"Why is it called a god judge? Those who judge the gods, we fusangshen, which one of us can bear the status of gods, we are just a group of monsters."

And the delusions rely on a group of monsters to dominate the world. I don't know if the owner of this pill is too ambitious, or he is so self-inflated that he is about to blow up.

But his fellow gods...

Those bombs were all bombs that exploded at one point. Karasuma knew very well that he was a fuse that gradually burned from the day he arrived. Oil on my heart.

So when will the real flames come?

Karasuma smiled, why not show her face in front of the master tomorrow.

As Fu Sangshen, how can he not go to battle to kill the enemy? Those fragile retrograde troops may not be able to enjoy themselves, but they can also relax.

Candlestick cut put down the Bailian in his hand, and quickly picked it up to check it carefully.

In desperation, he used Bailian to chop off the bone directly. Although he was confident in his work, he was still worried that the child had made a small bite or something.

But it’s no problem, as expected, it’s the Bailian that I forged with my own hands. I can say that I’m an expert in cutting bones. This blade is as smooth as it was forged on the first day, perfect.

"You're admiring your knife again."

Someone joked about Candlestick Cut: "I will praise you once every day after practice. This knife is not a wife. You are so caring, but it breaks the hearts of those girls who like you."

"I've categorically rejected them."

Candlestick said righteously: "I don't have the idea of ​​starting a family with anyone. My... family members told me that if you don't like someone, you must tell them well."

"But there are already more than a dozen girls who have been rejected by you, do you really have no one to fall in love with?"

The person who was talking to Candlestick Cutting took out a washed potato from the basket next to it, threw it into the air and peeled the skin with a knife. The clean potato fell on the chopping board. The man looked up at Candlestick Cutting. But he kept moving, sliced ​​the potatoes and changed them into silk threads: "By the way, do you have any ideas for tomorrow's game?"

"Is the object of your heart?" Candlestick cut seriously thought about this question, "No, my dream is to cook dishes that can make my family look happy."

Saying the word "family" warmed Candlestick's heart. It should be a very happy thing if he could really become a family with the God-inspector.

"As for the food, I've already thought about what to do, I'm going to..."

He opened his mouth and wanted to recount tomorrow's recipe, but the person on the opposite side begged the candlestick with an expression of "you'd better forgive me": "Can you have some snacks, what if I copy your recipe over?" , so many pairs of eyes are staring at you outside, the number of people wishing you to fail is quite a lot."

"You're not that kind of person."

Zhu Keqie's heart was full of confidence: "And I will never lose."

"It's quite loud." The man fished out another piece of tofu and began to cut it, "But I haven't seen your family for so long, do you have any photos or something?"

"For photos, there are."

Candlestick Kiri showed this person the photos of the taiko bell Daikuri and Tsurumaru that he had taken.

"Although they are all handsome guys..." Even the youngest child has very handsome facial features, and he will definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up. "But your brothers' looks are too different!"

This is an achievement that can only be achieved by saving up how many old kings next door!

"Is it strange?" Candlestick was a little puzzled, "I have one more important person that I haven't introduced to you, look."

He released a photo of Cang Li, the person in the photo was eating ice cream with a satisfied expression on his face, his happiness can be seen from just a motionless picture.

"What a lovely girl. Is this your sister? I've always wanted to have such a cute sister. You are so enviable."

A powerful fist hit Candlestick Cut on the shoulder.

"Not a girl."

Cang Li has a cute little sister's head on her head, and her delicate face looks a bit indistinguishable. If a child of this age is beautiful, it is a bit hard to tell the difference.

"Is an important family."

Candlestick never dared to say that this was his younger brother, but Taiko Bell and the others could say it smoothly, what the interrogator... said he was a family member felt a little guilty.

"There will be a long vacation after this competition. Do you want to go home?"

The man's eyes sparkled: "Please take me back together."

"Okay."

The big deal is to use an illusion to take it there. Anyway, this pill can also be said to be a building in a deep mountain and old forest, which doesn't matter.

The two of them wanted to say a few more words about the visit, but they saw the closed door shake and then slowly open. A girl was holding the door and looked precarious, with tears rolling in her eyes.

"It turns out that you like men."

Candlestick cut means I don't know what you're talking about.

"And they all agreed to go home together to meet their parents!"

The girl threw the beautifully packaged box in front of the candlestick: "If you had said earlier that you liked boys, I, I wouldn't have liked you!"

She ran away crying.

"Hey! Wait! What are you talking about!"

Different from the calm Candlestick Che, the person next to him has turned into a cooked shrimp, and as soon as he took off his scarf and stuffed it into Candlestick Che's hand, the boy rushed out, apparently looking for someone to explain.

"The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid."

He continued his previous training.