The Decathlon of the God Judge[Comprehensive]

"Probably because I really want to teach an old fried dough stick myself?"

Wuyoshi Zhenzong's expression was blank for a few seconds.

Cang Lan smiled without saying a word.

He summoned a new Fusangshen just to play with him, and he didn't need him to participate in any unnecessary things to affect other people's performance.

This kind of thinking may not be fair to Wuji Zhenzong, but people are close and distant, and the reality is cruel and gentle.

Everything has a cause and effect, he will indulge them because of the love of Fusangshen in Honmaru for him, but he will never regress because of a person who is still very strange to him.

Sensible and cold.

Maybe one day in the future, he will tolerate them, but that is definitely not now.

Wuji Zhenzong, who didn't know his lord's inner thoughts, smiled gently.

"Just kidding, my lord."

Cang Lan pursed her lips, pointing to the roasted rabbit that was almost ready to change the subject.

"Should be able to eat it?"

Wuji Zhenzong nodded gently, picked up the barbecue on the shelf, and dexterously tore off the rabbit legs from the roasted rabbit with his fingers, and handed it to his master.

"The conditions are limited, so I can only wrong the lord first."

Cang Lan laughed before saying, "It's nothing, I'm very happy that you can treat me like this."

Wuji Zhenzong looked at Cang Lan in doubt, and his eyes fell on Cang Lan's body like a spring breeze, as if there was endless tenderness contained in it.

"Although I don't know what I did to make the lord happy, it's good that the lord is happy."

Down the corridor, Yaki Hasebe and Wuyoshi Zhenzong came out from the corner.

Yan Rong, who was leaning on the door, looked up at them and asked, "Did you not find the lord?"

Hasebe nodded unhappily.

Guijia Zhenzong looked regretful.

Standing in the corner with arms folded, Yan Rong comforted: "Don't worry too much, the lord is not a real child, it's normal to want to go out to play for a few days."

Hasebe interrupted Yan Rong with some displeasure, and said coldly: "I'm not worried about my lord going out, I'm just afraid that no one will take care of him, and my lord will not get used to it."

The voice of Zong San's left text on the side interjected lightly into the words.

"Don't pay attention to this man, he just feels uncomfortable all day because he doesn't take care of the lord."

"Now, he's just getting sick again."

The taunting voice of Zong Sanzuo's words echoed in Yaki Hasebe's ear.Let the pressure cut Hasebe black face.

Clenching fists with both hands, Hasebe was indignant: "Taking care of the lord is a matter of course, what does it have to do with the disease!"

Zong San Zuowen yawned, "You are still so boring——"

"Don't take the lord too seriously. The lord is not a bird in a cage. He also needs his own personal time, Hasebe."

Hasebe snorted coldly, although his tone was not good, his attitude softened a little.

"You think too much. I never interfere with my lord's private time."

Zong San folded his hands on his abdomen and corrected him: "You will not interfere, you will just guard at the door of the lord's room and wait for the end of the lord's private time."

Hasebe wanted to refute something, but the Kikko Sadamune at the side suddenly became excited.

"Can you stay at the door of the lord~ren~ and accompany the lord all night? I'm so happy."

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The mountain behind Honmaru.

Cang Lan held a greasy rabbit leg that didn't match his temperament completely, and put it near his mouth to gnaw a few times from time to time.

Wuji Zhenzong looked at this scene with a smile, took out a handkerchief from his body, and wiped the corners of his lord's mouth.

"My lord, it's getting dark. Are we really not going back?"

Cang Lan shook her head, as expected, she denied Wuji Zhenzong's question.

"Well, we're not going back."

Wuji Zhenzong shifted his gaze to the forest that looked a little scary after dark, and hesitantly advised his lord: "It's really not safe after dark, lord, let's go back."

Cang Lan stretched out a finger to cover Wuji Zhenzong's mouth.

"I still have some things, I need you to go with me."

Wuji Zhenzong was even more puzzled: "Is there anything I have to wait until night to do?"

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Cang Lan lowered her eyes and remained silent.

—What has to wait till night to do?

——Of course, to do some things that can't be done during the day.

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Karasuma's white fingers slid across the spread out topographic map, and finally clicked on the coordinates of the Government of Time.

"So, what is your final decision?"

"Is it a risk, or is it safer?"

Hearing this, Fu Sangshen in the room frowned.

This is really difficult to choose.

Sanri Yuezong's eyes fell on the hesitant Fusangshen, and he suggested, "Let's vote."

"Those who choose to gamble once, please raise your hand."

A silence.

No one dared to take this step.

After a long time, Jiang Xue's left-handed hand slowly appeared in the sight of the Fusangshen.

Abrupt and natural.

"Brother?"

Zong San's left words sounded with a puzzled voice.

Standing up from his cushion, Jiang Xue Zuowen stood in the middle of a pile of fusangshen, with his lips slightly parted, revealing the answer the fusangshen wanted to get.

"This is the task that the lord allows us to complete independently. It means that no matter what we do in the process, the lord will not interfere. It also means that if our actions lead to any bad results, the lord will reverse it for us situation. Therefore, no matter what we do and what results we have, it will not affect the overall situation."

"The difference lies only in how the lord sees us. And when the lord has completely accepted us, these will no longer be a problem. I am willing to take this risky one time to achieve an unexpected result, even if we take a wrong step, we may It will take a long time to get another chance like this."

"Because no matter what, the lord will tolerate us."

"As for us, what we need most now is time."

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Wuji Zhenzong followed behind his lord, and stepped into the resplendent corridor together, and the questions in his heart were about to overwhelm him.

Cang Lan's pace is unhurried, as if he has already been to the place he is stepping into now.

Suddenly, Cang Lan stopped and turned to look at Wuji Zhenzong who had been walking with his head down.

"Wu Ji, there is no way."

Wuji Zhenzong raised his head, and the bottomless corridor had come to an end. In front of them was a golden gate, on which a huge charm was outlined with red cinnabar, which brought Wuji Zhenzong An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"My lord, what's inside... what?"

Cang Lan put her hands on the door, her white and almost transparent hands and the red mark on the door complement each other, making it look extremely strange.

"Inside..."

Hearing the regretful ending in Cang Lan's voice, Wuji Zhenzong's heart suddenly tightened.

The lingering discomfort ever since they entered this place made Mukichi Zhenzong in a trance.

Cang Lan gently rubbed the red lines on his hands with her fingers a few times, turned to look at Wuji Zhenzong, and said very seriously: "If you want to know, why don't you open it and try?"

Wuji Zhenzong's trance-like head completely sobered up following his lord's words.

Open?Yes, he wants to open this door!

Cang Lan took a step back, and inadvertently swipe his finger down the bright red pattern on the door, cutting off the complicated pattern that was originally drawn with one stroke, causing a fault in the charm on the door.

Wuji Zhenzong, who knew nothing about all this, put his hand on the body around his waist, and pulled out the extremely sharp rib from the scabbard.

A flash of silver light.

The gate is torn apart.

The power of anger caused the entire door to collapse.

The raised dust fell, and Wuji Zhenzong suddenly opened his eyes wide when he saw what was inside the door.

This, this is...!

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, the huge magic circle on the ground faintly glowed with golden light, which looked inconspicuous under the surrounding golden decoration.In the center of the magic circle, like the items displayed in a museum, all kinds of swords are shelved, separated from the world by a transparent glass.

That's exactly...

That is the lost body of Fusangshen.