The Decathlon of the God Judge[Comprehensive]

In order to cooperate with the magic tricks of the neighbors (?), Cang Lan was forced to jump over the wall by Hasebe, and Cang Lan was almost desperate.

However, what made him even more desperate was the gleam in Brother Yaoyan's eyes after hearing what happened today.

"So, my lord, you fell into the illusion?"

"Then, I would like to ask a question"

"Since you are conscious, why didn't you call us? Obviously we are next door..."

Cang Lan: Under Yao Yanxionggui's stare, he silently huddled into a ball.

For the next three days, as long as it was where he was, there would be Fu Sangshen standing guard at any time.

Every time he saw his Fu Sangshen greeting him with a smile, Cang Lan felt admiration for the Sangshens in his heart.

What he admires the most is the bowl of brown liquid that is served by Yiqi Yizhen at noon every day.

Looking at the bowl of medicine in front of him, Cang Lan has reason to suspect whether Yao Yan beat the coptis seller to death, and then robbed his coptis...

Really can't bear this situation, on this day, Cang Lan announced his decision to go to the beach at the dinner table.

"No, my lord, you can't go near water with your body."

"My lord, you have to deliberately avoid the wound even when taking a bath, so how can you go to the beach?"

"Besides, if you go to the beach, you can't go into the water, and we will find it boring to play by ourselves."

Cang Lan chose to die.

Song Xian smiled, straightened her lord's body spread out on the table, "My lord, this is the last day we will punish you, so don't worry."

Cang Lan raised her head, looked at the knowing smiles on the faces of the Fu Sangshen, raised her posture, and nodded reservedly. "That would be wonderful."

Saying that the punishment is over, it is really the end of the punishment.

On that day, the fusangshen did not restrict his travels, and even the medicine on the table became normal.

Cang Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, although Cang Lan behaved as usual, the physical injury still affected him.

This point, the Fusangshen who sleep with him every night probably know the most clearly. This is why the Fusangshen who have never had anything to do with their lord are so hard-hearted collectively as never before. It is not because their lord is physically injured. The consumption is really huge.

That night, Jiro Tachi, who was in charge of sex, could not help but sigh secretly when he heard the obviously heavier breathing beside him.

Although the protagonist doesn't want to affect their sleep because of him every time, it is really easy to discover the fact that the vigilance of the gods is paid with a sword.

Jiro Tachi stretched out his hand, helplessly hugged his lord who was curled up together, and coaxed softly: "My lord, I'm here, if it hurts, just say it—"

Cang Lan didn't respond.But Jiro Tachi clearly felt his lord's body tremble violently.

The dark night is really a bit embarrassing for Odachi, Jiro Tachi silently criticized his own race (?), and let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

However, Jiro Taidao, who had already made a lot of noise, didn't get any answer from his lord.

Until now, Jiro Tachi realized that something was wrong.

Stretching out his hand to the side, after a few gropings, Jiro Tachi managed to find the flashlight and turned it on as he wished.

Holding the flashlight sponsored by the short swords, Jiro Tachi approached his lord, only to find that his whole body was soaked, the broken hair on his forehead was wet, and his whole body showed a sickly beauty.

Surprised by the scene he saw, Jiro Tachi almost couldn't hold the flashlight, trying to calm himself down.Jiro stretched out his hand to wrap his lord tightly, and was going to take his lord to Yaoken.

However, as soon as he took a step, Jiro Tachi felt that his body could not move, as if something was pressing him to prevent him from moving forward.

This time, even Jiro Tachi couldn't help breaking out a few drops of cold sweat.Trying to resist the heavy pressure on his body, Jiro Tachi gritted his teeth and bowed his head.

Then, he met a pair of golden eyes.

The next day, Yaoyan came to wake up his lord as a routine, and checked his not-so-good body by the way. ——This is a routine job after coming to this world.

However, as soon as his hand touched the door, he realized something was wrong. "Bang—" Yaoyan violently opened the door, only to see that the room was in a mess, and the figures of the two people who were supposed to be here were nowhere to be seen.

Same as in Honmaru, even here, Fusangshen didn't plan to change their habits.

Therefore, here you can also see the scenes of Mikazuki, Kokarasuma and others getting together to drink tea early in the morning, and you can also see scenes of Dodanuki, Yamabuku Kunihiro and others gathering for muscle competition and so on.

Therefore, Yaoyan didn't need to go to all the fusangshen's rooms to notify them one by one. He only needed to shout in the yard to notify most of the fusangshen.

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"Everyone,"

All the fusangshen looked in the direction of Yaoken, feeling something unusual.

"My lord is missing."

Yao Yan continued to speak the second half of the sentence.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who easily coaxed his mother to go on a trip, is now standing in his own house to oversee the work, making sure that the decoration company hired by the Pengelie family has no major problems.

Yes, Tsunayoshi Sawada is in full swing for decoration.

The reason is very simple, illusion materialization can indeed repair some things, but this obviously does not include a place as big as a house.

So, in the end, they still got together and formally discussed the issue of decoration.

The main reason is that even though I have lived at home for a long time, no one can say that I can remember every corner of this house clearly.

Therefore, when a group of people are responsible for providing various templates, they have to think hard and recall various details in the room together.

Therefore, it is also reasonable that the people who were quietly remembering in the approved room were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.

"Next door, what's the matter?" Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the next door with some doubts.

"...Do you want to go and have a look?" Takeshi Yamamoto suggested.

Just as Hayato Gokuji was about to make an objection, he was interrupted by a "bang--".

The wall that the Sawada family had just repaired was pierced directly from the outside.Standing outside the wall is a group of impatient fusangshen.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

In an awkward silence, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hand and greeted all the fusangshen.

Fusangshen looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada and the others with red eyes, angry and dangerous eyes.

"Our lord is gone."

At this time, Cang Lan and Jiro Taidao, who were worried by everyone, were walking on the dilapidated street.

Speaking of this, Jiro Taidao couldn't help but feel lucky.

Fortunately, I remembered to wrap my lord in a quilt at that time, otherwise, given their current situation, it would be bad if the lord caught a cold.

After coming here, my lord said a word, and never woke up again.

Jiro Tachi can only follow the instructions of his lord, that is, stay away from crowds and not step into all cities, and shuttle between various villages, and try to keep a long distance between each village.Even every time you trade something with the other party, you only go with a black cloth.

However, even so, they still inevitably met some people.

Someone who plotted against them.

Jiro Tachi clenched the body in his hand, thanking himself very much as Token Fusangshen, who can summon his body at any time, otherwise the future may really suffer.

Tie his lord to his chest, Jiro Tachi innocently looked at a group of people wearing black uniforms opposite, and asked aloud, "Everyone, we don't seem to know each other?"

"Don't steal and play tricks, put down the God in your hand!" The leader signaled the people behind him to raise their pistols.

"God child? What is that, I don't know." Speaking of this, Jiro Tachi changed his tone again, and changed his tone of confusion. "Are you talking about the child in my arms? This is my sister's child. Don't you admit it wrong?"

"How could we recognize the wrong person?! We all know the specific appearance of the Son of God. We have memorized it since we were young!"

"Oh~" Jiro Tachi sighed like a joke, lowered his head to look at his master who was tied to his chest, sleeping peacefully, and smiled knowingly.

The sunlight penetrated through the gap between the two people, softening the outlines of the two people. Coupled with this standard baby daddy appearance, even the opponents, the people in black couldn't help but feel relaxed because of this scene.

However, the tenderness of the Fusangshen will only be given to their own masters.

When he raised his head again, Jiro Tachi's face collapsed, and he didn't see any smile anymore, only a gloomy face.

The leader raised his gun vigilantly, "Hurry up and put down the Son of God!"

"Son of God,...that's really an annoying title."

"Say, don't you, my lord?"

Jiro Taidao turned around and swung the sword, fully displaying the strength of Odachi with one hit and three, sweeping thousands of troops.

Until the death of the leader, he didn't figure out why that man would attack him without warning...

"This time, I didn't find any useful information." Jiro Tachi sighed in disappointment.

"However, the lord cannot be desecrated."

"Cleaning them up can be regarded as reluctance and reward."