[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

The bells in the front hall were blown by the wind and collided with each other, making a tinkling sound, and there was a sweet smell in the air. Song Si turned his head to look, and California Qingguang was holding a plate in his hand, and the ice skin was made cute It looks like a bunny, and you can tell at a glance that this dessert has done its best.

"Do you still have time to study the ingredients here?" The knife wiped California Qingguang's side face and quickly inserted it into the pillar beside him: "If you have this spare time, why don't you go to practice, haven't you been beaten enough by the Otachi?"

California Qingguang's expression froze for a moment, watching Song Si staring longingly at the tray in his hand, his body relaxed slowly, and put the pastry in his hand within Song Si's reach.

"It just took a little time." Kai Qingguang pulled the knife from the pillar, took a handkerchief and wiped off the sawdust on the knife: "Then, when I can kill the big knife with one knife, can you Can you paint my nails again?"

Song Si took the knife from California Qingguang, put it in Yuan's arms, looked at the expectation in the man's eyes, pursed his lips, and picked up a small piece of pastry from the plate: "If you can."

California Qingguang looked at the pastry in small bites, and when he tasted the sweetness, the appraiser with a hint of joy on his face sighed slightly.

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted master.

He is a completely different person from Okita Souji.

No, there is still a bit of a similarity.

California Qingguang looked at Song Si, who was seriously addressing the sweets in his hands with puffed cheeks, probably because he had grown up, but still looked very childish.

When he walked behind Song Si, the man turned his head quickly, his eyes were particularly wary, but the crumbs of sweets at the corner of his mouth ruined the seriousness, California Qingguang was stunned for a few seconds, and stepped forward with a smile: "Your hair Some are too long, I'll tie them up for you."

Song Si said angrily: "You are asked to exercise, are you here to think about this?"

"I'll tie it up for you, and then I'll go hand in hand." California Qingguang raised his eyebrows: "Your broken hair is tied at the back of your head, it must be uncomfortable."

Song Si was seriously thinking about this question. He stretched out his hand and touched the back of his neck, nodded as if something was wrong, then took out the knife from his sleeve, grabbed a bunch of hair from his head, and threw it at the knife. bump up.

California Qingguang's hand was slow for a second, the beautiful black hair spun in the air, and soon stopped on the ground, California Qingguang saw that Song Si's original flat bangs were missing a big piece, looking abnormal funny.

"Pfft." Xiao Ye was holding the little tiger in his arms that the five tigers returned to Song Si, and made a movement behind him, which made Song Si stunned for a moment.

Song Si turned his head to look at Xiao Ye Zuo's words, but what he saw on his face was still stunned: "You were the one who laughed just now?"

The little bandit shook his head, serious and serious, but his lack of confidence was revealed in his eyes. Speaking of it, it seemed that this was the first time that Xiao Ye Zuowenwen laughed out loud in front of Song Si, which made Song Si a little curious about his current image.

Raising his head, Song Si wanted to see his own bangs, but because he leaned back, all his bangs ran back, and finally saw nothing.

California Qingguang endured the stomach ache with a smile, and his shoulders shook violently, but he heard Song Si scolding: "Don't laugh!"

"Why can Xiaoye laugh!"

Song Si lowered his head, seriously, and thought carefully for a long time, then he opened his mouth under California Qingguang's curious eyes: "Because Xiaoye is cuter than you."

California Qingguang touched his heart, feeling a little pain.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Song Si's hair, which was very smooth. The man with his back facing him was sitting obediently. Because of the hair loss, there was a trace of daze on his face, which was similar to Xiao Ye Zuowen in front of him. It looks like.

California Qingguang has always been very good at dressing up, and Song Si's crippled hairstyle has become normal and refined a lot under his dexterous hands.

Song Si patted his head: "Trouble." With such a complicated bun, his patience should not be put on this kind of thing at all, it is too troublesome.

"Since you're so bored, why not do an experiment with me."

Putting the tea in his hand aside, Song Si stood up, looked at the bell in the summoning hall, spiritual power emerged from his fingertips, and lightly tapped on the bell.

California Qingguang suddenly covered his heart, he panted heavily, the darkness that suddenly fell in front of him made California Qingguang feel unable to breathe, as if he was packed in a delicate box.

Unable to break free left and right, he was finally lifted up, and then fell heavily to the ground, falling to pieces.

Trapped in it and unable to struggle, when he became sober in front of his eyes, Song Si's face appeared in front of him, California Qingguang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, touched his forehead, the cold sweat on that head made California Qingguang unbearable Live shivering.

What was that just now?

California Qingguang stared closely at Song Si's face, the paleness on that face made California Qingguang startled, and Song Si drew out the large letter prohibiting injecting spiritual power into the knife emblem bell on the employee handbook in his hand .

"Tell me, how did you feel just now?"

Qingguang swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and the sweat on his palm merged with the sweat on his forehead that he touched just now: "Dark, very dark, it's like being locked in a small dark room, no, it's not a small black room, it's actually dark." It’s like being locked in a coffin alive.”

Song Si's eyes tightened, and he looked at the pulsating spiritual power in his hands, those spiritual powers were like jumping musical notes, intimately circled around Song Si's fingers, and then entered the body from Song Si's fingertips internal.

It turned out to be the case.

This kind of spiritual power injection from current affairs can dig out the darkest memory in his heart and show it to the owner of the knife emblem bell who has been given spiritual power.

California Qingguang's current condition is obviously not good, and even his steady breathing has become disordered, until the cold fingertips touched his temples, like a clear stream, evacuating the scorching heat that made him unable to breathe .

"Thank you..." Before the voice fell, California Qingguang could no longer see Song Si's figure, and looked at Xiaoye Zuowen who was standing beside him, the child pointed in the direction of Song Si's bedroom, California Qingguang knew clearly He nodded, turned to look at the string of bells, and paused: "Speaking of... the bells near Sanri Yuezong are now placed with mine."

"What's the matter with you?" Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro asked, looking at Mikazuki Munekin whose expression was slightly stiff.

Sankaiyue breathed in a low voice, and halfway through, he raised his head and smiled at the singer Kanesada beside him, "Welcome to the Heian Era." Then, he turned his waist: "Old man, maybe Just flashed to the waist."

Yamabukiri's expression was a little subtle, the person who took the reputation lightly yesterday said this, probably not the waist, but the tongue.

Hasebe, who is pressing and cutting, is eager to make military achievements and prove himself in front of the new master. When he heard this, he laughed: "What you said is really reasonable, so the retrograde army will be assigned in the future, so you don't want to follow me." We stole it."

"Hahahaha, very good, very good." Sanri Yuezong smiled gently, looking unusually kind: "It's good to be motivated."

Hasebe, who was pressing and cutting, smelled the smell of an old cadre, and seeing Sanriyue's unchanging smile, he always felt that his hands were a little itchy.

Fox Nosuke ran in from the door and yelled at several people: "There's movement over there again."

Sankai Yuezong, who was walking at the end of the team, felt his back was soaked in cold sweat. The feeling of suffocation just now, the touch of spiritual power from that person, even if he was walking on the street outside, he could feel the cold wind blowing. His hands holding the sword trembled.

Yamabuki Kunihiro turned the sword away from Mikazuki's eyes: "Mikazuki Munekin, what's wrong with you?" Even this kind of enemy would lose their composure when fighting with a sword, this is not Mikazuki Munejin's usual style.

"It's nothing." San Riyue took a deep breath: "I'm old, I have to give young people the opportunity to make meritorious deeds."

With a trembling of Hasebe's hand, he slashed the enemy in front of him with a dagger, and exposed him mercilessly: "That's not what you said when you grabbed the head yesterday."

San Riyue worked hard to stabilize her trembling hands: "Hey, when I went out today, I can say that I was up to my waist."

"......"

The feeling just now is still there. After so many years, this is the first time he feels such despair. Is it the emotion from that person?

Slashing the retrograde army in front of him, San Riyue rubbed his fingertips, and let out a deep breath. If this is from that person's despair, how can that person persist in this emotion until now, like a normal person? generally?

This master is really getting more and more interesting.

Song Si corrected the information in front of him. With the increase of Honmaru's swords and the number of battles, there were more and more documents. Song Si felt a headache reading it. It was incomparable to those fun little travel notes. Song Si called California Qingguang come over.

"Your exercise should be not only physically, but also mentally." Song Si said seriously, California Qingguang also nodded hurriedly, waiting for the follow-up plot, but Song Si stuffed a large package of documents into his hands.

"So the files are up to you."

Jia Qingguang held the document that was almost as tall as him, and watched Song Si take the travel notes from the bookshelf next to him, and made tea on the seat beside him, and called Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen to come and tell the story to the children .

Putting the document on the desk beside him, California Qingguang looked at the harmonious scene of one large and one small, and touched his chest, feeling even more painful.

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