Chapter 169 Yan Feng Shirou

"Are you really going to do this?" asked Dante, looking at the man standing across from him.

"Father, I have strayed more and more from God's ways," the white-haired man said softly, clutching the cross on his chest.

Dante looked at him mockingly, God? He didn't believe that.

But...... Yan Feng Qili is indeed extremely incompatible with him.

On the contrary, it is the little ghost in front of him, and his style of doing things is very much in line with his appetite.

But......

Dante looked at his face carefully, and always felt that this face had been seen somewhere......

"If you choose that, I just want to change to a master. Dante smiled wildly on his uninhibited face.

The immortal body is himself a character who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and being injured will make him painful, but it does not mean that he will be afraid of death.

However, his master was a cautious and solitary coward, which made him extremely unhappy, and on several occasions he was allowed to evacuate under unfavorable circumstances during the battle.

He was used to the unfavorable situation, but he couldn't get used to running away no matter what.

It is precisely because of this that when Yanfeng Qili's righteous son proposed "how about changing to a master", Dante was naturally moved.

He is Dante, the demon Dante, not a mortal that everyone can handle, and most importantly he has more personality than most heroic spirits, his personality is wild and uninhibited, he is a dissolute prodigal, and he will never accept to run away without a fight.

From a tactical point of view, Dante's approach was indeed correct, but from Dante's personality, he would never accept this method of combat.

So......

Change one and change another.

There are not many ways for the Servant to change the owner, but the most effective one is to kill the original owner.

But when it came to killing the original owner, Dante was unwilling to do it and disdained to do it.

Then there is no doubt that the murder fell on Yan Feng Qili, the righteous son.

But what do you want to say about Dante's respect for Yan Feng Qili, the righteous son......

How much would Dante respect a man who was able to kill his own father?

Seriously, even if Dante is a rebellious son, when it comes to his father, he still has a lot of respect, and as for killing his father, it is unimaginable even in the demon world, let alone in the real world.

The person who is capable of doing such a thing is, without a doubt, a madman......

"Let me bear this sin. The white-haired young man gently put the cross around his neck into his collar and slowly walked out of the room.

"Huh. Dante sat on the cross, and the moonlight seeped through the window behind the cross and hit him, making his red trench coat seem to be plated with a layer of silver.

"Kill your father......"

"It's really interesting. ”

"Father, I have something to say to you. ”

Obviously, he had already decided the matter, but he still patted Yan Fengqili's door very politely, and then the door was opened, and a man with a face as if he had been carved out of a stonemason opened the door, and when he saw the white-haired young man, he still showed a hint of a smile.

"Shirou, it's so late, what's the matter with coming to me?" The middle-aged man turned to the wine cabinet with a smile and took a bottle of red wine.

Although he is a priest, he does not stop drinking, and even drinks a drink every night to help him sleep.

"Yes, father, something very important. Yan Feng Shirou didn't know when a black key appeared in his hand, and then slowly but firmly pierced into Yan Feng Qili's back.

The skin, the blood vessels, the muscles, then the kidneys, then the intestines, and finally directly through his chest.

"Hmm......" gritted his teeth, Yan Feng Qili's mouthful of blood did not spurt out, and his muscles tightened, and he did not die immediately when he should have died immediately, but turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yan Feng Shilang.

"Why. He asked.

"Because the father's path is wrong. There was no sadness or joy on Yan Feng Shirou's face, and he didn't seem to have the sadness of killing his father, nor the shame of killing his father, and he didn't even have the pleasure of killing his enemy.

He was as if he had just completed a task, and he was so cold that it chilled in people's hearts.

"Is it because it's so boring?" "Even if you grit your teeth, the blood still gushes up directly from your kidneys, and you can't stop it at all.

"Is it boring? My father really didn't understand why he wanted to run away from the war, even a pagan like Dante was eager to fight, but my father didn't understand anything. ”

He slowly pulled the black key out.

"The world has changed, father. He stretched out his hand, and the black key disappeared into his hand in an instant.

"You who can't hear God's voice won't understand. Taking out the cross, the white-haired young man grasped the cross with reverent eyes, "Lord, please give me more blessings and voices." ”

There seemed to be a dark voice in the void, making his gaze and expression firm.

"Dante, let's go. He pushed open the door, with a glowing spell in his hand, looked at Dante, who was sitting on the cross, and smiled as he spoke.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Dante feels as if this man has undergone a metamorphosis, as if he is the priest, and as if he is not the priest anymore.

"Oh. Dante replied without being salty, jumping off the cross and walking out of the church.

When the two were side by side, Dante turned his head to look at Shiro Yanfeng as if he suddenly remembered something.

"What did your god say?"

"It's always there. Yan Feng Shirou lightly pointed to the sky, and then to the cross, with a relaxed smile: "It's just that you mortals can't hear it." ”

"Mortal...... With a self-deprecating smile, Dante walked towards the church door.

"This time, I want to see the head of Kylar Etok, don't fail, Dante. He looked at Dante, who was about to step out of the door, and said.

"As long as I have enough spells and magic, I won't fail. Dante slung the sword of rebellion to his shoulder, then turned his head and sneered.

"Well, please do your best. Shirou raised his left hand, and the spells on it came to life, as if each one contained a great deal of magical power.

But when Dante walked out of the church, strange doubts arose in his heart.

Wasn't one spell already used up before, why did he still have six spells?

In addition to his own, there are only 2 spells left in Yan Feng Qili's spell, right, this guy ......

Where the hell did you get all those spells?!

But at this time, Dante didn't have time to pay attention to this......

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The old lady went home to live...... It's so noisy with my sister......