The Lost Island, the remnants of history - Kyoto, a rock castle by the sea, the ancient residence of the Joto family.

Looking at the sea, the pavilion is carved with a jade railing, the outdoor wall is vermilion, and the halls are undulating with the mountain, towering above the clouds.

From these buildings, you can see the heritage of a family's cultural heritage, and its specifications and size are not inferior to the three major artifact families (King of Fighters).

"Miss Saori, please spread your legs apart. "A mechanical voice, without any emotion.

"No! no......" The girl's cry echoed in the deep courtyard.

"Keiko, Concubine, still haven't helped Miss complete the coming-of-age ceremony!" the indifferent voice sounded again.

"Hey!" there was a neat response from inside the house, and two women in traditional kimonos walked slowly towards the girl hiding in the foothills with small steps.

"Teacher Cang, please stop......" the girl begged with tears in her voice.

The white embroidered clothes slowly moved from the shadows to the sun, and the girl walked very slowly, one of her hands and five fingers spread out to cover her chest, her face was rarely pale, and her breathing was slightly rapid, as if it was very difficult to walk two more steps, and it seemed that although she had survived the original attack, she had also paid a heavy price.

"Miss, when the Chenghu family is dying, I hope you will put the overall situation first. The girl walked up to the girl, bowed deeply, and continued, "With the death of the old man, the funds of the consortium are broken, as long as the young lady cooperates with the main club, the consortium will usher in a new life." ”

As soon as the words fell, the cangnu suddenly raised her head, a kind of madness flashed in Gujing Wubo's eyes, and she raised the "Demon Suppression Pestle" and jumped up.

"Ah......" A female voice rose high.

The window paper that was dimly lit by the sunlight was suddenly dyed with bright red...... Contrasting with that light, it is like the blood of the sunset.

On the top of the nine-storey tower, the old man sits cross-legged, his body is as immobile as a mountain, there is a wooden table incense burner in front of him, and the green smoke is billowing out; behind him there is the sea and the sky, and the sound of the waves is still the same.

The dark green robe moved lightly in the wind, the white beard was like snow, the white eyebrows were like flocculent, and the bright head was ...... I didn't even bring that peculiar green hat.

At this time, the screams had not yet sounded, and the eyes hidden under the eyebrows suddenly opened, and the dark eyes were filled with shock, and the next moment, the female voice came leisurely.

The old man didn't hesitate any longer, his robe shook, he rose to the ground, and a figure swept through the sky and disappeared into the attic in an instant.

The quiet courtyard suddenly caused chaos, and in a moment, the outside of the house of the city household Saori was already full of people, Wang Hu panted "belatedly", and saw that the old man was already standing in front of the courtyard, with a tall posture, and Yue Zhi Yuan. He looked into the house with fear and saw nothing, but the paper at the window was bright red.

Wang Hu cautiously crossed the crowd, came behind the old man, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and whispered, "Uncle Shi, the Sagittarius Golden Holy Clothes are gone." ”

The old man's body was shocked, his momentum was stagnant, he opened his mouth slightly, and was about to speak, only to hear a "squeak", and the door slowly opened.

The room shone with a thousand rays of light, shining with golden light, like the sun at noon, like the middle of the day.

The momentum of the old man's accumulation was broken, and in the face of the overwhelming aura of Mount Tai, he could only avoid its edge, step on the seven stars, and take three steps back in a row to stabilize his body.

Wang Hu beside him was even more unbearable, his body was directly shortened, half-kneeling on the ground, his face was flushed, as if someone had choked his throat.

The samurai, ronin, and ninjas who followed behind him all bowed down in an uproar, and the power of the gods was beyond the reach of mortals.

"Boom!" sounded like a heavy object hitting the ground. It was as if it was striking on everyone's heart.

The old man stared at the door, a golden-colored scepter touched the floor heavily, the white skirt was gently floated by the wind, and the white skirt still had a little red on it, whose blood was it, so shocking. Under the skirt, the white embroidered shoes crossed the threshold and stepped firmly on the ground, and a figure slowly swayed out, as if weak as a willow, bathed in the sun.

That's Saori Joto?!No! That's God!

"Those who blaspheme the gods will be punished by heaven!" A thin male voice of mosquitoes came to the old man's ears like five thunderbolts, which was the function of concentrating sounds.

Awe-inspiring characters, brilliant and mighty. The old man didn't dare to raise his head, but lowered his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, from the moment when the white skirt floated, through the skirt, white shoes, and legs, he saw the speaker, a golden armor...... Sagittarius Golden Sacred Clothes!

The brown-haired man knelt behind the goddess, and at this moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the old man with a blazing gaze, but his figure became more and more transparent, and he gradually wanted to disappear into this realm.

The old man passed the other party's fierce eyes and floated behind him, and the golden arrow sank into the back of the girl's vest, leaving only the tail of the arrow to exude a cold light.

At this moment, the old man already knew the ending, and the plan of "Divine Transformation" was a complete failure. Even the second step of "blasphemy" was not completed.

"One of the twelve main gods of Olympus, the founder of the art of spinning, the defender of the order of the court, the guide of military strategy, the guardian of the earth, Her Highness Athena, the goddess of wisdom, your faithful servant, at the helm of the Castle Consortium greets you. The old man threw off his robe, and his body slowly decreased.

In this step, he lost, and he lost completely. In this competition with heaven and earth, sentient beings, and people and gods as the chessboard, I don't know how the Wulao Peak fell.

Over the Arctic Ocean, an airplane shuttles through the sea of clouds to pull up long-tail clouds.

In the first-class cabin, in the independent bed space, the vampire Jane stood outside the door, her back against the curtain, her face cloudy.

Inside the door, Dismask was lying at the head of the bed, Alice was kneeling on the edge of the bed, he stretched out his hand to pick up the delicate chin, and asked softly, "I'm all naked, why can't you see clearly?"

Alice's body trembled like an electric rod, and she replied sparsely in a trembling voice, "Master power...... Strong, I can only ...... See the darkness of the future. ”

Dismask was very dissatisfied, he grabbed Alice to the side of the bed irritably, and met the pair of blood-red eyes with an exclamation, before he could make the next move, Dis's body suddenly froze, and Alice was still held in the air by the man.

Dismusk slowly let go of his hand, Alice hid in the corner like a wounded lamb, Dismusk ignored the woman's small movements, but opened the curtains, a ray of sunlight projected on his toned keto body, and the window was blue sky and white clouds.

"Jane, tell the captain that you are not going to Nordic land, but go back to Athens!" he commanded after a moment.

Athens, the land of the Sanctuary. The sky is clear and the white clouds are fluttering.

The sea of clouds rolls, on the zodiac.

The Pope wears ...... The white bathrobe stood on the attic of the Pope's Palace, looking into the distance, the long hair reached to the waist, and the gray-white hair was still dripping wet, infecting the bathrobe and moistening the temple. Obviously, while the Pope was still bathing, he was stirred up.

Behind the tall back, a group of guards knelt down, led by Kigas, the chief of staff of the Sanctuary.

In the quiet atmosphere, a burst of unhurried footsteps suddenly came, "Da~Da~" red high heels shuttled between the crowd, the floor held up a white dress, and the sun illuminated the red armor, which was the owner of the astrology building, Sextant Yuri.

The woman walked behind the man, draped a black robe over the man's body, and whispered, "The cold wind is coming." ”

The man looked at it for a long time, stretched out his fingers and spread his fingers, the golden pope's helmet flashed out, the pope slowly carried it on his head, and his handsome and resolute face was hidden under the helmet, and then he held back a sentence, "The purple-skinned old man is unreliable!"

At this time, the purple-skinned old man of Wulao Peak was sighing on the edge of the cliff, "Oops, messed up......"

"Zilong is still a child, you just let him order it. Chunli beside her cleaned up the chess pieces scattered all over the ground under her feet, straightened the chessboard, glanced at Zilong, who was kneeling beside her, and said softly to the old man.

The old man smiled, but there was a monstrous wave in his heart, and people and gods played chess, but no one expected it...... God, you can lift the table!

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