The light-colored lips hesitated to approach Kyogokuhiko's lip flap, the slightly wet and warm breath gradually became clear and palpable, and the close distance reflected the thin red of the young man's eyes, Di Lumudo's heart moved slightly, and the roots of his ears couldn't help but flush with wolf bèi, but his body involuntarily approached under the manipulation of the spell, and then he got closer, Kyogokuhiko tilted his chin slightly for a long time and waited for him to deliver it to the door, his eyes clearly revealed the meaning of seeing the excitement, and the leisurely appearance reflected Di Lumudo's appearance more and more embarrassed.

The knight's movements were slowly soaring unwillingly, and Kyogokuhiko was not in a hurry, admiring Dilumudo's shy and red-burned cheeks and ears, waiting for the food to automatically fall into his mouth, the moderately thick lips were the most suitable for kissing, the lip color was slightly light but just right, and he exhaled a sweet breath with honey half-open, so that he couldn't help but move his throat slightly, half-squinted his eyes and laughed: "If you are not happy, I am not guaranteed what will happen." ”

Di Lu Mu stiffened, he is not a little chick, the things that should be known are still clear, when he was young, he also mixed with his comrades and heard a lot of cold meat jokes, so he naturally understood the hidden meaning of Jing Jiyan's words, and after a long pause, he sighed in his heart, closed his eyes and pasted it regardless of it.

The touch on his lips was unusually soft, Kyogokuhiko's eyes darkened, and he was about to toss and turn to deepen the kiss, but the sudden dazzling white light and weightlessness made him a little confused for a while, and he barely changed from a sitting position to a standing position.

Dilumudo looked at the empty meadow, a faint white light flickering on the jade of the martial arts arena, and the familiar magic fluctuations told him where Kyogokuhiko had gone.

"Looks like my real yàn has succeeded." Kyogokuhiko regained his calm expression in a few breaths, and looked at the surrounding ambilight, which was like a crossroads built in the endless void, and if you took one step further, you would fall off a cliff. The future is probably reality, and this realization makes his heart swell with a little eagerness.

A person who has lived almost numb in the seemingly endless years, and finally there is a day when there is hope to get out of this situation, and even Kyogokuhiko can't maintain his calm skin.

But there was no one around, and Dilumudo probably didn't come with him, licking the corners of his lips with a retrospective taste, and it seemed that he could still feel the sweet fragrance of honey on the tip of his tongue, which made him feel a little regretful.

Anyway, Kyogokuhiko straightened the sleeves of his robe and took a step forward, the "wind" from the other world pushed his body forward, and various points of light flickered in front of him, and in a trance he seemed to hear someone chanting a spell.

"Then thou shalt dazzle thyself with chaos, and serve me

Thou art imprisoned at the threshold of madness! ”

So a black mist spread in the wind, covering Kyogokuhiko's eyes, and rushing madly down his limbs, and the cold aura grew in his body, making him feel uncontrollably suffocated and painful, wanting to devour his sanity that he had worked so hard to maintain for a long time.

Resentment, pain, despair, all kinds of negative feelings hit my heart, and the past that I thought had been stuffed into a box and thrown into the deepest part of my memory slowly surfaced, and black smoke floated, ready to glimpse a gap and take advantage of the opportunity.

I really remembered a lot of memories that weren't very pleasant. Kyogokuhiko's eyes were precipitated with a bottomless darkness, and the corners of his mouth curled up and a sigh overflowed from his lips, he didn't crawl out of his coffin to be used as a dog for others, since he wanted to devour his reason so much, he simply opened the city gate and let the black fog invade, but that deep obsession was a difficult bone to gnaw, but I was afraid that it didn't swallow him in the end, but was used by his almost desperate obsession to make a small snack.

is not afraid of resentment, otherwise what else will he be an emperor, and he is not afraid of pain, today's pain will be repaid a hundred times more every day, despair is the best nourishment for obsession, turning the belly full of snow and moon wind flowers into swords, buzzing over and over again ready to drink blood.

"You, summoned me?" Stepping on the magic circle outlined by scarlet blood stains under his feet, Jing Jiyan flicked the slump hanging in front of him, and the five-colored jade beads connected by colorful silk threads swayed, and his body was actually a very formal crown dress, he frowned, and changed into a set of moon-white regular clothes with a thought, and then gave a little look to the person standing in front of the magic circle.

"It's me." The person standing in front of the circle has gray hair and looks quite old, but it is well maintained and does not look like he can see it with old eyes, "In the lower middle of the Tong Dirty Inkstone, dare to ask your name"

Living a long time and seeing a lot, a face of the Tong dirty inkstone roughly estimated the character of the servant he summoned, and took a more humble attitude from the goodness, although it is not clear why it is Berserker who is clearly summoned, but the servant still retains the rationality that amazes him, but under the judgment of the situation, it is a rational choice to reach a consensus first to seek the Holy Grail.

It's a pity that Kyogokuhiko didn't have any interest in listening to him finish speaking, so he dropped a sentence of "boring" and turned into a spirit son and disappeared.

When he descended on this real world, countless complicated knowledge poured into his mind, and this new, unknown world was more appealing to him than grabbing an unknown cup with a group of dead and alive, especially after he learned to summon the inherent enchantment and successfully brought Dilumudo out of it, this inexplicable war was even less attractive to him.

It's the early spring of 1860, and the city of Fuyuki is secluded in a corner of the country, and the smell of the Industrial Revolution has not yet blown in with the breeze, and the assassinations in distant Edo are just after-dinner conversations.

This is the second time that the fight to the death has been fought for that miracle.

Walking through the ancient streets of Dongmu City, Dilumudo, with obvious exotic characteristics, was particularly "warm" welcomed by the residents, and the shops were in a hurry to close the door and lock it, and occasionally a child curiously pulled the crack in the door to look out, and was also dragged back by the adults in the family, and lowered his voice and scolded a few words.

The appearance of a country that I have never seen before, but the pronunciation of the language is still a little familiar, and Kyogokuhiko muttered vaguely: "Wa country." He didn't expect to see anything new in the low bungalows around, especially the muddy path on the ground after the rain, which made him miss the smooth and wide bluestone paved roads of the capital.

Dilumudo's figure didn't last long, it dissipated in place, Kyogokuhiko frowned, and slightly sensed the position of the servant who provided him with magical power, and the speed of movement in the state of Lingzi was unusually fast, and he could almost reach the place he wanted to go with a single thought - that is, the landing point might not be satisfactory.

His Majesty, who almost stepped into the pile of insects, frowned in disgust, and didn't look at the dirty inkstone sitting in the middle of the pile of insects, and directly dodged into his own inherent enchantment, washed himself from head to toe, and changed his clothes again, before appearing in the hall of the Jian Tong family with a frown.

Jian Tong Dirty Yan, who cleaned himself and got dressed, looked gentle and elegant, even if he was old, he was a rather attractive old man, and he couldn't see the hideousness of the insects on Fang Cai's body at all, and he only smiled mildly at Shangjing Jihiko's disgusted eyes, and said, "Let you see you laugh." ”

Kyogokuhiko replied vaguely and asked, "What was that just now?" He had heard of the Miao Jiang Gu Technique, and the art of raising insects and raising poison was spread to the gods, and he thought that the things practiced by this person called Jian Tong Dirty Yan were similar to them.

"The family under me is good at enslaving demons, especially insects." The palm of the dirty inkstone spread out, and a bright yellow butterfly fluttered out, "What I said just now was to extend my life." ”

He paused for a moment to organize his words before he continued, "The so-called Holy Grail is in the Lower Machiri. The work of the Sorgen, Einzberen and Tosaka families, and the Holy Grail War is the decision to belong, and the ultimate victor can use the Holy Grail to fulfill his long-cherished wishes. Einzberen wants to complete the third method, the Tosaka family wants to reach the root, and I want to use the Holy Grail to get rid of the malice in this world! But the Holy Grail has consumed most of my life, and the first Holy Grail War ended in failure, and I am not willing to die, so I created these Engraved Worms to replace my **, so that I can survive in this world for a longer time until my long-cherished wish is fulfilled! ”

The old man's eyes were clear and firm, and his words were loud, and his back was unconsciously erected when he said this, and his body was filled with a kind of righteousness that Kyogoku was very familiar with, and he had often seen in some counselors before.

Kyogokuhiko hooked his fingers, and the butterfly flapping its wings landed on his fingertips, and the breath exuded by the insect was almost the same as that of the old man, and if he had closed his eyes, he might have mistaken the Kirichi Dirty Inkstone for a new breed of giant insect.

"I'm not interested in your long-cherished wishes." The butterfly turned to ashes at his fingertips, and the corner of the young man's mouth picked up a faint and indifferent smile, "But the ugliness of your chase still has three points of ornamental value." ”

"Do your best to please me, and perhaps I will reward you with victory." The pale golden spirit was scattered like quicksand, and he smiled helplessly, realizing that the madness spell might have acted on something that was not very pleasant, and directed the character of the Heroic Spirit in a troublesome direction.

Kyogokuhiko's inherent enchantment is almost an exact replica of his Valhalla, the mountains and mountains of the palace are layered on top of each other, and the place where he appears is the palace on the lowest floor, and further down is his sleeping mausoleum, Dilumudo leaned on the ground and said softly, "I'm sorry. ”

The Heroic Spirit, who appeared in the world completely by magic, once he did not have a sufficient supply of magic power, it was difficult to even maintain the most basic body, and the two incomplete spells on Kyogohiko's body could not provide him with enough magic power.

"It's none of yours." The golden spirit that escaped from the Heroic Spirit's body passed through his fingers, like holding a puddle of sand that would scatter at any moment, "You rest here." ”

The lower the palace, the heavier the yin qi becomes, the yin qi in the palace on the lowest layer is almost condensed into a solid, wisps of gray mist hang between the trees, and there is no resentment The purest yin qi is a good thing to raise ghosts, although Jing Jiyan has not yet figured out what kind of existence the heroic spirit is, but it should be not much different from the ghosts and the like.

An inscrutable sigh flowed from Dilumu's lips, and his eyes closed heavily.