The pond is full of lotus, the breeze is gusting, the yarn of the pearl Luo is lightly wafting with bursts of lotus fragrance, accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo not far away, it is obviously an excellent sky and extremely beautiful scene, but Dilumudo feels cold all over his body at a certain moment.

For the Heroic Spirits, time in the constellation of the Heroic Soul is actually not difficult, because the speed of time is different, and they have weakened their perception of time, and they know where they are and what they are doing. He couldn't imagine what it was to be alone and counting the time to stay on Valhalla, surviving for decades without knowing the purpose and whereabouts, and still being able to maintain a sober mind.

"These" he looked around left and right, the singer and dancer, the guard and maid not far away, he at first thought that they were like soldiers in the inherent enchantment of the conquering king, but now he found that they were completely different from them.

"It's a stone figurine that I was buried with." Many years ago, the funeral system was abolished, replaced by life-like stone figurines, and the maidservants and eunuchs were all available, taking the place of the martyr and sleeping with him forever.

It's just that he never thought that he would be able to open his eyes again after he lost his breath, and the people around him had familiar faces one by one, but none of them had any will that belonged to "people", and he had to order one action at a time, otherwise it would be like wood and stone standing stiff and becoming the most primitive stone figurine.

It took him sixty years to give them the basic appearance of "people".

This place is his leopard room, but it is not his leopard room, down is his mausoleum, where he pushed open the coffin and climbed out, up is the palace, is the town of the general's mansion, countless houses and palaces are stacked on top of each other, no matter how you go, you can't go to the end.

He's not so much the master here as the prisoner here—the prisoner who is on the verge of destroying the master.

He erected a stone pillar, and every day he let the guards add a short mark, and every year he let the guards add a long mark, and so far he has fifty-nine long marks.

How ridiculous, he lived only thirty and one year when he was alive, but after his death, he enjoyed sixty years of immortality alone, his face remained unchanged, and he continued without accidents, and he didn't know the end, and he grinded his arrogant and wild temperament into a dead silence without a trace.

Even, he no longer dreamed of the wolf smoke billowing in the northwest and the hazy smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's not that it's dead, but it's that the despair and resentment have been turned into a deeper sword, which has been wiped and sharpened over and over the years, and has become a more dangerous appearance.

Kyogokuhiko smacked his lips, feeling that Dilumudo's eyes mixed with subtle pity made him feel an itch on his hands.

"Sixty years," Dilumudo suddenly thought of a possibility, "Holy Grail War? ”

"I guess too." Kyogokuhiko smiled lightly, "So I made a little bit of an effort. "Thanks to the efforts of his ancestors and ancestors who were keen on alchemy, metaphysics, immortality, and countless ancestors such as the former dynasty and the former dynasty, he collected countless classics for him, which he used for entertainment in the past sixty years, and could be used for reference when needed.

Di Lumudo didn't ask him what he had done, but changed the subject and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to try my skills?" ”

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him, threw the last handful of fish food in his hand into the pond, got up and said, "Go this way." ”

It is still painted vermilion Jiuqu back to the bridge, and the maid at the head of the bridge holds a small basin for His Majesty who has fed the fish to wash his hands, and takes off the crimson crane on his body.

The martial arts arena was exquisitely cultivated, and Kyogoku took out a long knife and shook it, raising his head and smiling: "Please." At this moment, his face showed a little energy, and in a trance, he had some overlap with the arrogant young man.

Dilumudo cautiously looked at the knife in the young man's hand, the spine was straight and the blade was slightly curved, the handle of the thick-backed thin-bladed blade was slightly long, and it could be grasped with one or both hands, although it was a standard weapon that he had never seen before, and his rich combat experience could clearly tell him the power of this weapon.

A red □□ appeared on his hand, and a spear flower shook out from his wrist, and he moved lightly to attack it.

The spearman's offensive was swift and agile, and His Majesty did not rush to raise his sword to block, and the boring situation of almost sixty years was enough for him to practice his one-and-a-half moves to perfection, and he had also honed his skills from the royal education and went to the battlefield, and his reaction to battle was much better than Di Lumuduo's prediction.

The red shadow of the wood/cang tip flickered, and the sword that flashed silver light collided with a sharp sound, the young man's combat power was beyond imagination, it was completely unimaginable that he and the weak young master were the same person, and they were evenly matched, and Di Lumuduo's anger slowly arched up.

"There's no mercy going on." He smiled, his eyes showing a brilliant gilt gold under the burning of fighting spirit, and his insolent fighting intent was shown under the flying spirit.

The mole of love given by the fairy under the corner of his eye is even more bewildering when it is plated with a layer of madness, and the dexterous and powerful figure is unreservedly reflected in Kyogokuhiko's eyes, the two figures are intertwined and separated, the wood/cangjian tip cuts his cheek, and the blade rubs through Dilumudo's chest, and the blood is mixed with sweat, mixed with the breath full of male tension.

His cheeks tingled slightly, Kyogohiko hadn't felt this real pain for a long, long time, the golden-eyed knight's eyes were awe-inspiring, and there was an unconscious frenzied smile on the corner of his mouth, the more he fought, the more dazzling it became, and the rapid and hot breath seemed to ring in his ears, Kyogohiko licked the blood flowing to the corners of his mouth, not surprised at all that his mouth was dry.

Violence and sex are always inseparable, and he found that he was provoked by the fierce battle and had no sense of shame

The metal collided together with a screeching sound, and Dilumudo, who was immersed in the battle, did not notice that the eyes of his opponent looking at him had changed, and the excessive heat was automatically understood by him as a provocation, and the wood/barn tip as bright as fire was heavy and treacherous, leaving no longer any back.

Wanting to win, wanting to win, he seems to have returned to his carefree youth, the weapon in his hand has not been attached to any superfluous meaning, the weapon is the weapon, the battle is just for victory, the footsteps are brisk as if he has inserted wings, and he has been trying his best to go up, and then up, his throat is dry and thirsty for the sweetness of the fruits of victory, and everything is gone, leaving only the dazzling sword light in front of him, and the eyes that are like a provocation.

Kyogohiko swung his sword to resist the knight's increasingly rapid attack, he did not deny that he must have fallen into a disadvantage, no matter how diligent the pampered emperor Xià was in martial arts, it was difficult to surpass Di Lumuduo, who had been hunted down for sixteen years, in actual combat, but this battle was too exciting, as if he had brought him back to the grassland battlefield decades ago, and the wolf smoke was billowing with the smell of blood between his breath, so that he was reluctant to end it for a while.

The arms began to be sore, and the pace gradually became unsteady, this time they fought day until the sky was full of stars, and the smooth ground not long ago was covered with ravines and ravines drawn by the knife wood/warehouse, and the layers of robes were soaked with sweat, but the spirit was still in extreme excitement, and after panting and staring at each other face to face for a long time, Kyogohiko threw the knife away, waved his hand and said, "Don't fight." The cold light of the knife fell back into its scabbard, and it still hummed unfinished before it fell silent.

Dilumudo took Nagagi/Kura back, and watched amusefully as Kyogohiko tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, spread his legs and sit on the ground, waving at him with half-squinted eyes, "Come and sit with me for a while." ”

The young man's pale cheeks were dyed crimson because of the vigorous exercise, and the small section of his neck on the purple collar was terribly white, and the big and round cat eyes of his youth became narrow and long with age, and the tail of his eyes provoked a peach blossom-colored flying red, and he no longer looked like a delicate cat but a dangerous tiger and leopard, and sat on the ground without any rudeness, with three points of elegance and nobility, and with a hook of his fingertips, Di Lu Muduo sat honestly beside him.

"Let's talk to me for a while." The Majesty, who was very satisfied, also softened, shook the sweat on his head and looked up at the stars in the sky, and smiled gently and harmlessly.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dilumudo asked, looking up in his posture, there was no moon but stars, and after trying to identify a few failures, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked at the arrangement of stars more carefully.

"Don't look at it." Kyogokuhiko said, "It's not stars hanging here. He nodded at the sky, smiling a little complacent and a little helpless, "It's the pearl of the night." ”

The black dome is decorated with night pearls of various colors, large and small, which was designed by Kyogokuhiko on a whim, and it was just a small room, but it became the entire sky here. But he really didn't know where the light came from in the daytime, but thanks to this black-and-white transformation, he didn't collapse in the illusion of time stagnation.

Even Dilumudo can't help but smack his tongue at its value, although the Celts preferred gold and precious stones, and a piece of luminous stone was also valuable.

"Like?" Kyogokuhiko glanced at him sideways, stretched out his hand and tapped it, and a round bead slowly fell from the dome, exuding a soft and warm light golden brilliance, accompanied by the rotation of his fingertips, the luster was bright and dark, which was extremely beautiful.

Every grass and tree here is under the control of Kyogohiko, and as the years go by, picking up stars and exploring the moon is just a matter of his thoughts.

"It's beautiful." Dilumudo said, his eyes were pure appreciation, like the color of the pearl of the night, clean and warm.

"I think so, too." Kyogohiko smiled with crooked eyebrows, and let go of his hand to let the Night Pearl return to the sky, "Gold is rare, but if it's red gold, it's even better." As he spoke, he looked into Dilumudo's eyes, and the rich gold in those eyes still had a little bit of fighting intent left, faintly causing some kind of fire that had been extinguished by exhaustion to rise again.

The excessively hot eyes made Dilumudo instinctively feel a trace of unease, and subconsciously looked around left and right, his body tensed slightly, and he could jump up suddenly in the next second.

Like a beautiful leopard. Kyogokuhiko lowered his eyes to hide a trace of desire, and made a small calculation in his heart. The word "Majesty" has never been bad in the dictionary, and what you like is unscrupulous to get your hands on.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is this?" He waved the spell on the back of his hand at Dilumudo, there should have been three of them, but one of his hands had completely faded and left only a few traces, and he would even ignore it if he didn't notice it carefully.

"This is the order of the mantra, and the order given by the mantra cannot be violated." Dilumudo looked away and suppressed the sudden gloom in his heart, the spell was a nightmare for him, so much so that he still can't let go.

Kyogokuhiko touched the marks on the back of his hand and asked with interest, "Is any order okay?" ”

"Any order." A dark color flashed in Dilumudo's eyes, and he forcibly restrained himself from getting up and attacking, and the spell made him feel threatened, and being ordered to commit suicide twice in a row by the spell was definitely not a good record.

"Really?" Kyogokuhiko thought about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that made him feel a little ominous.

"With the curse, you come and kiss me."

The honey-golden eyes instantly widened in surprise, reflecting the younger and closer face, and the dark eyes full of evil taste that was about to overflow.