The black-haired boy was pressed under his palm, and his cheeks were thin red due to lack of oxygen and anger, which made the originally pale pink at the corners of his eyes also dyed a little bright, and he looked really very weak, like a fragile glass product, which would shatter so much that it would not be clear to see the original when touched.

- Only those eyes, round and upward, refracted the brilliance of a sharp and bloody blade, and a certain kind of convergence in the momentum exploded, like the morning bell and dusk drums in an instant, making people's brains blank, and they involuntarily let go of their hands and knelt on the ground in a daze, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Kyogohiko covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and after quickly pasting a few talismans on the figure in front of him, he had the energy to look at what kind of divine he had summoned.

His black hair was tangled like seaweed, and his face and body were stained with blood as if he had just experienced a fierce battle, and the sludge that exuded an ominous aura fell from his pointed cheeks to the ground, revealing a pair of honey-colored eyes with a mad aura behind the mess.

"I curse curse" The hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, and full of resentment poured out of those eyes.

A beast that has no humanity, only murderous intent and hatred.

Kyogohiko recalled the incantation he had recited, it was really strange, how could he feel like he had summoned a Berserker when he was a Lancer? Could it be that the incantation was mispronounced?

"Kill you! I'll kill you! Sitting on his knees, Lancer struggled to break free from the shackles of the spell, the wound on his body cracked again with the tense and relaxed muscles, black blood gushed from the wound, his eyes widened and cracked, and the white scarlet blood of his eyes flowed down the corners of his eyes, making his already dirty and unreal face even worse, like a demon crawling back from hell.

Kyogoku looked at the lump on the ground with his hand, scanning the undulating and powerful muscles and every scar on his body inch by inch, and after reading the number of heroic spirits that were not bad, he finally reluctantly dispelled the idea of returning the goods, and used the rich aura of the room to urge the spell, causing the mist to form a thick cumulonimbus cloud.

"Come down here, and wash away the rain of all things." Let the aura turn into rain and fall, and the aura of pure heart and evil will wash away and heal the wounds on the heroic spirit's body, and by the way, bring back his sanity that was washed to the other side of the unknown shore.

After taking a bath towel from the trembling little monster next to him and throwing it on the head, Kyogokuhiko left a sentence of "Come out by yourself when you think clearly", and went upstairs to wash himself, only to be pressed to the ground and choked his neck, making the dust uncomfortably tight.

Fortunately, although this house has not been inhabited for many years, the water and electricity are still on, and the obedient little monster put the bath water and kept chirping at the bathroom door, the round ball tail of the little rabbit behind the buttocks flicked and flicked, and the kitten paws held the folded clothes, and the left paw stepped on the right paw, anxiously waiting for the sound of water in the bathroom to stop.

The little master didn't have any consciousness that he was being waited for, so he slowly scrubbed his body, soaked himself in hot water, took out his mobile phone and ignored the mailbox that was about to explode, hummed a small tune and continued to play the game.

The boring game of stacking blocks,But there is a kind of magic of mystery.,Squatting there and playing can't stop.,Before you know it, time has passed.,Until you find that the hot water in the bath has begun to cool.,Kyogokuhiko put down the phone.,From the little monster waiting outside the door whose legs are weak, he took a towel and hastily dried his body and put on his clothes.,Sitting on the sofa in the living room with wet hair.

Then play the game.

The two rabbit-like little monsters laboriously pulled the towel, stepped on the back of the sofa to wipe the hair of the little master, swaying as if stepping on a tightrope, and relied on the cat's paws to pull the rough fibers of the fabric sofa to maintain balance so as not to fall down.

Hearing the sound of light footsteps gradually approaching the living room from the storage room, Kyogokuhiko put away his mobile phone, propped himself on the arm of the sofa with one hand, folded his legs and looked at the corner in the direction of the storage room for a long time, and whistled very rogue in his heart the moment he saw his Servant.

The mist turned by the aura is still swirling, the black hair is damp and soft and with moisture, reflecting a resolute and handsome face is also a little softer, and the honey-colored eyes are sparkling and a little bit demonic and cold, just like the frivolous and harsh arc of the corners of the lips, the whole body is filled with a demon-like soul-stirring aura, and a little tear mole under the corner of the eye suddenly looks alive and fragrant.

However, Kyogohiko prefers his body wrapped in tight clothes, the lines are smooth and undulating and extremely powerful, and every movement is light and powerful, which is more satisfying to the little young master than that beautiful face.

"Put your name on you, Lancer." Kyogohiko said.

"My name is Dilumudo. Audi that Master. The young man stood a few steps in front of Kyogokuhiko and replied nonchalantly.

"Dilumudo." Kyogokuhiko, who is familiar with various myths and legends, immediately found information about him in his brain, "If you don't want to call me Master, you don't have to force yourself, don't make me look like I'm forced to become a prostitute." ”

Dilumudo's eyes froze, and for the first time he looked seriously at the young man on the sofa, he looked really very weak, his face was pale without blood, his face was delicate and clean, his eyes were large and raised, and the corners of his lips were not smiling and there was a three-point sneering and arrogant arc, just like those noble cats he had seen raised beside noble ladies, and he couldn't see the almost overwhelming and terrifying power of Fang Cai for half a minute.

"I thought," he narrowed his eyes and chuckled, leaning down to the boy's face, his eyes flowing with gloomy malice, "you're going to hate me so much."

"Because of your impudent arrogance?" Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows, grabbed the young man's hair and tore him off, and the two of them could feel each other's breathing very closely, ambiguous and dangerous. In his previous life, he was obsessed with raising tigers and cheetahs, and the emperor who fought with him in the beast field laughed unbridled and arrogant, and at this distance, the power in his eyes was unobstructed, "Maintaining stupid self-esteem like a lost dog like this will only make you more pathetic." ”

The young man's tone was lingering like a whisper on the pillow when a lover was in love, the content was cold and to the point, Di Lumu stiffened, and the next second the fierce light in his eyes bloomed, and the blood red was heavy and pervasive, one hand pressed Kyogohiko's shoulder and a fist clenched and swung straight up, the force was so great that even if Kyogohiko turned his head in time and let his fist smash into the sofa, the strong wind brought by the fist still cut a narrow and deep scar on his cheek.

Kyogokuhiko wiped a handful of scars, and unsurprisingly touched a hand of blood, but he was laughing, laughing unusually happily, Dilumudo wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that his body seemed to be firmly entangled in something, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, so he could only watch as the boy kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The spearman without yin and yang eyes couldn't see it, the pure black silk thread was wrapped around him, and two rabbit-like little monsters held one end of the silk thread, and jumped on his face with angry chirping.

"Alright, alright." Kyogokuhiko reached out and touched the hairy heads of the two little rabbits, tying the black silk threads into a dead knot, "Go back and give me medicine." As he spoke, he let the two little rabbits jump onto his shoulders, and stood up and looked condescendingly at the young man's horrified eyes, "The second time, it's only three, vicious dog." ”

"Treat our guests well." Kyogokuhiko turned and walked to the stairs, lazily commanding, "Be careful not to kill people." Dilumudo couldn't hear the deafening roar of the monsters in the room, and Kyogokuhiko, who could hear it, just reached out and put a soundproof note on the wall, and lay on his side on the bed and let the little monster help him deal with his wounds.

The wound was deep and narrow, and the blood flowed several pieces of gauze before it stopped, and the little monster was so anxious that he couldn't stop screaming, and his little ears drooped down and turned around on Kyogokuhiko's pillow to make people dizzy, and after a while, the two little monster ears touched together, and carefully lay on Kyogokuhiko's cheek and licked the edge of the wound.

The place where he was licked was slightly itchy, Kyogokuhiko frowned, but he didn't say anything, let the little monster lick his face all over the place, the little monster's saliva carried the fragrance of grass and trees, inexplicably making people want to draft the morning dew dripping from the grass tips on the ground, and the smell was not annoying.

The wound healed quickly with saliva and healed, leaving only a light-colored scar soon, and it only took one more night to leave no scars, as if it had never been there.

"It's been a busy night, so you should have a good rest." Kyogokuhiko put the little monster on the other side of the bed, the large double bed is enough for three little young masters to roll on it, and he won't feel crowded if there are a few more little monsters, the two little monsters rolled on the bed, pulled the corners of the quilt and shrank in, happily hugged each other and fell asleep.

The little young master yawned, sensed the breath downstairs, and made sure that his spearman was still alive and well, except for the shortness of breath, after nothing happened, he pulled the quilt up with peace of mind, closed his eyes, and was attacked twice after a long journey, he was also very tired.

In contrast, Dilumudo, who was lying alone downstairs, was not so comfortable, and his new Master looked like he was talking to the void, which made people feel hairy in his heart for no reason, and he struggled for a long time with strange restraints on his body and couldn't break free, but his chest was stuffy and he felt that he couldn't get angry, and his eyes were spent, and the chill rose up one after another, and he almost fainted.

Let's turn our perspective a little, and we can see a group of strangely shaped monsters filling the living room, large and small, round and square, chatting around the spearmen.

"It's really a cute little brother~~" The scantily dressed wandering girl couldn't see herself because of Dilumudo, floating around him with all kinds of hands and feet, and the groggy Dilumudo couldn't help but shiver.

"I like it so much~~" The bewitching fox squatted on his broad and powerful chest with his tail flicked, and stretched out his paws to pat it greedily, "I haven't seen such a high-quality man for many years~~"

"Like" the powder-faced Zashiki boy tilted his head and poked Dilumudo's cheek, laughing happily, "I like it!" ”

"Oh oh oh wine is coming!" The drunken serpent bit several jars of wine, and carried a lot of excited monsters on its back.

"It's been a long time since there's a banquet hahaha!" The kappa jumped down from the back of the serpent and hit Dilumudo in the face, and the young man felt as if he had been punched, and his face hurt terribly.

"Such a handsome face~~ You are too much~~" The snow girl floated down, touched the bruises on his face distressedly, and successfully made his cheeks form a thin layer of ice, "Just apply ice to it~~"

"I hate it, he's mine~~" The long black hair of the wandering girl flicked like a snow girl attacking the past, the snow girl quickly avoided it, covered her mouth and smiled: "It's just a man, don't be so anxious"

"That's it!" The red-faced beaver put his arm around the shoulders of the two of them and laughed and offered his glasses, "Drink, drink!" ”

The wandering girl's face was a little pale, and she took a sip of wine through the beaver's hand, and said coquettishly: "Then listen to you once, dead ghost!" After she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and sat down beside Dilumudo silently, and the tree spirit quickly stretched out the branch and pushed the beaver, "Go quickly"

The beaver touched his nose and smirked as he approached the wanderer's side to offer his courtesy.

The monsters in the room were obviously drunk, laughing and going crazy, causing Dilumudo to suffer a lot of pond fish, and the tree spirit looked at the mess in the house, and leisurely poured another pot of wine on the roots of his own tree.

It's such a mess, and he's going to die tomorrow anyway, so he'll have to drink more now.