Jian Tong was very annoyed, so annoyed that there were already many wrinkles on his face, and there were several more wrinkles, shortness of breath and stomach pain, and he felt that his life was shortened by several years.

After completing the practice in the worm warehouse, changing his clothes and walking into the living room, the source of his troubles lay in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the beauty couch that he moved from nowhere was embroidered with green silk and rich peonies, and woven into gold threads to decorate the stamens, and he couldn't open his eyes in the afternoon when the sun was just right.

Using the Jian Kiri's familiarity with the Heroic Spirit System, he made a violation of the summon nearly a month in advance, and the immature system and the madness spell caused him a big trouble in summoning.

The slender young man was like an elegant leopard lying on the couch, casually flipping through the books taken out of the library of the Tong family, all the prohibitions in this house were like nothing to the Ying Ling, seeing the secret magic secret book of the Tong family in the middle of the Ying Ling's hand, Jian Tong Yan resisted the urge to spurt blood, took a few steps back and rushed back to the insect warehouse, and used the pain in his body to restrain the urge to use his hand to order the spell.

His only solace was to look at the number of his heroic spirits.

Real name: Zhu Houzhao (Ming Wuzong)

Tendon force A

Durable B+

Agile A

Magic A

Lucky EX

Noble Ex

Class skills

Frenzy E

Skills:

The Golden Rule A+.

Leadership A

Solo A+???

Phantasm Holder: ????????

How to say it, even if you can't see the specific Noble Phantasm because of the characteristics of Berserker, this value alone is a good win. Jian Tong Yan comforted himself in his heart, so that he should not care about the erratic whereabouts of the heroic spirit, the effect of the spell of the overly high ability to act alone was greatly weakened, and there was no consciousness of being a servant at all, and most of the library was emptied.

"I've got what I bought, go get it." Kyogokuhiko's lazy voice came from the jade cylinder hanging in the worm barn, and the dirty inkstone of Makiri took a deep breath without changing color, crawled out of the worm barn, changed his clothes, and went out to get something from the newly built post office in the center of the city.

A+'s ability to act alone allows this one to run all over Japan, and God knows how this one managed to get so many more ways across the country overnight, and these days all kinds of strange parcels have come to the post office one after another.

The package looked shabby, the edges of the vellum cracked open from the long bumps, revealing its contents—several thick stacks of books, the words familiar and unfamiliar, from a neighbouring country with a strip of water, a land that was still a mystery even to magicians.

In order to maintain his setting of "frail and powerless old people" in the city, he spent some money to hire an idle man at the door of the post office to help him carry it to the door of his house.

The kraft paper that wrapped the book was probably transported all the way with some kind of fish, with a very strong fishy smell and water stains, Kyogokuhiko frowned, looked at it several times and didn't move, and the dirty inkstone immediately knew that he was disgusted with the dirt outside, and took the initiative to reach out and tear the rope outside to tear open the kraft paper, and got a happy look from His Majesty.

Most of the people who sent the things also knew that the books were valuable, and they wrapped the books in several layers inside and out, so except for the cracked corners with some sludge, the rest of the place was flat and clean, and there was also the special ink aroma of the newly printed books. The first book is sandwiched with a piece of letterhead, and the hairpin on the primrose-colored letterhead is written "Gift to Friends Shou", and the scent of smoke belonging to the woman makes the face of the soiled inkstone green.

It only took a long time for Yingling to hook up with a confidant, and there was no one at this speed.

Kyogohiko rolled his eyes twice, picked up the book on the table and turned to leave, Lingzi flew away like broken gold in the sun, leaving Jian Tong Dirty Yan with a bitter face on the scattered books left by His Majesty, and began to clean up resignedly

Dilumudo was awakened by pain, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and when he woke up, the fallen leaves of the willow trees were scattered all over his body, and when he sat up, they all turned into broken glass and fell all over the ground.

The pain came from the heart, as if it was spreading from the deepest part of the heart, pumping and hooking the heart, such a deep sorrow and grief, that he could not help but cry in his eyes after only taking a few steps forward.

It's not that he's grieving, it's that another person connected to his magic is grieving, walking up the stone stairs in the mountains, tears flowing all over his face like a floodgate that can't be closed. He couldn't imagine what Kyogokuhiko would be like at this moment.

In the end, he found Kyogokuhiko in the dormitory, and the young man was surrounded by more than a dozen wine jars, large and small, and there were a few scattered wine glasses and wine cups on several cases, and the books on the floor were broken and the pages were all over the floor, and the handwriting was wet with wine.

He seemed to be drunk, and he couldn't see his face clearly as he crouched over several cases, and his intermittent crying and laughing sobs could be faintly heard through his scattered hair.

"Who is the river wide and a reed. Who is Song Yuan, who is looking forward to it, who is Heguang, who is Heguang"

The white fingers tapped on the table to make a rhythm, and the tune he sang was something that Di Lumuduo had never heard before, but he could clearly perceive the sadness and helplessness hidden in it.

This is the first time that Di Lumudo has seen Kyogokuhiko so wolf, whether it is the arrogant and arrogant young master or the deep and bad young man in front of him, he has three points of self-control and alienation from his bones, and his arrogance is as if he is righteous, and his clothes must be neat and meticulous, even if he is only stained with half a drop of wine, he will change it immediately, and he will not show half of his faux rude in front of others.

The closer he got closer, the heavier the sorrow he felt, and he opened his mouth to ask a question, but there was a dissonant sob.

So he heard Jing Jiyan laugh, the young man's long hair was not tied, his face was pale but his lips were as red as blood, there were no tears and no sadness, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of broken desolation and dead silence, "What are you crying about" His voice was hoarse, still stubbornly hung a sarcastic smile, and reached out to touch the wine jar on a few cases, but his hand couldn't help shaking, several cases overturned, the wine jar was shattered all over the ground, and a long scar was drawn on his palm.

Then the mourning was even worse, and even Dilumudo felt his heart twitch and cramp, and he took a few steps forward to support the young man's crumbling body, but was waved away.

Jing Jiyan sang in a trance, "Who is Heguang and who is Song Yuan" one after another, smashing the wine cup in his hand and the beat, the scars on his palms have been under the effect of magic, only blood is stained everywhere, and it looks quite terrifying.

Dilumudo frowned, grabbed his hand and pressed the man against the wall, watching the young man's eyes burn with anger, and ordered him to let go in a hoarse voice, his breath was full of wine. However, Kyogohiko drank too much wine, and it was difficult to make an order between his fists and feet, and several struggles were completely suppressed by Di Lu Mu Duo, who pressed his restless hands with both hands, and whispered in his ear: "Calm down." ”

"I'm calm." Kyogohiko said, in his current posture, he was undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage, but his face was cold and indifferent, and he raised his chin slightly to make an arrogant gesture - but it was more like a pitiful disguise of self-deception.

Dilumudo didn't know what was going on to irritate him to the point where he was now, but the repeated twitching pain in his heart told him that if he didn't calm down his feelings, he would most likely become the first Heroic Spirit to die from grief in the Holy Grail War, in fact, he was now starting to feel breathless.

In order not to die so humiliatingly. The golden-eyed knight sighed softly, and kissed the young man's chapped and bright red lips with his head turned sideways. Kyogokuhiko had drunk a lot of wine, and his lips were soaked in the thick mellow aroma of the old wine from the inner courtyard of the palace, and he didn't react to what was happening at first, only staring at the gunman's bright golden eyes in a daze.

As the spearman had expected, Kyogokuhiko had always been calm, and all he needed now was a little stimulation to allow him to find a way out of his boundless grief.

Kyogohiko remembered the past a long time ago, when he was still young, in the most filthy palace officialdom, he could see clearly from above, the eunuchs deceived him into ignorance, and the courtiers deceived him when he was young, since he was already alone, why not have some fun? He knew all the calculations in people's hearts, and he wanted to make a posture of swaying from side to side, watching them dog-eat-dog fight, after tea and dinner, but it was a high-quality side dish for wine.

I don't know which day after getting drunk, it seems to have bumped into the spirit of the mountain, and after waking up, the water has passed without a trace, and I only remember that there is such a pair of beautiful eyes, even if there is endless malice, it is also clean carved into the bones.

It's so clean that he can't forget it.

At some point, they turned into a gesture of embracing each other, even if this kiss was not beautiful, biting each other with blood, the good news was that Dilumudo felt that the cone pain slowly calmed down in the mutual bite, although it was still pain, it was just a slow dull pain, grinding people to tears.

The broken gloom in Kyogohiko's eyes gradually receded, and he put his head on Dilumudo's shoulder as if he was exhausted, and sighed hoarsely, "I'm just a wisp of duckweed."

His voice was hoarse and he sighed.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the writing like a knife, in a row, remembering a history he had never heard of at all.

If the Ming Dynasty is destroyed, if the surname Zhu is broken, he will not be like this, after all, it is common for the world to divide and merge, how can there be an inexhaustible dynasty, an eternal royal family, when he woke up, he was psychologically prepared to see the change of dynasty.

The worst thing is to let the alien sit on the dragon chair again.

But ah, he never thought that there would be such a world, history has changed course in the Song Dynasty, there is a Jianghu ranger named Guo Jing who guarded Xiangyang City, and guarded the last border of the Great Song Dynasty, there is no more Da Yuan, which has been brilliant for decades, and there is no Ming Dynasty where the Son of Heaven guards the country and the king dies.

Returning to his hometown, the hometown that he had been clinging to for decades had become a vain, and for a while he didn't know where he should go, but he was like a rootless duckweed, swaying with the wind.

Rich and noble do not return to their hometown, such as Yijin night walking Jingjiyan clutched Dilumuduo's clothes, his expression was empty.

The moment I opened my eyes and pushed open the coffin and saw the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, the ominous feeling that lingered in my heart finally became a reality.

He can't go back.

"Do you remember my country?" asked Kyogokuhiko.

"It's a very powerful country." Dilumudo replied, "It's the only prosperity I've ever seen in my life." ”

In the name of the sun and the moon, the bento is really as bright as the sun and the moon.

That's enough. Kyogokuhiko pressed against Dilumudo's chest, and a sigh slowly escaped from his throat.

At the very least, there is still a certain existence in this world, remembering his past and remembering his homeland.

That's enough.

Kyogohiko silently closed his eyes, full of sorrow and desolation, and finally turned into a few tears and fell......

No more, I can't go back