In the Red Island Banquet Pavilion, the blonde girl Xia Yi was wearing a maid outfit with a stiff face entertaining the guests who came to consume. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Lin sat at the front desk, leaning on a chair, holding a magic book from Li Hao Daxian and from Shaolin Zen Buddhism, "The Buddha Says Lux Moves Mountains", admiring Xia Yi's upturned buttocks with a comfortable face.

Probably couldn't stand Wang Lin's shameless eyes, Xia Yi slapped the plate in his hand on the counter table at the front desk with a snap, stared at Wang Lin with a comfortable face, and said angrily: "Why don't you have to do anything!" ”

"I'm doing something!" Wang Lin showed a smile that made Xia Yi grit his teeth, lay on the counter, looked at Xia Yi's angry face, and smashed his mouth.

"I don't see I'm studying."

"Then you have to read a book, what are you doing staring at me all the time!" Xia Yi glared at him.

"When your eyes are tired, enjoy the beautiful scenery." Wang Lin stole a glance at Xia Yi's bulging chest, and grinned.

"Die to you!" Xia Yi was under the counter and gave him a hard kick, "It's so bad for you!" ”

"Okay, I'm bad." Wang Lin shrugged his shoulders, "Classmate Xia Yi, you have to work hard, I'll go to sleep ......"

As soon as the words fell, Xia Yi's heel suddenly stepped on Wang Lin's instep, and then slowly rotated.

Wang Lin suddenly showed a sour expression, the smell was unbelievable...... and then let out a howl like killing a pig.

When he finally escaped from Xia Yi's feet, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, walked out of the door, leaned against the roller shutter, looked at the hurried pedestrians on the street, lit a cigarette, and spit it out after a few puffs.

This Japanese cigarette is really tasteless, Wang Lin can't help but think of his favorite Yellow Crane Tower in the real world, and when he thinks of the Yellow Crane Tower, he also thinks of home.

The middle-aged man's face showed a trace of sadness, and he couldn't help but take a few more puffs of that cigarette and spit out a few more smoke rings.

"Boy Wang, what are you doing?"

A hand slapped heavily on Wang Lin's thin shoulder, almost fanning him away.

Wang Lin turned around helplessly, looked at Li Zhengyang, who was wearing a monk's robe, with a strong physique and a mouthful of big white teeth, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

This big man is the sitting ghost of the hundred ghost immortals, the temple protector of the Shaolin Zen sect of the magic association in the extreme east - Li Zhengyang.

To tell the truth, this person is still his own master, Wang Lin remembered that when he first saw him by Li Hao's side, this big man grabbed his head with one hand, lifted it, shook it twice, and then said.

"Boy, I see that you have Huigen, and I shave your head and become a monk."

I still don't forget that scene, his mother almost tore his head to pieces, Wang Lin looked at the big monk beside him, his face was speechless, he was completely reckless.

"Huh?"

Li Zhengyang narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes were shining, looking at the flow of people on the street.

Over there, Yuhan Tosaka is accompanying his sister, walking unhurriedly.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lin followed Li Zhengyang's line of sight, but found nothing.

"Smack!"

Li Zhengyang's brain collapsed in the center of Wang Lin's eyebrows, and it hurt and was swollen.

"What are you doing!" Wang Lin gritted his teeth and glared.

Li Zhengyang smiled crookedly, and suddenly became spiritualized and disappeared.

Wang Lin pursed his lips, looked at it again, and his whole body trembled.

Noble people who dare not look at them, people who are so beautiful that they are crazy, no, that is not a person, Wang Lin, who was frightened by the other party's cold eyes, lowered his head.

The other party is an inhuman who has killed hundreds of thousands of human beings, holding the hand of an ignorant girl, walking down the street with a gentle smile, under the influence of mystery, but no one can notice.

The clouds of resentment of the dead obscured the sky and were chilling, and the Holy Grail War was stained with a touch of misfortune.

……

Xindu, in the forest, the royal sister in the suit who lost Lancer, is not afraid of the darkness and the fire that has not yet been burned, and walks in the forest.

The admirer, for the sake of the Holy Grail, betrayed himself and was killed by the enemy in the forest; The hero he admired since he was a child, even if he was seriously injured by the enemy and was dying, he still did not forget to be handsome, and saved his life according to the old routine of the hero saving the beauty, but he disappeared without a trace.

It stands to reason that if you are weak, you should choose to cry.

Crying like a helpless child, screaming like a sad girl, desperate and frightened, sobbing and whimpering for help,

But the weak Bazet did not cry or scream, but just stared at reality.

Calm to the point of frightening, on the contrary, it looks strange, the burgundy hair is stained with blood, and a smile comes from the heart, like the splendor of flowers, as pure as an angel, and as cruel and merciless as a demon.

"You have to get the Holy Grail!"

The soft heart that was once only revealed to Yan Feng Qili has become blurred with flesh and blood, and he can no longer be hurt at all.

The weak woman who is stung can only build a harder, tighter, and suffocating armor than before, to protect her heart, to build a prison for herself, to imprison her emotions in the abyss of her heart, and to become a machine that does not know what feelings are, but only knows how to pursue the Holy Grail.

Unless someone can break the cage, they will never be free.

……

The man with golden hair stood in front of the mutilated corpse that had long been cold in the ruins, looking at the courtier who had accompanied him for ten years.

After all, it is a rare plaything that died because of his own negligence.

Although he is a heroic spirit of rank 'Archer', he can stay in the world for more than two days after the death of the master, but sooner or later it will dissipate.

But instead of being bothered by the reality that he was about to disappear, the Ancient King looked at the hillside and looked into the distance.

There was an endless stream of people, probably hundreds of thousands of humans, gathered like ants in this less than ten square kilometers of land.

"It's disgusting."

There are so many modern human beings compared to ancient times that they are disgusting.

So much so that human life began to become insignificant.

In the eyes of the most ancient kings, the quality of these human beings has continued to decline as the quantity has increased, and the filthy desires have swelled to the point that they have never been seen before.

There is nothing more disgusting to the ancient king than the sight of ants proclaiming themselves kings in a city without kings, immolating themselves with fireworks of pleasure and pursuing illusory prosperity.

A murderous chuckle appeared on his face.

"Although this obedient subordinate is dead, the game needs to continue. If I have the chance, I'll get rid of that bastard who dares to offend the king.

"Be proud of your existence, Qili, you are still the first courtier to let this king avenge him."

"Click."

It's the sound of a dead branch being trampled on.

In the forest of fireworks, Bazet's eyes were as empty as a machine staring at the figure of the blonde man, without the slightest emotion.

This is the look of disgust to the most ancient king, and it is the greatest insult to the dignity of the king to regard the invincible king as equal to the wood, stone, and ants.

Golden light emerged from the void, and the treasure, so beautiful that it was impossible to look up, slowly emerged in a proud form, aiming at the other person's head.

The manifestation of legends, the condensation of myths, this is a treasure.

Heroic Spirit! Bazette's hollow eyes shone brightly.

Even though his legs were trembling, even though his body's subconscious kept warning him, Bazet still didn't waver, just resolutely looked at the heroic spirit in front of him.

"Please let me be your master!"

The Noble Phantasm froze in mid-air, and the Ancient King sneered with pleasure and disdain as if he had seen the clown.

Amid the ridicule of the Ancient King, Bazet's face was expressionless, waiting for the Ancient King's reply.

The blood-red and clear eyes of the Ancient King were full of pleasure and murderous intent, and while laughing, he clapped his hands: "Miscellaneous Cultivator, for your sake, this king will give you a wonderful death." ”

The Noble Phantasm in the air slowly turned from one to dozens of different sharp swords, and it was the best reward to let the enemy die under such a beautiful Noble Phantasm.

The magnificent legendary Noble Phantasm will bring absolute death, Bazet knows very well.

But even though her body was trembling, she made her last sound.

"I'm not a miscellaneous cultivator! My name is Bazette Fraga Macremis! I want to be your Master! ”

"It's really arrogant, I ask you, miscellaneous cultivators! Do you have the right to remove this title? ”

The spherical object in the straight tube that Bazet was carrying on his back emitted light.

This is Flagalac, a striking sword of the god of war, a first-come, one-hit kill as the concept of the Noble Phantasm.

"I'm not a mongrel! My name is Bazette Fraga Macremis! I want to be your Master! ”

The beauty in the suit, who was like a machine, said her declaration again in the same tone as before.

The Ancient King looked at Bazette's empty eyes, and then looked at the priest's body at his feet with amusement.

"Qili, you really taught a good disciple." The Ancient King showed the expression he had when he first met the priest, and looked at the interesting beauty in the suit in front of him.

Stretching out his white palm and pinching Bazet's jaw, he looked at her empty eyes and said playfully.

"You are strong enough to be my servant, and use your life to please the king, Bazet."