At this time, Bazet understood everything, his face turned pale, as if he was looking at something unbelievable, and he looked up at the man he had admired for six years, and shed tears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hard armor shattered at this moment, and the soft heart was wounded.

Full of anticipation, he came to the Far East, eager to fight side by side with his friendly friend again, but was betrayed by him, and even the spell was taken away.

Everything that Bazet originally believed in was ruthlessly destroyed at this moment, and the good feelings in the past turned into strong unwillingness and anger, but the reality was so powerless that she could only cry cowardly at the moment.

Now Bazet is like a little girl abandoned by her parents, crying helplessly on the street.

The corners of his mouth slanted slightly, and the priest was happy and happy from the bottom of his heart, looking at the junior who fell to the ground.

"Don't cry, Bazet, it's too early to give up."

Yan Feng Qili whispered in a comforting tone, and caressed her cheeks, very gently.

"The Holy Grail War will continue, Bazet, I will take your place, but I will not kill you."

Bazet gasped.

"Why don't you kill me?" Bazett glared at the man in front of him.

The joy on the priest's face grew brighter and brighter, full of malice, like a devil who played with people's hearts, and gave Bazeet a hope.

He didn't intend to kill her so easily, hoping to despair, and then consciously and slowly waiting for death to come, being bitten by insects and ants, tortured by hunger, slowly decaying his body, and finally falling into a dark hell.

"You're the junior I like, so why would I kill you, all I want is Lancer."

"So you have to stay here, you can't die, if something that can give me an answer is born, I'll come and save you, you know, just like in the past."

The mild-faced priest admired the pain of his descendant without pity, and comforted her with words full of hope, just to squeeze the last bit of pain out of it.

Bazette believed, as if grasping at the straw in despair, and nodded stupidly.

I already vaguely feel the facts, but I would rather pretend not to know, weakly deceive myself with the lies that the other party has given me, and escape the desperate facts.

It's like an ancient woman who sent a poor scholar to Beijing to take the exam, and the poor scholar passed the Jinshi exam, but never returned, but the ancient woman has been waiting for it stupidly.

Is it that she doesn't understand, no, it's that she doesn't want to believe it, and so does Bazette.

"Don't die."

The priest smiled at Bazette, who was lying in place, unable to move, and slowly left the place with Lancer, who had been watching from the sidelines.

But at the door, Lancer stopped, looking at him like an enemy, glaring at Yan Feng Qili, and clutching the spear in his hand tightly.

"Yan Feng, is what you just said true?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Feng Qili's mouth.

"How can it be a lie, she's my favorite junior."

"If I find out you're playing with me, my gun will go through your heart." Cu Chulainn narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said to Yan Feng Qili.

"Of course." The priest looked at Cú Chulainn's angry eyes, and said very sincerely on the surface, but inwardly he was happy and happy.

Looking at the angry and hateful look on Cuchulainn's face, it was as if he had seen something interesting.

At this moment, a clear roar came from above the nine heavens.

Yan Feng Qili only saw a dark golden streamer passing through the sky, and then a long-haired young man in a black robe did not shy away from appearing in the sky, holding a wine jug and looking at the two of them with pale red eyes interestingly.

Ling Yanfeng Qili was like a great enemy, and this person he recognized was Tosaka Yuhan.

Fight off the mysterious spearmen armed with red and yellow guns, destroy the family of Jian Tong alone, and kill the ghost path cultivators of the East who has lived for 500 years.

At the same time, Cú Chulainn also sensed the aura of the heroic spirit emanating from Tosaka Yuhan's body, and touched his chin, the heroic spirit that can fly is a little difficult.

"Hey, Cúchulainn, did you dig this hole?"

Tosaka Yuhan looked at the big pit in front of the mansion and asked Cu Chulainn curiously.

Tosaka Yuhan's words made Ku Chulainn's face ugly.

Okay, don't ask, why do you ask this, am I only digging a hole in your heart! I'm not a dog!

"It's pretty deep." Tosaka Yuhan observed the big pit seriously.

"Aren't you afraid of falling into it yourself?"

Cú Chulainn cut off unpleasantly, but instead of taking a fighting stance, he said in a deep but clear voice.

"Boy, you're Caster, I guessed right."

"Sorry, it's not." Yu Han shook his head, then looked at the blood stains on Yan Feng Qili's clothes.

"Father Yanfeng, did you just fight, why don't you take it with you in the church, why are you running?"

"Kill him."

Yan Feng Qili said to Cú Chulainn: "Quickly kill Tosaka Yuhan, this should be no problem for you." ”

"Oh."

Cú Chulainn looked up at Yan Feng Qili, plucked out his ears and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

Cú Chulainn, who had just been stimulated by Yan Fengqili, didn't want to take care of things at all, and wished that the heroic spirit would teach Yanfeng Qili a lesson.

The priest suppressed his unhappiness and frowned: "Kill, Tosaka Yuhan." ”

"Oh." Cú Chulainn nodded, but didn't want to move,

The atmosphere in the air seemed to suddenly stiffen, and the expressionless priest looked at him solemnly: "Do you want me to use the Command Spell?" ”

"Nope." Cú Chulainn said casually.

"I want to fight too, but I can't, people will fly."

Yan Feng Qili's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Do you want to fight, it just so happens that I just came out of the house, it's very unpleasant, let's fight." Yu Han retracted his wings and landed on the ground gently, and said to Cú Chulainn with great interest.

To be honest, Yu Han hasn't fought with a real Heroic Spirit yet.

Saber is not easy to beat, she is her own wife; Lou Wuxian is a nun, or her own side, and she can't fight; Red A can play twice, but it's not interesting, because the two parties are in a cooperative relationship, and neither can play a dead hand; Gilgamesh can't win, but he can sneak up and kill him; The Twelve Trials of the Berserker Yu Han can't help it; Medea is a magician, and Yu Han doesn't like to hit women; Riber didn't know, and he didn't know where it was.

So Cú Chulainn, this guy is the most suitable.

Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow.

"Don't fly?"

"Don't fly!"

"Well, it's really personable, do you think you've won?" Cú Chulainn touched his chin and looked at the kid in front of him, feeling that the other party was quite pleasing to the eye.

"You'll know if you have a fight." Yu Yi took out the Traceless Sword, held the sword in his hand, and said to Cu Chulainn easily.

Although Yu Han was not sure of defeating Cúchulainn, he did not believe that Cúchulamine could kill him.

"Change places." Cuchulainn thought for a while and said, there is still Bazet behind him, in case the bungalow is smashed, it will not be good.

"Yes, where can I fight?"

"It's painful." For the first time, a smile appeared on Cúchulainn's face.

"Then you can treat him well." Yan Feng Qili glanced at the two of them and turned to leave the place.

"As you wish." Cú Chulainn replied casually, lifted the spear he was carrying on his shoulder, and walked towards the forest.

Yu Han also followed, his steps were relaxed and confident, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he secretly made a mark to Yan Feng Qili, and then gave an order to Ignaz, who was still in the Tosaka Mansion.

Cú Chulainn also noticed Yu Han's movements, but he had no intention of stopping it, his wish was just to have a happy fight, Yan Feng Qili This guy was not his original master, he didn't want to take the initiative to care about the life or death of that priest.

It's a big deal to encounter danger, let Yan Feng Qili summon him with a spell.