Yan Fengli is getting up early as usual, then exercising in the morning, and then worshipping, such a regular life, which is also the reason why he can be so tough, but in terms of skill, in fact, he will not lose to his son, Yan Fengqili. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is actually an old man worthy of respect in some aspects, not a substitute for the church like his own son, and even he, he does not have that kind of anger, probably, in this Holy Grail War, only Webb will be contaminated with less blood than Yan Fenglizheng, this is such an old man.

However, he is not a powerless person, and even an old man who is very accomplished in martial arts, in terms of Bajiquan's attainments, there is no doubt that he is above Yan Feng Qili, and even now, he can still teach Yan Feng as in the past.

However, his fist is lacking in lethality, and unlike the murderous punch performed by Yan Feng, he uses this martial art as a spirit and explores it as a path to seek the Tao, and this bearing also makes many people who know this old man have a respectful attitude towards him.

As usual, the prayer was ended early, and the priest, who was the overseer of the Holy Grail War, was ready to turn away, because there was not much to deal with during this time.

Regardless of his own duty to hide the uncanny mystery of magic from the public, it would be a task to simply arrange for men to cover up the devastation caused by the Holy Grail War for reasonable reasons.

What's more, there is more to him than that, he has more other things to plan, not only for the original purpose of the Templar Church, but also to help his old friend who has passed away fulfill his long-cherished wish, and in order for the Tosaka family to win, he is also working hard, and even let his only son be involved in this dispute.

However, he did not regret it, because whether it was from the perspective of that past friendship or from the perspective of righteousness, it was best to give the Holy Grail to Tosaka Tokitori, and as a descendant of an old friend, Tosaka Toshitomi was also trustworthy.

"Ahh

Thinking of the recent war situation, Yan Fengli couldn't help but sigh deeply, the current situation is really not good for the Yuansaka side, if it is not done well, maybe there will be a big mistake, this is also the past two days, what Yan Fengli has been worried about, such an emotion, but also made the old man's vigilance relaxed.

"Poof—"

There was no warning sound, like the sound of the fabric being torn, accompanied by blood directly staining the ground red, no, this is not true, because the carpet laid in this place is red, so, in fact, this color is dyed deeper.

And after a little thought, you can guess that after a while, when the blood becomes black, it will be more conspicuous than the form that is still warm at the moment, especially when the amount of bleeding is unexpectedly large at this moment.

The silver blade pierced the heart accurately and neatly from the back, and because of the angle, it happened to cut the artery connecting the heart, so when the blade was withdrawn, the blood was almost spurted out.

If ordinary people were simply pierced through the heart in such a way, there would be no way to make half a sound, and it would only take more than ten seconds for the vitality to be lost, and for the old priest, this time would be longer, but judging by some aspects, it only increased the time of pain.

And the attacker is not the kind of person who likes to watch the process of the deceased's demise, the reason why he adopts this method is probably because this method is the most "efficient" method for both her and the old priest.

Because when he was unable to fall forward, he happened to bump into a chair on the side, Yan Fengli turned over and saw the appearance of the person who attacked him, which was the heroic spirit that he had seen not long ago, and his son Yan Fengqili had summoned.

With blood-colored eyes, looking at the old man in front of her who was about to be cut off, Sakura didn't say much, but a brief gaze and pause can prove that she didn't think about anything, but at this moment, there is no superfluous meaning.

Instead of choosing to use his own giant scythe, but using a sharp short sword formed by magic through angel-player, in this somewhat dim place, reflecting some moon white, without too much stagnation, Sakura raised the short sword in his hand again against the priest who was about to die, and without hesitation, slashed at Yan Feng Lizheng's right shoulder, in that position, he could better cut off this right arm completely......

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Yan Feng is very irritable now, or rather, his heart has been constantly reverberating with some thoughts, lingering with a trace of temptation/confusion, and he is constantly refusing, but when the voice in his heart rings again, his refusal will decrease a little.

The bright red marks on his hands that had indeed reappeared, no longer reminded him of some possibilities all the time, just like the golden heroic spirit said, he might really still have some kind of expectation, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered with the woman named Sora, but-

Probably because of some kind of fear that he thought was there, the man went out early, and then the cold morning breeze calmed him down a little, and after that, there was only one place he would go, the Winterwood Church.

Just as the black-clad agent stepped into the door of the church, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, it was a smell that would never have appeared in this place, a thick and somewhat excessive smell of blood, and a cold wind that made people feel a little too dead and lifeless.

Cautiously, when he followed the smell of blood to the source of the anomaly, the first thing he saw was blood that had lost its temperature and began to clot, and then the corpse that had completely lost its life came to his eye.

"Father!"

He shouted hastily, but the vicarious's movements were unusually orderly, and the movements of his hands and feet were very smooth, and he did not miss any omission to examine the old priest's mutilated limbs, and at last, of course, he drew conclusions from this undisguised act.

The person who killed the old priest was for the purpose of the spell kept by the church, and with such an injury, he could kill Yan Fenglizheng, who was a martial arts master, without any resistance, in such a simple way, and the only one who urgently needed the spell was the servant who had broken off the contract with him!

But even if the priest's right arm were so simply cut off, it would not be easy to steal it from the protection of the Word, and the assassin ought to know this, and now it has happened, then-

It must have been concluded that the Servant must have found some way to solve this problem, and most likely, the magician who was her new master had the magic skills to achieve this transfer, plus everything that had happened before......

There was probably only one magician, an enemy who had completely disadvantaged his side all the year -- Kenneid Prescott, and the first thought that came to the mind of the indifferent agent at the thought of this question was,

If the teacher found out, what would his expression be? ’

In just an instant, Yan Feng came back to his senses, he was a little uneasy and panicked by the idea he had just had, but no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, one thing was certain, his mood was not so flustered, although he behaved very normally, but this was because he knew that in the common sense, it should be like this.

"Look, what did I see, before my father's corpse, did I have some kind of expectation in my heart? It's really chilling~"

The sound of debauchery, accompanied by golden points of light, the golden bow spirit appeared here, and he was also extremely surprised by the scene in front of him, but in Yan Feng's body, he saw something that interested him even more.

"Gilgamesh! You've gone too far! ”

Yan Feng turned around and angrily scolded Gilgamesh, but the light smile on the golden hero's face did not decrease, and even became more intense, and the scarlet eyes seemed to be watching a picture scroll, and his gaze flickered on Yan Feng's face......

"Ahh But I didn't feel much anger~ However, I think, according to common sense, you should pay attention to the last words left by your father, right? I guess there is some kind of instruction~"

A flirtatious voice came from the mouth of Gilgamesh, who had his hands on his shoulders, and after hearing his words, Yan Feng followed his gaze and found some subtle traces in front of the dead priest, of course, even if there was no prompt, in a few moments, the careful agent would find it.

“jn424－bos”

It was such a line of text that seemed a little unclear, but it was for the rest of the people, for Yan Feng, he understood what it meant in an instant, and then there was a completely surprising but interesting change for Gilgamesh.

"Tick-"

It was a very slight, dripping sound, and when he realized that the source was himself, the priest in black was already in tears, and at the same time, he understood what he was feeling, it turned out that this was the so-called emotion, the so-called emotion-

"My father loves me!"

A low, no longer numb voice came out of Yan Feng's mouth, as if he was pregnant with something, a little trembling, more like a trance, as if in the last moments, a devout and repentant believer.

The man named Yan Feng finally felt this emotion again, and understood all this, because he understood that just like the woman who died in front of him three years ago, his father loved him, and even at the last moment, he still firmly believed that he was a saint, this is love......

But as the saint they love, they are not like this, such a misunderstanding, such a misunderstanding that still remains in their hearts in the end, makes Yan Feng feel something, he can't describe it, but-

It feels so good! ’

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