"Righteous partners?" Qing whispered to himself, not for anyone to hear, and deliberately lowered his voice, but after Wei Gong Shirou vaguely heard this, his face couldn't help but flush slightly, it seemed that he was right, and he was a little at a loss for a while, but he couldn't explain, because the more he explained, the more bad it was for him.

Qing is relieved at this point, since the other party is not hostile, then there is no need to be too nervous, you can let go of the hostility a little, after all, Shirou's character can still be trusted. However, when we look at Artoria, there are times when the will of the Servant and the Master may not be the same.

"---No matter what, we will still become opponents one day." Qing flattened his tone and said slowly, "As long as the Servant still exists for one day, it will not be counted out in this Holy Grail War, the enemies will be reduced one by one, and everyone will meet one day." There are some things that you can't just say and count, Shirou. ”

Walking to the bank of the river and picking up the crimson spear that Lancer had left behind, Qing faintly glanced at Saber who was standing quietly, what she said just now was a metaphor for her, but as one of the masters, whether Emiya Shirou could understand it or not was another matter, anyway, even if they could really do it forever, Mordred here would not stand still.

Qing gently touched the texture on the red magic spear in his hand, the hidden power in this treasure is more than imagined, and even more terrifying, but it's a pity that it's someone else's thing after all, and now the magic power in the gun body has begun to become unstable, and even the phenomenon of magic overflow has begun, indicating that Lancer is indeed really dead.

And just as the spear was picked up, Artoria and Archer were visibly nervous, ready for battle. However, Qing just glanced at their nervous looks, and then smiled indifferently.

Then suddenly, Qing tensed the strength of his whole body, just in an instant! Before everyone had time to react, the magic spear was thrown out quickly! Faster than bullets or even lightning! All the eye could see was a flash of light, stabbing straight into a clearing where there was nothing.

There was a fleeting throwing of guns, and then the wind pressure from the violent roll shook around Qing. However, the terrifying rate of fire of the throwing gun is like a game, and it cuts through the open space without touching anything, and finally its roots sink deep into the ground. It was almost a fraction of a second, and it was as fleeting as if everyone had made a joke.

Frowning deeply, Qing looked at nothing, just the clearing where he had poked a big hole. In the eyes of outsiders, he seems to be joking, and even Mordred's unknown appearance probably thinks it's just a joke, but is it really just a joke?

Mordred is more straightforward, so naturally she will not watch silently. She wiped a cold sweat slightly, in fact, as an insider, she also failed to see the blow clearly, "Hey? Master, what are you going to do with this guy---" Before she finished speaking, Qing had already raised her hand to stop her from continuing, and said silently, "Be quiet." ”

The strange behavior will inevitably bring a strange atmosphere, and everyone is very puzzled by the inexplicable weirdness of this moment, however, Qing, as the person concerned, is also puzzled by the weirdness of the atmosphere. However, these two kinds of weirdness are not the same, and it's not and isn't the same person who creates weirdness---