It was only now that Fang Li understood what Yuan Laiguang meant by what he said before.

"I will treat you as my everything, just like my son."

It's really literal.

After Fang Li was willing to conclude a contract with Yuan Laiguang and recognized him as his servant, Yuan Laiguang's motherhood completely exploded.

Therefore, before Fang Li's speech, Yuan Laiguang's answer was like this.

"Because my mother is happy."

Yuan Laiguang seemed to be really happy, and said with a smile while touching Fang Li's head.

"The Lord can accept me with demonic blood, and if I don't give you everything I have, I can't say anything about it."

No, it's just a contract between the master and the servant, does it need to come to this point?

This is beyond the realm of loyalty, and beyond ethics, right?

Fang Li did not say these words.

Thinking about the introduction of Lai Guang's madness, Fang Li sighed deeply.

It's not about losing your mind.,It's the same as the one who kept it sane before.,But the spirit is polluted by the blood of demons.,It will reveal a deep and abnormal degree of maternal love.,For the sake of love.,It's okay to completely ignore all kinds of social morality.。

Is this why Minamoto Yorimitsu became Berserker?

How...

When an endless sigh appeared in Fang Li's heart, Yuan Laiguang's movements also stopped.

"Master..."

At that moment, Yuan Laiguang whispered as if he was about to cry.

"Don't you like that?"

Looking at Yuan Laiguang's appearance as if he was about to cry, Fang Li can be sure.

As long as you say "yes" to yourself, the next second, this embodiment of motherhood will shed tears.

As a result, who is the child?

Fang Li resisted the urge to sigh again and explained to Yuan Laiguang.

"I can't say I don't like it, but if I touch it for too long, I'll be very troubled."

In a word, Yuan Laiguang's eyes lit up.

"Is that okay once in a while?" Yuan Laiguang said with anticipation on his face: "Occasionally, the mother can still touch her son's head, right?" ”

Hearing this, Fang Li's face was entangled.

"Touch your head..."Fang Li smiled bitterly: "Can you change the way?" ”

"In another way?" Yuan Laiguang tilted his head.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he clapped his hands.

"So be it!"

Saying this, Yuan Laiguang stretched out his hand and hugged Fang Li's head.

"Hey..."

With a somewhat cute voice, Fang Li's head was pressed down.

"Poof..."

It's a sound that can only be stirred up by hitting something extremely soft.

“————”

Fang Li froze completely.

There is no other reason.

Because, Yuan Laiguang pressed Fang Li's head on his great bosom that exceeded the specifications.

And, smiling softly.

"Since you can't touch your head, let's hug it instead."

Embrace?

Is this a hug?

Is this really a hug?

Although Fang Li also spends a long night with his soft lover almost every night, Fang Li really feels that this kind of touch has gone beyond the scope of hugging.

So, it's not a hug.

This is simply homicide.

"Huh!"

Almost subconsciously, Fang Li's figure seemed to turn into an afterimage, rushing to the rear.

"Well!"

Yuan Laiguang suddenly closed his palms as if he was surprised.

"Such smooth movements, such superb skills, even the Four Heavenly Kings under my command can't match you just now, it's like the embodiment of the wind, it's so exciting!"

Listening to Yuan Laiguang's voice full of surprise and emotion, Fang Li's mood fell to the bottom.

I didn't feel happy at all when I was praised for this situation.

Moreover, in order to break free from a woman's embrace, he actually used the dodge technique in the Seven Nights Assassination Technique, and he really lost all the face of the killing technique.

What's more, Yuan Laiguang also stood up.

"It's amazing."

The embodiment of motherhood smiled softly like water at Fang Li and opened her hands.

"For great sons, they should be rewarded."

As he spoke, Yuan Laiguang was going to hug him again.

"Wait!"

Fang Li stretched out his hand and stopped Yuan Raiguang from approaching.

In his voice, there was an unprecedented hint of anxiety.

"Today... That's all for today! Fang Li raised his voice at Yuan Laiguang and said, "If I mess around again, I'm going to use the spell!" ”

Take a closer look, on the hand stretched out in Fangli, the back of his hand, the faint stigma from before has been completely formed.

It was three lines like lightning that were intertwined with each other, like a bull's head.

This is the mantra.

Mandatory orders can be issued to the Servant, and the magic of the Servant's obedient execution can crystallize.

As long as it is an order issued with a spell, it cannot be resisted unless it is a servant whose magic power is at the A level.

Even a servant with A-level magic power can barely resist a stroke spell, but he definitely can't resist a second stroke.

Of course, if there is mutual trust between the master and the servant, the spell can also have the effect of strengthening the servant, and even perform many miracles that ordinary magic tricks cannot reappear.

For example, spatial transfers.

If the Servant is not around, as long as the Master gives an order to the Command, it can allow the Servant to travel through the space and come to his side in an instant.

Such an important magic crystallization, Fang Li is claiming.

In order not to let the Servant embrace him again, he is ready to use it.

"How... How can it be! Yuan Laiguang hurriedly said: "The spell is very important, and it can't be wasted because of this kind of thing!" ”

It seems that in the rest of the matter, Minamoto Yorimitsu's rationality does play a role.

is the only doting on his son, which can't be suppressed at all.

However, that's also a normal thing.

For Minamoto Yorimitsu, the master who is the contractor can be described as a ray of light that appears in the darkness.

That's the one who followed the son he raised in the past, made a contract with his demonic self, and recognized his fate.

Therefore, the doting of Yuan Laiguang can be described as earth-shattering.

It's just that in matters other than his son, Yuan Laiguang is still very rational, and he can even be said to be calm.

Such exhortations are naturally inevitable.

"In that case, you should do less of the things that bother me." Fang Li couldn't help but say, "Anyway, that's all for today, understand?" ”

"How... How so...! As if he had been hit hard, tears began to well-up in his eyes.

Fortunately, Yuan Laiguang did not continue to hug again.

Fang Li felt a headache on the one hand, and on the other hand, he felt that he was not suffocated in that great chest, which was really good.

Whether it is the restriction of liberating the Demon Eye, or the use of stigmata, Fang Li is fighting for his life.

But even so, Fang Li is at least not dead.

However, if the magic eye and the stigma can't kill themselves, but they die in the arms of a woman, this kind of death, I'm afraid that no matter how numb I am, I can't be indifferent.

While Fang Li was thinking this, Yuan Laiguang suddenly spoke.

"If it's all for today..."

Yuan Laiguang said weakly.

"Can we continue tomorrow?"

These words made the corners of Fang Li's mouth twitch.

"Sure enough, using the blood of that mentally retarded goddess as a catalyst is simply a mistake!"