"What are you looking at? What are you looking for? What do you want to get? And then, for what? ”

Now, can you answer that?

Directly opposite the blasted Hyatt Regency Hotel, in the upper floor of a building, a man standing on the edge of a glass or fence without glass or protective fences, dressed as a priest, asks questions about the darkness behind him.

It's certainly not a psychic ritual or a conversation with some kind of non-human, but it's just asking someone hidden in the dark.

I don't know what I'm after, and I can't understand the thoughts of human beings who fight for a small desire, which in my own eyes is a foolish thing to do.

Looking at the stigma on his body, this thing seemed a little dazzling to Yan Feng Qili.

He didn't have any wishes, yes, none in his heart that he wanted to fulfill, he was just looking for something.

But the man couldn't understand what he was looking for.

Formless and incorporeal, it came and went, and the darkness that was hidden in the darkness made him feel bored and disgusted.

Everything I have done and the efforts I have made are indeed not for myself, but it is because of this that I want to get something.

Something that fills the void in your heart.

Yan Feng Qili didn't believe in the 'Holy Grail', and even if he asked him to make a wish, he couldn't find any wish to give the 'Holy Grail'.

Let it find what you're looking for for yourself?

No.

Yan Feng Qili knew very well that once he did that, what he got was not what he was looking for at all, but something from other people, not his own existence.

So, he had extravagant hopes. So, I saw the participant, the person who had the same eyes as me.

Did he find what he was looking for?

Yan Feng Qili wanted to think, but there was a gunshot in the darkness.

The bullet slices through the air, attacking his head and the heart on the left side of his body.

The aim was very accurate, the shooting was fast, and the action of pulling the trigger without hesitation made Yan Fengqili feel interesting.

It's just that these mechanical things can't hurt him.

Six long blades emerged from his sleeve, and Yan Fengqili, who was holding it between his fingers, instantly bounced away from the oncoming bullets.

With his hands crossed in front of him, Yan Feng Qili showed an expression of incomprehension.

"At least say something. Can the kitten hiding in the dark answer my question? ”

However, the thing that greeted Yan Fengqili was still a bullet of steel.

He saw that in the darkness, the person hiding behind the building on the left from the steel pillar on the right was a young woman.

Long black hair. Black clothing, and a black pistol.

Even so. Yan Feng Qili can also find her hidden in the dark.

There is a smell of it.

A different taste from yourself. It is the taste that I found what I wanted.

What is it?

Thinking so, Yan Feng Qili ran up.

No, no, it's just slow.

Slowly and gently approach the enemy.

The wind sounded in my ears.

The next moment, the woman who had come from the dodge moved to the side.

"See."

So to speak. Yan Feng Qili sped up.

Bang bang bang!

Several gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and bullets came from the front, three in all, one facing the heart. Two feet on both feet.

Do you plan to attack a place where your defense is weak after knowing that you can defend against direct bullets?

After Yan Feng Qili noticed it, he simply waved the three blade claws of his left hand.

The silver-white sword light flashed, and through the moonlight Yanfeng Qili captured the three bullets that were moving at high speed.

It only takes a split second.

Cut forward with your right hand and slash out in a semi-circle with your left hand downward.

Dangdang!

The same complex sound as the gunshots rang out in the space, stray bullets shot in all directions, and Zuihou disappeared into the darkness.

In retrospect, his father, Yan Fengli, was the priest of the Eighth Secret Order of the Templar Church and the overseer of the Third and Fourth Holy Grail Wars.

The 'blessing of the secret traces' that his father received through his long-term faith, Feng Qili was born with the 'qualification to reproduce the secret traces', and that 'qualification' is the 'magic circuit' that ordinary people rarely have.

And the name 'Qili' taken by Lizheng means prayer.

In reality, however, no matter how much you pray, it doesn't help.

The void in the heart cannot be filled, like a person who believes in God and suddenly cannot read the Bible.

Confusion, anxiety, tiredness, and a slight anger.

The voice just now echoed in my ears, and the woman disappeared with the voice.

"There's no need to run away, the trap I laid out at the exit, so answer my question woman, you, what are you pursuing."

You don't care.

Yan Feng Qili seemed to hear such a voice against him, and then, the rolling and bouncing thing came to his feet.

Grenade?

Yan Feng Qili moved quickly, and the stigma in his hand emitted a faint imperceptible light.

Because he was born into a religious family, he suppressed his emotions for many years, so that Qili had almost no desires, so he could not understand that he would be chosen as the Master without ambition, desires and pursuits.

However, neither Lizheng, who is a father, nor Shichen, who is a teacher, can see the essence of Qili.

So, what is the essence of Yanfeng Qili?

He asked himself, asking it while using his magical defenses.

A large amount of magic power surged out, and the shockwave of the grenade explosion directly lifted the surrounding rocks into the air, shaking the floor, and the road under his feet was a little unstable.

Yan Feng Qili, who was defensive, glared at the woman in the dark.

"Ah, what is my essence, woman."

Monster.

"Monsters?"

Yan Feng Qili showed a regretful expression.

Such an answer is not an answer at all, but a dying struggle.

Sure enough, Yan Feng Qili thought that he should still look for that man.

People who think the same as themselves and may think the same as themselves.

In this way, you can get the answer.

On top of this boring shijie, in the midst of this meaningless war, Yan Feng Qili made a decision.

So—

"Monsters can't serve God, woman, is it fun to dodge the game? I'm tired of playing. ”

After speaking, Yan Feng Qili, who was suddenly gone, stepped on the protruding steel bar, and with this strength, he saw the woman who was tightly huddled behind the stone after turning the corner.

It was a young woman, with a gun in one hand, staring at herself in disbelief.

Then, the blades of both hands stabbed out directly, and since there was no answer, there was no use value. (To be continued......)