I want to eradicate all the evils of this world!

The young voice kept echoing in my heart, but this body was so rotten that it could not continue again! So for two hundred years, it had exhausted all means to survive, and now, even the soul has begun to decay, so to realize that ideal, it is necessary to have eternal life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Taking a deep breath, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone face changed back to the rotten old man's expression, the previous sigh and bitterness seemed to be just Chen Fei's illusion, and even the voice had a touch like a nymph's song, which made people's hearts numb.

"Dreams? Hehe, it's really unelegant to say, and an old body that is about to decay naturally wants eternal life. With a low chuckle, she paused in place with her wooden staff, and tremblingly took out a piece of magic equipment from under her wide sleeve robe, and began to reconstruct the magic circle on the ground— If you want to continue to exist, you must have a master to supply magic power, and after the death of the original master, although you can still exist for a while with only your remaining magic, you will eventually turn into nothingness and return to the seat of the Heroic Spirit, and at this time, you need to sign a new contract with another magician.

That is, Chen Fei's plan, what Jian Tong Dirty Yan did at this time.

Sensing the movement of the Jian Tong Dirty Inkstone, the corners of Chen Fei's mouth showed a trace of indifferent arc, and his thumb lightly rested on the scabbard - as a human being, he had an ideal that could not be realized with a human body, so while realizing this ideal, he had to give up his existence as 'himself', and became the existence he hated the most.

Zheng~

With the force of his thumb, Sen Han's blade slowly cut out of the scabbard, and at the same time, a surging murderous aura slowly overflowed. Ling Jian Tong's body paused slightly, but then he still unhurriedly arranged the magic circle on the ground, and he didn't seem to care about the increasingly cold and piercing qi behind him.

"Lord Martial Saint, this is not a good habit, after all, if you don't have old age, you won't be able to continue the Holy Grail War at all. ”

The thin fingers like chicken feet lightly made the last stroke. The thin old man slowly turned around, stared at the black-haired young man who was holding the long sword obliquely, and smiled calmly: "You have responded to the call of the Holy Grail through time and space, you must have your own goals, don't you? ”

"But we should have no conflict ... ”

Before the words fell, he was directly interrupted by a brilliant sword light, not sharp, but revealing a strange gentleness, just like... The moonlight of 200 years ago was ordinary.

"Do you really want to do this? In the midst of the ritual that had been activated, the young man with long blue hair stepped forward and said, "You. In fact, there is no need to make yourself a living sacrifice!" The earnest voice and the stinging heart, yes, he regretted it, whether it was the ideal of eliminating the evils of this world, or the filthy human heart... If he had sacrificed this woman, he would rather not have it all.

The young man's earnest voice made the middle-aged man beside him frown, and said angrily: "Zorgen, what are you kidding! Everyone's dream has reached this point, but you are going to give up!" The voice that was almost reprimanding did not attract the slightest attention. The young man named Zorgen just stared at the stunned figure, his eyes full of anticipation—

That's enough, Rizlech, let's not go on!

"Zorgen... ”

Turning her head slightly, her beautiful side face became more gentle in the moonlight, and the silver-haired woman said softly, "Do you remember your wish?"

"I remember!"

The last image in my memory. The young man, who had always been in high spirits, knelt before the light and wept uncontrollably.

"How can I forget, how can I forget! I, Machiri Zorgen, even if I die for it... ”

"Cut out all the evil in this world!"

The old man lying on the ground muttered slightly, and then his bright eyes slowly dimmed. The strange breath of life also disappeared - deep in the skull, a strange insect was directly slashed by Chen Fei's fierce sword intent.

"Huhuhu~"

Holding the long sword, Chen Fei gasped rapidly, and bean-sized sweat droplets continued to ooze from his forehead - even if the other party's soul had been eroded by the years, as a great magician who had existed for more than five hundred years, forcibly peeking into his heart with the intention of Zen Buddhism was tantamount to a big war for Chen Fei.

"Heh~ Why do you do this? It's thankless!"

Exhaling a deep breath of turbidity, Chen Fei smiled bitterly and withdrew the dark golden long sword from his waist, and was silent for a moment in the face of the old man's corpse - in order to realize his ideals, he did not hesitate to survive in an ugly form, but such a man with a dream finally forgot his original purpose and became a monster struggling just to survive...

Will we do the same?

For a moment, my mind returned to the distant past—on the battlefield full of killing and death, the warriors who carried the last hope of the human race to disappear into the mortal world, the white sword warriors who guarded themselves, and the demigods who did not hesitate to cut themselves in order not to become the most hated gods... After a long time, a calm smile appeared on Chen Fei's face.

"Definitely, no! Our great wish, even if it is ten thousand years, will never be able to wash away the slightest!"

Taking a breath lightly, Chen Fei slashed his fingers and sword towards Jian Tong's body, and the fierce sword qi sprinkled like rain, completely shattering this man who had been struggling to resist all his life, there was no blood, just white powder was flying, and these wreckages full of magic properties formed a high-spirited figure in the air - not a handsome face, the high-spirited eyebrows were full of perseverance and liberation-like relaxation, and he showed a smile to Chen Fei with some gratitude, and then completely dissipated.

The life of the innocent inkstone named Matong is over!

"The matter of the dirty inkstone between the Tong is solved.,But,The previous consumption was too great.,If I don't go to find a royal to sign a contract.,I'm afraid I'm going to disappear.。。。 Slowly retracting his sword finger, sensing his weakened body, Chen Fei frowned slightly, and finally sighed helplessly: "There is no way, I can only do this." ”

。。 It hurts, it hurts everywhere, bugs, lots and lots of bugs.

。。 Mom, Father, Rin, don't you want Sakura? There are so many bugs biting Sakura, Sakura is so painful, so painful.

。。 Please, come and save Sakura.,Sakura isn't here.,That old man is so scary.。。

Even such a mood can only appear in the hearts of young girls in their sleep.

When I came to this hell, I could still cry and shout from time to time for the first three days, and from the fourth day I couldn't even make a sound, and now, a whole year has passed.

There is only one theme in every day's life, entering the worm barn, being torn and ravaged by all kinds of disgusting bugs, and being pulled out when there is still the last breath left.

It's earthly, but it's more terrifying than hell in the story.

Buckle buckle buckle ~

At this moment, a crisp and charming knock sounded softly, which made the girl's petite body tremble slightly, and then opened her dim eyes, got off the bed like a puppet, and slowly walked to the door, and gently placed her slender little hand on the doorknob.

。。 Today, is it going to start again?。。

With such a desperate awareness, the wooden door was slowly opened with a creak, and a man with a very gentle smile appeared in front of Sakura.

"Girl, would you like to be my master?"

(Thank you for the reward of Han Ming X, as well as the traveler who is fascinated, the monthly pass to indulge in the vast sea of books, thank you~) (To be continued.) )