Chapter Thirty-Eight: The unwilling Artoria, Shirou Yanfeng

Bang bang –

One black and one blue, two figures that were too fast to catch with the naked eye collided in the deep forest, the crisp metal impact of guns and swords echoed in this empty forest, the invisible wind blade cut through the withered and dancing leaves, and those thick trunks made countless shallow slash marks out of thin air.

In this modern land where the gods perished, with the power of the Holy Grail, the heroic battle posture of the mythical hero is revealed.

Diarmuid, who was at war with Artoria, sensed that his master had shifted from Kenneth to Yu Bai through the supply of magic power, and after his face changed slightly, he looked at Artoria, who had the same expression as himself, and showed a bitter smile.

"Saber, stop, the battle is over." Diarmuid put away his two guns, looked at Artoria who was as sassy as a Valkyrie, her beautiful face showed a look of shock and incomprehension, and she suddenly understood that the other party was estimated to have fallen into the same situation as herself, and then after thinking of the fate of the other party's master, her heart was not touched, and she even wanted to laugh.

"Make it clear to me! Why did my master change to someone else, is it really your hands? After hearing Diarmud's words, Artoria's face suddenly sank, her emerald eyes were as sharp as a blade, she raised the sword of victory of the oath in her hand, stared at Diarmud, and asked.

Looking at the two of them who were tense and faintly had a tendency to fight again, Yu Bai said hello, "Yo~ Where are they?" ”

The blue-haired, high-ponytailed Hassan carried the unconscious Alice Phil behind Yu Bai, and Kenneth, who had completed the transaction and was no longer the Master, had already left.

Feeling the close connection with Yu Bai, Diarmuid half-knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully towards Yu Bai: "Lord! ”

Since the previous lord Kenneth transferred the spell to Yu Bai, then Yu Bai, as the new lord, is his current lord, and Diarmuid's wish is only to dedicate his loyalty to his lord, as for who his lord is, Diarmuid is not entangled, so he quickly accepts this fact.

"Master Caster, why do you have my Master's Spell! Why is Alice Fell in your hands, my Master? ”

Seeing Alice Phil on his shoulders at a glance, as well as the restraint from the spell that Yu Bai felt, and the faint supply of magic transmitted over him, Artoria asked menacingly.

"Emiya Kiritsugu...... I was killed by Kenneth, the Governor of Lancer, and I, as you can see, inherited the spell of the two of them and became your current Master. ”

Yu Bai showed a crimson spell on one arm, looked at Artoria who was like a lioness angry, and couldn't help but tease: "Very good, it's this momentum, I don't hate a momentum like you, but you have to keep a certain limit to being spoiled by the master, otherwise the master will impose a little punishment." ”

"You !!"

Shocked by the dense traces of the spell that Yu Bai possessed, but being teased by Yu Bai's flirtatious words, Artoria's silver teeth clenched, and the Wind King enchantment wrapped in the Sword of Oath of Victory retreated, revealing the brilliant golden sword body that had been hidden, and the golden light particles slowly converged, giving people a beautiful and dreamy illusion.

"Artoria, do you want to betray your master?" Seeing Artoria's tendency to release the curry stick, Yu Bai hurriedly raised his arm engraved with the spell and scolded.

Feeling the restraining force faintly coming from the spell, Artoria unwillingly put down the lightsaber in her hand and stared at Yu Bai with a hostile expression, but when she saw Alice Phil in Hassan's hand, she still forcibly suppressed the unhappiness in her heart.

"That's good." Looking at the blonde armored girl who was a head shorter than herself, Yu Bai said with a smile, and then walked up to Artoria and tried to ravage the other party's hair with her claws.

Artoria snorted coldly without giving face, and dodged away from Yu Bai's outstretched evil hand.

For Artoria's tsundere behavior, Yu Bai is not annoyed at all, the tsundere iceberg girl, more flirting, a few times can melt the ice sculpture into a sand sculpture, you don't see when the Kaguya lady next door was still an iceberg beautiful girl, and then under a wave of operations, she became a sand sculpture girl who only knows love.

Now that the five groups of servants are in Yu Bai's lineup, coupled with the enchantment of Yuanzang Mountain and their own hole cards, the banner of victory has fallen to their side, how can the flying dragon ride face lose?

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In the middle of nowhere, on the way back to the church in Fuyuki City.

Tempted by mapo tofu, Yan Feng Qili is thinking about how to make up a reason to convince his father Yan Fengli to work part-time as a chef.

Suddenly, a scolding voice came, and I saw a little brown-haired boy staggering towards him, and two strong middle-aged men in non-mainstream clothes chasing the boy behind him.

Yan Fengqili, who was about to flash to the side under the pretense that more is better than less, but the red-haired boy bumped into him, clutching the corners of his clothes, with a look of pleading and hope, the stubborn little face full of stains, opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Help me!

Reading the boy's lips, Yan Fengqili, who was indifferent, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the emotion in the boy's eyes, and the original indifferent state of mind suddenly rippled.

A boy who longs for freedom, a child who longs for his own rescue......

What innocent eyes, and this strong face, exhausted, but thirsting for my salvation!

"Hey! Guy over there, don't be nosy, this is our Black Dragon Society's business, get that little ghost over quickly! ”

The two strong men with iron rods in their hands looked at Yan Feng Qili with contempt, the Black Dragon Society is an underworld organization in Guangbuzi City next door, with human trafficking, usury and happy medicines as its main business, although it is not a first-class underworld force, but the prestige of the Black Dragon Society is enough to deter those ordinary citizens.

The eyes of the two moved to the red-haired boy in front of Yan Feng Qili, this is a high-grade product that he spent a lot of energy to get from the orphanage in Dongmu City, looking at his appearance and skin, he can definitely sell it for a good price, if he really lets him slip out of his hands, then these ten days of work will be in vain.

Ignoring the threats of the two, Yan Feng Qili lowered his head and touched the boy's hair, and asked, "Young man, your name?" ”

The boy named 'Shirou' said in a hoarse voice, "...... Shirou, I don't have a last name. ”

"Very good, you will be called Yanfeng Shirou from now on!" Looking directly at Shirou, Yan Feng Qili said solemnly.

"Miscellaneous cultivators, you dare to ignore us!" Seeing Yan Feng Qili ignoring him, the two of them jumped like thunder, raised the iron rod in their hands and smashed it at Yan Feng Qili.

Yan Fengqili's expression remained unchanged, and he pulled the son he had just received behind him, and the red black key that appeared in his hand was projected, mercilessly stabbing into the heads of the two, and the stiff corpse fell straight down, blood flowing out of the wound.

Seeing the two adults who had captured him dying in front of him, the smell of blood rushed into his nose and stimulated the nerves of his brain, Yan Feng Shirou, who had never seen such a cruel scene, seemed to be scared silly, his pupils trembled slightly, and his breathing became heavy and disordered.

"Shirou, my child, you must remember this rule: if you are killed, you will die. When someone draws a sword against you, it means that the other party is ready to die, and there is no need to pity the enemy who has murderous intent towards you, because the person who plunders life does not deserve to be forgiven! ”

Looking at the corpses of the two indifferently, Yan Feng Qili stroked Yan Feng Shirou's little head, and recounted his ideas in a deep voice.

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