Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

The light-colored lips approached Kyogokuhiko's lips hesitantly, and the damp and warm breath gradually became clear and palpable. The rouge at the corners of the young man's eyes was so beautifully reflected at such a close distance. Flushed with embarrassment, but under the control of the command spell, his body involuntarily approached, and when he approached again, Jing Jiyan raised his chin slightly and waited for him to come to the door. His appearance made Diarmuid's appearance even more embarrassing.

The knight's movements were slow and unwilling, and Kyogokuhiko was not in a hurry, admiring Diarmuid's blushed cheeks and ears, waiting for the food to fall into his mouth automatically. Moderately thick lips are most suitable for kissing, and the lips are slightly lighter. It was also just right, he half-opened and exhaled a honey-sweet breath, which made his throat move slightly, half-closed his eyes and said with a smile: "If you don't hurry up, I can't guarantee what will happen."

Diarmuid froze. He was not a fledgling. What he should know was clear. When he was young, he also hang out with his comrades and listened to a lot of unscrupulous jokes. He naturally understood what Kyogoku said. He paused for a while, sighed in his heart, closed his eyes and pasted it regardless of the hidden meaning in it.

The touch on his lips was unusually soft, and Kyogokuhiko's eyes darkened, and he was about to toss and turn to deepen the kiss, but the sudden dazzling white light and the feeling of weightlessness made him feel a little confused for a moment, and he barely changed from a sitting posture to a kiss. into standing.

Diarmuid looked at the empty grassland, a little white light flickered on the jade in the martial arts field, and the familiar fluctuation of magic power told him where Kyogokuhiko had gone.

"It seems that my experiment was successful." Kyogokuhiko recovered his calm expression in a few breaths, looking at the surrounding radiance, this place is like a crossroads in the endless void, as long as you take one step forward, you will fall off a cliff.Going forward is probably the reality, and this realization made him feel a little eager and excited.

A person has lived almost numb for seemingly endless years, and finally one day there is hope to get rid of this situation. Even Kyogokuhiko can't maintain a calm skin.

But there was no one around, and Diarmuid probably didn't come with him. He licked the corner of his lips reminiscently, and seemed to be able to feel the sweetness of honey on the tip of his tongue, which made him feel a little regretful.

Forget it, Kyogoku straightened the sleeves of his robe and took a step forward. The "wind" from another world pushed his body forward, and all kinds of light spots flickered in front of him. He seemed to hear someone chanting a spell in a daze. .

"But you should blind your eyes with chaos, and serve my body

You are imprisoned on the threshold of madness! "

As a result, black mist spread in the wind, covering Kyogokuhiko's eyes, pouring in crazily along his limbs, and the cold breath grew in his body, making him feel suffocated and painful uncontrollably, wanting to To devour the sanity he has worked so hard to maintain for a long time.

Resentment, pain, despair, all kinds of negative emotions hit my heart, I thought I had stuffed it into a box, nailed it and threw it into the deepest part of my memory And enter.

It really brought back a lot of unpleasant memories.There was bottomless darkness in Kyogokuhiko's eyes, and a sigh escaped from the corners of his mouth. He crawled out of his coffin not to be used as a dog for others, since he wanted to devour him so much. Reasonable, he simply opened the city gate and let the black mist invade, but that deep obsession is a hard nut to crack. I'm afraid it didn't swallow him in the end, but was used by his almost desperate obsession as a snack .

Not afraid of resentment, otherwise he would be an emperor, and not afraid of pain, the pain of today will be rewarded a hundredfold in the future, despair is the best nourishment for obsession, turning a belly full of snow, moon, wind and flowers into swords, humming over and over again Ready to drink blood.

"It's you who summoned me?" Stepping on the magic circle outlined by scarlet blood, Kyogokuhiko moved the scorpion hanging in front of his eyes, and the five-color jade beads connected by colorful silk threads dangled. He frowned, changed into a moon-white uniform with a thought, and then cast his eyes on the person standing in front of the magic circle.

"It's me." The person standing in front of the magic circle has gray hair and looks quite old, but he is well maintained and does not seem to be too old to be blinded by the eyes, "Dare to ask your name... ..."

Lived for a long time and saw much more. Just by meeting Matou Zouken, he roughly estimated the character of the servant he summoned, and adopted a more humble attitude. Although it is not clear why he obviously summoned Berserker, the servant still retains the character of the servant. He was amazed at his rationality, but considering the situation, it was wise to reach a consensus and seek the Holy Grail first.

It's a pity that Kyogokuhiko didn't have any interest in listening to him finish his sentence. He left the word "boring" and turned himself into a spiritual son, disappearing without a trace.

When he came to this real world, countless complicated knowledge poured into his mind. Compared with grabbing an unknown cup with a group of dead and living, this brand new and unknown world is more attractive to His Majesty, especially After he learned to summon the inherent enchantment and successfully brought Diarmuid out of it, this inexplicable war became even more unattractive to him.

It is now the early spring of 1860. This city named Fuyuki is secluded in a corner of the country. The breath of the industrial revolution has not blown here with the breeze. Residents don't know what a magnificent spiritual vein they are stepping on, and in Liudong Temple, where they often visit, there has been a miracle of connecting to the root.

This is the second time so far that he has waged a life-and-death struggle for that miracle.

Walking through the ancient streets of Fuyuki City, Diarmuid, with its obvious exotic features, was welcomed by the residents with a particularly "warm" welcome. The shops closed and locked in a hurry, and occasionally a child curiously pulled the crack of the door to go out Look, I will also be dragged back by the adults at home, and I will curse a few words in a low voice.

The appearance of a country that has never been seen before, but the pronunciation of the language is still somewhat familiar. Kyogokuhiko muttered vaguely: "Waguo." I didn't expect to see anything new in the surrounding low-rise bungalows, especially after I just got off. The muddy path on the rainy ground made him miss the flat and wide bluestone road in the capital.

Diarmuid's figure didn't last long, and he dissipated on the spot. Kyogokuhiko frowned, and slightly sensed the position of the servant who provided him with magic power. The speed of movement was abnormally fast in the spirit child state, almost a thought He can get to where he wants to go-but the landing point may not be as satisfactory.

His Majesty, who almost stepped into the pile of worms, frowned in disgust. Without looking at Zouken Matou sitting in the middle of the pile of worms, he stepped directly into his own inherent barrier, and washed himself clean from head to toe. , changed his clothes again, and appeared in the hall of Matou's house frowning.

Matou Zouken, who cleaned himself up and put on his clothes, looked gentle and refined, even though he was old, he was still a charming old man. He just smiled gently and said, "I made you laugh."

Jing Jiyan responded vaguely, and asked: "What was that just now?" He had heard of Miaojiang Gu art before, and the art of feeding insects and poisons was passed down miraculously. Things are similar to it.

"My family is good at using familiars, especially insects." Matou Zouyan spread out his palm, and a bright yellow butterfly fluttered out, "What you just said...is extending my lifespan."

He paused to organize his words, and then continued: "The so-called Holy Grail is a masterpiece jointly completed by Maqili Zorgen, the Einzbern family and the Tohsaka family, and the Holy Grail War is to decide Its ownership, the final victor can use the Holy Grail to fulfill his long-cherished wish. Einzbern wants to complete the third method, the Tohsaka family wants to reach the root, and I hope to use the Holy Grail to eliminate the malice in this world! But only making the Holy Grail has exhausted most of my life, and the first Holy Grail War ended in failure. I am not willing to die, so I created these imprinted worms to replace my body, so that I can live longer In this world, until the long-cherished wish is fulfilled!"

The old man's eyes were clear and firm, and his words were loud and loud, and his somewhat stooped back unconsciously stood up when he said this, and his body was filled with a kind of uprightness that Kyogokuhiko was very familiar with, and he often saw in some counselors before.

Kyogokuhiko hooked his finger, and the butterfly flapping its wings landed on his fingertips. The aura emanating from the bug was almost the same as the aura from the old man. Maybe Yan mistook it for some new species of giant bug.

"I'm not interested in your long-cherished wish." The butterfly turned to ashes at his fingertips, and the young man smiled indifferently, "However, your chasing ugliness is still worth watching."

"Do your best to please me, maybe I will reward you with victory." The light golden spirit seeds scattered like quicksand, and Matou Zouken smiled helplessly. The unpopular aspects lead Heroic Spirit's personality in a troublesome direction.

Kyogokuhiko's inherent enchantment is almost a complete copy of his Heroic Seat. There are many palaces and palaces. Lu Muduo sat on the ground and said softly, "Sorry."

Heroic spirits who appear in the world relying entirely on magic power, once there is no sufficient supply of magic power, it is even difficult to maintain the most basic form. The two incomplete command spells on Kyogokuhiko cannot provide him with enough magic power. Fortunately, in this world where mana is scarce, he only went out for a walk before he felt his body crumbling, so he could only temporarily stay in the inherent enchantment rich in mana.

"It's not your fault." The golden spirit particles escaping from Yingling's body passed through his fingers, as if holding a pool of gravel that would be scattered at any time, "You rest here."

The lower the palace is, the heavier the Yin Qi is. The Yin Qi in the palace on the lowest floor is almost condensed into a solid body. Wisps of gray mist hang between the trees. Without any resentment, the purest Yin Qi is a good thing for raising ghosts. Although Kyogokuhiko has not yet figured out what kind of existence a heroic spirit is, it should not be much different from ghosts and the like.

Diarmuid's faint sigh flowed from his lips, and his eyes closed heavily.