[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

Kenneth found it difficult to understand the trajectory of things.

This was one day three months after they returned to London, Kenneth, who had basically recovered, took Diarmuid on a night tour of London.After visiting London Bridge, Big Ben, and Buckingham Palace according to the traditional route, Kenneth (politely) asked the servant if there was anything else he wanted to see, and the handsome Celtic hero showed a smile on his face (Kenneth endured it. I couldn’t help but want to slap him) with an excited smile, and then pointed to the colorful Ferris wheel in front of them.

Kenneth didn't want to recall the process of squeezing into the line and getting on this ride that obviously exuded a pink aura.He sat stiffly on the chair, trying not to look at the enthusiastic servant across from him.Being together in such a small space made him feel a little anxious, but Diarmuid didn't seem to notice it at all, and stared out of the window on his own, his expression was so focused that he couldn't help being a little curious.

Is the night view of London really so fascinating?London aborigine Kenneth thought puzzledly, he followed Diarmuid's line of sight, but saw his own shadow on the glass.

In all fairness, that's not a silhouette worthy of such serious appreciation.Years of lack of exercise has made his physique as thin as a thin-edged knife, his thin and bloodless lips can only spit out embarrassingly harsh words, and even his barely handsome eyebrows are always frowned. It was as gloomy as the weather in London—but the young man with a brilliant appearance looked at it seriously and contentedly as if he were appreciating the most beautiful artwork.

Kenneth turned his eyes away with some discomfort, the gradually rising glass room left the hustle and bustle under his feet, and the sight of the person half a step away in the silence became more distinct. Through thousands of years, it was always as clear as a brand.

Kenneth suddenly felt a little dazed. In this quiet glass box, memories bubbled up and filled the silence between the two of them.

He thought of the resolute figure of the young man who rushed back to the execution ground 6000 years ago; he thought of the resolute back of the heroic spirit on the battlefield in Fuyuki City; he thought of the cry of the young man who almost cried blood when he gave the last order; he thought of Diarmuid Before returning to the Fuyuki City Gymnasium, I made a cautious request with anticipation and some trepidation.

Can you respond to my feelings, even if it's a lie...

Kenneth stared intently at the handsome side face of the young man, and suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe. Something finally broke through the ground, with a bit of pain and a bit of joy, and it undoubtedly grew wildly.

How can it be deception? How can such a lie that you don't even believe in yourself be used to deceive others?

How could it not be love? How could something that can be sacrificed even for life and cannot be erased by reincarnation be not love?

——It’s really stupid for me to hurt myself for such a simple thing for so long.

He let out a long sigh, as if exhaling all the depression and worries out of his body.Then leaned over, and under the confused and surprised eyes of the young man, gently kissed that handsome face that was blessed and cursed.

Diarmuid's golden eyes suddenly widened, and the surprise in them quickly turned into deeper affection.The agile Heroic Spirit quickly grabbed his shoulder, and a probing kiss fell on his lips. He closed his eyes and acquiesced to the Heroic Spirit's temptation, and then the light touch immediately turned into a deep kiss that almost exhausted his breath. .

"I love you."

The uncontrollable kiss ended, and Diarmuid buried himself on his shoulder like a large dog, gently rubbing his nose against the side of his neck, whispering like this.Kenneth didn't answer as usual, but this time he turned his head slightly, and gently stroked the young man's slightly curly black hair with his thin lips that could never say beautiful words.

"I love you."

In the last few minutes before the end of his life, what remained in his ears was the boy's sigh-like confession.Severe pain and other emotions surged into my mind, and there was only one voice that was as clear as thunder in the blur.That was probably the footsteps of the god of death. He closed his eyes, his soul gradually left his body, and his consciousness sank into the unknown chaos with some strange throbbing.

Now he finally knew that at the moment when his life ended, what he heard was not the footsteps of death.

It turned out that what shook like a drum at that moment was the honest joy and throbbing of the heart.

Talk about the happy life of a cat slave

God took a rib from Adam and made Eve from it.

Kotomine Kirei was stabbed and broken several ribs by Emiya Kiritsugu in the final battle, and one of them was dismantled because of the serious injury.

"That's why I can't find a suitable woman to be my partner. You have to be responsible." Father Yanfeng looked down at the cat-headed man in front of him through the height difference, his tone was extremely upright, and his purpose was extremely evil.

Take your sister's responsibility.Mr. Wei Gong swears silently in his heart. Considering that his lovely little daughter is excitedly observing this "father's good friend" at the door, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"You have to take responsibility for the rib you broke."

"Rely on me to take the responsibility of your sister and rib your family!!" Chesi's father couldn't bear it anymore, and finally broke out.The priest, who has been listening to confessions and guiding mortals lost on the road of life all the year round, displayed his professional detachment and calmness. He lightly received the straight punch of Chesi's father, and at the same time replied calmly and earnestly: "You come to be my whole family. part of it."

——It’s wrong to swear in front of children, Kiritsugu papa~

King Gilgamesh, who was passing by (obviously to see the excitement), felt a chill all over his body. He hugged his best friend's shoulder and rubbed it tightly. The historian pulled it out and silently flogged the corpse ten thousand times in his heart.