[Gun Shield] Mobius

Are you joking? "

The images of Zi Yu's, Cheng Yu's and Cang Yu's children flashed by.

they are……

"It's not right to hear Midori's reaction,"

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"I don't have any impression of the entrance to the tavern in Zellbruzer, isn't that where you work?"

father-in-law

what are you talking about

"Seeing Lian without saying a word? You..."

That is, there is no way, thing,

"You are much more timid than the 'Yuan Kang' I know."

The black-haired youth crushed the last spark with the soles of his feet.

"How much do you remember?"

His voice was very soft, but his eyes were like sharp knives.

"Hey, Yuan Kang."

The hero of the gun awaits his final fate.

"How many times have you reincarnated?"

One kill.

"I've always kept this place a secret, my father-in-law is the first person I brought here!"

"Haha...really?" This tone of asking for credit is so familiar.

Lulorona, when will they find out that their village chief has been kidnapped?

The moonlight is like practice, casting a layer of silver light on the rock.The nose is filled with the smell of sulfur, the body is wrapped in hot spring water, the warmth is like returning to the mother's womb, and the head feels light after a while.

Kuchan and Marlene were playing and playing in the water, Little Ruff was floating on the water with her tail in her arms, and Midori voluntarily stood on the highest rock to keep watch.The boy's figure was divided into two halves by the shadow and the moonlight, and it was particularly conspicuous under the starlight.

Yuan Kang tied the ponytail into a ball, and he carefully removed the feathers like treasures. The hair tip near his ear was not tied into the hair tie, and was stained with water vapor.

They are like soaking in stock.

Shangwen touched the scars on his body, stab wounds, chop wounds, and arrow wounds. He didn't know what this body had experienced, but he understood what it was like to be alone when a person was isolated and discriminated against by society.

Because, if "Yuan Kang" hadn't helped him, he would have almost fallen into that abyss.

"Hey, Yuan Kang-jun, Adora, what kind of girl is she?" He looked at the starry sky and asked seemingly casually.

The blond young man turned his head quickly, and those red eyes met.

"Where did you hear that name?" he asked gravely.

Shang Wen was taken aback.

Yuan Kang took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and lowered his tone, "She died in the battle of Phoenix." He stared at Shang Wen, carefully identifying any possible expressions on his face.

And Shangwen just looked at him.

He has no feeling, no feeling means no feeling, he can't pretend that he really has any feelings, at least he can't do it in front of Yuan Kang.

Yuan Kang's crimson eyes looked hazy through the mist, very much like the moment he pierced through the dragon's body and turned back, his tears flowed down like that in his memory, spilling rubies all the way.

That sense of incompatibility became clear again, and he couldn't even have the qualifications to grieve together.

The black-haired young man took the initiative to move closer to Yuan Kang, and his hot shoulder touched the hot upper arm of the blond young man through the hot liquid. He maintained this posture, looking in the direction where the children were playing, but his mind was not there.

"Tell me about her."

Under the brightest starlight in the summer night, the windless night was quiet and silent, the warm spring water surged on the ground, soaking the bones, Iwatani Naofumi closed his eyes, and listened to the man beside him telling the story of the white tiger girl.

"What else are you hiding from me, Yuan Kang?"

The blond youth was silent.

"Can't you tell?"

Yuan Kang turned his head, his eyes darkened.

"It's just... I can't say it..."

Shangwen understands that this guy will never hide anything about him and the situation he will face next, so it is only possible...

The black-haired young man sat on the bed, and the bed surface formed a slope due to the weight. Yuan Kang found that his body was sliding that way, and he was getting closer and closer to the source of fear.

"What happened in the previous world?" He asked softly, as if afraid of breaking a porcelain doll.

The blond young man turned his head away from him. Sweat fell from his chin into his neck. He seemed to be suppressing the great pain. He choked up and couldn't make a sound when he was about to open his mouth. He spit out intermittently:

"I...in order...to verify the law of reincarnation...killed..."

Shangwen's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Trees and chains...!"

Yuan Kang was punched in the face.

The shield demon ignored the pain in his phalanx, and the spear hero didn't even dare to look up at him.

Kitamura Motoyasu is a beast.

This is an undeniable fact.

The black-haired young man's body trembled with anger, and his scorching breath echoed in the huge room.

One can't step into the same river twice, but this guy did it, he did it more than twice, and the eddy of the river swept away his memory and rationality, the price and the gain, Sometimes brutal.

The red material sank to the bottom of the river.

Call here.

Maybe that would make it easier for him.

"Yuan Kang."

Shang Wen said.

"You poor fellow."

The sharp edge that was on the verge of firing came to an abrupt end.

The blond young man was startled, and raised his head in a daze with tears in his eyes. The moonlight cast a pale halo on his face.

Shangwen has already got into the bed, with his back turned to him, refusing to talk.

It is useless to dwell on this matter, the blood of the past has nothing to do with this ongoing world, the shield demon is not a fool, but a high wall has been cast and stands abruptly.

Yuan Kang stayed for a long time, but in just a few minutes, the sun and the moon flew by, feeling lost.He pulled back the quilt and got in together. The black-haired young man didn't respond, except for his heavy breathing.

The two were back to back, only a layer of clothes separated them, but their thoughts were separated by two levels of the world.The black-haired young man bit his lower lip, and the chain he saw earlier broke off towards the brittle branch in his mind.The eyes of the blond-haired youth were swollen and dripping, and Lian's expression of worrying about Qishu was still fresh in his memory, piercing into his heart.Tonight's moonlight is bright and bright, and it is destined that no one will be able to sleep well.

Shang Wen rubbed his eyes and woke up, patting his face with two little feet, it was Little Love's fleshy balls.He fell asleep in the hot spring yesterday, probably Yuan Kang carried him into the carriage.The carriage is quite comfortable and warm, and he likes the soft touch. He later learned that these cushions are filled with down feathers collected from Philo emus.

Yuan Kangjun's style.

He twisted his body a bit before sitting up slowly, and dazedly, through the light stolen from the gap in the curtain, he saw a large map, a few blueprints of western dresses, and a few pictures of Fei on the inner wall of the carriage. Luoyu emu sketch annotation, and a text table for comparison.

The black-haired young man poked his head out of the carriage.

A pot was placed on a circle of stones, boiling water, Yuan Kang was humming a tune to pluck a bird monster.Shangwen watched with a little curiosity, because this situation is really rare, usually he is the one who prepares the food in the team, and the blond young man always brags about his cooking skills, this is the first time he has seen the other party handling food like this.

The depilated and boneless meat was chopped up and added with millet-like grains. Yuan Kang closed the lid of the pot with satisfaction, turned his head and smiled at Shang Wen. At that moment, there was no anger, no worry, no sadness, and no evil people in the whole world , and there is no complacent man.The whole world is extremely quiet.

Kitamura Motoyasu was gradually awakened by the rustling sound of quill pen and parchment paper rubbing against each other. When he opened his eyes, the hard shell formed by tears stung his eyelids, and the remaining warmth left by the other person on the bed had already dissipated.

Naofumi Iwatani was sitting on the desk writing something. His disheveled hair and flat back showed that the owner of this body was still an ignorant young man, but his upright body overlapped with the cold back of the shield demon in an instant, as if It is transformed from overgrown branches and messy rocks.

Yuan Kang got off the bed softly, stepped on the animal skin carpet on the ground, and came to Shang Wen's side holding his breath.The black-haired young man wrote in Japanese that only the brave can understand. Yuan Kang looked at it for a while and found that it was all about the making and giving of accessories.

Those rustling noises stopped, Shangwen put down the quill, landed on the table and bounced with a "pop", turned his head and met Yuan Kang's eyes.

At that time, the young man didn't have the frightening blue eyes and tired bags under the eyes, and his lips were also healthy light red, smooth and moist. His emerald eyes moved up with a very familiar look, and Yuan Kang opened his mouth. Then it closed again.

Nothing to say.

Shang Wen took the lead to look away.

"Take me somewhere."

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23:52:16

Driving through the highlands in a horse-drawn carriage is fascinating, and there are always things to see that many scenery movies don't show.In the pearly gray dawn light, mist rolled and rolled over the fields on either side of the road.In this everlasting beauty, Yuan Kang's carriage is like the first creation to appear on this land, galloping vertically and horizontally, the sound of bird claws stepping on the land is particularly loud, as if driving into a newly formed world.The mountains heaved up and down because of the aftermath of the movement, and the golden valleys rolled up and down like the sea.

Ku Jiang and Marlene were dragging the carriage, and Midori was running on the far side, so as to broaden their horizons and spot prey earlier. Prey below LV90 can no longer satisfy their desire to fight.

When Midori found a high-quality prey, she let out a crisp cry, and her emerald green feather drum unfolded, so Kuchan or Marlene would take off the reins at a certain time, and rush into the fog ahead with Midori in vain.

After a while, library sauce or