I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but said, "What and what is this? Are they all kids? Can't you just say it frankly?"

"This is to ask yourself. If you have a quarrel with your good friend and want to reconcile, you will openly apologize and tell your own fault?" Old Shan asked.

The boy thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "...probably, no. Because if he does this, he will figure out where my bottom line is and to what extent I can bear it. It's true. The situation should be that after a few days of cold and violent mutual exchanges, the exchanges resumed. Of course, there were also cases of direct breakdown."

"That's right, so true friendship is based on respect for each other. Human emotions are full of temptation and temptation, the perfect and beautiful family affection is so, not to mention love, friendship and other emotions. Humanity is fundamental. That’s it, you don’t need to sigh, just understand it in your heart, this will form your own wisdom. And those two people are masters in this way, so no one has tried to detect each other, not sure what the other side thinks, on the contrary, they are separated. It's getting deeper and deeper." Old Shan said.

"Ah! Things related to emotions... are really troublesome! This should have been my future business!" The boy scratched his head with a distressed face, and then asked, "What should I do?"

"Why are you doing it?"

The boy said: "Some...cannot rest assured."

"Your soul is really weak."

Old Shan laughed, then closed his right eye again, and said, "But that is the only treasure you have that makes me jealous, so don't lose it, even if the future is dark. With that enthusiasm. Go on, believing that one day your mind will turn into a blazing flame, become a powerful force that no one can have, and illuminate the road to the future."

...

Since then, Mordred has moved away from the boy again, and even like a little wild cat that has been injured, he hides far away when he sees the boy.

While this made the young man even more helpless, he also had a little understanding of Mordred.

This is a very conscientious child. Even if he fell out with the boy, he did not leave the boy and still followed the established plan.

"This is the last spiritual vein node." Linglongkan Mei Shaye pointed to the ground under her feet and said: "As long as this spiritual vein is cut off, Shinjuku's spiritual vein will stop flowing, and spiritual power can be extracted."

The boy nodded and finally reached the last step.

However, just when Mei Shaye in Linglong Pavilion was preparing to intercept the spiritual veins, a seductive female voice rang: "So that's it, you are intercepting the spiritual power of the spiritual veins!"

Everyone was shocked, and they turned their heads to look around, and saw a dark goddess, holding a mysterious black gun, staring bloodthirstyly at them.

"It's a Servant!" Linglong Pavilion Mei Shaye confirmed the identity of the goddess almost immediately, exclaiming: "But it shouldn't be, I have seen all the Servants... No, there is no such Servant! And look! She looks... Lancer!"

"It's the Servant of Sajo Love Song!" the boy said solemnly.

Old Shan was not as nervous as them, but admiring the dark goddess like an artwork, and asked with interest: "Who are you?"

"Lancer, Brunhild." Brunhild said with a charming smile.

"Oh? The daughter of that great Nordic god? It was actually polluted to such a degree, huh, God--, but the pure things were polluted into this appearance, presumably the pure God's soul was crying tears, but it was Very sweet. How about it, are you interested in making my collection?" Old Shan asked.

"Hey! Jill!" the boy couldn't help but cried.

"Don't bother me, former Master. Can't you see the tears of the sweet soul of God? It is indescribable and delicious enough to be my collection." Old Shan said.

"It's really an honor, but the order my Master gave me is, no matter how to kill, but I have no interest in making your collection!" Brunhild's eyes flashed red, and he stepped on his feet, moving towards the old flash. Past.

"Oh? Then I will listen to your wailing quietly, begging me to keep you away, goddess."

Old flashed a wicked smile, then drew out two finishing swords and slew towards Brunhild.

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pS: That's it for today, good night~!

Chapter 113 Father's Back View

The black and red mud flowed on the ground and turned into blooming flowers one after another, as if forming a beautiful flower path, respectfully welcoming the advance of one person.

Shirou walked forward in the flower path, looking around, there was an infinite pitch black on all sides, patches of black miasma surged like chaos that could not be seen directly, and hit like waves, trying to swallow him, but they were caught in the road. Flowers, isolated.

Shi Lang is like entering the sacred hell, walking alone in the darkness where he can't see his fingers.

He knows where this is, here is the spiritual manifestation of Sajo Aige.

The previous pure white house was the pure whiteness of Sajiao Aige, and this endless darkness was the chaos of Sajiao Aige.

She is such a person, pure and white, like an angel falling into the earth, but dark and evil, like a devil in hell.

But she locked Shilang in the pure white room, because Shilang was [Arthur], and her pure whiteness and angelic side were only reserved for [Arthur].

I really can’t see the lack of personality.

From the entertainment point of view, if Arthur is the protagonist, Sajo Aige must be a very popular heroine, because this kind of indifference to everything and the only gentleness to the protagonist are the characteristics of the sickly popular heroine. Basic settings. But speaking from reality, Sajo Aige is undoubtedly a person of unsound personality, weak, and humble.

The humble arrival, taking a person as the whole meaning of one's life, and betraying everything for this, this is a manifestation of the lack of independence of the mind. In other words, she is not a mature and sound-minded woman, but a weak, drowning woman. The girl in fantasy.

With Yishilang's current vision and experience, he can see through the essence of Shatiao Aige at a glance, and this is why he can easily sting Shatiao Aige.

The surroundings are extremely dark, and the terrible miasma falls in style, and the mysterious black and red flower isolates the erosion of those miasma.

It was evil, dark, and full of malicious bones, but now, it is doing good deeds to guard Shilang.

The chaos and complexity in the world are nothing more than this.

Here is the heart of Sajo Aige. She trapped [Arthur] in her heart. In this way, [Arthur] would only belong to her heart forever, but it was given to Shiro. There was an opportunity to spy on the Lord of Relief.

He felt the tremor, and the absolute evil in [Evil] was also fluctuating slightly, exuding signs of excitement. There is no doubt that the connection between the Lord of Relief and Sajo Aige is here.

Shiro walked forward quickly, and the flower path under his feet also quickly extended forward.

This is the way the road is, not a gift from heaven, but a man pioneered it.

New patterns appeared in the surrounding darkness, and illusory bubbles appeared.

Shi Lang looked around, those bubbles were dotted with people and shadows.

He saw that in a bubble, the young Sajo Aige was learning the magical way with his father.

He saw in a bubble again, Sajo Aige was telling Sajo Ayaka a little story before going to bed.

The brilliance of excellence and sister is shining and admirable.

It was the story of Sajo Aige before meeting [Arthur], but she put these memory bubbles in this endless darkness.

Between [self] and [Arthur], she chose [Arthur] but gave up [self].

Why is this?

Shi Lang couldn't understand, because he was not that kind of person. Between [others] and [self], he would only choose [self].

Perhaps, she was like Qili Yanfeng in the Fourth Holy Grail War. She had no real sense of everything in the world and the beauty of people's praise, but the moment she met [Arthur], she realized the beauty. So I chased the only real sense, and finally fell into endless chaos like Yanfeng Qili.

Compared with Yanfeng Qili, she is lucky because she met [Arthur], but compared with Yanfeng Qili, she is unlucky because she met [Arthur].

Shirou walked deeper.