Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

"And this theory has also been included in the classics by the [Circular Druid School] as the theoretical basis. Since the birth of their school for more than 1000 years, they have been running around the world. It used to be to maintain the cycle of the forest, and now it is based on The goal is to repair Gaia's mother's inability to self-regulate the wounds. There were traces of them when the [Black Ship] broke through." He ate grapes and continued to explain: "Your Asakura ancestors are in addition to the mother's [miko bloodline]. ], as well as the [Druid bloodline] of foreigners back then. And you, Saori Asakura, is the one who inherited these two [bloodlines].”

"Right, Lily." He lowered his head to the goblin, who had not changed his chewing motion since just now, seeking approval.

The little thing was happily nibbling on the grapes that were about the size of hers, and was suddenly asked a question, but just nodded blankly: "Huh? Yes! Yes! My previous master? It seems to be that or something... Circulation... De Rui? I seem to have heard people say, yes, this is it."

"In terms of evidence, apart from the two books I showed you just now, the little goblin in front of you is the best proof." Taking advantage of Lily's inattention, Yuzhong Ming squeezed her two pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings and let it go. To the front: "Lily's race is not an ordinary goblin. I have checked a lot of information in the past few days to confirm that she is a special type of family called the earth."

He wouldn't admit that he figured out the situation because Lily's name was displayed on his system map.

By the way, Lily's full name on the map is [Earth's Familiar Immortal Fairy Lily? Niko], Ning Ningqin is [subtle and sorry inspiration Mitsui Ningning]; Asakura Saori is [Blessing of the Born Witch Cycle, the Son of Yellow Springs] Asakura Saori / Saori? G? Terry]

"This kind of goblin has no special ability except that it will never die. But other than the [Circular Druid School] who can summon it from the earth, no other school, association or organization has completed this summoning." He let go of his hands holding his wings, ignoring Lily who flew up to his head in anger and pulled out his hair, and spread his hands: "Look, isn't this obvious? That foreigner among your ancestors is [Cycling Drew] A member of the Yi School], and his status will definitely not be low. After all, little goblins like the family of the earth are not accessible to ordinary people."

"So I want to learn [Introduction to Natural Mana]?" Asakura Saori approached slowly, looking at Yuzhong Ming, who was leaning, with a question in his eyes.

Yuzhong Ming looked at her expressionlessly: "Yes. And at the same time, I have to learn the knowledge of witches. It will be very difficult and tiring! If you give up now, it is time for the whole family to move out of Qingshui Village!"

The little girl lowered her head and seemed to be thinking.After a few seconds, she raised her head to speak, and her voice gradually became firmer from small to loud: "Asakura Family Instruction (Shaori Version) No. [-]: Upright girls from the Asakura family are not afraid of suffering and will never escape from battle."

"And." The little girl's whole body was covered with a light green brilliance, like a weak and strong grass that has survived the baptism of the storm without bending her spine: "This [transcendence] called [Natural Mana], It's not that hard to master!"

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On Qingshui Mountain, it was still in that unknown cave.The sound of footsteps wearing armor gradually sounded again, and a tall figure showed a slight trace.It stood at the entrance of the cave with a long Tang saber, and the scabbard was full of rust.He was wearing a large all-black armor, the face (mask) completely covered the entire face, and a crescent-shaped front forehead on the helmet stood tall.

The armored warrior glanced at the still bright sunshine outside, snorted dissatisfiedly, and then stepped towards the entrance of the cave.

Just take a step, and endless darkness pours out of it.In the sky, dark clouds piled up quickly, blocking the sun; underground, the darkness connected the entire forest, sucking away the last rays of light.

He nodded slightly with satisfaction, and stepped into the [spring eye] at the top of Qingshui Mountain, step by step.His steps seemed to be very slow, but in a few seconds, he crossed the distance of half a mountain and came to the [spring eye].

Looking at the dry spring in front of him, the black-armored warrior unsheathed the Tang Dao, as if to expose the black body of the blade to the air, as if to inhale everything into it.He held the knife in both hands, aimed it at Quanyan, and stabbed it hard.

"flutter!"

There seemed to be a sound of being pierced, and the dry spring gradually began to seep out brand new spring water - pitch black as ink.

At first, only droplets of viscous black water flowed out. As the essence of the blade continued to penetrate deep into the ground, the black water spewed quickly, slowly filled the spring, and began to seep down along the ditch before it dried up.

He pulled the Tang Dao out of the spring and stood beside him with his sword.I don't know how long it took, the darkness surging around it seemed to lighten a little, and then he got up with a knife and paced back to the cave.

"There are still two [spring eyes]. The time for my Lord's resurrection is almost here." It had a low duet-like voice and seemed to be thinking about countermeasures: "Ushiwakamaru, Aokitou, collect your energy faster. Don't let I'm disappointed."

Two voices sounded one after another in the darkness.

"Leave it to me, Your Excellency."

"Hey! I'll do it."

"I hope it doesn't disappoint me like the lady spider." After saying this, its figure disappeared into the darkness without making a sound.

Chapter 22 Blackwater (1)

Haruto Honma feels a little strange at home recently.

The old man in his family has a blue face recently. When he is free, he likes to sit in the living room in the middle of the night. Sometimes he can be seen chewing something in the living room after drinking some water at night.The old woman squatted at home every day and couldn't come out. If the old man who slept with her didn't say anything and brought food into the house every day, he would have thought the old woman was dead.My brother's family had a "ghost bite" in the [safe traffic] last year, leaving only a small oil bottle over 8 years old. This oil bottle is trembling and curled up in the corner of the house every day, saying nothing, watching Makes you want to hit her.However, he is 40 years old this year and still has nothing to do. He doesn't want to go to work in a big city, nor does he want to do farm work all his life like his parents. He can only live by living at home.

Today, as usual, he was drunk at the only izakaya in Qingshui Village, and was kicked out by the boss because he owed money.

He carried a bottle of low-quality sake that he had drunk more than half of, and staggered towards the house, swearing in an unclean mouth: "That little bastard from Mitsui, I still played with him back then, even if I owe a little money. I will smash your storefront next time. But his daughter is really big breasts, hehe! I don't know how it will feel good. Hey!".

With the strength of the wine and holding the side wall, Harumoto Honma walked slowly and leisurely to the front of his house.He held the bottle of wine and took a sip. Yan banged the door hard, and shouted impatiently: "Hiccup! Little bastard, old man, open the door. I'm back." After a while, the door passed There was a panicked running sound.With a creak, the door was pulled open.A thin little girl curled her hands on her chest, covered in blue and purple, and looked at the drunk man at the door tremblingly.

Haruto Honma held the door frame with one hand and put the wine bottle in his mouth with the other: "CAO, it's gone." He threw the wine bottle out, and when he saw the little girl shrinking to the door, he came up with anger: "You little money loser." He raised his hand to fight.

Suddenly, a cold old voice came from the house: "It's a spring man. When you come back, hurry into the house. What does it look like outside?"

As if a breath of cold air blew into his neck, he shivered and woke up a little from the wine.

"Got it, old man," he replied to the voice inside, slammed the door hard, and muttered to the little girl, "You've had a short meal, I'm going to take a shower, hurry up and put it away. Bath water." +

He threw off his shoes at the entrance and staggered to the living room.The lights in the living room were not turned on, and he narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw a figure sitting at the dining table in the living room, eating something in big mouthfuls.

"Old man, why don't you turn on the lights when you eat!" He said casually, turning on the lights in the living room.

"what!!!!"

"He~~he~~he~~! What are you eating, old man!".

I saw under the light, an old figure wearing a blue bathrobe, his complexion was blue and black, his bones were high, his eyeballs were bulging, and a thick ink-colored liquid was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He picked up a water glass full of ink-colored mucus and kept pouring it into his mouth.

Haruto Honma felt that his whole body was dominated by fear, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, pointed his finger at the old man, his mouth was speechless in horror.

The old man kept eating the meat, his head turned towards him slowly mechanically.

"Chunren, am I eating beef stew?" The old man's voice was piercingly cold, as if the temperature in the entire room had dropped several degrees.

"Beef stew! It's obviously..." I don't know where the strength came from, Haruto Honma stood up abruptly and shouted loudly. Before he could finish speaking, his eyes were blurred, and all the strangeness seemed to not exist. the same.

Looking carefully at the old man who looked like a devil just now, there was no strange feeling.His skin was full of folds, his eyes were squinted and listless, and his body was as skinny as if a gust of wind could blow him over.On the table in front of him was a plate of beef stewed with milky milk in a glass.

"You've been drinking too much again." The old man slowly dug out the beef with a spoon and put it in his mouth to chew.

Haruto Honma shook his head and sat cross-legged beside the old man.He also had hallucinations caused by drinking too much before, and it was not surprising.

"Where did you get the money to buy beef, you old man, why don't you give me two more glasses." He rudely raised the milk and drank it, and said, "Milk is delicious."

"Then you should drink more." The old man stood up tremblingly, "Want to eat beef stew? I'll go get you some."