A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Li Xiang really had no choice but to think about it now.

"Although the black knight king and the black saintess often quarrel, they actually have a good relationship. Joan of Arc seems to have a bad personality, but actually wants to integrate into Chaldea and get along well with the master. Artoria saw this, I wanted to write a letter to tell her, but because I was actually a person who refused to admit defeat and refused to let go of face, this letter naturally couldn't reach Joan's hands. Fortunately, Gao Wen did this secretly, so I got it this story."

"Oh, I thought it was a love letter." Allie couldn't help laughing.

"A love letter is another story."

"However, the relationship between the two of them is indeed very good, as can be seen in the Shinjuku singularity."

Ailei blinked suddenly, "I still remember the plot of the master's dress."

"No, I use Lixiang (female) in the game, and the plot is formal clothing. Only when I use Fujimaru (male) will there be female clothing."

"That's a pity, I'm looking forward to it."

"Are you expecting a ghost?!"

"What if this world also has Chaldea and Singularity in the future?"

"That's none of my business. Hey, hey, stop laughing. You haven't stopped. What's so funny?"

"It's nothing, go to sleep."

Ai Lei stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, as if coaxing a child, "Be good, close your eyes."

"I'm not..."

A slightly cold touch blocked his mouth.

snorting next to each other.

and the sound of a heartbeat.

Lip points.

After a long time, Ai Lei's words came from the darkness.

"Hmm... Good bedtime story... Good night, Master..."

Chapter 130 Two

In the cold morning light, the gray-blue knife shadow hit the two swords accurately.

Li Xiang's face was sullen, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the smooth wooden board of the gymnasium. The force made the calf muscles tense, and the hands holding the bamboo knife retreated back.

The body started instantly, and the calf suddenly exerted force, and it moved at an oblique angle, turning behind Emiya Shirou.

The bamboo knife also swayed in a large arc, and rose rapidly with the rotation of the wrist. When it reached the height of the top of the head, it turned into a blue cold light. The shadow of the blade reflected Li Xiang, and the bamboo knife fell heavily.

Emiya Shiro felt the danger.

The scalp was reminding him.

When the cold wind approached, the sword in his hand was obviously half shorter than the normal bamboo knife, and he spun it around in the palm of his hand, holding the sword handle backwards, turning back like a flying swallow, and blocked the bamboo knife with a bang.

The body accelerated forward and rolled on the spot.

His eyes at this moment are extremely sharp, and he stood up at the moment he opened the distance. Although he has no magic power, his good physical fitness makes him span this meter in an instant. Hold it high.

Li Xiang's eyes caught the different trajectories of the two swords, and his ability to calm down when he fell into a fighting mood gave him a correct judgment.

The bamboo knife went up obliquely.

The right hand is offset forward.

Three centimeters from the hilt hit the first dagger.

And the other short sword will fall on the tip of the knife without accident.

It is very difficult to change the trajectory of the sword when the sword is old and the new power is not born.

Emiya Shirou in the past would never have been able to do it.

But today he is a little different.

The instinct of the body, those inexplicable combat experiences made his left hand slightly press down on the hilt of the sword.

Subtle lack of power.

But the angle of the dagger was misplaced, narrowly avoiding the point of the knife.

Dagger faces.

Li leaned back with his upper body.

The bamboo knife changed again.

He is different from Emiya Shirou, the bamboo knife itself hits the dagger actively, and when the other dagger changes, he uses the place of collision as a fulcrum, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand and lifting it up.

The tip of the knife falls naturally under the principle of leverage.

At the same time, the right hand is released, and the left hand relays instantly, holding the handle of the knife.

The tip of the knife has reached the other side at this time.

The cyan knife light flashed away.