Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 14

It was just now that the sky was still clear and the sky was covered with a large swath of dark gray. Clouds billowed and covered the sky, and the thunder flashed in and out of the clouds. However, with a brilliant effort, there was a thunderclap, and then there was a downpour of rain.

Pedestrians without umbrellas had to cover their heads and hide under the eaves of the store, looking sadly at the sky, cursing the inaccurate weather forecast, and hoping that the rain would stop soon.

The crowded streets are empty now, and only a few people, or immature babies in the mother's arms, can see blurred phantoms across the street in a trance, and then look intently , there is nothing left.

The older generation believes in the saying that a fox marries a daughter under a sunny day and heavy rain. Anzhi, under the cover of today's heavy rain, there are not only beautiful and charming foxes, but also countless strange-looking foxes who have been sleeping on this land and this spiritual vein for many years. The monster, awakened by the long-lost coercion, followed the direction of that power.

In contrast, those monsters who lived in the old house had only existed for more than a hundred years, and their age was too shallow to be worth mentioning.

The sky is as dark as night, and even the photosensitive street lamps have been turned on one by one. The howling wind is mixed with howling ghosts and howling wolves. The eerie scene reflected in the innocent eyes of the baby is called by the world——

Hundred Ghosts at Night.

Then, there was the sound of boots knocking on the ground, from far to near, from soft to loud, the figure of the black-haired boy flashed suddenly, wearing a purple crane cloak over the hoodie and jeans, the corners of the clothes were flapping in the wind In the changing light, it can be seen that the stitches on the crane cloak are as fine as the dark lines of the same color printed on it.

The pure black umbrella in the boy's hand moved lightly, revealing his pale complexion and the curvature of the corner of his mouth that seemed to be a smile that wasn't a smile.

"Let's have a good time and make it a feast for reunion."

His voice is clear and clean, without any smell of fireworks,

Ordinary people couldn't hear the cheers that shook the sky. At most, they looked up sadly at the swaying branches and leaves, and felt that the wind was stronger, making people feel colder.

"Chirp!" The childish cry echoed the cheers, Kyogokuhiko rubbed the little fox whose head was poking out from the pocket of the sweater, and the breeze blew him slowly up.

Seen from a height, Fuyuki City was caught off guard by the sudden darkness, and only half of the lights in the city were lit, just like how many years ago, without bright lights, there was a carnival of monsters after nightfall.

One after another, the blue and white will-o'-the-wisps are faint, and the big monsters who haven't seen for a long time are carrying white lanterns, walking leisurely and quickly through the streets and alleys of Fuyuki, according to Takagi Toru provided by Kyogokuhiko The coat senses the breath.

It's no wonder that the Land God of Fuyuki City doesn't like Kyogokuhiko. It's hard for you to have a good relationship with anyone who walks through the city with a large number of people on your territory.

With such a big commotion, some people in Fuyuki City would naturally not just sit still. They lowered their heads and glanced roughly, and saw a dozen familiars sent from nowhere, wandering around him furtively, but The master of the familiar probably didn't expect that there would be such a heavy evil spirit around Kyogokuhiko, and the familiar could not bear the pressure and completely went on strike before he got close.

"What is this?" The huge snake used its tail to pick up the familiar that fell on its head, and couldn't put it down. Uh, it started to play with the tail, and finally rubbed the familiar made of gems and stuffed it under its scales, feeling very happy He flicked his tail and wandered away.

And some old antiques who were older than him simply swallowed the familiar as an appetizer, and the crunching was just grinding the teeth that were blunt after sleeping for a long time. For example, a certain goshawk swallowed a The silver-blue bird flapped its wings and stopped next to Jing Jiyan, and lowered its neck slightly to let the young master step on it.

Goshawk's back is wide and comfortable, with soft fluff under the outermost flexible feathers. Kyogokuhiko sat cross-legged on his back and patted Goshawk's head, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see!" The goshawk croaked cheerfully, carrying Kyogokuhiko slowly circling over Fuyuki City, "Don't worry, my lord, it won't take long for someone to find it."

"I know." Kyogokuhiko said, suddenly turned his head to look in another direction, and laughed, "We have guests."

"Do you need me for you..." A blue-purple brilliance flowed faintly from Goshawk's body, and electric arcs flowed under his feathers, ready to go.

"Chirp?" The little fox tried hard to poke his head out of the pocket of the sweater, and stretched out his paws curiously to grab the sparkling lightning, but his body was too short, and the whole fox turned out of the pocket and fell On Kyogokuhiko's lap, he tilted his head indistinguishably from north to south, and let out a confused cry.

"Stupid thing." Jing Jiyan cursed with a low laugh, and stuffed the little fox back into the pocket of his sweater. "It's not the enemy who came, so there's no need to be vigilant." He stood up and threw the black umbrella in his hand, "Feng Ji Yu Dalian didn’t even take an umbrella, which really astonished me.”

"Such a generous and timely gift, Yu is more and more fond of you!" The bullock cart that came carrying the thunder stopped next to the goshawk. Weber.

"You're not bad either." Kyogokuhiko looked at Weber's blushing face while thanking him while trying to hold on to the umbrella to keep it from being blown away by the wind, and laughed, "Isn't it a great fortune to have such a virtuous minister?" Of course he could tell with his eyesight The pitiful mana reserves in Weber's body, in order to squeeze out more mana for the King of Conquerors to squander, he was not willing to use the spell to avoid the rain, and he was quite clumsy and cute.

He said he was a virtuous minister, but Wei Bo felt that there was something else in the boy's words, and he couldn't help but turn his ears pink, and shouted: "I am his Master, Master!"

The King of Conquerors laughed and messed up his short hair, turned straight down, and said with emotion: "What a good army."

Hundreds of ghosts are rampant in the city below, but they all avoid ordinary citizens with the same like-mindedness. At most, a few of them occasionally walk past them, bringing a bone-piercing cold wind.

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course!" The young master's tone was neither complacent nor arrogant, as if he was describing a natural fact.

— On the contrary, it seemed even more arrogant.

The King of Conquerors smiled and said, "You guys are somewhat similar to a certain golden king."

"The glittering king?" Jing Jiyan chuckled, "Then I really want to see it." He said so, and raised his hand to catch the paper crane that fell by his hand in the violent wind and rain. The paper crane shone white in his hand and gradually turned to ashes.

"I've found what I'm looking for, let's take a step first, and you can do what you want." The young master said, the goshawk under his feet was keenly aware of the change in the wind direction, flapped its wings and flew high in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it caught the conquering king's bull. The car was left behind.

"Kid stand still, let's join in the fun!"

The King of Conquerors pulled the reins, and crackling lightning and thunder rose from under the wheels, chasing in the direction of the goshawk.

Weber held onto King Conqueror's cloak tightly, and watched the black umbrella slip out of his hand and fell to nowhere. The howling wind extinguished the scream in his throat.

No matter how many times he sits, this speed is definitely not something a weak magician can easily bear.

At the same time, Saber fell into a bitter fight with Diarmuid. The spear in the young man's hand was coming fiercely and swiftly. He seemed to have completely recovered his rationality, his eyes were calm and clear, and he was still the knight who abided by morality. Only the spear The lingering ominous black air reminded Saber of his current identity.

"Crack" The sound was so slight that it was undetectable that it entered Diarmuid's ears, causing him to sneer. He knew that Saber had heard it too, and he could clearly see the struggle in Saber's eyes from a close-up angle. in pain.

Not enough, not enough.He said to himself, trampled on his humble dream, shattered his only self-esteem, turned everything about him into a stupid joke, and from the moment he was forced to kill himself, the poisonous weed called revenge took root deep in His soul, even if he climbed out from the bottom of hell and turned into a demon, he would destroy those sanctimonious hypocrites with his own hands.

More painful, more painful, the corner of the young man's mouth burst into a demonic smile, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye revealed a bright cinnabar color. His bright golden eyes looked at Saber, and under the clear and calm lake was a turbid Malicious silt, let's use you, no, your ugly expressions of despair, to fill the hole in his heart that hurts so badly all the time.

The bullets flew through the air, and the swift attack of the red spear blocked Saber's unspoken reminder in her throat, and the scarlet blood exploded right in front of her eyes, accompanied by Diarmuid's unswerving attacking movements. on the girl's face.

"Still so shameless, your Master."

Diarmuid took a few steps back, with a cold sarcasm on his face, but the noble knight king has a despicable master who hides his head and shows his tail. Just looking at Saber's helpless and shameful expression is enough to make him feel distorted joy in his heart.

Don't be in a hurry yet.He looked down at the blood-stained bullet on the ground, slowly stomped it flat with his toes, rolled it left and right, and charged forward with the spear. Saber held up her sword to resist, and it was inevitable that her left and right would be clumsy under her mental agitation.

The tip of the gun slashed across the girl's cheek, and drops of blood watered the poisonous weeds in her heart, growing ferociously into vines that wanted to devour her soul.

This is just an appetizer, patience, patience.A certain voice echoed in his mind like a sigh, like a basin of cold water extinguishing the redness in his eyes, yes, be patient.Diarmuid sighed softly, turned the direction of the spear pointing at his throat, cut Saber's forearm, and the blood splashed from the enemy's body was so beautiful that he was almost addicted.

If it gushes out from the throat, it will definitely be a unique and magnificent scene in this world.

There was the sound of bullets piercing the air again, and the slightly different sound of the wind made him raise his eyebrows. He turned around and raised the spear. The bullets hit the spear at the same speed, but there was only a small "pounce" sound. After that, the bullets turned into powder and scattered on the tip of the gun, and then fell to the ground with a rustle.

"It's this thing that destroyed Kenneth's magic circuit." Stomping on the powder, he looked up at the man holding a gun not far away, "I'm not wrong, Emiya Kiritsugu."

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't answer him, "Saber, go investigate the situation in the city." He fired several shots as he spoke, forcing Diarmuid to move his body to dodge, creating an opportunity for Saber to leave.

Saber stood there for a moment with complicated eyes, then gritted her teeth and turned around to rush towards the city.

"Then let's play with you."

Diarmuid shook off the blood from the spear point, stared at Emiya Kiritsugu with a sullen expression, and laughed coldly.