Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 16

Diarmuid's face darkened, and the glutinous rice dumplings that the young master ate at noon were all hung on his chest, in the most primitive form.

"This is really a good gift, thank you very much, you dog." Kyogokuhiko took a few deep breaths of asthma medicine to recover, coughing and laughing while waving his hands to clean up the puddle that exudes a subtle smell .

Diarmuid gritted his teeth and said, "Did you do it on purpose?" He just vomited on top of him.

"No." Kyogokuhiko wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied, "It's just the right timing." If Diarmuid's tone of speech hadn't been so mocking, the young master would have pushed the person away and spit on the ground. The act of private revenge is unavoidable, and it also loses demeanor.

Diarmuid's eyes dimmed, and he pulled the boy into his arms with his long arms, and said with a low smile, "Lying is not something a good boy should do." The height of his chest seems to be able to control his life and death with one hand.

Kyogokuhiko patted Dilumudo's hand on his neck, raised his foot and kicked his calf, don't look at the young master who is still shaking his hands, his legs are weak and his breath is unstable. To use the least effort to kick anyone who underestimates the enemy to the ground.

Like Diarmuid.

Yiyi lowered his head and visually observed the height difference between standing and kneeling, and pasted a spell on it. The young master leisurely walked around behind Diarmuid, and a long whip slowly appeared in his palm, "Have I said it before? I have to pretend to be a servant in front of me, it seems that you don't remember." Before he finished speaking, he turned his wrist and the long whip tore the air and landed on Diarmuid's back back.

Diarmuid's muscles tensed, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

However, Kyogokuhiko just whipped the whip like this, and lazily put away his things, and tapped his fingertips on Diarmuid's back, "I will give you a good memory, and there will be a next time..." The young master paused, and pressed hard on the welt, "There won't be a next time, right?"

"Yes..." Diarmuid blinked, tried his best to suppress the fury rushing up from his body, and said word by word, "Master."

"Really good boy."

So Kyogokuhiko laughed happily, his fingers slid across the undulating muscles, and the fingertips shone with warm white light, and all the scars recovered in an instant.

"The wound is really serious." The fingers are all on the gunshot wound on the lower right abdomen. It doesn't look like a gunshot wound, but more like a horrible trace left by something blasted. The muscles are twisted and twisted, even if it is white Repeated exposure only healed at a very slow speed.

Kyogokuhiko's eyes froze, and the other hand moved over, rubbing it with some blood. In addition to the sand stained by the battle, there was also a very delicate particle mixed in it, which was almost completely fused with the blood but When it is rubbed, it is separated out, just like the cocoa powder that cannot be melted at the bottom of the cup when drinking cocoa.

"Origin bomb." Diarmuid said hoarsely, "It will destroy the magic circuit of my demon provider." Distorting from the origin, cutting off all the magic circuits and reconnecting them chaotically, completely destroying Lose all possibilities for a magician.

"The discomfort I felt when I entered the door, did it come from this..." Kyogokuhiko covered the wound with his left hand, and a little white light melted into the wound, and then floated out with powder wrapped in Kyogokuhiko's palm, the light flashed and left behind A small handful of gray powder, "That's why you came back in such a hurry, lest something happen to me?" A faint blue flame ignited in the palm of your hand, and the powder melted into a liquid in the flame, and finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke, dissolving in the air among.

"I'm just afraid that if you die, I will be forced to leave the stage." Diarmuid said, he was still stuck with a spell and couldn't move. .

"Don't worry, my origin will not be destroyed." Kyogokuhiko blinked and looked at the carmine on the root of his spearman's ear, touched his healed wound, got up and snapped his fingers to untie it. The spell on his body reads, "But Qing's kindness makes me very happy."

Diarmuid stood up with a cold face. He didn't know why he rushed to the Master's side in such a panic. When he realized what he had done, the pain in his heart almost swallowed him.

The moment he put his hand on the boy's neck, he really wanted to strangle that tender throat just in case.

The so-called fear of well ropes after being bitten by a snake for ten years is probably the case.

Kyogokuhiko seemed to have seen his thoughts, but he didn't seem to. He tore off the white jade on the crane cloak, leaned over and hung it on Diarmuid's waist.

The Celtic-style battle uniform is hung with a simple cloud-patterned jade pendant, which is really full of flaws, but the young master smiled with satisfaction: "I carved this with my own hands, you should cherish it."

The white jade is flawless, embellished with gold, and Diarmuid lowered his head to caress the jade pendant. The knife technique is indeed quite clumsy and does not seem to be made by a craftsman, but the quality of the jade is excellent, and it feels cold to the touch. With all kinds of emotions, I just feel that my brain is unprecedentedly clear.

"I will definitely, cherish it extremely." Holding the jade pendant in his hand, Diarmuid said.

Then Kyogokuhiko laughed, pointed to the unconscious Takagami Toru on the ground, but his breath had calmed down, and said, "Take him to Fuyuki Shrine."

"Yes, master." Every time Diarmuid pronounced the word "young master", there was an inexplicable sense of ambiguity and sarcasm, but Kyogokuhiko didn't care. One meal is enough, why bother.

Watching Diarmuid carrying Takagi Toru away from the window like a bag of rice, Kyogokuhiko stepped on the ground a few times to destroy the purification talisman, squinting half-closed to see the blood on his hand, a milky white flame ignited in his palm, and the blood The flames gradually evaporated, and the sharp screams could be heard from the blood, weakening until they disappeared, and what remained in the palm of the hand was a small puddle of black sludge.

Kyogokuhiko's eyes darkened, and a hotter flame ignited in the palm of his hand, burning the sludge, and opened the door to let the people outside come in.

Two little rabbits ran up to Kyogokuhiko holding Matou Sakura's skirt, "Fufu" kept barking, the small round tail swung behind him like a propeller, and the cat's paws made a pleading gesture in front of him .

"Do you want me to save her?" Kyogokuhiko squatted down and touched the little rabbit's head, and even grabbed a handful of the little round tail. The little rabbit hugged into a ball with teary eyes and nodded repeatedly, but Matou Sakura's face was numb He just stood there in a daze, without any reaction.

Matou Kariya stood on the side guardedly, but couldn't help looking at Kyogokuhiko expectantly. The engraved worms in his body were more active than those in Matou Sakura's body, plus the blood of Matou's family, so in Takagi During Toru's purification, he could vaguely sense that the engraving worms in Takagi Toru's body were expelled and completely killed.

If the bugs in Sakura can be expelled, and now Matou Zouken is missing, he can hide with Sakura. Many of them are trustworthy people who can be entrusted to, more than enough to deal with the Matou family, which has already been depleted of talent and family.

——He has vaguely realized that with his dying body, he basically cannot last the end of the Holy Grail War, let alone take the Holy Grail, and the two Kotomine Kirei who took the initiative to seek an alliance with him are not reliable, so no matter what No matter what method is used, Sakura must be rescued.

But Kyogokuhiko's words shattered his hope, "The filth on her body is too heavy, and purification alone is useless." The boy's fingertips ignited white flames, and when they touched Matou Sakura, they left one after another. Scorched marks.

"Sakura!" Matou Kariya was startled, and took a few steps forward to support Matou Ying, but the girl didn't seem to feel anything, looking at the scorched marks on her hand in confusion, and murmured: "It doesn't hurt." ..."

"This one burns the filth in your body. Of course it won't hurt, but it should be very comfortable." Kyogokuhiko tapped her arm again, and the scorching marks spread quickly, but then he felt like being burned. What devoured the general back to normal.

"The filth on your body has already taken root in the root, and if you pull it out directly, you will die." Kyogokuhiko looked at Matou Kariya with a gray face, and changed the subject, "There is also a way to temporarily suppress it. You take her to live in Fuyuki Shrine, where the gold energy is very strong, and it can temporarily contain the filth in her body."

Matou Kariya nodded to show that he remembered, and said, "What do you want?" He is also a participant in the Holy Grail War, and the boy's association will never give him such guidance just because of a momentary kindness.

Kyogokuhiko tilted his head and said with a chuckle, "How about lending me your Servant for two days to study?"

"Berserker?" Matou Kariya subconsciously glanced left and right, showing some hesitation, "You want to form an alliance?"

Kyogokuhiko shook his head, "It's just to verify some guesses, you're not at a loss, aren't you?"

Matou Kariya looked down at the girl who was holding onto the hem of his clothes, and Matou Ying looked up at him numbly, and said softly, "Uncle, it doesn't hurt."

"Well, it doesn't hurt." Kariya Matou tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, his eyes gradually became firmer, "Using the Command Spell as a name, make Berserker obey Lancer's Master until he voluntarily terminates the contract."

"In the name of the command spell again, let Berserker obey Lancer's Master until he voluntarily terminates the contract."

"The third time, in the name of the command spell, to make Berserker obey Lancer's Master until he voluntarily terminates the contract."

Every time Matou Kariya recited a sentence, the command spells on the back of his hand dimmed, and after three times the command spells on the back of his hands had completely dimmed, and in front of Kyogokuhiko, there was a tall figure in armor.

He couldn't see his real face clearly because of the black air, and he could only roar from his throat. Even if he stood in place, he was still surrounded by a kind of mist, making him an almost illusory existence.

"You're smarter than I thought, Kariya Matou." Kyogokuhiko waved his hands to hide Berserker's figure with eyebrows curved, and gave a rare admiration.

"You have to show some sincerity in doing business." Matou Kariya bent down in embarrassment and coughed non-stop. Although he handed over the sovereignty of Berserker to Kyogokuhiko, he is still making offerings here and using them continuously Three command spells, the engraved worms in his body became active due to the stimulation of magic power.

Two little rabbits touched each other's ears, one hugged Matou Sakura's calf, and the other jumped into the hood of Matou Kariya's sweater, trudged hard to grab his collar, opened its mouth and bit down .

"You guys really like them." Kyogokuhiko raised his leg and kicked the little rabbit who was hugging Matou Sakura. The monsters of this race don't like blood energy, and they only feed on dirty energy, but they can be more efficient by sucking blood. It can purify the filth and replenish vitality, but it is not an ordinary difficulty for them to take the initiative to touch other people's blood.

The little rabbit groaned and chirped, clasped its palms towards him, flicked its tail, and its eyes were full of pleading.

"If you want to follow them, just follow them." The young master snorted dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything more, he closed his head and went downstairs.

At this time, the King of Conquerors was trying to hold Weber in his arms and rub the short hair, trying to create a small bird's nest on the head of his little master, but Weber was struggling left and right, struggling to turn the good bird's nest into a bird's nest. up the weed pile.

"It's fun to play." The calfskin boots slammed on the solid wood floor. The young master's meaningful eyes made Weber's face turn red, and he pushed the King of Conquerors away. I feel a little itchy.

Thinking about the servants who are keen to commit crimes, if they are at a loss and have peach blossoms on their faces, it must be a very magnificent scene.

Thinking like this, as if he didn't see Saber coming from outside the door, Shi Shiran said to the King of Conquerors: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight, can we have a drink together?"

The King of Conquerors laughed and said, "That must be treated with good wine."

"Be sure to prepare enough banquets, so as not to lose my reputation." Jing Jiyan raised the corners of his lips, and while his figure was shrouded by the strong wind, he turned his head and bowed slightly to the door in greeting, and disappeared in an instant.

Wei Bo covered his head that was definitely rubbed by a certain young master, angrily stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms, pulled the King Conqueror's collar, and roared with tears in his eyes: "Your oversize pants are gone! No more!" !"

There seemed to be a sneer outside the door, and there was a breeze on the ground, and the dust mixed with a little gold-like luster flew into the sky.