King's Landing

"Patriarch Ma Tong, is this body still satisfied?"

Orange folded her feet, smoking a fixed sign of cigarettes, and smilingly asked the blue-haired middle-aged in front of her.

The middle-aged man with curly blue hair is like an old man. He slowly moves his hands and feet. Gradually, his movements become flexible, pinching his fists, raising his feet, swinging his arms, and twisting his neck. The intensity of each movement is also constant. Increase.

Kaka.

The crisp bone crackling sounded like fried beans one after another.

"Ah! Ah! This long-lost feeling really makes old people want to stop! How many years! Haven't experienced this young and powerful feeling for many years! Haha, hahahahahaha! It's perfect! It's perfect! Worthy of it! It is the highest puppeteer in the world, the most talented eldest daughter of the Cangqi family in a hundred years! It is a magical skill to be able to create such a perfect body!"

The middle-aged laughed like crazy, but the sound he made from his throat was still old and ugly, almost dead.

"It’s not a supernatural skill, so it’s fine if Patriarch Matong is satisfied. However, I have to remind that due to Patriarch Matong’s soul, even this body made by me can’t last too long. Ten days at most. It will age after days."

The oranges poured cold water out of place.

"It is enough to be able to maintain for ten days. Over the past few hundred years, the old man has not known how many methods have been thought of, but no one can keep the old man in a young state for more than two hours at a time. These ten days are for the old man, It’s like a grace from God."

The blue-haired man didn't care about the cold water splashed with oranges, and still maintained a crazy color, just like a mad believer in the church.

Orange shrugged helplessly, a sneer flashed in the eyes hidden under the lens.

"With this body, the old man can finally participate in the Holy Grail War in person. As long as the old man joins hands with Miss Orange, victory is at your fingertips. At that time, the old man can achieve true immortality through the Holy Grail, and Miss Orange can also get Einzbern's wish. The third method "Heaven'sFeel Cup of Heaven", this kind of cooperation with two birds with one stone is the most impressive---puff!!!"

Suddenly, the blue-haired man shook his whole body, his facial expression froze there, and his ruddy face was instantly pale as paper. Then, as if he was pinched on his neck, his entire face was bruised, his eyes bulged out, and he took a mouthful of blood. Squirted out.

Seeing this unexpected situation, Cheng Zi also stood up from the sofa and asked with squinting eyes.

"Patriarch Ma Tong?"

The blue-haired man stretched out his hand to stop the orange from approaching, and he covered his mouth with one hand, his expression a little wilted.

"No, it's okay, it's the part of my divided soul that was hit hard, not because of this body."

"Split……"

Frowning, Orange seemed to have guessed something.

"Cough, cough!"

The blue-haired man coughed a few times and vomited a mouthful of black blood. Then he wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up straight. After this mutation, he looked like his 30s, but he immediately grew older. His face was already A few lines of wrinkles appeared, and the blood was weakened a lot.

"The old man can split his soul into several parts by using insect skills. In order to deal with the heroic spirit who defeated the hero king, only a small part of the soul was left to sit in the old house of the Tong family. Originally, the old man intended to cause them some trouble. Buying some time for the other side's actions, but I didn't expect that the heroic spirit was underestimated. It is not easy to be able to defeat the existence of the hero king."

"Does the Patriarch mean that boy? Hehe, he might be our worst enemy."

Orange gave an evaluation without hesitation.

"The old man thinks the same way, but no matter how strong he is, there will always be his weaknesses. Hehehe, although these weaknesses will be hidden under the scales, but the old man will not survive the next Holy Grail war, so for Survival, even if it’s a tiger’s fart, the dragon’s inverse scales dare to touch it. Of course, the old man will not push the dragon in a hurry. As long as he can give up the fight for the Holy Grail and let the old man achieve his wish, then as compensation, Sixty years later, sixty years later, the old man can help him get the Holy Grail."

"Patriarch really thinks long-term."

"Haha, people who live to my age will always become crazy. In order to survive, even the gods dare to get into the water."

Although the middle-aged blue hair spoke very lightly, Orange heard the madness in his tone.

This old monster has long been distorted in his heart, and he cannot be judged by human reason at all, saying who dare to drag God down or talking about him, but if the price of living is to kill all mankind, then it is certain that he will never Soft hands.For this kind of psychologically distorted old monster, Orange was disgusted in her heart, because she had personally experienced that it was the old immortal who controlled the lifeline of the Cangqi family.

She was cultivated as an inheritor of magic since she was a child, but in the end she gave it to her sister Qingzi. Perhaps what the old monster wanted most was the fight between the two sisters. If there is a chance, Orange really wants to kill his old life by himself, unfortunately. Yes, the old guy's body has been destroyed, but the soul is not that easy to destroy. The old guy, like the dirty inkstone, can no longer be explained in the human category.

Just after Orange was meditating, the blue-haired middle-aged man's expression suddenly shook, and immediately, a smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that the heroic spirit is not all-knowing and omnipotent. A hundred secrets, an old bug hiding in the ground escaped a catastrophe. As long as the bug returns with the old remnant soul, then the old power can also be restored. At the same time, I can still know some methods about the heroic spirit. This is a blessing in misfortune, hahahaha..."

Hearing these self-talking words, Orange flashed her eyes, and a strange feeling rose in her heart. With the means of that young man, would he let a bug away?Even if it is hidden underground, it can be easily crushed with his power, but since the old monster said so, there must be a bug that survived, could that young man deliberately let it go?

Thinking of this, Orange was surprised at first, and then happy. It seemed that this matter could be used to good use.