Master of Ninja World

"I'm not reconciled!!!"

Black lancer struggled violently, his hands were held against the void, the palms of his palms and the backs of his hands were full of raised veins, as if he wanted to choke Wuchen to death.

"If you think about it carefully, you do have some tragedy. You finally resurrected. It's probably not a minute before or after this? You were strangled before you even had time to breathe a few breaths of fresh air. I have to say sorry to you."

Wuchen seemed to really understand the pain of lancer, and his tone sounded apologetic.

"Puff!!!"

However, it's okay not to say it. After speaking, the black lancer directly spit out blood and his face was purple.

He would not appreciate Wuchen's apology, no, it was not an apology at all, it was deliberately revealing his scars.

"I curse you not to die!!!"

The black lancer’s eyes are bulging, the black eyes are bloodshot, and the expression is like a ghost falling into hell, "A guy like you should..."

It's a pity that the body of Black lancer spilled before he could finish his words.

"Next is you, how do you plan to die?" Wuchen glanced at the black archer, and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, I can only fire once a day, Chiron... Next, what capital do you have to fight with me?"

"........."

The black archer's brows were frozen, and he was speechless for a long time. In fact, he was depressed in his heart because this guy knew too much.

"Give it up, archer, you can't kill Wuchen with your strength, please recognize reality." Fiore's eyes flashed with crystal tears, "I only have you as a friend. I don't want to lose you. .."

"Sorry Fiore."

The black archer didn’t call it the master at this time, and directly called her name, and said from the perspective of a friend: "Even if I agree with my lips, my body can't help but execute the command of the spell... this point. You should be clear."

"Since this can only make you die."

Dust-free and unambiguous, he raised his thumb decisively, and an energy ball containing strong spiritual pressure quickly emerged.

The black archer got the order of Lingshu, and again picked up the bow and arrow, aiming at Wuchen.

Like the lancer, he was given an order in the form of a curse-Kill Wuchen!

"I want to say something before leaving..."

The black archer's face has always maintained a calm color, he can feel the power of the virtual flash in Wuchen's hand. This kind of trick is not to mention the body of the heroic spirit. Can pose a huge threat to yourself.

"Master Fiore, I'm glad to meet you, and I must remember my name-Chiron."

The black archer finally smiled softly at Fiore, his handsome face was soft, and even his clean expression was a little loose.

The clean and shallow smile was like a refreshing breeze, which wiped away Fiore's sorrow.

Those clear eyes seemed to be able to speak, not only Fiore, but even people outside of Wuchen understood what Chiron wanted to express.

If Chiron can live, the two should become a confidant relationship in the future.

"It's a pity, the world is so cruel, nine out of ten are unsatisfactory."

The dust-free compassion quickly converged, the virtual flash in his hand was thrown straight out, and the archer also shot a dense bow and arrow.

"Wang Xu's flash!!!"

At this moment, the tears in Fiore's eyes finally couldn't help it, and they came out.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Xuxian finally exploded on Archer, his whole person disappeared on the spot, and the space he was in was also blasted out of the big hole.

Was killed by an overwhelming force.

"The boy Zieg of the province can't find our revenge, so just stay here, Atalante." While talking, Wuchen had already built some houses out of the wood.

"understand."

Atalanta nodded well, and then quietly walked to Wuchen's side and asked in a faint mosquito voice: "Master Wuchen...Look at this child is very poor. The family is dead, and there is nothing left. She's alone, do you want to take her in?"

Atalante is a kind-hearted person, and she sympathizes with Fiore's experience.

"If she can accept it, I won't care." Wuchen waved his hand, not caring about this at all.

With a gentle step, Wuchen walked into the wooden house to rest.

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Time flies, and a few hours have passed in a blink of an eye, the sky gradually dimmed, and it soon entered the night.

The night is pervasive, and the stars in the night sky are glowing with fluorescence. In this hot summer, even at night, it is as hot as being in a steamer.

A few gusts of breeze passed across the grassy plains, blowing on people's faces, making them extremely comfortable.

"Why does this happen? Didn't I die... Why did I suddenly come back to life?"

"Or, everything that happened before me was just a dream?!"

Under the lush green trees, the blond girl in medieval clothes and armor muttered to herself blankly.

She was holding a banner with delicate patterns painted on it, swaying in the night breeze, and the beautiful eyes of the girl who had not understood for a long time suddenly brightened.

"Could it be that all this is the Lord...?"

"The lord of farts, your lord hasn't been so great yet. He has already settled into the earth for peace. What capital is there to revive you?"

This abrupt sentence made the girl extremely angry, because she is a devout believer and a saint.

The girl suddenly turned her head and followed the source of the sound. Without seeing the sound, the girl yelled angrily: "Where did the heretics come from, even to the respected lord...no dust?!"

After seeing the visitor clearly, the girl's beautiful eyes enlarged in an instant, and her rosy lips opened to the maximum, which was very unexpected.

"I haven't seen you for a while, you seem to have changed a lot, ruler." Wuchen walked with his hands on the back of his head.

"No... it's not ruler anymore. The Holy Grail War is over for you. It's not too much to call you Joan?"

This blonde girl was the ruler who died in Wuchen's hands voluntarily before.

In fact, ruler didn't want to be an enemy of Wuchen, but due to the rules of the Holy Grail War, in the end she chose to die in Wuchen's hands to end herself.

"Couldn't it be you who resurrected me?" Jeanne asked with a weird face. This kind of incredible thing is impossible if it is replaced by someone else.

But if it is Wuchen... Joan still remembers Atalante, who was resurrected by Wuchen.