The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Finally: Shen Er, you actually said that. It was completely you who was killed by Xiaolanhua. This guy almost couldn't get up because of Cuvlin's shot at the small squid. Lord of...

PS: Allow me to drool, how can you be so cute, Xiaolanhua!

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——Life is made up of bits and pieces.

——So if you want to have fun, starting with the little things around you may not be an option.

Yicheng's complexion still looks quite good-obviously, his body was not affected much by the Liudong Temple incident.

As for the spiritual impact...

"You two came to me, are you going to visit a sick person or eat fruit!?"

Hmm, it was a full-fledged roar, it seems that there is no need to worry about mentally.

——Being teased by you and the woman Lancer, as long as they are not dead, they will get angry and run away, right?

Is that woman okay who teases 10%?It's not my business?

——The crime of serving tea and watching a drama is a plus.

What kind of logic is this?

-My logic.

Convex =.=|||

"I said 10%, your self-cultivation skills need to be improved, so you get angry."

Just when I was making complaints with myself, someone over there who always took pleasure in challenging people's limits of endurance was continuing his great cause of molesting.

Ok?Are you asking about results?

Even I feel that I need to shed a handful of sympathy for the ten percent of the blue veins that are now full of my forehead, but it is not easy to break out. Being targeted by someone, there is really only the word "miserable" to describe.

"Who are you? I don't know."

In the end, poor Yicheng could only use this kind of unusually negative sounding words to resist.

"Oh, I didn't say that, at a young age, there is suspicion of Alzheimer's. Your future is really worrying...Do you need me to help you find a Chinese medicine doctor?"

The molesting over there continued, while I was drinking the freshly bought milk tea from Lancelot and looked out the window calmly.

Hmm, I actually didn't hear anything, really.

How do you say that?

By the way, it is "a friend who is dead but not a poor Dao."So you can go with peace of mind when it reaches the target. I will remember to put a stick of incense on your grave today next year.

"Don't worry about it?"

Lancelot, who peeled off the thin apple skin and cut the flesh into twelve petals with a fairly flexible method, took a look at the noisy hospital bed, and handed the small plate over and asked. .

"That woman is measured."

I poke the apple with a toothpick and took a bite. I curled my mouth. "And Lance, don't you think that it is like this now, is it better than the lifeless appearance when we first came in?"

After Lancelot heard what I said, he took a look in the direction of Yicheng, and the black line expression that turned back again, it was almost impossible to write the words "Where is that situation good" on his face. .

"What are you whispering there?"

But obviously someone didn't intend to keep Lancelot and I out of the way, and pulled the two of us in with just one mouth.

"Just sigh, who would dare to ask you as a fellow? There will definitely be domestic violence."

I rolled my eyes, walked to stand up and walked to the bedside of Yicheng, and then used Lancelot's cut apples to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, "Yicheng, in short, don't think too much about other things, things will always pass. "

"..."

Hearing what I said, Yicheng's expression was darkened, then suddenly raised his head and looked at me, "Amamiya, don't let me hear your death, you know?"

"Ah... this, I can only say I try my best."

Scratching my cheek, I slapped haha—after all, the Holy Grail War is impermanent. I can only say that I try my best to deal with it, but the final outcome is not in my control.

"..."

10% didn't speak, and I opened my mouth, but I couldn't figure out what to say, so the atmosphere in the ward fell silent for an instant.

"I said you, no one stipulates that the Holy Grail War must die so that only one person is left. What are you so pessimistic about."

What broke this silence was a certain woman who suddenly raised her hand and knocked on me and 10%.

"It hurts! You can't be less energetic! What if you knock it stupid?"

Although I am grateful for someone's gag, I would be even more grateful if her hands were less powerful.

"I'm stupid, anyway, your Lancelot will support you, so what are you afraid of!"

Someone moved his fingers and made a contemptuous expression of "you are making a fuss."

"Uh?"

Lancelot, who was suddenly named, seemed to be taken aback for a while, stopped the magazine he was reading and looked up at us, with a look of "why did he call me suddenly?"

"...Why are you suddenly involved in Lance?"

Apart from "", I really can't find a second expression that can deal with this situation.

"You know it!"

The smile on someone’s face at the moment is very... uh, so what...

——So what?What do you mean?

All in all, it's so terrible, I can't describe it specifically, it just feels like "that".

——Because it is a fact?

What facts?

——It’s nothing, I always feel that sometimes your slowness really doesn’t happen!

Ok?