Chapter 1760：

"I'll let you go this time, but you have to buy a piece of cake to compensate me." Mordred said with his hands on his hips.

"Mm. I see." Qi Huang shrank his head, and even if the master became smaller, the majesty of the master couldn't be ignored.

Shi Lang looked at this scene with a smile on his face, and then he was thinking about this [Emotional World].

[Emotional World] Shinjuku was projected. It can be guessed that Mooncell projected his memory world into this copy, forming this Shinjuku copy.

However, it is wrong to think so.

Because each of the passers-by who had just contacted each had its own face, personality, and conversation, this could not be his memory world at all.

Because it is impossible for him to remember the entire Shinjuku people.

Just imagine, even if you have lived in a city for a lifetime, can you write down all the people in the city, along with their faces, personalities, and conversations? Impossible.

Shi Lang got up and turned over the calendar at the counter, August 1999.

Shi Lang frowned tightly.

At this time, Shi Lang saw Kiara walking towards the door of the killing house, and asked aloud: "What are you going to do, the killing house?"

"Oh. I'm going to buy cakes for Master Mordred," said Kiara, the killing house.

Mordred nodded very satisfied, as expected to be her disciple, just filial piety.

Shi Lang looked at the Shishengyuan Qihuang a little helplessly. The Demon Bodhisattva’s desires were intertwined and terribly complicated, making people unable to understand her true thoughts. However, the Shishengyuan Qihuang was innocent and a little stupid, which made people worried about whether they would be taken. If someone sells, they have to count the money for others.

It's really two extremes.

However, Shi Lang was not worried about the killing house Kiara, after all, she was the half of the beast, and the only thing that could threaten her was the existence of the crowned hero and above.

"Go early and return early." Shi Lang said simply.

"Okay."

Kiara nodded.

After a pause, Shirou asked, "Will you use money?"

"Don't think of me as an idiot!" Qihuang in the killing house puffed up her cheeks and complained: "Even if it is me, I don't want to be regarded as an idiot!"

As he said, Qi Huang walked out the door with anger.

Kiara secretly decided that he must buy a good cake for Mordred, which surprised Shirou.

But when such a decision was made, Kiara in the Killing House realized how naive he had done.

"Mmm. I would actually make such a decision... What a shame! Fortunately no one knows."

Qihuang in the killing house patted her chest with lingering fears, she didn't want to be looked down upon, this kind of naive shame is still hidden in her heart, no one can say it.

Yeah.

Even Ling Zi didn't tell.

However, the innocent Killing House Kiara didn't know that her childish psychological fluctuations had already caused an evil **** to laugh so much that tears came out, and she was watching with annoyance, sweetness, and sadness.

Kiara wanted to buy a big cake for Mordred to show her enthusiasm, but the restaurant in the hotel did not have such a big cake, so she asked the clerk about the cake shop and walked out of the hotel by herself.

While chanting the address that the clerk said, he walked around mechanically, but he successfully stunned himself.

"Where is this?"

Kiara in the killing house looked at the street blankly.

The streets and alleys are crowded with people, crowded like waves, can't stand on tiptoes, and can't see the road ahead, they can only follow the crowds.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't step on your foot on purpose...Oh! Don't squeeze me. Ah... I'm sorry."

Qihuang in the killing house was squeezed out of the crowd, and then stared blankly at the crowded street, then turned to look at the road behind her, it was no longer the way she came, she turned her head, her face became very anxious .

She quickly opened the friend bar and contacted Mordred and Shiro.

However

[System: Information transmission failed. 】

Help, Master!

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There is no way to pray for the famine in the killing house, but he can only follow his own memory and force himself to find his way home, but the more he goes around, the more he gets confused.

"Is this the outside world? Who can take me back?" Sitting on a bench, Kiara in the killing house hugged his head.

It was the first time that she saw such a bustling street, and it was also the first time that she came to the outside world in a true sense, but she succeeded in making her self-doubt.

Do you want to fly with [Wan Colors Lazy], take a look?

No, no, it will definitely be watched like before.

However, if you don't fly, you can't find a way back.

Kiara in the killing house hugged his head.

At this moment, a generous voice rang in her ear: "Are you upset, beautiful lady?"

Generous, male voice.

Kiara raised his head, and suddenly saw a priest wearing a black priest costume with a silver hair bobbed head.

"Excuse me, are you?" Kiara asked the killing house.

"I am the priest of that church, and I see you seem very upset. Please tell me, what difficulties have you encountered, ma'am? Maybe I can help you." said the priest.

"Father? That's great!" Qihuang in the killing house quickly grabbed the priest's hand and said anxiously: "You, hello. I can't find a way back, can you help me?"

The priest glanced at the hand held by Kiara in the killing house, and smiled and said, "Of course, I am very happy. What is your home?"

"It's not a home, it's a hotel. I can't remember the name, but I remember there is a symbol of the earth." Said Seishiin Kiara.

"Oh. I see, it's the International Hotel. Please follow me." The priest said, pointing the way forward.

"Thank you." Qihuang in the killing house was grateful.

The luck was so good. After getting lost, I happened to be able to meet the kind priest.

"By the way, won't this disturb your work?" Kiara asked the killing house intimately. Although it's good to have a priest to lead the way, it disturbs other people's work, but it will make the conscience of Shishengyuan Qiwu uneasy.