Chapter 1763：

"Yes, it's the safest."

A gloomy male voice suddenly rang in his ears. Kiara in the killing house saw the young man beside him, the golden particles gathered, and then a blond young man in a black suit appeared.

The young man was about to speak, but the blond young man didn't wait for the young man to speak, and hit the young man's abdomen with a punch. The pain caused the young man to fall to the ground, curled up, tears streaming down his face.

"What are you doing, Archer?" the boy asked in tears, clutching his stomach.

The blond young man stared at the young man with a gloomy face, like an angry lion, his eyes widened, and he sneered: "Your Servant is an inexplicable alien, not the king. Moreover, the strongest hero, also Not the king."

"That's an expedient measure, should you see it? That's a beast of disaster! In the final analysis, I just called you several times in my heart, and you ignored me. You said yes, it will be there. This holy grail war protects me, but it turns out to ignore me at all. It's too much! Is this the king's lie?" the boy said aggrieved.

The blond young man raised his eyebrows, folded his hands on his chest, and snorted coldly, "Who told you to let this king throw out the trash? If you were just called, this king will cut you a thousand times!"

"I was wrong, I won't dare to do it next time," the boy said.

"It's pretty much the same."

The blond young man nodded in satisfaction, and then recollected it with anger, "No! Do you think I'm very foolish? You just said, this is the safest place? You think this king is inferior to the holy sword. Used it?"

The young man's heart jumped, but he didn't fool around.

The young man knew in his heart that for the blond young man, the expedient just now was nothing. The real dead line was that the young man felt that he was inferior to the holy swordsman.

"Of course not. If you think about it, you know that Gilgamesh, the ancient king who conquered the world, is stronger than King Arthur, who was defeated by a rebellious son Mordred. The reason why King Arthur is the first-class Saber is because I am too unfit to be a Master." The boy said seriously: "I am dragging your hind legs, but you are willing to be my Servant. It's so magnanimous."

The blond young man nodded in satisfaction, his face softened a lot.

Kiara looked at the two men blankly, and muttered: "King Arthur who was defeated by his rebellious son Mordred..."

She looked at the boy with a complicated complexion.

At this time, the teenager and the blond youth who had eased their relationship with each other turned their heads, looking at the killing house and praying with a serious face, and said: "There is nothing more to do now, you can tell me about you, the killing house for praying. What's wrong, there is still something about me in the future, right?"

"Huh?" Qihuang was taken aback in the killing house.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you look exactly like the killing house Kiara! Don't want to fool my wise eyes." The boy pushed his glasses.

Kiara in the killing house blinked his eyes, "But, I am Kiara in the killing house."

Hearing this, the young man murmured: "Why does this woman look like a silly natural stupid?"

The old flash on the side rolled his eyes, and said to his heart, you are not a natural stupid stupid stupid?

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In the restaurant of the big restaurant, singing and dancing, feasting, and prosperous, but the people who drink and have fun, one by one, are lying on the table and slumbering.

Seeing this scene, Shi Lang's brows suddenly tightened, he looked at Mordred on the side, and asked: "Did you feel it, Mordred?"

Mordred nodded, his face solemn: "It's an enchantment. And this kind of aura is...Servant!"

"Kakka-"

The ceiling shattered like a cobweb, and then a vigorous figure, like a blue light, moved continuously among the rubble, and finally landed in front of the two of them.

It was a young boy with blue hair and small braids, wearing a fluffy silver armor, holding a spear, looking at Shilang and Mordred with anger on his face, and asked: "You are the guy who released [hint] in this city in the morning? An inhuman dead man, a dream demon who ran to the surface of the planet, is kind of interesting."

Looking at the young boy, Mordred shouted: "Oh. It's Ku Churin!"

"Yes, it's Ku Chulin!" Shi Lang nodded.

Yes, this young boy in front of me is not someone else. It is Shirou’s fellow junior, the son of light in Ireland, Ku Churin, and he was born in the Holy Grail War in Shinjuku. He has just graduated from Skaha and is quite young. The astringent boy Ku Chulin.

As for why the younger brother? Isn't this a very simple question? Because no matter which Ku Chulin is, he can't beat the Shirou who holds the crown.

"Do you know me?" Ku Chulin was puzzled, and then laughed loudly: "That's right, after all, this uncle is the great hero of Ireland!"

"Is he an idiot?" Mordred asked Shirou, looking at him.

Shi Lang nodded: "It's an idiot."

"However, I actually released [hint] to the people in the city, and even dared to run into this city. Either the goblin or the dead, although it is an order of the Master, but before you cause serious casualties, crusade It's also my uncle's wish to lose you!"

As he said, Ku Qiulin slammed Huanglong's shot and stabled towards Shilang. The speed was as fast as lightning, appearing in front of Shilang, piercing his head and covering his face.

However, Shirou's hand stretched out more quickly, and with a "chat", he grasped Ku Chulin's gun.

"What?"

Ku Chulin was shocked, struggling to pull the spear back, but was shocked to find that Shirou's power was too great, and he didn't move at all.

"This is it?"

Mordred looked at Ku Chulin suspiciously, then stretched out his small fist and punched Ku Chulin in the abdomen.

With a "boom", Ku Qiulin was knocked down and flew out, lying on the ground, clutching his stomach with an iron complexion, and rolling on the ground.

"You're so weak." Mordred looked at Ku Churin, blinked his eyes, and said.

"Mordred," Shiro looked at Mordred with a serious face, and said, "How can you say that? Even if your opponent is weak, you can't say it directly. It hurts self-esteem, especially arrogance. , A person with strong self-esteem."

"Oh. I see." Mordred nodded obediently.

Looking at the two harmonious people, Ku Chulin gritted his teeth, his anger was wide, but he clutched his stomach, incompetent and furious.

"Damn--!"

The wailing of the weak.

Ku Chulin patted the ground angrily, stretched out his hand, and the spear that was being pulled by Shilang suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

Shilang released the spear, and the spear suddenly returned to Ku Chulin's hands as if it were wise.

"Are there any enemies?" Zack and Sigg walked over.

Ku Chulin's eyes lit up, and he strode towards Sack and Sigg with a stride. The two non-human forces were too strong to be conquered for the time being, but they could be dealt with first.

Seeing this scene, Shi Lang sighed in his heart, brother, you are not a brother, you can't beat everyone here, including the two eighth-rank Mayans.

Sure enough, facing the stab of Ku Chulin’s spear, Sikh waved his hand axe and with a "clang", he shot Ku Churin’s spear into the air, but this also made Ku Chulin see through Shirou’s [Hint], saw the true face of Si Ke.

"Dragons, dragon people?" Ku Chulin opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief: "Impossible! This kind of extension of the top fantasy species should have been extinct!"

"What is extinct?" Sike smiled slyly, "You must be the monster of the ‘Emotional World’ copy, and you dare to attack me, then be prepared to pay the price of your life!"

Chapter 100 Wake up, don't think about eating peaches!

Sack and Sigg bullied themselves and beat Ku Churin to a bruised face. The scene was so tragic that Mordred couldn't bear to turn his head away. Only Shirou looked at the scene with great interest. Torture.