Great World of Magic Cube

PS: Just grab the mouse and waste some time. It looks like the third chapter of this evening has to be passed on and changed.

"So, you are a perfect wife. Alice Phil." Yan Feng said in a plain tone. It is neither irony nor praise, just as it is simply an answer.

"But, just because of this, I can't understand the sacred palace. Since I love you, why... What eternal world peace? Why sacrifice the loved one for this meaningless ideal?" Then the words turned, the tone and the expression on the face were full of doubts.

"This question is really strange. Like a man who even admits that he is meaningless, actually ridiculing the ideals of others is meaningless?" Alice Phil asked with a weird expression.

"As long as it is an adult with normal thinking, anyone will laugh at it." Yan Feng replied.

"The struggle is the nature of mankind. To eradicate it is no different from eradicating mankind. Is this not meaningless or what? The so-called ideal of the Guardian Palace cannot be called thought from the beginning, just a child's dream!"

In this regard, the thinking of Yan Fengli is really 'normal'.

"Because of this, he can only rely on miracles." Alice Phil kept her own calm and whispered.

"He lost everything for his own ideals... In order to save the unsustainable contradiction, he always endured punishment and was deprived of everything around him... I am also such a person. So far, he has More than once forced to make a decision to abandon the loved one..."

Hearing. Yan Fengyi stood up silently from the chair and said to Alice Phil with a gloomy gaze. "You mean. This is not limited to this time, but the way the man survives?"

"Yes, it’s too gentle to cut. Even if you understand that you will lose each other one day, you still have no love for yourself..." Alice Phil replied affirmatively.

In an instant, in the eyes of Yan Feng’s ritual, there was a touch of anger that he himself could not detect.

For the sake of even a little bit of joy and happiness, I can't understand it. In addition to the emptiness of the emptiness in the heart, the behavior of the Guardian Palace is simply a "waste" of "luxury", which is absolutely unforgivable. ! So no matter what it was before. In an instant, he---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thinking like this, Yan Fengqi went to Alice Phil's body and extended her hands to fill her neck. While tightening hard, he whispered, "I understand. I finally understood. This is the Guardian Palace."

Alice Phil grasped the wrist of Yan Feng’s ritual with both hands, her face full of painful look.

After a while. Alice Phil lost consciousness and slipped her hands weakly.

Until then, the words of the peaks and rituals released their hands, throwing the faint of the past to the side, the eyes burst into a rare war for him.

......

This is a hall of rich and beautiful.

There are a lot of tables in the hall, and the table is full of all kinds of delicacies. And a row of candlesticks that glow in a row.

Here is the banquet of Micalle, the nobles of Eileen gathered together. This is the "gao chao" part of the banquet.

These people who advocate the use of force today have done their best to make a polite gesture.

Just because of the flowers scattered around the ground, and the rich floral fragrance from it. And because this is for the king of Ireland - Cormac. Artte's daughter Grania's engagement banquet.

The object of the engagement is the son of Coul's son, Finn. Markel. He is a great hero with supreme wisdom and the water to heal. Only he is worthy of the leader of the Fiona Knights. His English name is even comparable to the king. It is a wonderful marriage.

The old hero Fern is surrounded by his son poet Ossien and his grandson Oscar. And the brave warriors of the Fiona Knights.

"Horse" Gilda. mark. Luo Nan, "the thrill of the battlefield" Geer. mark. Mona, ConanoftheGrayLashes. And the "Glorious Face" Dilumuto given the highest honor. Odina.

Each of them is a heroic knight who loves Finn. Swear to be loyal to him.

At this point, they exchanged their glasses and talked passionately. They did not notice the sadness contained in the eyes of Princess Grana sitting next to the king.

Until the reception.

"Use my love to exchange with your holy vows, dear, please stop this ridiculous marriage. Take me away... Go to the end of the sky, the other side of the world!"

The tearful princess grabbed the knight’s palm and asked.

Then the expected things happened. The young knight is elope with the princess.

......

"Sakura, what happened?" Ito Cheng asked the sakura of sleepy eyes.

"I made a strange dream." Yuan Yan Sakura said with a squint.

"Oh? What kind of dream?" Ito Cheng asked with interest.

"It seems to be about LANCER..." Far from Sakura said, and then told Ito Cheng what he saw in his dreams.

After a while, the story is over.

"Sakura, have you heard of the Celtic myth?" Ito Cheng reached out and took the cherry blossom into his arms and asked him to sit on his lap.

Yuan Xiaoying shook his head and looked at Ito Cheng with a curious look.

"The content of today's practice is replaced by the story of Celtic." Ito Cheng smiled.

“In the Gaelic region of ancient Ireland, there is such a story...”

Later, Ito Sat tells Sakura about the story of the ancient Irish legendary hero Finn McCour and the Fiona Knights he led, and teaches Sakura about LANCER - Dilumudo. .

Until one hour later.

"Sakura, you have a good book, I have something to go out." Ito Cheng said in the arms of the distant cherry.

"Okay, become a brother."

Ito became a smile, and reached out and rubbed the heads of two distant cherry blossoms. He stood up on the tatami and turned out of the room.

"LANCER, the safety of Sakura is pleased with you." Ito Cheng said that he closed the door and whispered.

"If you want to hurt him, you must first step through my body." The spiritual LANCER replied slyly.

Ito became a little nod, no longer said anything, went straight out of the hotel, stopped a taxi that happened to have been driven by a nearby road, and took a taxi to the church in Dongmu Town.

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the church.

Before Ioto paid the car, he opened the door and walked off the car.

Just like other European church buildings, the church in Dongmu Town is also the kind of western-style appearance of the steeple, but the church is mainly white-colored. The color of the church in Dongmu City is dark and looks more solemn than white. And heavy.

Looking at the church, Iito was not staying and stepped into the church.

Probably not to the mass day, or the relationship between the believers in Dongmu Town. At this time, in addition to a gray-haired old priest, there was no believer who came to pray, and it was very deserted.

"May the Lord bless you." When someone saw him, the old priest drew a cross on his chest.

“Does the Lord really exist?” asked Ito Cheng, who walked along the passage of the long chair in the church, to the old priest who stood in front of the front desk of the church.

"Yes," the old priest replied.

"Where is it?" Ito asked again.

"It's everywhere. It uses its eyes to keep an eye on the lambs on the ground." The priest said devoutly.

"Is it looking at us now?" Ito turned his mouth and asked, continuing.

"Yes. So if there is evil, the Lord will see and give punishment." The priest said solemnly.

“Really?” Ito became smiling.

At this point, he had already finished his journey and came to the position of less than two meters in front of the old priest.

"Heterodox, do you want to provoke war!" Seeing that Ito has entered his own warning distance, the old priest - the father of Yan Fengli, Yan Fengli is screaming.

"It's a war now." Ito Cheng laughed.

Said to stop, rushed to the old priest, punched his head. The latter flashed, letting go boxing, and then counterattacked Ito into the top elbow of the six open mid-levels.

Speaking of it, as for the practice of Bajiquan, Yan Fengli, who is the leader of Yanfeng’s martial arts, is more powerful, but unfortunately he has no magic talent, so he can’t make a fist like Yan Feng’s ritual. Intensification, coupled with his path of orthodox rituals, is not rich in experience in murder and combat, at least not as rich and experienced as his son.

Ito Satoshi raised his left hand and his backhand was on his chest.

"Snapped!"

A shock wave, with two people as the center, quickly spread to the surrounding.

Ito became the back seat of the body, and the force that the glass was hitting was unloaded into the ground. At the same time, the right arm that was previously shot was swung, and a fist swept to the head of the glass. The latter bowed his head, escaped the sweeping arm, lowered his body, and hooked a leg of Ito into his leg. Then his fist brought a whirlwind and slammed into the chest of Ito.

Ito Seng made an attack with the iron bridge, and turned sideways, one arm supported the ground, and the other free leg and legs raised, and once again kicked the glass head.

The glass is lifting the arm frame and blocking it at the ear.

"boom."

In the screaming sound, the body of the glass is walking a few steps to the side.

Ito Saki was unsuccessful, and immediately turned and turned, and the legs were kicked toward the glass again like a windmill. - It is the kicking skills in Kabala.

I know that Ito’s powerful glass is not sloppy, and immediately kicks back.

And by this opportunity, Ito Cheng also stood on the ground again. Then the next step, a progressive punch hit the past.