I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

There is a woman.

A woman who has the best of Eastern and Western women.

Western women are fair, Eastern women are delicate; Western women are plump, Eastern women are slender; Western women are wild, Eastern women are delicate, they can all be found in women.

Just her sweet voice can make a man's heart flutter.

Just a hint of melancholy can make men fall for her.

There is no doubt that this is a very attractive woman.

There is a man.

A man who also combines the advantages of Eastern and Western men.

The slenderness of Western men and the elegance of Eastern men; the erectness of Western men and the handsomeness of Eastern men; the uninhibitedness of Western men and the chicness of Eastern men are also reflected in men.

A casual look back can easily touch the girl's heart.

The decadence exuded in every gesture can also make mature women's hearts flutter.

There is no doubt that this is a very charming man.

What would people think of such a couple, coupled with the dark room, the woman without clothes, and the man with yellow hair?

Normal adults will think of certain things that are inappropriate for children.

Yes, some inappropriate things do happen between men and women, but this inappropriate thing is not that inappropriate thing. What happened in the secluded villa has nothing to do with pornography, but rather with blood and curiosity. It is another form of viewing that is prohibited for minors.

The woman's body was cut open, and blood flowed into the floor, outlining an ancient magic circle.

The man stood on the edge of the magic circle, watching everything that happened in front of him intently. His handsome face was full of excitement and anticipation, and he murmured words of unknown meaning from time to time.

Because the voice was too low, the woman fell into a weak state due to excessive blood loss, so she could not hear clearly what the man said, and could only vaguely hear a few words.

"Soon."

"Holy Grail War."

"The Ripper."

"Assassin."

"Victory, Thousand Realms Tree, long-cherished wish."

When her consciousness gradually dissipated and her mind began to drift, the woman heard the man's last words.

"Feel glorious, Sixth Director Lingxia, you will be my sacrifice for my Thousand Realm Tree clan to reach the top. The moment you die, it will be the arrival of my followers."

"Shut it, shut it, shut it, shut it, shut it."

“But the overflow must always be broken.”

"-Declaration."

"You are beneath me, and I entrust my fate to your sword."

"Follow the call of the Holy Grail. If you follow this will and the laws of heaven, you will answer immediately."

The woman known as Liu Dao Lingxia saw light, which had nothing to do with technology and was full of mysterious light.

Along with the light is a warm current rising from the ground. This warmth flowed through her delicate skin, warming her body, which was getting colder as her blood drained away.

Is this what death feels like? It doesn't seem that scary.

But, I don’t want to die.

Although I don’t have much nostalgia for this world, I don’t really like being kept in a muddled state by others.

But she still didn't want to die, she wanted to live.

Even if he knew that he had lost the ability to resist, he could only wait for death silently.

However, she still did not give up her desire for life.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!

Who will save me, who will come, who will save me!

I want to live!

I want to live!

The blood in the body is getting less and less, and the warmth coming from the floor is getting more and more. By the time it reaches the back, it has left the warmth and turned into scorching heat.

Sixth Director Lingxia knew that death was getting closer and closer.

When she was dying, she heard a hazy voice in the man's voice that seemed to be reciting poetry.

"Do you want to live?"

The sixth director Lingxia, who had lost consciousness and was only obsessed with survival, moved her lips and struggled to spit out: "I, I want to live."

"Whatever the cost?"

"No matter what the cost!" The woman could no longer make any sound, but her will was unprecedentedly strong, "Save me."

"Very good, then the rest of your life belongs to me!"

The hazy voice suddenly became clear, and even the man who was singing was stunned for a moment by the appearance of this voice.

A blinding light burst out from the magic circle.

The strong wind and lightning made everyone in the room involuntarily squint their eyes.

Amid the wind pressure, a gray figure emerged from the depths of the dazzling sea of ​​light.

"Servant Assassin, the assassin from the other side, answer me, what you are so special about is my master - oh, there is no need to answer me, what you are so special about is not my master at all!"

Following the thunder and lightning, a crescent-like silver light flashed past. The man was engraved with dark red patterns, and his left arm stretched out facing the magic circle was divided into two parts with the elbow as the dividing line.

At the same time, a soft white light fell from the sky and swallowed up the Sixth Director Lingxia who was in a pool of blood.

It was only then that the blond man realized what had happened and let out a scream.

Impossible, I, I was actually attacked by my own servant?

"Why, why are you attacking me? I am your master. If I die, you will disappear!"

The man covered his severed arm and looked at the Assassin wrapped in a cloak who appeared in the magic circle with half fear and half confusion.

The left hand held a long scythe stained with blood, and it was this scythe that cut off the man's left hand.

The right hand holds a strange-looking cane. The mystery that is obviously not modern is flowing out from the cane and flowing into the body of Liu Dao Lingxia, injecting new vitality into her life like a candle in the wind.

After confirming that Sixth Director Lingxia's condition had improved, Assassin turned around and looked at the blond man.

Although his face was hidden by the cloak, the man still felt the ridicule in Assassin's eyes.

"You have a broken hand, and you are not blind. Can't you see that I am not your servant, but just intervened in your summons in a special way? Or is it that your IQ balance is not enough to understand the current situation? ?”

Men are neither blind nor lacking in IQ balance. You can't tell because he hasn't summoned a servant to become the official master yet. I can't understand it because I've never heard of anyone being able to intervene in the summoning of a servant.

Through the confusion on the man's face, Assassin read the fact that he couldn't understand the current situation, and Assassin had no intention of explaining. He raised the scythe again and said.

"Go to hell and ask the God of Death - by the way, this is Japan, it should be the Kingdom of Underworld and Izanami."

The sickle blade swung down before the man could react, taking off the man's head and taking away his last consciousness - "What on earth happened?"

The blood spurted upwards and dripped downwards under the pressure.

Those who kill will always be killed, and those who offer human sacrifices will eventually become the sacrifices of others.

"Farewell, the last master of the Thousand World Tree Clan, Sagara Leopard Horse. With or without my intervention, you cannot escape the fate of death."