Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

"So it's too bad to have a teacher who is stuffy and unreal."

Rin closed the notebook thoughtfully, and smiled at her deskmate again...

Bai Meisheng - not coming out, but two shallow dimples appeared on her baby-fat little face.

Little loli Qin Yin suddenly felt that Rin was so cute...

"Qinyin sauce, let's wash our hands together..."

Smiling, he held Lolita's little hand and ran to the women's toilet, not knowing what to do shamefully.

Join the hooligans...

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"You're a gangster too!"

Tangtang's Qingzi-sama is hugging Esther.

The little girl in my arms has an inorganic loli voice, I really can't get tired of listening to it...

Two people are in the sky.

An ancient and clumsy flying sword was under his feet, and the incomparably sharp sword edge and sword energy cut through the oncoming gust of wind, and Qingzi's long hair fluttered lightly.

Yujian, it's a very normal thing, especially for a sword spirit like Zhu Xianjian, flying is no different from eating and drinking.

But Taoist priests have always disliked Yujian, especially Zhuxian Sword.

Because Esther yells in her ethereal voice every time she steps on it.

"Master, you stepped on someone else's big beep..."

That's it.

Terrible speech.

It made him quite upset every time, and very embarrassing.

But Aoko Aozaki stood up and nothing like this happened.

So, from this point, it can be seen that the innocent, lovely, kind and innocent Esther is completely molesting her Oni-chan...

And Qingzi's current situation is completely reversed.

This girl hugged the little sword spirit tightly, and didn't want to let go at all. She looked like a lolicon slut.

This slut didn't have Kosaka Kirino's silly smile on her face, and she didn't saliva, but she was quite nervous.

"You think my wife wants to!"

Master Qingzi who was in a state of tension roared up to the sky, this was the anger of a magician.

Her current posture is very strange.

Have you ever seen Golden Rooster Independent...

Have you seen the golden rooster independence on the flying sword?

"Why am I in this posture!"

I said I wanted to experience the thrill of flying at high altitude, but I was stunned when I came up. The sword is so narrow and short that I can't step on it at all!

If you put two feet on it, it will fall down at any time because of the unstable center of gravity!

"That's just because you can't make the sword thicker and longer..."

"Don't tell my mother dirty jokes! Help—"

A girl's roar and shouts resounded in the clouds, and Emiya Kiritsugu, who was far away in Einzbern, Germany, smiled slightly, and he was currently drinking afternoon tea leisurely.

He was in a good mood. In the morning, Xia Lei called and said that she was going to adopt a little girl as a daughter.

Kiritsugu didn't have any opinion, being influenced by some people, as a daughter-in-law, he always liked to hear about such things.

The weather in the northern hemisphere is getting colder, and there is not much sunlight on this grassland, and neither the morning sun nor the sunset can be seen, so his little princess has been urging him to go to Japan.

Said to go to see the sunset in Japan.

"There is still one year, baby, why worry?"

The leisurely man slowly closed his eyes, feeling a little bit of a huge place in the universe of endless planes.

There, are the moths of the infinite multiverse.

The main god space.

"Stealing the sky and changing the sun, plundering resources, and using the method of cannibalization to turn each world into your own wealth?"

Emiya Kiritsugu, the self-incarnation of the Creator, retained his previous character and temper, he smiled coldly, and looked down upon such things very much.

"How can you do what you want?"

Gently took a sip of black tea, and the man in a white suit tapped his fingers on the small round table: "I want to follow the path of the devil, immortal, I am the only one, so I have to swallow that big ball of light that should have been sent to the factory for overhaul long ago, but The water in it is quite deep, and I am afraid that one bad one will damage the main body and implicate me and the superego, but fortunately he is lurking now, and we have endless ways to deal with it."

"Well, I don't know how many worlds will be wiped out on the road of the holy devil, but the embankment of a thousand miles will be destroyed by an ant nest. That's it... then I will wait for your good news."

Take a look, in order not to be dirty, I even separated this idiom!

Hmph, am I Qingliu! ! !

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We were having a good time discussing a series of serious issues, and then someone suddenly started the car... and the conversation became dirty.

Gaia sauce, come out, I'll buy you a fat time!

Chapter 74 Chapter 71 Here, this is the French country woman you want

The vast and boundless Hall of Valor.

The breath here is mainly divided into two categories, one belongs to Gaia, which is fresh, natural, primitive, and original...

The other belongs to the human consciousness Alaya, and there is only one word to describe the breath of Alaya - 32 fathers-in-law, with endless changes.

Just like people's thoughts, they are changing every moment, good, ugly, positive, depraved and negative.

Since Alaya, in order to avoid the Creator, resolutely hid among countless human beings in countless parallel worlds in the world of mortals, there have been very few exchanges of heroic spirits in Alaya's Hall of Valor.

How should I put it, besides these two heroic spirits, there is a third category.

That's the group on the Throne of Heroes.

It is also the strongest group of all heroic spirits.

They are independent of the two major restraining forces, except that they are not allowed to appear in the material world, and you can do anything else.

Gaia didn't like to restrain his subordinates, and Alaya didn't have the ability to deal with these gangsters.

From a certain point of view, except for the occasional odd job in the Holy Grail War, this group of people on the Throne of Heroes is simply too lazy.

The Throne of Heroic Spirits—it can also be said to be a land that does not care about the two. The atmosphere here is very strong. The exchanges of those kings are stirring, and the light of will shines through the ages. This is a place that other weak Heroic Spirits dare not set foot on.

The kings are all very strong, but the strong are not necessarily the well-known kings.

There are still many terrifying auras here, such as the powerful heroic spirit who is riding on the horse, blood-stained, with a gun in his hand.

They also use guns, but the brilliance of will in the other corner is not as powerful and overbearing as the former one, which pierces the sky and slaughters all gods.

On the throne, the breath is very heterogeneous, and every strong person will cause waves of violent turmoil here when the heartstrings are pulled.

Fortunately, the basic elements of Gaia's framework of time and space are strong enough, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate these fierce people who would shake the sky as soon as they appeared in the material world.

Because the material world can't bear their noumenal will at all.

Therefore, at the beginning of the Holy Grail War, the Great Holy Grail System had to create the most suitable bodies for the seven servants to accept the projection of their will.

On the throne, a ray of light was flat, lacking the respect of heaven and earth of a hero king, nor the generosity and boldness of a conquering king.

Just like the pastoral scenery in Europe, it is simple and natural.

However, such an inconspicuous ray of light is extremely conspicuous among all the heroic spirits.

The scene in this area is very ordinary, it is simply the European countryside in the Middle Ages.

A very unusual village.

There is no smoke, no life, and the man who stepped into it sighed slightly.

"Generally speaking, the Hall of Valor is infinite, and there is no concept of area. Every hero will transform the scene in the void according to his own preferences."

"Obsession... so this is the place you were most attached to during your lifetime?"

Feel the breath in the breeze, in the cracks in the soil, and in the creaking windmills beside the small river.

"It's the breath of faith."

The creator walked on the path in the field, feeling slightly regretful.

This is not a material world in essence, so there is no life, so there are no flowers, plants, trees, birds, insects and fish. It seems extremely monotonous here.

"The complete spiritual world is as empty and uninteresting as the complete physical world..."

After walking a few steps, he saw a farmhouse, saw the flag, and saw that person.

His eyes swept across the flag, and then his face twitched, he shook his head with a smile, and approached the girl who was sitting in the yard counting her hair and playing.

That's a pretty girl.

This is the Creator's first impression. Of course, being good-looking does not mean how good-looking is. At his level, it would be a bit boring to judge people by their appearance.

This girl is a bit like Aozaki Aoko in spirit.

Simple and persistent, persistent to a little clumsy.

It was very pure, with a face that seemed to be soft because of boredom and idleness. The long blond hair was braided into a braid and hung lazily on his chest.

Petite body - oh, it should be nearly 1.6 meters, not petite, but it still looks like a junior high school student when sitting.

"I take back that sentence. French girls are not all prostitutes, at least the one 600 years ago was so pure that it is ridiculous."

Her name is Joan of Arc, and she is a holy maiden in French history.