Two-dimensional Wanderer

"Speaking of which, what's the matter with the instant change of clothes, is the exhibition prepared in advance?"

"You're talking a lot of nonsense, Lord Yingluo is right in front of you, so don't hurry up and take a few more pictures!"

"Ah, that's right!"

As for the woman who was knocked down just now, it has long been forgotten by everyone.

Things like "wife" don't pass too slowly.

Yingluo looked at Xiao Ying and said helplessly, "The Command Spell is quite a precious thing, so it's just because of these little things..."

"It's not a trivial matter!" Xiao Ying replied righteously: "Master Yingluo's reputation cannot be violated!"

"I really don't know what I have that deserves your respect." Yingluo smiled bitterly.

At this time, the woman who was hit also squeezed into the crowd, and said angrily: "Okay, it turned out to be a peer, you are here to smash the scene! But I am not easy to bully, if you don't make me feel better, you will too. Don't think about it!" After speaking, she rushed over with her teeth and claws, reaching out and grabbing at Yingluo's face.

She relied on her face to eat, and naturally thought that others were the same, so she was ruthless and cruel.

But bullets can't hurt Yingluo, let alone this woman.Her hands were caught unsurprisingly, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Yingluo glanced at the woman's hands, shook her head and said, "Swordsmen don't have long nails, because they won't be able to hold the hilt tightly. Although you are pretending, you should be more careful."

The woman's face turned pale, and she said fiercely: "What are you, you are also worthy of teaching me, let go quickly, or I will call the police!"

Beautiful women always have an inexplicable self-confidence.

Yingluo let go of the other party, not wanting that the woman not only failed to stop, but drew out the long sword around her waist and slashed at the head.

Although there is no cutting edge, it is made of metal. If it is solid, it will inevitably be broken.

"what!"

"Get out of the way!"

The crowd exclaimed, but Yingluo didn't care.

"Swords are not used like this!" With the voice, everyone felt that the long sword was in her hands: "Also, you are not worthy of using a sword!"

Yingluo exerted force on his hand, and he heard a crisp sound of "bang", and the long sword had been broken from it.

The scene was silent.

Whether it was the bystanders or the woman, their mouths widened.

This is metal, is it broken so easily?

"What a disappointment!" Ying Luo glanced at the woman with a little dissatisfaction. The woman's face immediately turned pale, and the cold sweat instantly soaked her clothes.

Although technology is becoming more and more developed, the quality of people is much lower than that of the dark age at the end of the curtain.

Yingluo shook her head, bent down, and hugged Sakura in a princess hug: "I don't like being seen as a monkey, hold me tight!"

Sakura grabbed Yingluo's neck, and then she felt a rush of clouds.

"Wow!"

Yingluo jumped onto the roof, rose and fell quickly, as if giving birth to wings, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"I read that right, Lord Yingluo... jumped on the roof all at once? Hey, this is not something ordinary people can do, right?"

Broken Sword might be able to take advantage of the material just now, but this jump can't be faked at all.

But no one answered him, because everyone opened their mouths and fell into sluggishness.

After finding a deserted alley and landing, Yingluo put down Sakura and said, "It's only this time, it won't be an example next time!"

Sakura's face flushed red and she nodded.

I don't know if this girl remembered it.Yingluo smiled bitterly, and then took the other party's hand: "Let's go, I don't know where you are running."

The two walked out of the alley, only to find that the street here is quaint and seems to be a historic site.Yingluo was still at a loss, but Sakura suddenly realized "Oh" and seemed to have recognized this place.

"Lord Yingluo, come with me!"

Xiaoying dragged Yingluo along for a trot, turned around a street corner, and suddenly saw a long queue in front of a huge and quaint wooden door.

"Is it really a monument?" Yingluo asked, "Are you going in?"

Xiao Ying's eyes were full of excitement, and she waved her hands in front of her chest: "Lord Yingluo, don't you know me here, here?"

"Why, should I know it?" Yingluo looked around: "I lived in Kyoto for a while, but that was more than 100 years ago, and the changes are too great now, I can't recognize it...Huh?"

Before he finished speaking, Yingluo let out a surprised voice.

"Hey, I knew that Lord Yingluo would definitely recognize this place. After all, this is where Lord Yingluo fought!"

"Yeah, the place where we fought hard!" Yingluo said in memory.

It's just that those opponents who are fighting for life and death have already turned to dust.

It is lucky and unfortunate to be incarnated as a heroic spirit again.

Because the most terrible thing in the world is not the murder weapon, but the endless loneliness.

"This is the Kyoto Imperial Palace, right!"

Sakura nodded again and again.

Yingluo once escorted Echigo Fukuhara to Beijing and beheaded him in front of the Kyoto Imperial Palace.It was on this street that she fought bloody battles with several masters from the Xinxuan Group, which was a thrilling experience.

"Hey, Lord Yingluo still has your landscape in front of you!" Sakura said suddenly.

"My landscape? Someone built me ​​a statue or something." Yingluo had a black line. If that was the case, it would be too shameful.

"It's not a statue." Sakura pouted and said, "It's the 'Blood Road'!"

"The 'Blood Road'?" Yingluo was dumbfounded: "What is that?"

"That's... that's..." Xiao Ying couldn't explain it for a while, so she pulled up Ying Luo and ran: "Anyway, I'll understand when I see you!"

It was originally a tourist attraction, and there was a lot of noise, but I don't know when it started, but it gradually became quiet.

On the ground were some faint reds, dotted with stars, and then more and more, more and more densely, until a mark was formed, from the street to the end of the street.

The streets are not wide, but people spontaneously walked beside the wall, no one stepped on the red marks, but stood aside, folded their hands, closed their eyes and prayed.

"This is……"

"Well, it is recorded in the book that this is the bloodstain left after you fought against the Shinsengumi, Lord Yingluo. Later, people did not wipe it off in memory of you, and it has been preserved to this day. Now, it has also become one of the famous scenic spots in Kyoto. One, there are countless people who come to worship and pray every day!"

"You...you really..." Yingluo's eyes were a little hot, she rubbed it pretending not to care, and then said with a wry smile: "That's not a big deal at all, you guys are too exaggerated."

"Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but I think you must be the savior to the people who suffered from the fire in Kyoto at that time." Sakura took Yingluo's hand and gently rubbed her cheek: "So, When I heard your real name, I was very happy, not only because you are Lord Yingluo, but also because you are the savior I have been waiting for!"

"Please save me, Lord Yingluo!" Tears fell on Yingluo's hands, extremely cold.

No matter how mature he is, he is still only a seven-year-old child.

Yingluo squatted down and gently wiped her tears for Xiao Ying: "Don't worry, I will save you. Not with the Holy Grail, but with my hands, I will personally pull you out of the sea of ​​misery!"

The tears became more violent, but this time, there was a touch of warmth.

Although the opponent this time is not extraordinary, so what?

There is no difference between the swordsmanship of slashing heroes and slashing mortals.

If they have hard necks, make more cuts!

Yingluo's hand unconsciously stroked the mottled blood on the ground, but she didn't want the person next to her to yell in dissatisfaction: "Hey, what about you, take your hand away?"

The man's words made everyone around him look over.When they saw it, they all accused Yingluo and asked her to take her hand away.

Yingluo smiled bitterly in his heart: It's obviously my own blood, so I can't even touch it?

But the anger is hard to come by, and she is not a stingy person. She just wanted to take her hand away, but she didn't want a sudden change. The blood on the ground began to glow red, and it became more and more intense. Finally, she wrapped Yingluo, and it was violent. Disappeared at once.

Not only the people around, but even Yingluo herself was full of surprise. She clenched her fists and said incredulously, "This feeling is..."

"This is one of your inherent skills, the 'Blood-Drenched Road'!" Sakura said, "The place where the blood is spilled is the battlefield. The wider the coverage area, the stronger the ability to improve. It can be regarded as a one-time use. Consumption can also lastingly improve the various values ​​of the body. The most critical point is..."

"What is it?"

"There is no upper limit to the increased value!"

"No upper limit?!"

"Yes, in theory, if there is enough blood to fill the world, it is easy for you to become a god!"

Yingluo shook his head: "I don't have that much blood to shed."

"That's true!" Xiao Sakura said excitedly, "But even so, this skill is very powerful. Grandpa, he counts a lot, and he can't count the existence of such an inherent skill in the world, right?"

"My Basaka is the strongest!"

Ying Luo curled the corners of her mouth.

It's strange that I'm not a Saber, but when I become a Basaker, I have to look like a Basaker.

The lower the HP, the higher the attack?

Okay, it's a Basaker!

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Chapter 8 Undefeated is Victory

On the return Shinkansen, Matou Sakura, a local tyrant, naturally asked for a separate box.

"Okay, don't give a shit, besides the 'Blood Road', do I have any other skills?"

"Yes!" Sakura closed the manga she bought at the exhibition and said with a smile, "There is another inherent skill I saw!"

"What is it?"

"Undefeated is victory!"

Yingluo was dumbfounded again: "Why are the names in the clouds, can't you be more direct?"

"Hehe, how can anyone complain about their own skills like you."

Yingluo shrugged: "The problem is that I don't even know what skills I have!"

"According to what Grandpa said, it is probably the memory confusion caused by madness. It doesn't matter, I will try my best to assist you."

"Well, that's all there is to it."

"Then, let me explain the function of your second skill."