[Comprehensive] The requirements for choosing a mate are a bit high

Before going to bed, Jiu Lama asked Feng Yuyan to tell more stories about other worlds. Feng Yuyan almost didn't throw it out before resting.

"Nine Lamas, why have you talked more and more since you haven't seen each other for so many years?"

"Do you think that human beings are just like you, and they will trust me without reservation?" The little paw pressed several paw prints on the quilt, and Jiu Lama lay down on his stomach, ready to sleep.

"Good night, Toyotamahiko."

The orange-tailed beast in front of him was in a ball, and when it fell asleep, its body undulated slightly as it breathed.

Just like the scene before his death, Feng Yuyan was in a happy mood. He could fully imagine that before he woke up the next day, there would be a heavy object on his body, and he said he wanted to have breakfast, and he called him to get up.

Familiarity with the past... where is his home?

Feng Yuyan thought that he would not dream, but today he found out that he was not.

Heroic Spirits also seem to be able to dream.

The silver aisle and the pattern carved on the wall are somewhat familiar. The moment Feng Yuyan saw it, he probably stepped on where he was.

Isn't this the Chaldea who wrongly summoned him?

Looking left and right, Feng Yuyan found that it was quiet here, as if no one was there.

Has he returned to this place called Chaldea?

Trying to reach out, Feng Yuyan wanted to touch the sign on the wall, but just as his fingertips were about to touch it, there was a noisy sound from the other end of the corridor, as if there were several people.

Feng Yuyan was in an extremely embarrassing position, with nowhere to go, no place to hide, no place to hide.

He seemed to realize that he was a little different, and his beating heart calmed down. He withdrew his hand that touched the wall, and faced the direction of the sound, watching the only master of Chaldea rushing from Run down the aisle, then through yourself.

"Huh?" The orange-haired girl paused for a moment, then turned around strangely. From her point of view, there was no one in the corridor.

It was supposed to be like this, but now it was twelve o'clock at night, and Chaldea's heroic spirits were all asleep, only she was still working hard to meet an illusory possibility.

Even pulling Merlin together.

"Hurry up, hurry up and dig the doctor out of bed with me!"

"Hey, my little ancestor, run slowly, aren't you sleepy?"

"The heroic spirit of Chaldea has escaped, why are you still sleeping?"

After saying that, the girl ran forward with the flower magician of Chaldea, and Toyotamahiko, who she couldn't see, stood there and tilted his head, and followed.

The Heroic Spirit who ran away must be talking about him.

At a walking pace, he slowed down a few beats to keep up with the two people running, and Feng Yuyan finally stopped at a closed door. He just noticed that the orange-haired girl and her Caster walked in.

Did he open the door?Or, can he wear it directly?

Feng Yuyan felt that his current existence was like a Piao, so he moved forward and easily slipped in.

After entering, I found that there were not only the original owner of the room and the two people who entered, but also the fourth person, who was a woman.

"Why do you use my room as a place for discussion... Stop, stop, Li Xiang, don't rummage, those are Meili's surroundings, QAQ!"

Crying and screaming to rescue the pile of surroundings, the room finally started to get down to business. Da Vinci, who had watched a good show, expressed her judgment to Lixiang.

"If you want to get that heroic spirit back, it will be very difficult."

The girl's face collapsed immediately, and she grabbed Caster's sleeve beside her with some sadness, possibly pinching the flesh, and Merlin's expression twisted for a moment.

"But it's not impossible." Da Vinci continued to speak after a big gasp. After her second sentence fell, the girl's eyes lit up.

"Da Vinci dear!" Abandoning Merlin, Li Xiang rushed to Da Vinci, wanting to hear her opinion and method.

"I find--"

Feng Yuyan also wanted to get closer to hear how the people in this base would come to him, but the dream was broken here, it would be better to say that he woke up.

Turning over and sitting up from the quilt, Feng Yuyan startled the Kurama who was on his body. The Kurama who was awakened looked at the dim skylight, muttered "It's so early", and then fell asleep.

The luminous clock in the room told him that it was only three o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for about five hours, but everything that happened in the dream, according to his estimation, might only take ten minutes.

Spreading out his palm, Feng Yuyan squinted his eyes and observed it. With the help of moonlight, he was sure that his hand had an entity.

Was it just a dream, or something that happened in another world?

There is no answer to this question. Toyoyuhiko, who was completely sleepy, folded the quilt. When he glanced at Jiu Lama from the corner of his eye, he took out a small blanket and covered it, so that it could sleep warmly.

Putting on clothes for easy movement, when Feng Yuyan opened the door and walked out, what he saw was a silent Honmaru, occasionally there were a few insects chirping late at night, and fluorescent fireflies could be seen flying in the direction of the grass. there.

Gently passing through the Honmaru, Toyotamahiko didn't disturb any Fusangshin, they were all deeply asleep, unaware that their interrogator had woken up and was ready to start work.

"First... let's maintain the barrier." Rolling up his sleeves, Feng Yuyan did not choose to bleed himself this time, but took out a sealed scroll, and unsealed a bunch of bottles and jars from it.

I picked a moderately sized bottle, and the blood-red liquid inside looked darker at night.

Let's try whether the new material is suitable. Feng Yuyan licked the corner of his lips. When drawing the seal formation, his green eyes like lake water were affectionate and serious, as if he was looking at his lover.

Slightly lowering his wrist, he picked up the pen to draw the last outline, and Feng Yuyan watched with satisfaction that Honmaru's enchantment glowed again, and put away all the materials for drawing the sealing array on the ground.

Feng Yuyan, who originally planned to attack and test the ability of the enchantment to withstand it, turned his head sideways and thought for a while, and finally took out a shrunk scroll, bit his finger to wet the top of the scroll, and threw the scroll out.

On the eve when the scroll was about to hit the barrier, Toyoyuhiko made a knot.

The scroll was activated, and thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket struck the barrier, and rumbling thunder resounded through the sky.

Feng Yuyan first sighed that the effect of changing the enchantment material was good, and then secretly said that it was not good. The movement of the thunder was too loud, and he did not arrange a soundproof enchantment beforehand, which seemed troublesome.

Otsutsuki Indra's Thunder Dun was only sealed by him for a small part, and that's the effect. He deserves to be an ancestor-level genius.

There was already movement from Honmaru, and the lights in each room were turned on. Feng Yuyan hurriedly slipped away before Fu Sangshen came over.

This is a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster. Feng Yuyan didn't do anything.

Jiu Lama was woken up by someone. When it crawled out of the blanket, it met a golden eye. The owner of the golden eye asked it: "Excuse me, where is my master?"

Lord? ...Oh, that boy Toyotamahiko.

Jiu Lama turned over on the mattress, got up, and recalled: "It seems that I went out before dawn."

"That human being has always been like this. If you have an inspiration for the sealing technique, you will wake up as soon as you fall asleep. Why don't you go to the place where he will be, such as the laboratory, or the edge of the enchantment." Three or two times After running out of the room, Jiu Lama climbed onto the roof and pointed in the direction of the mountain, "Over there, his chakra is over there."

Feng Yuyan did go to the laboratory and once again witnessed the seal used by the Sage of the Six Paths. After his death, his thoughts that had been rested due to the shackles of life and death were rekindled.

Most people have chakras with two attributes of yin and yang. If he can really research it, does it mean...he can seal even gods?

He has always had ambitions. Which ninja patriarch, or the head of the country, has never dreamed of unifying the world?

But it's all subject to reality, so I just thought about it in my dream.

But it is different now, he is no longer a human being, he has infinite life and infinite possibilities.

When Fu Sangshen came to find him, Feng Yuyan was humming an out-of-tune ditty, fiddled with a few red threads in front of him, three strands to be precise, all spreading from his wrist.

"Can you see this?" Pointing to the thinnest one, he asked Hasebe who came over.

"I can see it." Hasebe nodded. He came here to report with breakfast and work. Unexpectedly, the interrogator asked him a strange question, "These red lines on your body... what's the problem?" ?"

Hasebe, who was worried about the lord, had already put his hands on the body, as long as the lord gave the order, his sword would definitely be swung down.

Feng Yuyan told Hasebe to be calm and not to be impatient. He ordered the table in front of him and asked him to put the documents that he needed to see on it. Then he looked at the red line on his wrist and said:

"The countless roots that spread out are the contracts with you."

"The thickest one is a contract with this world."

"The thinnest...is for a certain little girl." Feng Yuyan paused, and he fiddled with the red thread with his hands. The thread trembled for a few seconds, and it looked like it was about to be disconnected.

He clearly cut off this contract when he left, so why did he connect it again?

I tried it several times this morning, and every time the contract was cut off by him, the red line would condense again after a while.

Taking the document casually and flipping through it twice, Feng Yuyan asked Hasebe another question before signing it:

"If someone came to me and wanted to take me somewhere else, what would you do?"

It took Hasebe three seconds to understand what the lord meant, and a sense of crisis emerged spontaneously. He lowered his head respectfully, and pressed his hand on the handle for the second time.

"We're not going to let that happen."

The master will only be the judge of this pill.

The author has something to say:

I suddenly wanted to write a short story about swords and swords in which the judge of the gods is Jiu Lama... Go find a fish when you have time!

Tomb-sweeping in Qingming Festival may be a bit busy, I try not to update!