Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Master? Are you going out now? Daytime isn't the time for war, right?"

Yuzaoqian watched Roland stand up to receive the report, his tail stood up all of a sudden, and he showed a smile of anticipation: "Do you want to invite Xiaoyu to go shopping? Hohohoho? It can be more direct..."

Before ignoring Yuzao, who was playing tricks, Roland jumped out directly from the door that opened the floor-to-ceiling window.

"I'm going to move my body a little now. It's up to you to decide if you want to follow me."

"Master! You're even more egoistic than Xiaoyu. Even if I am a good wife, I would be dissatisfied with being treated like this," Yuzao said while complaining, but her body honestly followed behind Roland.

"So, what is the so-called active body for?"

"Well, for example, it's like buying popcorn and soda before going to the movies to cultivate your enthusiasm."

"Oh, I understand, I understand. This is also a compulsory course for a good wife. Before entering the main show, preparation for foreplay is also very important..."

Roland tapped Yuzaoqian's head. In order to prevent her from saying more off-line words, he had to take the initiative to hold Yuzaoqian's hand.

Next, a dark shadow embraced the two figures in their arms.

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My name is Yusheng Ryunosuke, and I am 23 years old. She lives in the Shenshan Town area of ​​Fuyuki City and is unmarried. Now working in a convenience store. I have to work overtime until 8pm every day to get home. I don't smoke, and the wine is just a taste. Go to bed at one o'clock in the morning and get 8 hours of sleep every day. Before going to bed, I must choose the next kill target, then do a 20-minute rehearsal, go to bed, and immediately fall asleep. As soon as the sun rises, never leave fatigue and stress until the next day. People around me said I was normal.

In my life, I have only acted for one goal, and that is what the so-called 'death' is.

All in all, I am a seeker of knowledge out of vulgar taste.

"Ryunosuke? Come and help me unload the goods!"

"Okay, store manager."

Yuyu Ryunosuke answered loudly and put away the diary in his hand.

After the middle-aged store manager handed over the two stacked boxes in his hand to Ryunosuke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Although Yusheng Ryunosuke did not look strong, he was actually very strong. With strength, one person can often do the work of two people. When he thinks of this, the store manager is glad that he hired Ryunosuke before.

At that time, Ryunosuke was a little uneasy because of his conspicuous orange hair and the cheetah-like costume of a playboy. However, after personal contact, the store manager realized that a person cannot be judged from his appearance.

The two months of getting along in person made him understand that Ryunosuke is an optimistic and cheerful, able to understand other people's feelings, a good boy who is informal but very curious. Although he moved from a foreign city, he is indeed very reliable. Woolen cloth.

But if he knew that the cheerful young man in front of him was a serial killer who was wanted recently, the store manager would probably swallow all these comments.

Yusheng Ryunosuke has a family and beauty, a complete childhood, and has not experienced any hardships, but his curiosity since childhood still made him full of curiosity about death. In his opinion, only the performance of a person at the moment before death is the most real The epitome of and meaningful essence.

Nothing is more real than the mourning of the victims before they die, and it is because of this belief that Ryunosuke Amane embarked on this path of pursuit of art, and used hunting of the same kind as a means.

The more victims he has, the more profound his understanding of life will be. It is precisely because he genuinely enjoys this process and cooperates with superb methods that the police have not found any trace of him until now.

After following the ancient books in the old house to come to Fuyuki City to perform the ritual of summoning demons and still get nothing, Ryunosuke Uyu has been a little tired recently.

After his own aesthetics made news, Ryunosuke, who was bored at first, planned to leave the city, but a more interesting thing made him stay again.

This is a rumor he heard during the hunting process.

—Night Knight of Fuyuki City.

I don't know since when, the nighttime crime rate in Fuyuki City has been greatly reduced, and some passers-by even saw people flying over the walls.

This kind of superhero-like individualism and the gradually decreasing crime rate have made many believers in this rumor. Ryunosuke Yuyu confirmed the authenticity of this news through his meticulous observation.

So, he immediately decided to stay.

He has witnessed the death of young children, adult men and women, the elderly, or relatives who are connected by blood, but what would such a dark hero's death look like?

In order to witness this, Ryunosuke Yusheng devoted his recent energy to preparing for the meeting ceremony. He wanted to give the hero a big meeting gift.

"Manager, I'm leaving today."

After skillfully asking for leave, Yusheng Ryunosuke took off his apron, hummed a song, and walked towards his stronghold, because he himself believed that art and life should be separated, so even if he killed a lot of people, he never Having touched every cent of the other party's wealth, he usually has to work part-time to get by, and he can't maintain his interest until after get off work. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Walking into a secluded alley, Yusheng Ryunosuke naturally opened the manhole cover and walked down—this is a good place he discovered recently. There is a large space and no one comes, so he can give full play to his talents.

After crossing the passage extending in all directions, Yusheng Ryunosuke walked to the central square and saw his work.

The skin of the rib was torn apart, and the flesh and bones were spread out like wings, and the breath survived. He was hung in the center and nailed to the high platform of corpses, the filthy 'angel'.

Even though he has seen it many times, Uyu Ryunosuke still dances with excitement when he sees his masterpiece.

"It's so cool! As expected of me! Such a masterpiece is the best welcome to Mr. Hero! I wonder what he would say?"

"It's ugly."

Yusheng Ryunosuke's voice stopped abruptly, he turned his head a little bit dumbfoundedly, and looked at a black-haired youth wrapped in shadows who was standing in the distance. Looking at Yusheng Ryunosuke's works, he repeated his evaluation again.

"It's so ugly. If you have to say it, the wormholes of the Matou family are a little more artistic than yours."

Roland stared at this strange greeting and sighed.

"And what a weird name for Mr. Hero, I'm just cleaning up the **** in my room."

"—Trash like you."

Yusheng Ryunosuke felt like he was falling into an ice cave. Just as he was about to take out the blade he was carrying with him, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and watched a bloodstain appear on his chest and then on his abdomen. Then, the red liquid mixed with internal organs splattered out, adding a heavy touch to the scene of hell.

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