I, Xianyue, Qin Shi Huang

This door number is also full of historical feelings, is the kind of nicks that can only be left by the change of time, Zhao Zheng stared at the name for a long time, and then sighed helplessly.

“It’s really here.”

Zhao Zheng did not feel surprised, in a not very big city like Fuyuki City, magic strength has always been very lacking, according to the original memory, there are only the Tosaka family and the Ma Tong family.

And Tosaka Shichen, the man who is said to carry countless pots in the heavens and realms, is still relatively harsh on his surroundings, that is, like an aristocrat, although he is a qualified magician, he should not be the kind of man who will let his surroundings be covered by dead bodies.

A fire to burn the corpses of ordinary people who have strayed into the country is a more reliable choice.

So it is self-evident where this is, “Forget it, whether it is the Matong family or the Tosaka family, as long as you make sure that the location is here.” ”

Zhao Zheng opened the iron door that was not locked and walked in.

The outermost protection of such a large mansion of the Matong family is not locked, but simply put together, which is indeed a little strange to look at, but it is not incomprehensible.

For magicians, this kind of apparent protection is tight and useless, only the construction of magic positions is the most important, even if there are people with bad intentions who want to enter the house to steal, it will become magic material.

Stepping on the path made of stones, Zhao Zheng walked towards the door of this bungalow, obviously it was an act of breaking into the house without permission, but Zhao Zheng was very calm, and even had the mood to observe the magic positions around him.

“The water-based magic array, circulating flow, endless, from the point of view of ideas, it is quite good, it is also the work of talented people, if it is replaced by mercury, Xu will be happier.”

Zhao Zheng was a little surprised to find that the magic formation of the Matong family actually coincided with his own thinking, this is a formation full of twilight, the vitality of water is completely erased, but simply use the effect of circulation and flow for protection, which is also mixed with this practice of borrowing dead bodies.

It seems that it is not on the table, once it is broken, the entire formation will collapse directly, and it cannot play a protective role, but what is needed is the idea of it.

Mercury does not need to be alive, because he is eternal, and the eternal cycle and flow will form reincarnation, which is Zhao Zheng’s vision of his magic position.

“Hmm,” Zhao Zheng, who looked at the formation for a while, felt that there were many mistakes and omissions, and recorded the merits, felt that he was getting hungrier, “It’s better to hurry up and eat first.” ”

Zhao Zheng groped out the key to this bungalow from under the carpet in front of the door and opened the door.

Because it may be the reason for being too confident about the formation, regarding the physical protection, the Tong Mansion is still a little relaxed, and now, even if Zhao Zhengdu opens the door here, the formation still has no reaction, as if he has never appeared.

This is the embarrassment that the owner here did not expect, because the use of relatively ancient techniques, plus the magic attribute is water, the magic power of the position is directly provided by the spiritual vein.

As long as the spiritual vein is in charge, even if what means are used to interfere, but the power injected into the formation itself will be maintained for a period of time, it can be described as the most stable method, which is much more useful than those buried in a specific direction and props.

However, no one can think of it.

Spiritual veins will also become traitors.

In front of the ancestral dragon, the spiritual vein cannot be resisted, this is a merit that even Valhalla has to recognize, as the ancestral dragon’s Zhao Zheng, can freely manipulate every spiritual vein, or in other words, they are originally one.

If the spiritual vein is a river, and other intruders will set off a splash to warn the Tong family is the effect of the Dharma Array, Zhao Zheng’s entry is a stream of water merging into another stream of water, and there will be no waves.

So, Zhao Zheng easily opened the door of Matong’s house and walked in without anyone noticing.

“Excuse me.”

Whispering the etiquette in his memory, Zhao Zheng stepped on the European-style entrance, and on the smooth tiles, he curiously walked to the position where it should be the living room.

With the shelter of the house, the temperature around has obviously risen a lot, at least the cold wind that drills directly into people’s clothes is gone, but because of the cold atmosphere and the absence of any electrical lighting, Zhao Zheng still feels a little cold.

“Phew, phew”

With a gentle sigh, Zhao Zheng turned his head and looked at the left side of the living room, where there was an aisle, and a door could be faintly seen, which should be a bedroom on the first floor.

There was a small figure who was picking at the door frame next to him, and the whole person shrunk in the dark, looking at Zhao Zheng.

“Who are you?”

Zhao Zheng looked at the child in front of him and asked.

Ma Kiri Sakura didn’t know what was wrong with her, and in the originally warm family, her father suddenly said that he would send him away.

But no one in the family objected to this, not my mother, nor did my sister, who had always hurt herself, but instead had an expression of enlightenment.

Until he was sent to the grandfather’s house, his father did not have any instructions or orders for himself.

“Listen to Ma Kirito.”

These are the father’s last words,

Then, the originally kind old grandfather substituted himself into the cold and damp basement, and then… Thrown into a sea of worms.

That’s what he said.

“Although this material of the Tosaka family is very good, it still needs to be transformed, and while you can still cry now, you can struggle to show the old age.”

Of course, she made the crying sound that should be at this age, but this was only in exchange for the grandfather’s happier laughter, and it was useless to resist.

After crying for three days, until the last tear could not be left, Ma Kiri Sakura understood this.

At the same time, a vague fact also appeared in her heart.

Myself, is it abandoned?

Her parents needed her sister, not herself, and then she met the familiar Uncle Yanye, who was a good friend of his mother, and when he saw herself, Uncle Yanye promised herself.

“Sakura, I will definitely save you.”

Then after watching him leave the house, he never returned.

Abandoned again? For this fact, unexpectedly, Ma Tong Sakura found that there was no fluctuation in her heart, and that thing had died a long time ago.

Just like a doll, just make it look like the owner wants.

They are just an object, as long as they are obedient as their father said, crying will make them happy, and they should shrink when facing these things, and Ma Kiri Sakura is just a material that is being transformed.

No one feels close to him, the grandfather’s son, the maid in the family, the brother of the same age, Ma Kiri Sakura, is a doll that is not needed by anyone.

With this belief, the purple-haired young girl spends every day peacefully, without companions, without relatives, and the only thing that can be accompanied is a lonely daily life and a cold wormhole.

Tonight, after the daily routine of going to the wormhole, when she went to bed, as usual, Ma Kiri Sakura opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and waited for the moment when her body fell into a coma, which was a real feeling that she could still feel that she was a human being, because after waking up, it was a nightmare that belonged to a doll.

It was a cycle that could not be broken, and then, lying on the bed, she suddenly heard a noise outside the door.

An exception has occurred.

When he quietly opened the door with the idea of whether he had entered the thief, it was not a masked man dressed in black who entered the young girl’s eyes, but a teenager who did not hide his face.

Kirito didn’t know how to describe her specific appearance, but that scene would always be reflected in her mind, not just because it was a broken cycle.

But because in the silver-white moonlight flowing in outside, it was pouring down the silver-like hair behind this young man, like the Milky Way above the nine heavens.

He’s glowing.

Then, the shining teenager noticed her, and asked this sentence on an equal footing, not in the tone of material, not as Sakura, but like a stranger.

“Who are you?”