This is My Juggernaut Journey

"Welcome!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl greeted her, not fluent in Japanese.

In a standard family-run restaurant, Yuxian glanced at the girl and immediately recognized their Chinese identities. He sat down at a seat and said with a smile:

"Call your boss."

He uses Chinese, and I don't know how many years he hasn't spoken it, but his words are still correct, as if engraved in his blood and unforgettable.Yuxian looked at the upside-down blessing characters on the wall, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

After all, it was an old acquaintance in a foreign land. The boss who was making dumplings hurriedly stood up when he heard this familiar voice, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and smiled all over his face: "What are you going to eat, little brother? I will give you a [-]% discount."

His Mandarin is not standard, and his tongue is flat and tongue-twisting.

Yuxian suddenly laughed deeper, and returned another tone: "The discount is fine, brother, go get some specialty dishes, not to fool the locals!"

"Yeah, brother from Sichuan? Have you been here for a long time?"

"It's been a few years, big brother, let's test your skills." Yuzuru didn't lie, it would add up to hundreds of years, and he couldn't do it due to material limitations.

"I want it!" The boss rubbed his hands together, and suddenly became energetic. In a foreign country, it is already very difficult to seriously cook authentic hometown dishes.The sound of frying oil was clear, and Yuxian asked for a cup of wolfberry wine made by himself in the shop and slowly sipped it. The white wine was strong, the wolfberry was mild, and the sweetness of rock sugar made him squint his eyes and relax. While watching the TV, he glanced at Fujimura Taiga with his mouth open from the corner of his eye.

"Ask what you want to ask."

One sentence relieved the girl's embarrassment. She leaned forward and asked with interest: "Yu Xian, are you Chinese?"

"Yeah, what's so strange?"

It is not surprising that it is 1994 now, but Yuzuru's identity does not match the image in Dahe's mind at all.

"But your name..."

"That's the name given by another freshman. I haven't forgotten it in the past." Yuxian's expression was solemn. He hated people who had forgotten their ancestors. Rebirth in the world of killing does not mean that they have to draw a line from the past. That's all ego.

"Oh my God." Fujimura Taiga covered her face, the perfect wanderer in her heart was actually Chinese, she still didn't give up, and asked again: "Then you should use kung fu!"

"Crazy, combat power comes from experience and not from birth." Yuxian cursed with a smile, picked up the wine glass and ignored her, but the glass froze while holding it to her mouth, which made the girl who was staring at her raise her eyebrows.

"what happened?"

"A master is here, really, luck is so good?" Yuxian relieved every muscle, and took another sip of wine.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the restaurant was opened again, and Yuzuru was facing the door, so he saw an extremely tall figure, wearing a jet-black priest uniform, with a three-dimensional and solemn facial contour like a chiseled knife. Without expression, even the modesty of a clergyman appears false.

"It's the priest of Fuyuki Church." The girl turned her head and glanced, and said with a smile, "He's what you said......"

Yuxian frowned slightly, and she quickly closed her mouth. Even if she lowered her voice, the priest would hear her. The latter turned her head and looked at Yuxian, frowning instinctively. She always felt that this young man had a strange feeling.

Killing intent?No, should it be a trained feeling?

The priest always felt strange and was about to concentrate when the boss started serving the dishes.

The first thing here is Mapo Tofu, one of the representatives of Sichuan cuisine. The aroma of chili and Sichuan pepper is overflowing in the store. He was also attracted, and it happened that the waiter asked him tremblingly what he wanted to eat.

"What kind of dish is that?" the priest asked in a slightly heavy voice.

"Ma, mapo tofu, but this dish is very spicy." The girl kindly reminded.

"I want this." The priest walked to the empty seat by the window and sat down, then suddenly added: "And it needs to be spicy!"

"Oh." The waiter didn't bother to persuade, anyway, he had to pay if he couldn't eat.

A few meters away, Yuzuru has a strange expression on his face. Kotomine Kirei's love for the super-spicy version of Mapo Tofu must have started now, and by accident, he has something to do with him.

He twisted a piece of twice-cooked pork into his mouth, and took a sip of wine to reduce the greasiness of the fat meat. He didn't bother to talk about Kirei Kotomine, and slowly tasted wine, ate vegetables, and watched TV. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of "wheeze, wheeze".

The extra spicy mapo tofu was served, and then the priest stuffed it into his mouth with a spoon, his head was covered with sweat, but the corners of his mouth turned up in such a tortured state, and he looked extremely happy under the torture of the pepper.

Fujimura Dahe was stunned. She ate the authentic version, which was spicy and drank water. Only the sweet and sour fish-flavored shredded pork could still enter her mouth. Seeing the smile on the priest's face, she hurried to the end. string ear.

"Is this person a pervert?"

abnormal?What he said is very correct, Kotomine Kirei who can't feel good things is indeed a pervert, but Yuzuru doesn't want to pretend to be righteous and kill him.

"No, he's just a poor man." Yuxian replied quietly, looking at the TV screen, which was broadcasting the serial murder case.

Recently, Fuyuki has been very uneasy. In fact, the "Yakuza Rush" has not caused the public to worry about the massacre. No wonder the business in the store is so poor.While holding his wine glass, Yuxian tapped the screen with his chopsticks.

"This is perversion."

"Serial murder case? Why don't we investigate together!" Fujimura Taihe suddenly became excited, like a brat who saw something interesting.

Seeing the impatient girl, Yuzuru suddenly remembered the anecdote of the Holy Grail War. He remembered that the reason why Dahe became an English teacher was because he was a detective in the middle of the night and met Rider's group on a certain roof, so he decided to learn English well. It is convenient to communicate with foreigners.

thump.

"Investigate what, go home and sleep!" Yuxian tapped the girl's head with a knife and slapped the money on the table.

Huge energy is being transmitted on the ground like a volcanic eruption, as if some kind of ritual has begun to be activated. Through the leylines of Fuyuki City, the magic power stored for sixty years will be transmitted to build the battlefield and start the bloodiest competition.

The time has come!

Yuzuru stood up, and the priest behind him had long disappeared. He glanced at the news on the TV screen, raised his head and drank the spirits.

The fun begins!

Hongmeng Pavilion 2⑥ 3④

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There is no cloud tonight, the bright moon is in the sky, and the silver gray suppresses the light of the street lamps. There are no people on the street on such a beautiful day.