In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"I ask you, do you have the means to sign a formal contract with me instead of a temporary one?" She looked down at Fujimaru Tachika and asked.

"Huh?" Fujimaru Rika was stunned for a moment.

"In this way, it's almost the same." Fujimaru Tatsuka felt the two new senses of contract, and sighed.

Lawrence has changed back to Harry's appearance, standing silently beside her, supporting the injured Matthew.

Standing opposite Fujimaru Rika is the King of Storms who re-signed a contract using special means. In Camilla's hands, he is also carrying another Servant, Hans Christie, who has not regained consciousness so far. Ann Andersen.

"Then, let's go." Fujimaru Tachika walked into the passage of spiritual transfer with a heavy and sad heart.

Code Name: Singularity Four, London Singularity, Mirror City, London

Restoration

===Chapter 750 Chapter [-] King Zhuangxiang of Qin===

Vortex of Roots, above.

As what was left after the death of the monster, the boy's corpse floated quietly in the sky above the vortex of roots.

The vortex of the root seems to have a certain attraction to the corpse, but there is still resistance between the corpse and the root.

But it's much better than the obvious rejection at first.

"I can feel that after this return, the anti-pollution brought by it is somewhat insufficient." A fierce tiger walked beside the boy's corpse with a peeping pace.

"It's probably because the time is too short," said a handsome young man, standing beside him looking at the boy's corpse, his slender and light-white fingers gently pinching his chin, "After all, there is only ten years, a little bit of time. Take it easy, Gaia."

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry for this world." The tiger known as [Gaia] said so, lying on the opposite side of the handsome young Alaya, "We must complete the completion quickly."

"I understand, but the first two times" Alaya frowned slightly.

The two restraining forces fell into contemplation and confusion.

When the silk of roots was recovered from the end of the Japanese era and prepared to be put into Atlantis of the Age of Gods, there was a mutation, but the two major restraining forces did not feel too clear afterwards, as if everything was an illusion.

And the second time, when the silk of the root was recovered from the Atlantis of the gods and prepared to be put into London during the period of industrial innovation, the mutation happened again.

Although they tried their best to recall the details, both restraining forces understood that something beyond their control and expectations did happen, and something that was beyond their knowledge.

They can't tell whether this kind of mutation is good or bad, because it is impossible to confirm what the mutation itself is.

"Even so, we still have to continue the anti-pollution, this world can't tolerate delay, Alaya." Tiger said to Alaya with indifference in his eyes.

"I understand, let's start then." Sighing, the young man Alaya tapped his finger.

The boy's body has changed.

From a boy, to a monster, then to pieces, to a boy again, and then to a boy, to a toddler, to a baby, to a fertilized egg, to a boy

soul.

Immediately afterwards, the soul began to grow again, becoming another boy, and finally a youth.

That is the shape of the body, the body that has been wandering for 17 years, the thread of root anno.

"Next-"

hum-

Before Alaya could speak, centered on the silk of the root, he suddenly released a sense of shock like a tidal wave, shrouding the two major restraining forces.

There is no space for time, as if time has stopped, the movements of the two restraining forces are stopped in place, and the collective consciousness is also suspended.

anno, opened his eyes.

"Well done." There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

Slowly descending to the entrance of the vortex of the root, Anno's obscure eyes looked at the outside of the root, the huge vortex without color.

He wanted to touch the outside, but the outside seemed to avoid him.

"Sure enough, the breath outside the world still exists, and it has not been completely washed away." He straightened up and looked up at Gaia and Alaya.

The smile returned to his face.

"It doesn't matter, let's make two more differentiated individuals, I just don't know" He resumed his previous posture and slowly closed his eyes, "Who is it, who is using it?"

Swah——

"Just huh!?" Alaya was still continuing what he had just said, but suddenly he felt something, stood up abruptly, looked around in horror, and his eyes finally locked on Anno, the root thread in front of him.

"Alaya?" Gaia's reaction was almost the same as Alaya's, with a nervous expression on her face.

"Once again, it's the same feeling again!" Alaya made a saliva gesture, and looked at the silk of the root with a solemn look in his eyes, "You, the silk of the root, is that you?"

Anno is destined not to answer him, just floating there peacefully, still shaking slowly.

Gaia didn't speak, just nodded to Alaya.

After weighing for a long time, Alaya sighed, chose to distance himself from Anno, and then used his power.

The silk of the root of the youth slowly changed back to the shape of the soul, but this time, Alaya did not choose to touch it, but directly controlled and threw the group of souls onto the earth.

"I have already found the time and place. As for who you will be born in, or even if you are not a human being, it is up to me." Alaya frowned and looked at the soul that was drifting away, "I wish you well. The thread of luck, anno."

250 BC.

Central Plains, Qin.

The capital is Xianyang.

At this time, it was the twelfth lunar month, and the snow was flying, and the scene in the HD was covered in silver.

In the corner of the palace, a boy with a childish but calm expression was sitting under the eaves, raising his head and staring blankly at the icicles hanging from the edge of the eaves.

Raising his hand to remove the ice pick, the boy had a slight smile on his face.

"Zheng'er, what are you doing?" A decent-looking man with majesty walked over from behind the boy.

"Ah, Zheng'er sees Father King." The boy turned around and saw the man, and hurriedly knelt down.

"My son is flat, now there are only you and my father and son here. Although it is polite, it is not too much." The man touched the head of the boy called "Zheng'er" and sighed.

"Erchen understands." Zheng'er stood up, raised his head and looked at his father, "Father, is the mourning period over?"

King Qin sat on a chair and patted his leg, his expression gloomy with excitement: "It's over, the widow is the King of Qin from today."

His name is Chu, and he is the current King of Qin.

The King of Qin who just ascended the throne, King Zhuangxiang of Qin.

The child named Zheng'er sat on the lap of King Zhuangxiang of Qin, and King Zhuangxiang hugged his son and said with a sigh, "I think the widow was trapped in HD as a proton in the early years, but now he is the King of Qin. It feels like a lot of people don't understand."

"You and Cheng Qiao are the hope of the widow."

"Why did King Father say this?" Zheng raised his head and looked at King Zhuangxiang.

"Don't say it or not." King Zhuangxiang looked to the west with an uneasy look, and touched Zheng's head, "It's you Zhenger, didn't you find your little friend to play with today?"

"Reporting to the father, after finishing the homework, Zheng'er went to find Ji Zhong." Zheng's eyes were a little happy, "It's just that Ji Zhong seems to be tinkering with his own little things again, and he doesn't want to see Zheng'er."

"Is that so? Do you need your father to help you find him?" King Zhuang Xiang looked at his son with a faint smile on his face.

"No need, Zheng'er will go find him personally later." Zheng jumped from the arms of King Zhuangxiang and ran away along the short path of the wooden palace, "Father, King, let's hurry up and deal with state affairs."

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===Chapter 750 Five Qin Wangzheng and Xiang Zhong===

"Young Master Zhong Jian." A boy with regular hair in a robe bowed slightly towards Zheng.

"You're not my disciple, why are you so polite?" With a slight smile on Zheng's face, he patted Ji Zhong who was standing in front of him on the shoulder, "Jun is not a monarch and a minister is not a minister, these forms will be discussed later. ."

"Young master is not allowed to speak arrogantly, the walls have ears." Ji Zhong's face was a little helpless.

His name is Ji Zhong, or Xiang Zhong, and he is just eight years old this year.

When the Chu State sent the proton, as the eldest son of the general Xiang Yan of the Chu State, he accompanied him to the Qin State in the southwest, but a few days ago, he accidentally played with the new son of the Qin State, Zhao Zheng.

And Zhao Zheng is Ying Zheng.

Ying surname, Zhao clan, Mingzheng.

"It's okay, I'm just here to see you, what are you tinkering with?" Gong Zizheng's face showed interest.

Ji Zhong sighed, took out a small utensil from behind him, and handed it to Gong Zizheng.

Gong Zizheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he took the small utensil from Ji Zhong's hand.

It was a bird, assembled from delicate wooden parts.

The little bird can walk in the palm of Gong Zizheng's hand, and can also make a "chirp" sound.

"It's really exquisite." The young master sat on a bench and happily teased this "bird".

Ji Zhongan quietly stood aside, looking at the son-in-law playing with the bird, feeling a little helpless involuntarily.

"Young Master Zhennaizhong's Bole." He said subconsciously.

"Why did you say this?" Gong Zizheng asked casually before his eyes were taken away from Organ Xiaoniao.

"Zhong's father has never allowed Zhong to play with these things. If he sees it, he will reprimand Zhong. The son is the first person to say that this thing is exquisite." Ji Zhong is eight years old this year. He looked at Gong Zizheng with joy in his eyes. , "How come this young master is not Zhong's Bole?"

"We've only known each other for a few days and you called me Bole?" Gong Zizheng looked at Ji Zhong with a funny look, and returned the bird to him, "If that's the case, how about becoming my client?"

There was still heavy snow falling outside Ji Zhong's hut, but there was a slight pause when Gongzizheng spoke.

It was on this day that Qin's new son, Zheng, gained an unknown and young disciple.

Time, like snow under the spring sun, disappears very quickly.

The changes in this era have always been rapid and sudden, and no one can stop it.

Three years later, it was already 247 BC.

Gong Zizheng was waiting in front of the bed in the palace with a sad expression on his face.

"Zheng'er" King Zhuang Xiang held Prince Zheng's hand and looked at his 13-year-old son with a weak expression.