Full-time Heroic Spirit starting from Douluo

"Ok?"

Finally, the owner of the voice groaned.

It seemed that he had discovered something interesting, and his bright red eyes flashed with bloody joy:

"Well...he is the one who carries the stars on his back alone."

"Leaving myself alone as a human being, shouldering human responsibilities, and resisting the alien barbarians... is simply the ultimate that humans can achieve, but..."

There was undisguised admiration in his tone: "The future in your hands has been closed, and the development of civilization has been interrupted... You appeared 2000 years earlier, huh, huh, it just happened to be you, Impede the king’s fun.”

The smile on his face hides a hint of evil, as if he understands everything.

The slightly contracted blood-colored vertical pupils had a hint of charm, just like the snake in the Garden of Eden that tempted Adam and Eve to taste the forbidden fruit.

"This is a path so clear that there is no need to hesitate at all... Well, don't worry about it now..."

For some reason, the magnetic and charming voice suddenly stopped, gradually became lower, and finally became silent.

The golden energy shield also gradually dissipated.

There seemed to be no obvious changes in the Sea of ​​Heroes in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, and everything just now seemed to have never happened.

…………

In a luxurious carriage.

Chief Meng Shenji has told everyone everything he knows in a concise and concise manner.

of course,

He deliberately avoided the matter of fighting Knorr and his martial soul alone at Shichun, otherwise, a genius who was only six years old and could stand up to the soul sect as a thirteenth-level soul master.

He did not believe that the Qibao Glazed Sect was not moved.

Even if the person in front of him is Ning Fengzhi, who is always known for his elegant temperament.

"So that's it, this child actually has such a life experience..."

Compared with me, Emiya Shirou's situation may be even more miserable... A hint of worry appeared on Qian Renxue's flawless facial features, and the corners of her delicate and engraved lips pursed slightly:

"Then I'll call you Shirou. Well...Shirou, that sounds better."

She felt that because he was abandoned by his biological parents, Emiya Shirou might not like others calling him by his last name.

Oops, this is not good, how could you just call me "Shirou" when we first met... Shi Chen calmly looked at the thin and red lips of His Highness the Crown Prince, and said reservedly:

"Okay, okay."

His Highness the Crown Prince asked, what can I do... Shi Chen turned around and asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"What do you want to call me, Shirou?"

Qian Renxue rarely used a coaxing tone.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt that she had some kind of rare intimacy with the young man in front of her. This feeling could not be explained or explained.

Mostly, it was because he was suffering from the same problem as him.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is so handsome."

Shi Chen's words were not surprising, imitating Conan's tone when he discovered the case: "Then I'll call you sister."

Call you sister...

Sister...

amount……

Silence, the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became subtle,

The sound of needle dropping can be heard.

I was discovered... Qian Renxue's face suddenly changed slightly;

My little ancestor... Meng Shenji's mouth twitched;

Humph, pretty boy... Sword Douluo raised his eyebrows slightly;

I am the leader of a sect... Ning Fengzhi suppressed a smile:

Only Ning Rongrong was heartless, still eating the grapes from the glass cup, and playing with "Shirou Emiya's" ruby ​​in her white hands:

"Well, at first, I wanted to call him Brother Qinghe that way, but dad didn't agree."

The words are full of approval for the time.

"Shirou, don't be rude." Meng Shenji quickly warned: "You can't call His Highness the Crown Prince like that. This is a crime of great disrespect."

"Your Highness, Shirou, he..."

"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter,"

Qian Renxue waved her hands to show that she didn't care, but a blush appeared on her cold and noble face:

"Shirou, the title 'sister' refers to a woman, so don't call me random. If you don't mind, just call me 'Brother Snow'."

At that moment just now, she really had a moment of trance, feeling that her identity had been seen through.

Hehe, Pi is very happy... Shichen nodded and pretended to be nice:

"Okay, Brother Xue."

It’s me who has killed everything... Looking at the young man’s honest and serious face, Qian Renxue patted “Yima Pingchuan”’s chest and said:

Sure enough, I was worrying too much.

"At the age of six, I took the treasures of heaven and earth and accidentally awakened my martial spirit..."

Ning Fengzhi calmed down and hummed for two seconds. He did not show any unnatural expression because of the episode just now, and his eyes were warm and peaceful:

"Shirou, you are gifted with soul power, right... Well, this talent is several points higher than that of my Rongrong. It's no wonder that even Uncle Jian is thinking of accepting a disciple."

No wonder this little girl was hostile to me before... Shi Chen knew it.

Um?Mengshenji's expression suddenly became alert:

"Sect Master Ning is too modest. My daughter is extremely talented and has awakened the martial spirit inherited from your sect's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda... How can she be compared to Shirou who accidentally took the treasures of heaven and earth and was able to awaken his martial spirit?" .”

"That's right,"

Ning Rongrong put down the glass cup, waved her little fist, and hit Ning Fengzhi's chest, her mouth slightly flattened:

"Dad, you know how to bully Rongrong. Why can't my talent be as good as Emiya Shirou? After all, I have innate ninth-level soul power... Besides, he is just lucky."

She, Ning Rongrong, is the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect. She is a proud daughter of heaven, how could she not be as good as...

Even just now she expressed sympathy and sadness for this boy's past.

"Luck is also part of strength,"

Ning Fengzhi scratched his daughter's straight nose with his finger and smiled warmly: "Besides, after Shirou awakened, he has been practicing hard, so he can withstand the energy contained in the thousand-year soul ring."

"Dad always tells you to spend time practicing and exercising, but you just don't listen... It took four months to go from level nine to level ten."

"If this time was not to obtain a suitable soul ring for you, His Highness the Crown Prince and your Grandpa Jian would not have to search so hard for a suitable soul beast."

He finally found an opportunity to teach his daughter a lesson.

"Look, when you were in the car just now, as soon as your Grandpa Jian sensed it, he knew that there was a soul master genius with a high-grade sword spirit in the carriage next to him."

"If you don't seize the time to practice and slack off, be careful. Once your Grandpa Jian accepts Shirou as his apprentice, he will no longer love you as much as usual."

Speaking of which,

Ning Fengzhi's clear and gentle eyes glanced at Sword Douluo aside without revealing any trace, which contained a hidden meaning.

"what,"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong pouted her lips even higher.

She quickly threw herself into Sword Douluo's arms and cried:

"Grandpa Jian, I don't obey, I don't obey..."

"Rongrong be good,"

Sword Douluo fondly touched the little head of the girl in his arms:

"After Grandpa Jian accepts his apprenticeship, he will still be kind to our little Princess Rongrong... Grandpa Jian can swear on this."

"Really?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, her tearful beautiful eyes made her look so beautiful.

"real."

"Pull the hook."

"Well, pull the hook."

I have been forced to accept Sword Douluo as a disciple, and I haven't agreed yet... Shi Chen's little head is filled with big question marks.

I'm going to go, shameless old thief, I'm at odds with you! ! !

Meng Shenji's face suddenly became gloomy and very ugly.

I should have guessed a long time ago, how could a young talent like Emiya Shirou not become the prize that all the major forces are competing for? Alas, it's all my fault that I'm too young...Eh, isn't that right? !

After thinking for a long time, Meng Shenji said after careful consideration: "Well, Sword Douluo, this junior has something to say, should I say it or not?"

"Chief Meng Shenji said it doesn't matter."

Rongrong got the best soul ring; he could acquire a disciple with full innate soul power and a high-grade sword martial soul. Sword Douluo was in a good mood at the moment.

Especially one point.

As a titled Douluo, as a Sword Douluo titled "Sword", he could clearly sense that the sword owned by the boy with reddish brown hair in front of him,

It's about protecting.

"Shirou's martial spirit is not a sword."

Sword Douluo: "...Don't make such jokes again. Don't dare to say anything else. My perception of the sword cannot be wrong..."

Suddenly,

The words of the old man with gray hair and childish face stopped abruptly.

Because he saw that in the center of the young man's left hand, a plain and simple long bow decorated with dull black appeared...

Sword Douluo: "..."

…………

Tiandou Royal Academy.

A darker room.

“That’s good”