Rider nodded silently in the face of Qing's inquiry, and sat down without too many words, looking a little decadent. Seeing this scene, Qing finally sighed helplessly, and it was impossible for him to throw away the elements of his own negligence by reprimanding them. The strength is not as good as others, and the failure of the confrontation is inevitable, although Qing can't say what kind of mistakes he caused in this, but Qing knows that there are definitely mistakes in it.

But if you insist on getting rid of all the black pots at once, then you can only insist that the plan can't catch up with the changes and other far-fetched reasons. Qing rubbed his forehead with some distress, a complete defeat will completely disrupt the plan for a quick victory, Qing can say that he can't even think that Archer's final weapon will be the weapon that should not appear in the hands of humans, although it is not clear how powerful the weapon will be when the time comes, but according to the current situation, it can be called extremely terrifying.

Sighing again, he sat down with Rider on the edge of the flower bed. Looking down at the black iron ring on his wrist, Archer noticed the weapon in his hand a few times, but after his own blood, mud, dust and all kinds of messy things mixed and finally solidified, it can be said that as long as Qing does not deliberately decompose this mixed substance, then the possibility of Archer discovering that it is his property can be minimized! But even so, he avoided the power of suppressing most of his divinity, and against the sword that opened up the world in myths and legends, Qing knew that his victory rate was not high.

I don't have to worry about the problems on my side anymore, and now that I can be regarded as escaping and ascending to heaven, the matter of fighting can be put aside for a while. Turning his head to look at the tall man Rider sitting next to him, he is in a much more depraved condition than Qing! After all, the inherent barrier that he was proud of was easily broken, and even if he tried his best to simply break the kettle and rely on the remaining means to seek the last chance of victory in the nine-for-nine probability of defeat, Qing was directly rejected, and the futility and the psychological pressure of fleeing in rout made Qing understand that for a person who pinned his life on the battlefield, it would be even more painful than killing him-------

It's a pity that Qing can't let him do what he wants, although he can't beat his opponent and is killed after exhausting all his strength, this kind of death will not seem dead and humble on the way to pursue his ideals. But from the point of view of the matter, it was the most unwise decision, because even if Qing was not present, his death would be equivalent to leaving behind the lord who met him with him, although according to Archer's moody nature, I don't know if he would kill the boy, but leaving the word behind is a representative of irresponsibility.

There are good and bad things about this kind of survival, and there are many pros and cons in it, but the most fundamental thing is that there is nothing more precious than life. Qing turned his head to look at Rider, who was looking down, as if he was silent and like a contemplative Rider. Although the magic on his body is still full of energy, the whole person feels like a big stone without any breath. Dumb eyes stared at the concrete floor without focus, and his hands were casually crossed and motionless.

Looking at Rider's current ghost appearance, Qing couldn't help but feel from the bottom of his heart whether this should be regarded as his own mistake, and he should have died at that time? He shook his head in annoyance, seeing that it was already the first half of the night, and estimated that it would be dawn in three or four hours. Seeing that the two masters were already tired, they glanced at the street succinctly, Qing turned his head to look at an alley not far from his side, which was dark, and there were gusts of cool breeze blowing on the street, but there was no cool breeze blowing out there, it was probably a dead end.

Qing stood up, patted his pants, and motioned with his eyes for a snow painting to wait in place, and Qing turned around and walked into the small alley. Walking on the dark path, there are all kinds of household garbage piled up inside, and the dust on the ground is not obvious that this will be a good place. But it happens to be a dead end, and it's relatively close, and there is one more wall against which you can rest, which will give people a little false sense of security. Nodding his head, Qing turned around and walked out of the alley, and as soon as Qing walked out of the dead end, a faintly shiny card appeared on Qing's side, and a violent fire flashed in the dead end! Qing didn't even look back.

Walking in front of the three people who stayed in place, looking at the two people who were mentally exhausted, and the thick man who was in a daze, I couldn't help but feel helpless in my heart. "Okay guys, it's not too early tonight, let's just find a place to rest for the night, and the rest will be talked about tomorrow-----" Qing walked up to Rider and patted him on the shoulder, I don't know if he listened or didn't pay attention at all, but Rider nodded in response.

Beckoning the former Rider master to trouble him, and asked him to take Rider to the alley to rest, and when Qing looked at a snow painting, she had already followed Rider and the others together. I couldn't help but feel that my master was quite worry-free, and walked behind Rider and entered the alley. Walking into the alley, which was originally quite sloppy, Qing burned all the things that should not be left behind by the torch, and the things that should be kept without destruction are equivalent to cleaning and renovating, and the entire dead end has been treated spotlessly by Qing.

With a wave of her hand, she projected two sleeping bags and threw them to a piece of snow painting, and the woman gave one to the boy knowing it. Rider sat cross-legged on the ground against the wall, not saying a word, but at least he could tell that he was contemplative, which was far better than silence! Qing haphazardly gathered something to make a small fire, and after watching the two masters fall asleep, he waved his hand to seal the short rest with an enchantment, and the day's affairs were over.

Sit down on the ground, after all, the little stain and dust on the ground is gone, and there is a small fire for faint lighting. The firelight found the walls of the small alley swaying, and after a while, you could hear a snoring sound that was not too loud in the snow painting, and you could understand that the heartless woman was already asleep. Qing leaned her head against the wall behind her and looked at the sky in the cracks of the house, because she didn't want to look at Rider's lost soul all the time, so all she could do was take a bed or distract yourself from something earlier. -------