Watching Rider and his master leave on foot, watching their backs walking side by side, I couldn't help but feel a gloomy feeling in my heart, the once proud conquering king has now fallen to this kind of scene, and I can't even survive-----。 Qing kept watching them disappear from his vision, and he couldn't help but have an indescribable melancholy in his heart, 'Maybe let him die in the fight against Archer, maybe this is the best ending for him'-----

Sighed slowly, no longer thinking too much about the things that have become a thing of the past, regret can be said to be the most useless thing in life---- but Xu Qing himself understands that he can't get out of this circle. Turning to look at a snow painting behind her, she was playing with the communication dress in her hand every time, looking at Qing with a bored face, and she didn't care at all that Qing turned to her gaze.

"Now you are not as arrogant as recorded in the classics, and I can't help but find that you are still a sentimental person! It's really an eye-opener for me~" A snow painting stopped throwing the dress to relieve the boredom, and walked unhurriedly to Qing's side, squatted down and looked at the direction Rider left. "However, this kind of you makes me feel that you are the real you. In the Demon Dao Classics, all those killed will not leave a whole corpse, and the number of victims exceeds a million! This stuff doesn't sound like real no matter how you hear it, don't you? ”

Ichijo Xue looked up at this Qing, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked to show that she was not worried about the future at all, no wonder she could have such a casual mood to ask Qing such a question that was not salty or light. Qing lowered her head and looked at her for a while, then turned around and walked towards the tattered enchantment of the camp, "The magic book is not a wild book made up by bards, often everything is recorded on it, and there is a basic basis for it------"

Standing in front of the enchantment, Qing looked up at the zenith where only half of the enchantment remained, thought for a while, and began to carve and draw with his fingers on the broken barrier of the enchantment. Qing plans to use the enchantment that fits the original technique to repair the broken barrier again, but this should have been something that her master should have done in her own master's snow painting, but she has no intention of repairing it until now, so it has not yet reached the time for Rider to start acting, and Qing feels free to do it.

"Huh~! You're going to help me fix my house~? But I don't have any salary to pay you. A piece of snow painting with her hands crossed her waist and also raised her head to look at the enchantment that was beginning to be repaired little by little, but what made Qing a little puzzled was that she who originally cared about this so-called [home], and now she looked up at her who was gradually recovering her original appearance, and there was no joy in his eyes, and there was only a wandering that Qing couldn't understand-------

"But ---- talk about it, Caster, why did you just talk about it? There should have been a good answer to the reply, but you inexplicably bluffed it, but are those records really true? I don't think you have anything to do with that kind of arrogant existence at all! This woman still hasn't forgotten the stubble, Qing couldn't help pinching her forehead with a headache, obviously she had already explained it indirectly, but she still asked again. Qing couldn't help but wonder if she deliberately didn't want to hear that kind of answer and could ignore it, or if she really didn't understand.