Quadruple split.

Chapter 822 Joy
"Guardian Knight?"

Mo Tan turned his head and glanced at Yi Zuo who fell into a coma again, and whispered softly: "The last one who said such a thing was Dora Shika, and her fate will not be so bad."

His eyes, which could not see any emotion, were slightly fixed, and suddenly he felt a strong sense of disobedience.

There is a sense of incongruity about the person Dora Shika.

If he remembered correctly, the female knight from the Sun Sect was seriously injured in the Battle of Misha County. Can no longer hold the sword.

Dora Shika's last wish at that time was to become the guardian knight of the 'Black Fan Priest' after recovering from her injuries, and Motan agreed.

The reason is very simple. First of all, Mo Tan didn't know it well, even if he knew it, he wouldn't particularly care about the concept of the guardian knight. He just wanted to give the other party the hope of living; second, Mo Tan knew that as long as there were no accidents, he would However, Dora Shika has no possibility of recovery in her whole life, and the latter knows this, so this promise is only a consolation in the end, not to mention that there has never been a paladin of a certain sect in history. There's such a thing as a priest of another sect acting as a guardian knight.

The concept of guardian knights has been passed down from a long time ago, and it corresponds to 'knights' rather than 'paladins'. Although paladins can also become guardian knights, due to some reasons that everyone knows, for thousands of years There has never been an example of a paladin of any sect acting as a guardian knight for someone from another sect. Even if everyone is a paladin of the Union of Holy Cults, things between sects are still very complicated.

In short, it is unrealistic and impossible for Dora Shika to serve as a guardian knight for Priest Heifan.

On the one hand, she has no hope of recovery, and on the other hand, even if a miracle does happen, she will spontaneously forget about it because of the tacit estrangement between sects.

So thinking about it is really just a thought in the literal sense, and there is absolutely no need for Mo Tan to take the previous promise seriously.

And even if he really took it seriously, he didn't mind taking the taboo to admit Dora Shika as a guardian knight after she recovered, and the current 'Black Fan' didn't take it seriously anymore.

Because he now sees a lot of things become transparent
Because he knew that Dora Shika was dead long before he left the City of Light.

So since this cheap schoolgirl of mine wants to be her own knight, then let her be.

The logic is clear and clear, everything is reasonable, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Mo Tan originally thought so, but...
There are two reasons that caused him, who has become 'transparent' at the moment, to fall into confusion to a certain extent.

First of all, in a trance, he saw a figure that was not familiar, but not unfamiliar either.
It was a woman with soft blond hair, wearing a set of jet-black armor, standing respectfully by his side under the dim night sky, holding a standard cross sword with the same color as the armor in her hand.

The woman's name is Dora Shika.

Armor, armor that has never been seen before.

The cross sword is the style of the sun sect's cross sword.

Dora Shika, who was supposed to die of illness in the City of Light, stood quietly beside her in an unknown mansion, like a cold statue.

There was a frightening fluctuation of power in his body.

【Is she still alive? 】

This was the first question in Mo Tan's mind, who had sent flowers to the tombstone of the Sun Sect female knight before leaving.

Then
[Wait a minute, I remember that there are a lot of lace documents about guardian knights and guardians in the cathedral, although many of them are fabricated or exaggerated, but I just agreed to Yizuo, will Yuchen? 】

Will Yuchen know?
will she
unhappy?
Mo Tan was shocked all over, his eyes widened suddenly, and then those eyes that had regained their clarity turned from 'staring' to 'turning', and passed out with a creak.

Before his consciousness was completely deposited, he heard three voices.

The first sound is systematic—

[Original Sin Erosion +12%]

The second voice was Elder Gale's—

"Fuck, these two died for love!"

The third sound was the whistling of Prana's heavy fist through the air.

Game timeAM05:28
The Chauvin Empire, the capital of Troon, the study room of the Sin Lord's Mansion
"How long have you been online?"

Liu Mei, the silver-haired girl who appeared by the window sill at some point, asked lightly in her crisp and cold voice.

The criminal at the table didn't give the slightest reaction, but he still leaned on the back of the chair as if he was asleep, which was completely the same as when he was offline.

But Ji Xiaodao still knew that he was awake.

That's right, it's 'woke up', not 'online'.

I don't know when, when facing this person, she always forgets that this is just a false world, and that what she is in is just a spiritual virtual game called [The Realm of Innocence].

I forgot that the person in front of me would not "wake up" logically, he would just lie down in the game cabin and close his eyes to log in to the game like himself.

She seemed to understand him more and more, and she seemed to understand him less and less.

But at least, the girl at this moment is very clear that the man in front of her has 'woke up'.

Because the already dimly lit sky above the Sin Lord's Mansion has returned to darkness again.

But he woke up, but it was as if he hadn't woken up, and he didn't respond at all.

So Ji Xiaodao, who realized this, accompanied him in a daze in this study until dawn.

Finally, the girl who had lost [-]% of her patience couldn't help asking.

However, there is still no response
So, the last ten percent of patience is gone.

Ji Xiaodao raised her right hand and tapped it in mid-air with her slender and fair index finger.

The sword light flashed.

Then, a burst of blood burst out from the shoulder of the man with his back turned.

"you!"

Although he had expected countless possibilities, including the opponent killing him casually, the only thing Ji Xiaodao didn't expect was that the guy in front of him was actually hurt by himself, and the trick seemed quite sharp at first glance. In fact, Jian Ying, who was unhappy, inaccurate, not ruthless and went straight, was hurt!

If he hadn't woken up, then it was absolutely impossible for him to injure him under the restrictions of the system.

If he wakes up, even if he doesn't do anything, the ubiquitous black light shield will still protect him from harm, and even 'refract' the move just now to himself.

However.
There is no limit, no black shield, and his nonsense sword shadow actually wounded him!
The girl fell into a brief mess.
It was really short, because until the moment when she rushed to the other party with a gust of fragrant wind and condensed a thin ice to cover the latter's wound, less than two seconds had passed.

But
"no need."

Mo slowly opened his eyes, and a cloud of black mist that made the girl subconsciously retreat half a step escaped from the wound. When it floated back, his shoulder had completely healed.

And the piece of thin ice in mid-air fell straight down as if hitting an invisible wall, and fell into the cup of coffee on the table that had been replaced by the third cup.

"I want something cooler today."

Mo raised his head and glanced at Ji Xiaodao, took a sip of his coffee, and frowned slightly: "It's still warm."

then
After a short period of sluggishness, the girl did two things.

The first thing is to flick the rim of the cup of coffee in Mo's hand, and then the drink that was hot coffee five seconds ago and warm coffee three seconds ago, becomes cold cold coffee , There were even some ice floes inside.

The second thing was that after she finished playing on the rim of the cup, she raised her slender hand and slapped it straight on Mo's face.

Then it was taken away without accident.

"What?"

Mo looked at the other party coldly, but the temperature in his eyes didn't seem to be as cold as usual.

At least Ji Xiaodao thinks so.

"Want to see if you have a fever?"

She said so in interrogative sentences.

"No."

Mo shook his head and said flatly, "And I have a mask."

The implication is that whether you have a fever or not, you can't feel it through the mask.

"I know."

The girl nodded, her tone was as cold as usual, but the temperature seemed to be a little higher: "So I aimed at the face first."

The implication is that I plan to take off your mask first, and then see if you have a fever.

"Not in time."

Mo Tuo leaned against the armrest with his cheeks closed, and closed his eyes again.

after a short silence
"you are happy?"

Ji Xiaodao couldn't help but asked aloud, those eyes that rarely showed any expression were full of curiosity.

"maybe."

Unexpectedly, he answered, and even more unexpectedly, the content of the answer.

"why are you"

"Quiet."

He seemed to have changed back to his previous self, and interrupted her indifferently.

Then, in the suddenly quiet environment, he fell into deep thought again.

It is gratifying to see a situation that I expected before, but I am not sure that it will come true.

At least, it's worth looking forward to.

But why I didn't directly grasp the so-called [criminal law], so that I would be injured by Ji Xiaodao after turning off all passive skills, I haven't figured it out yet.

Why using the same method, 'he' can do it, but I can't, is a question worth thinking about.

Mo tapped lightly on the armrest and let out a soft breath.

Then, he thought.

The reason is actually not complicated at all, because not long ago, although "he" briefly reflected himself, he was still "he", not "myself".

The so-called sins of this world are just a definition, after all, whether it is 100% or 1%, the sins are there.

No, strictly speaking, sin is actually 'here', only briefly reflected 'there'.

Just as four people cannot become one person, two people cannot become one person.

Just like authentic works and counterfeit works, no matter how authentic the counterfeit works are, even if everything of the original work is reproduced, it cannot become the original work.

Perhaps fakes are more valuable and more ornamental, but fakes are just fakes after all.

He can sense sin, realize sin, and even drive sin, but he is not himself after all, and he is not the sin of this world after all.

If sin is ink, then his [law of sin] is a water spray gun that can be used to shoot ink, use ink, and turn ink into a weapon.

And the self is the ink itself.

The difference between the two is decisive.

The ridiculous thing is that I still wanted to master the so-called [criminal law] just now.

It's ridiculous, think about it, if you want to
"Nights without end."

He read a sentence softly, and in the next second, the study room they were in disappeared, replaced by a piece of land, an endless and barren black land, and in the sky, a black sky that flowed like a flame was burning.

Then, with one thought in his mind, the earth collapsed, the sky dissipated, and the two returned to the quiet study room again, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

In fact, it can indeed be understood as an illusion, but in some cases, it may also turn into reality, a reality that everyone is unable to stop.

【Criminal Laws】 still didn't appear in Mo's skill bar.

It also doesn't need to appear in Mo's skill bar, because in this person's hands, any complicated form is redundant.

after all
He is sin, the sin of the world.

[Is it fun to hide one's ears and steal one's bell? 】

He didn't speak, just whispered something in his heart.

The next moment, accompanied by a burst of clutter that only Mo could feel, the alignment in his character panel suddenly changed from [Chaos and Evil] to [Sins of the World], and changed back a few seconds later.

[It seems that you do find this very interesting. 】

Mo shook his head, then opened his eyes and looked at the girl leaning against the table: "Has William adjusted his condition?"

"Two and a half hours."

The girl gave the answer with care.

"enough"

Mo nodded slightly, then stood up, and became the criminal that the girl was familiar with again. While walking slowly, he asked without looking back, "Where's Arthur?"

"woke up."

Ji Xiaodao, who blew out the magic crystal lamp, followed him and walked out of the study.

"Now that you're awake, go see him."

Mo still maintained a pleasing pace, walked under the drowsy night sky, then turned his head and glanced at Dora Shika standing in the study: "You are still alive."

"Yes."

Dora smiled, nodded and said, "I'm still alive."

"White Knight, do you want to do it?"

"Don't do it."

"fear death?"

"No, this subordinate has already died once, so naturally he won't be afraid of the second time, it's just that"

"Say."

"I want to be your guardian knight, not a white knight under His Royal Highness Arthur."

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"You are not qualified."

"You can make me worthy of this position."

"The price is heavy."

"."

"how?"

"Are you happy today?"

"."

"Sorry, the subordinate was rude."

"It's okay."

Mo shook his head, without looking at Dora again, he merged into the deep night with Ji Xiaodao who was following him.

Chapter [-]: The End

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